Bismillah...Dwelling in peace living out our dreams; embracing raindrops & sun beams; in silence no weeps, no screams; complete balance, no extremes!!!
Bismillah...from start to finish;
May my drive never waiver or diminish.
ameen...Driven by my need to please;
I've found the only position that grants me ease;
is my forehead kissing the floor on bended knees...
Desperate for my KING'S approval and love,
through my own iniquities I push and shove...
I cry out constantly while others sleep tight;
cause I heard HE's closet to me in the small of the night...
My longing is longer than the longest of long;
my greatest desire is to bow before HIS magnificent throne...
In the house of eternal light and sweet greetings of peace;
where sorrow never visits and fulfillment never cease...
I believe HIS promise is true, and HE is what I believe HIM to be;
therefore ALLAH, Al Wadud, will forever be enough lover for me....
~a-ME-lah~
Forced by the played hand to seek means from an unfamiliar and down right unloving source;
a cyclone of emotions sweep my faith in uncomfortable directions as I desperately strive to stay on my spiritual course.
Quietly fear preys on the vulnerability of my spirit...
it’s done in an almost silent whisper but if you listen closely you might be able to hear it...
Though mentally I can barely make out the message, my gut reveals much;
and it’s loudly telling me, “all that fear calls you to, you dare not touch...
I can’t let life’s temporary circumstances break my back;
each second is yet another opportunity to get on track;
to work on the things I want to posses, but know I lack;
so into my spiritual luggage only good deeds I pack...
My faith is my only sure bet;
no it’s not tangible, but it hasn’t failed me yet;
constant remembrance helps me not to forget,
even when with tears my face is soakin’ wet....
Far over the top is how some may see me;
but I’m certain there’s another warrior in humanity;
fighting the same battles praying for a victory;
and for us spiritual soldiers, "ALLAH is enough of an army!!!”
~a~ME~lah~
Two down, then two more plus one, equals five;
was it unconscious suicide, or did he honestly believe he could survive...
We can only wonder what the final thoughts are of one as desperate as he;
were they "LORD take me now", or "Yall got to be crazy if you think I'm just let you take me!"???
Did Oscar's senseless death haunt the corners of his brain, causing him to see nothing but blood red???
was this his way of dying on his feet, rather than on his knees with a bullet in his back, right below his head?
Certainly the angel of death was sent out to fulfill a mission;
and neither Oscar, Lovelle, nor those cops could have left this world without GOD's permission...
Surely, there is a sign in all things when pondered in reflection;
truth has a way of remaining true despite its constant rejection...
There's a war going on in the nation of the enslaved free;
there's a wall for the fallen soldiers on the streets of every city, not just in D.C.
The uniform of these soldiers are sagged jeans and white T's;
and they fight in a senseless war as do the many soldiers over seas...
Why do we only protest as we lay the countless bodies down to rest???
Does life become more valuable once it reaches its final death???
I almost hesitate to write these mangled thoughts at each and every line;
for fear that they will simply remain words in another poem "A Sista Like Me" delivered in a rhyme...
My prayer is that these words push me into action & inspire others to do the same;
my deepest fear is to continue with doing nothing, then having to stand before my LORD in shame...
Having a president of color has its place in history;
but its not the coming of the Messiah, and real change must come from you and me...
We must take to the streets more than once or twice a year;
Dedicated peace lovers to whom displeasing GOD is their only fear...
If each one teaches one imagine the difference it will make;
in changing the lives of the up and coming generations, cause this cycle we've just got to break...Amelah
Bismillah...
