What Is This?!

I guess since big pharma will be losing money because marijuana legalization
they gonna be forcing immunization.

Death or decriminalization?

Either way we’re gonna have a battle.
Our babies held down while doc pierces their flesh with a needle
Life gone before they can even hold a rattle.

Opiods or seizures?
Seizures take fathers away. Away to the House of the Rising Sun.
Sons left to be men before it is their time.
Time consumed as we count the days to when we
will
be
free
Give us us Free!

Free for a price
They’ll accept your life
Or a bail
If you’re in jail
Jail, the place for incarceration
Concentration or incarceration?
Focus on the dollar over the education
They got hungry mouths to feed
And a family or dream vacation
Vacation from the ones who stay on the reservation
The project
Projects that lead to the loss of identification so we don’t recognize
Mass
Incarceration

Incarceration or a watered down education?
Community schools and waisted dedication
Teachers frustrated
I guess they were miseducated
Miseducated some forget where they come from
Forgot what they needed
Before they succeeded and tried their best not to be that bum

That bum that sat in class and smoked weed or got drunk
Or that little girl that was scared of the dark so pisses the bed and her clothes stunk

His or her story repeating its self
Repeating its self
Repeating
Its
Self

Self discipline or corporal punishment?

Police officers become street judges
False accusation misidentification
Repeat offenders or victims of grudges?

Grudges or prey?
Prey to the delusional patient misdiagnosed and suffers Fregoli Delusion
Look it up and draw your own conclusion
Gunshots interfere with due process
Shall I digress

Digression has gotten us nowhere but oppressed
Overworked
Miseducated
And over stressed

Locks or keys?
When will it be time to shake the rusty golden scarab from your thoughts and your deeds?
Let me create a locksmith and we’ll forge you some new keys

Keys to the cells that hold our god molecule
The ones in our mind’s vestibule

Just beyond the doors that are shut in the faces of the determined
Turned down so much that now they turn up the burboun
Feeding the Beast that’s held within
Trampling new ideas with diamond encrusted cages drawn by the four horsemen

Death’s at the door knocking with it’s boney hand
And the stench is coming from the witness stand

Stand as a silent witness to the demise of our brothers and sisters
As they create new brothers and new sisters

Selective breeding or trans dis-figuration?
Hidden uh genders born in corpses forming a lost generation

Found in the institutions that resemble the mental asylums
General education merged with the IEP
Inclusion of those with bad behavior with those having natural disability

Classrooms become cells and rubber rooms
While little kids fill the family tombs
Grandmas and grandpas living longer than their whole family
This is what mass incarceration looks like to me

Prison planet, prison state how’d you get that meal on your plate
You don’t deserve any praise
You’ll never be great, anyways

As we stumble through the food deserts and smoke pipes in their dreams
We still stand strong cause it ain’t over till the fat lady sings

Starvation or revolution?

The negro, the slave, the savage, the patty, the jew,
Their racial slurs that look like me and look like you

Gated communities or infirmaries?

Concentrated housing providing shelter
One on top of the other creating helter skelter

Crammed in like they said it was on the slave ship
Well I never was a slave and I’m not trying to hear that shit
Ghost ships guided by the flying Dutchman
Packed with the lies of a false identification

Boys and girls missing
They in the hallway
Where the addicted are pissing

Freedom or death?

Eyes wide shut to the truth of the golden rule
Fight the power with your pen is what they taught us in school
Lessons missed as we scratch for survival
It is only when we elevate that we’ll have our revival

Letting Go

As the pain wells in the center of my chest
I scribble the symbols that express my emotion on the lines of the Universe’s book of all time

Interchanging the sniffles and eye rubs for hot beers and tree drugs

Setting in my sentiments and grinding on the past
Never once thinking that this too shall pass

It feels like an eternity, I’ve been reaching for you, dreaming of you, thinking of you and believing in you

I sought you in God’s house and at the devil’s parties
Only traces of your presence lingers where you once were

I sit in the seat that was once your throne
Gazing out over the crowds to gain your knowledge to things unknown

Pieces of life old and new create scenes that are painted in water colors now stained with tears
I hold tight to a future that has no room for fears
Only happiness and joy as I dance wildly in the devil’s arms
His embrace is so tight, much tighter than yours
My nakedness is unbearable to those who will never comprehend why I’m banging down doors.

I’m looking for you
I’m shouting your name
I’m wearing the potions and loving in vain

You do not hear my cries because you do not believe that I do
I could never be the one so dirty, so blue

If you knew who I am
You would love me for sure
You would come and heal my sickness
Your love is the cure

In dreams I have loved you a thousand times
You will never know until you listen to my rhymes

I sit in a somber state
Eating from my sinners plate
Scarfing down ideas that will attract you to my path
When I get close I only get your wrath

Destruction Of A Liberated Race

We have become so liberated to the point that we are enslaved to our liberated thoughts.

The destruction of our being confused with freedom of choice. Education lost to the wars on life. Secrets kept to be borne on the graves of the unborn. Life snatched before it is a thought. Proof that many women believe you only deserve to live if your conception is planned sends shocks through the airways. The living remain silent for the fear of being hunted and torn down by scowling women that give birth to their children but don’t think you should have yours.

Education left in the background,schools shutting down, what’s the point of fighting for them when there will be no children to sit in them?

