ZEN-like

Center your mind relax and think about

NOTHING….

Easier said than done because my mind wanders when I’m busy
I dream as I walk, my thoughts enter my head from many angels
Ranging from peaceful to RAGING
I don’t have ADHD I’m just me a THINKER
I ponder the mysteries un-mystified by the majorities of thought
I’ve never smoked Ganja but my brain circles mount ZION
Causing me to think about un-thinkable truths
Exposing reality as false
Incomplete silence I hear music
And in my quiet I speak volumes
I flood blank pages with a wash of vision
Then I unravel the coiled kinks of my head
Causing me to see into oblivion thinking with my loosened scalpe
I tried the yoga and meditation but I find enlightenment through my sight
Thinking up the deepest questions
I realize they come with the mow shallow answers
“What’s the meaning of life?”
“The meaning is whatever definition you find in it.”
I have no need to look to the sky because the stars are all around us
Since we stand on Earth which floats through the cosmos
Dancing in space we sway with stellar souls
So there’s no need to shot for vanity because we are already at the top

….We just need to see that….

When I say this to a Guru I watch their mouths drop
Because I’m there and I did it with a “Clouded mind”
But if you wait a little the sun always shines through the over cast
Beaming the path to destiny
Let me just reach out my hands to catch my dreams
And start a collection of my thought
So that I may display what’s ZEN-like

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009

How to swim

She’s gonna teach me how to swim
Giving me a new way to move through the world
Fully clothed or butt naked I should be able to live
She’s gonna teach me how to swim
Take a few breaths push me on in
Sink like a rock and come up to fast and bet the bends
Swallow too much water gasp for air
Rub more salt in my eyes
Blink real hard till I can almost see again
Keep struggling to survive as the current rushes in
Get washed away with the mainstream
I then crash against some rocks because of the rapids
Pull myself up on a bank and waves knock me off again
She’s gonna teach me how to swim
I run into a glacier freeze up
But as the warm current mixes with the cold
I get tossed up in a hurricane and slam down in the NEW WORLD
With an OLD ORDER and get no help for 3 days
She’s gonna teach me how to swim
I wake up to a tsunami with FEMA on its way
But they meet me at the shore with a coffin
So I run to the desert and they meet me with bombs over Bagdad
Fearing for my life like others
That were supposed to be jealous of our freedom
But I never saw free though never was I behind bars
Still I couldn’t feed myself without a dollar
So she’s gonna teach me how to swim
Teach me how to live off the grid
Go by my name and detach from a Social Security Number
Run from the spot light as I stake my claim to fame
I jump back into the water again
Still unprepared expecting little of tomorrow
Because today LIFE said
She’s gonna teach me how to swim

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009

Harder on me

I'm harder on myself than any one in the world can be on me
I scare myself straight when I think to do something wrong
I give myself something to cry about when I wine about something not being right
I am my most hateful critic forcing me to start all over
I am my own worst enemy when I prepare myself for a fight
I make me go hungry when I think of wasting food
I steal my own precious when I carelessly walk away from it
I burn my own fingers when I reach too far
I scream in my own ears forcing myself to pay attention
I call myself a dead beat dad if I go a moment without thinking of my child
I toss salt in my own wounds when I complain about pain
I knock myself down when I get too big
I push myself above and beyond when I think I reach the end
I rage out and hatefully to myself and don't allow any hugs to come in
I hate myself when I need to to make me love me more later
So there's nothing you can do to EVER bring me down
Because I am harder on myself than anyone in the world can be on me

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009

No Play

I give about as much play as I get

Getting stares from women with extensive litters

Harshly permed heads with mental breakage

Unpleasantly plump shorties looking for men to beat

Overly aggressive fine and psycho models throwing cell phones

As well as the usual “can I get a dollar” types

I don’t get the “good girls”

