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

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.

Mother

You gave me life so that I may continue the extension of my father’s lineage. Yet father flees when he gets the news and leaves you on your knees

On your knees begging for a way to survive a way to keep me alive so that I may thrive and be more

More than what he is. More than what you think you are and more of what society needs

Society needs me to be strong and carry the weight of my mom so she can be safe from harm so she can be safe from harm so that she can be safe.from. harm.

Safe from the harm that she may cause herself, safe from the harm that others may cause as they seek to take her wealth, safe from the food that might poison her health, safe from the men that may poison her. health

Health is the root of all our survival. Mother knew that upon my arrival. Her struggle to keep me safe. To keep me in a healthy space.

Space between mother and father has brought me to my knees. I’m begging and pleading so I can create that same safe my mother created for me.

For me she gave her life.
She gave her life to her job.
She gave her life to her friends.
She gave her life to her men
She gave her life to her end

Her end was with me. With me was her end. Not a friend, not a boss, not even one of those men. I was with her in the end.

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?

Letting Go

There comes a time when we must escape the busyness of our lives. When that time comes for me will you be by my side or will I be by myself? Will you be strong enough to lead me to my resting place and comfort me without guilt?

I was your happiness and you were mine. Before I go will you tell me all I meant to you even though you never showed me? Tell me now before I go, every time you see me.

Hold me like it’s our last time. Let me know I was enough for you in our time together. Let me know I beat your expectations and you valued my heart. Lay me down and tell me I have nothing to fear.

As I gently slip into the coma of your love, I let go of every ache and sorrow that I have ever felt for myself. I wilt quickly in this death that has been set upon my heart and mind knowing that you will revive me.

As I lay silent within myself, I stare at your soul while the rhythm of your thoughts about me plays in the background. A sweet melody that pours the pain of choices made from failure to meet expectations. Me not meeting yours and you thinking you could never meet mine.

As I lay within myself all I can do is stare. I see and feel all that you want me to know you feel about me. As the music plays on, you climb to the highest parts of our world pulling me along the piney paths as the leaves of the trees tear at my skin scratching the surface and leaving their scars that lead to old wounds healing. You reach the peak and swing me up to be by your side. I am humbled by you as I submit to your love.

To be held high by you is intriguing and unsettling to my soul. You make me feel and gain control.

We slowly fall out of me and balance as we die to what was bound to be our future.
You care for me. Holding me gently as I slip back into my resting place.

We rest and you care for me.
I have passed into peace with you by my side. And I’d do it all again as long as it leads me to you.

My words.
Afaf “Ariashalaara” Muhammad

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

Hollow Man

Hollow man you stand there ever so poised
Even under the most critical circumstances you make no noise

Your heart is too cold to let love in
So you pour all your love into things because people are temporary

Hollow man with the shallow outlook
You seek more than the truth you received from a book

Questioning life
Trusting what makes sense

Secrets lay privately in your mind
As ghosts play joyfully within your heart

Needing to peel off the shell Weighing heavy around you
She needs you to feel the love that she is bringing

She patiently waits for her truth to be noticed
For her love to penetrate your core

You show signs of reception then they quickly fade
With every love never made

Hollow man your joy is best when no one is by your side

You are found in yourself
Never caring to allow anyone else inside

You go where you are called Indulging yourself in whomever calls you first

Your outlook is shallow
Hollow Man
Yet you are full of life

There is much to learn from hollowed man

Keep your heart to yourself if you come across him
Enjoy him for the time
He will be your friend
For he has a clear and deep understanding that all things in life and love are temporary and will come to an end