Destruction Of A Liberated Race
My words.
Afaf “Ariashalaara” Muhammad kik

I crawled out of my shell and stood boldly before the crowd as they threw roses and stones. Bruised and bleeding I sunk back under my rock. The calluses formed and my shell grew thick. My voice is now a shrill alarm.

I arose from the grave that was once my berth and stand here again dripping with sin.
I go against your norm and stand up for reform.
I will not be tweaked into a zombie for death. My being wreaks life so much that it destroys like a invasive vine, choking the ideas of the madmen and women.

Like a Unicorn, I am rare. Incapable of capture. My dragons are summoned to serve as reminders, to keep me focused.
Cries of the babe fall upon my ears as music to my march.

My strength is gathered from the pools of the tears of the victims of the miseducated. I drink deeply from their wells. Energizing my spirit to beckon to their will.

Cry sweet freedom, justice, and tranquility. Your tears are salted with the dust of the innocent. Bodies slain before life is given as those that were given a chance stand behind their murderers.

Martyrs are you as the arguments continue on floors walked by those that listen with their eyes, and all they see are dollars signs.

Poverty stricken across lands where you would have grown. Your parents taught to believe that you should not live because they do not desrve you because they do not have material wealth, So they disregard their creator’s decree to be fruitful and multiply.

The birth of a nation, a nation of fear. Fear of life and expectations of the end before the middle is even dreamed.

Foster the people,they believe not in your life. The walking dead stagger on their way to mental institutes disguised as school houses through the angel dust clouds that boarder the food deserts.
Empty bellies, empty minds fill them with remnants of the hope left behind by the leaders that left this planet in the same manner some believe should have been their fate before they were even conceived.

Mutilation, an after affect of mental anguish endured by those that are sent here by a force greater than any of us, by the ones who hunt all life on all levels. The scorned taking charge of the decisions of the scorned. Vision lost as life is degraded amongst animals and mankind alike.

How far will we go? Can we begin to implement your outlook on life beginning with you?

Secret

I summoned my Shaman to help me forget you

I took a trip with Alice to a Wonderland to show me who you are and all I found was who you are not

I asked the Ancients of Days and the Keepers of Time to reveal me my truth
and all I found were my lies

I’ll sit under the moon and believe I’m a Wolf
When all I am is a Coyote

I look to my spirit guide and she’s a pecker of wood
And suddenly all my life is overstood

I will sit with Kings, gain knowledge from the Sages, plan with with Queens and protest my rages
Cry for my people that are locked in cages
Dream that my songs will be heard throughout the ages
Ground myself in meditation
Drown myself in medication
Fill my head with the dead’s education
And I will still be me.
Your secret. Is safe with me.

Slumber

My entrance was grand
They couldn’t wait for my arrival
I almost didn’t make it
Life suffocating as I slip through the gateway to a realm that beholds my final ascension and all that is between.

Bright lights smiling faces and
I
Have
Arrived

Happy moment
My existence so important that it’s documented in State books and in the minds of anyone that may come to care for me

If there is ever to be one

Surrounded yet alone
Heart pounds yet its frozen
Emotions raging yet I’m silent

Taken advantage of
Left by the sidelines
Tricked by the predators
Loved by the distant

Torn
Is
My
Heart

Never to know my descendants

Only left to long for a place that is peaceful and away from all malignance

I visit the place that we all shall in the end

I look down the road
I think I’ve found a friend

I AM

My mind is never at rest. My art is always on display in my head.

Every sound, scene, touch, taste, smell, and thought can be created into art.

I live my life in color yet I create in black and white. My words can whisp over the surface yet bring your mind to the depths of existence. I can help you understand life and all your purpose with a single conversation.

Yet I cannot get even my own creation to accept my love.

Am I really so great?

I have sat at tables with millionaires and exchanged ideas with the most prominent leaders that take my advice and stand to their feet when I enter a room.

Yet I cannot get my lover to walk with me down the street.

Am I really that great?

I begin to question my existence, although I know the answer. Yet I need to hear it from the mouth of a sage.
I can read your palm, explain the Psalms, disect the universe and paint it all in a portrait using a single color.
Yet I cannot grasp the attention of my friends.

Am I really that great?

Caves (Hermit)

He sat at the openings of my caves and asked me to tell him my story

One that would tell him how I lost my faith and rose to glory

One that would place all my pieces in a bag and shake the soles of his shoes

I told him if he waited a while it would sound like I was singing the blues

It started like this…Once upon a time…but it was all still vivid in my mind

As I spilled all these words I noticed he couldn’t hear me
Once again I was waisting my time

Seeking One’s Self In Defiance

When we seek instant gratification we may become confused while choosing the process, perceiving rebelliousness as freedom or rejection of parental guidance as it may be seen as control. Many times we are blind to the reality of what our decisions will cause ourselves or others around us. Some of us learn from trial and error but many of us don’t and repeat our trials and continue to error. This is due to loss of guidance, or falling from one’s path. We are all here for one purpose only. Love.

We are vessels of a force much greater than ourselves. We are beings that are here to carry out the deeds of our creator, and those that fall from their path get swallowed in the maya/material.

To don one’s life with the rubies and pearls achieved through sacrifice of self, seems like nothing and is perceived as what is normal or must be done as a ‘part of life’.

When we can separate ourselves from the material and embrace our naked selves in all our rawness we will then be able to heal.

 

 

This is an unfinished work by A."Ariashalaara" M.