The higher mind grads with their own pads

Yoga lovers though they may hate their Pilates days though they still meditate

The voluptuous sweet hearts willing to share some sweet tarts

And of course the one’s that got away

Then was changed into a man hater after messing with some fool

Now see her with the mase key chain and a permit to carry it

I just get the pork eater that thinks

I’m crazy for not eating any animal meat

“Because we all like chicken and shit”

Or the BLACK WHITE girl that thinks if a black man rejects her

“That *NIGGER* must be gay

And her ignorant black “home gurl” that thinks the same way

Oh and lets not forget the “CHURCH NUT”

That thinks after a NUTT she will make me go to her church

And will save my soul praying to her RAINBOW colored Jesus

When we all know that brother was BLACK

I want a thinker that wants to see the world

The one that if she has a child she’s not keeping the baby from his/her father and trying to give me that title

Or the soul child with the Muslim name

Who doesn’t get mad when I say I don’t want another bean pie

The Buddhist tofu eating AFRIKAN beauty that I see the GOD in that reminds me somewhat of myself

Shit I’d be happy with the sorority sister that knows

SHE’S A SISTER that lies about giving up her perm to make me smile

When she honestly can’t see her hair any other way

At least she has her own dreams and sees life for what it can be

And doesn’t settle for how the world is

But I seem to get as much play as I give

I guess I’ll stay alone until we all stop playing

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009

A minute

I have a moment to get this out
Show you what I see
Hand you what I can give
Pushing this out with the seconds counting down
Vocalizing what I need to say in these few words
Blowing everything out of my lungs
To make you gasp for air
I have a limited time to share this infection
Causing an epidemic of inspiration
-On an ear shot scale-
But with enough force to have those that hear it spread it across the word
I have just a minute to give you these words
Will you take that time to receive them
Breath them in and get high off these (v)erbs

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted 2009

A vent

You aren’t entitled to SHIT
But a foot in your ASS
You know damn well I was a good father
And its funny how hurt you’d be if I just didn’t bother
I work for my daughter not to fill your pockets
And you keep breaking the law by not letting me she her
You can’t seriously think you can get first dibs on my check
Yet her birthday past MONTHS AGO and I haven’t seen her yet
I HATE YOU STICKEN ASS and it hurts because I love my daughter
She shouldn’t have to only know half of her family
She should know everybody that loves her
Be able to know who’s her REAL FATHER
The one that buys her cloths and sends her toys
And if that man you fucking with truly loved her
He would at least have the presents of mind to know she and me would want to see each other
He would return my calls and talk to me himself
But I guess he’s the bitch of a BITCH and just follows your every word
Hiding behind paper work and distance but let me tell you something
That paper work is bringing me closer
I hate to think that you only want drama
Well get ready for a call from my lawyer

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009

Wage Slave

It happens the first day of every week
I feel it as it calls me
I try to put it away
But it tugs at me just to stay in my thoughts
And those thoughts get louder making it hard to ignore
At times I am floored by its persistence
Not to be ignored it stands staring into my face forcing eye contact
It breaths heavy over my head as it rest all it’s weight on my shoulders
The night before as I try to sleep
It jumps on my bed causing my slumber uneasy
It points at my clock counting down the hours
Letting me know time is near up and soon I will have to get up to face it again
With it’s cold invisible smile that I see clear
Clearly telling me “This is not what I want”
I agree though I’m not lost on what I want to do
HOW TO DO IT is the question
Now I walk to the door and take some air in
And yell painfully raging INSIDE
As I start wage slaving again

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009

Keeping my attention

I love to watch her playing as her personal voyeur

Wrapped in her movements

Having eye contact with her hips

She plays to my pupils

Moving to our music

Teasing my finger tips making me so tempted to touch

Knowing she has my focus she pulls me in

Her pivots in her pelvis pleases my penetration

Sing her songs she sooths my thinking but increases my stimulation

I stay under her control as I dance in her

Twisting from the bottom hypnotizes me on top

And I feel like screaming when she begins to talk

“Is this what you want”

I can only say is “Humunaha”

She simply smiles pressing against me

Pulling me deeper in keeping my attention


Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009

Through the eyes of the struggle

Get up, get out and get it
Scream, demand what you need
Stop accepting what you want

