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?