Obama for America - the only real choice!

This isn’t a fairy tale,
But an embodiment of the changes we yearn for
This isn’t a mere aspiration
But an effort getting close to the door
The door that holds us, wants us to stay behind
Behind the old politics of self-grind
The old door that locks us in yesterday
The old voice that echoes an all time nay
For our generation to go astray
This isn’t a false optimism
That raises our heart beat
This isn’t a fictional drum
That predicts defeat
But a solid understanding of our stance
A real awareness of our distance
To where we ought to be
To what we can see
Obama is a voice for our tomorrow
A light at the end of the tunnel
He is a reason to overcome our sorrow
Bridges build as a channel
Between the voice of the majority
To the policy makers
Embracing the minority
With action takers
OBAMA FOR AMERICA!
Yes we can! Beyond the negative media!

What is in a Name?

so what is the motto here?
is it name or character ?
- you're not clear!

what is the indicator
beyond the visible ?
what is the foundation
beyond the 'feasible?'
the real identity is a fabric
that is embroidered like a lyric
--- of a poets soul -to his word
--- like a warrior to his sword…

we heard what you are saying
same old ‘cultural thing’
the attention you are paying
a void shallow ring

you either come and sing
to the diversity
to the unity
accepting the other being

calling them brothers and sisters
no matter how differs
their name from your

let me see her go!

I have changed!

Now, I’m older
Now, I’m grown
I’ve changed odor
Now, I’ve flown

Now, I’m sophisticated
I speak better
My philosophical analysis
Makes me smarter
I have logics and reasons
To explain situations
Of current
Events that are happening around
Me, myself and my origin
Now I have read few
Now I make few
Dollars that inflated me
Or is it the gin?
That I afford now

Since times have changed, I have grown forgetting
Or purposely letting
My brain to turn its head
From the fact of my back-yard

Oh, that was too long ago!

Now, I’m older
Now, I’m different
Now, I’m stronger
Financially
Now, I’m a part of
Affluent
Society

I’ve relocated
My destiny and my soul
Seemingly,
My name address
Has changed
My status quo

But, really? Am I that different?
From the continent
Where I drew my particles
Elements of my soul
Where I drew my bare breath,

Lo,
Lo to my soul
If I forget
If I beset
My first love
My first have.

© 2007

pictures from: http://www.artistval.com/DARFUR.html
Black teardrop

A mix of blood and dust
Weaved, blended with a mortar
Of agony and abandonment
blend
leaving a hollow mark
for the coming generation
a naked existence
for test of the whole nation
or is it a testimony?

the real notion
the mark it is leaving behind
while pouring
and dripping
creating crevasse and eroding
the face of
my beautiful people

they cry for generation
they cry for salvation
we cried for stature
modification
I’m intertwined with their mixture
Their cry, my cry, our cry
For no body to make do nothing
For some relief

To create do something

But it is an expression
Of the depression
Our soul has endured
For generation
The cry the teardrop
It is not water,
Nor just blood
It is a mixture of our texture
The poison of the nature
Of things, and rulers of the un-fairish
It left a black mark
Changing the origin of the beautiful face to a dark
Mask,

To the horror of the world,
To the scare of the world
So biased

The Girl I loved and Memory of it…


You ...you are beyond a girl friend-of me
when I draw the-love anatomy

The goodness is pack my hearts delivery
Your beauty shines like embroidery
You have clouded me and my memory
Snatching out my soul of misery

It is true and not mockery
You can touch …
and feel it like a masonry

And you are
my lover and my only pal
I'm goooo-ne for good on sabbatical
I am tripping
but I'm spitting the lyrical
My vacation
Relocation
Is mystical
Sacred from out side beauty
This is my treasure …
and delivery

And God knows my hearts care
when you are with me
all that I care
The whole wide world
be gone and no room spare
but, I won't scare!