That's what it screams to us
Trying to get rid of us
The struggle doesn't want us
We want it since we keep it with us

What the struggle see is addicts to her drama
Our desire to know her and our need to show her
We say we wish to rid ourselves of her
Still we feel more alive when we have it

That's why we die
Lost within the struggle
Bleeding, fighting, as we struggle

Because we stay in it's eyes
Seeing the sight it gives us
The sites we seek to find it

The greed we think we need she gives us
This meaningless endless battle to have
When we have not even honored what we once had

So lets struggle on blindly as she tries to shake us off
Making us feel awful when we take her on
And be for warned when it lets us know

I see you think I'm what you want
But the struggle is not what you want to own

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009

What I want to see

I can tell you what I see
How I feel when I look into the air
Seeing cloudless skies streaked with chemtrials
Young brothers being made into hood martyrs
And young daughters being turned into booty calls

I can tell you what I see
The way it makes me feel when I see it
Ever black mens magazine hailing riches and bitches
Instead upliftment and our place in history
But I don't want to talk about what I see

I want to tell you what I want to see
I want to see BUSH IN JAIL
Cheney burning in hell
And people proud of the CHANGE they can make

I want to see my daughter smile
My nieces and nephews as well
My mother retiring happily
My sister restful teaching

I want to see my people TRULY OVERCOME
Not with the help after begging those keeping them under
But with their power and our children as the reason for climbing
As they erase all the self hatred for our brown skin
As we realize our beauty

I want to tell you what I want to see
Because you see what I see too
You see the bad rarely seeing the good
We all smile now covering up our gloom with a numb tomb

We can all see the bad and hope for the good
But I want to tell you what I want to see

I WANT TO SEE...............free

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009

Weave Champion

She had that Illwaiian slicky
Green contacts
Long press on nails
With a strut that catches you staring and screams “WHAT”
Her glare through those swap meat lenses
Let you know that she knew she was fine
AND ANY OTHER OPINION WAS A DEAD ASS LIE
I saw her and her made up face turned my direction
With a smile that said
“If I wanted you I could make you mine”
Even though I hate the fakeness I loved her confidence
As well as her freakiness
Most of the time we fussed and she yelled for me not to fuck up her hair
Her AKA pink and green sickened me
As well as her lack of Conscious Sense bewildered me
“Obama is the 2nd coming” yeah her t-shirt said it
But I stared for many reason…
One because she wore it in public was my problem of its non sense
(Damn he’s just another president that happens to have some black in him not some savior)
Two because her nipples poked through made me look
Through our difference and a short term fling
I still for a while I couldn’t escape her madness
Nor ignore her unmistakable badness
That’s briefly what happened when I meet Ms. Weave Champion

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009

This is dedicated to...

This is dedicated to...
You, them, those
Their's, thy, the
He, She, Me
My, Mine, Many
Few, Five, Four
Three, Two, Too
Us, I, Why
We, See, 'G'
The riders
The fighter
The prayers
The prey
The predator
The game
The school
The fool
The Beginning
The end
This is dedicated to...
Every one every one else forgot to
dedicate something to.

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009

Settle in for the lone one

“It doesn't hurt anymore”
He thought to himself as the world began to slow
The loud screams began to quiet and sounded far off
As he scanned the scene for his resting position
With the people running all around
The world seemed to twist like a boat on waves
He felt warm...he felt like smiling
Even though his friends looked panicked
The girl he danced with was in tears screaming
And he noticed a few other people laying down like him
…..Not moving......
Sirens began blaring but soon faded as well
He started thinking that before this mess that laid everybody out
This was the best night of his life
He took a deep breath and started closing his eyes
“DON'T LET HIM GO TO SLEEP” some one yelled
“LIFT HIS HEAD, WAKE UP” another ordered
“NO NOO NOOOOooo” cried a familiar voice
He flashed a quick smile before he settled in
For a long well deserved rest.....

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009