The fiction

I close my eyes to see the direction my dreams take me

Only to see that my nightmares become more vivid as I crack my eyelids

Hoping to see the peace but only seeing that little has changed other than the direction I’m facing

I’m lead down paths of survival working endlessly just to have a meal and shelter

I long to once again see hope when I sleep but alas my paths lead back to cornered markets raising the price of life making it cheaper to die

Since dying isn’t an option I’m forced to struggle

I hope to have
Still having seems to bring the pains of needing more

Pushing me and others to buy into what looks like plenty

Spending our lives to spend our dimes and nickels on more fickle ways to lie to each other dressing up just to say

“I’m worth a little more”

With the only trinket to say so being a tag on our collars with a name

A name that says we paid more for less

But I can’t fight dreaming about stamped paper on pointless goods

Getting nothing out of them dead envious glares of others who want the same nothing I have

Trapped in my and ours defecation of currency during another self-inflicted deficit

All I can hope to do now is to warn others of this fiction

“That freedom is good but Capitalism is better”

When the fact is Capitalism kills love and transforms your freedom into the life of a slave debtor

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009

Carry On

It takes a long time to move on
Spending nights wondering why things went wrong
Confused about how the world keeps turning when what made yours go around is…gone
You stash away the hurt to face reality
Spread a smile across your face to fake away the pain
Play off the sadness and work up the stress
Avoid certain memories but still reject any possibilities of creating something new
Put off opportunities to swim in the past
The get all in a rage when you think about … LOVE
Over time you’re forced to carry on being unable to raise the resting
To insightful to go blind so you see something “nice”
The eye contact becomes unavoidable and thoughts
Feelings
Heads being to rise
The with time you are lead to carry on
No longer alive because you can’t die
But ALIVE because there’s so much to live for

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009

Self-Portrait

I see a face young with aged eyes that have seen better days in dreams
With ears that have heard loud thoughts of self pity
Despite the noise I still see lips that smacked words of dignity
The same aged eyes have searched for paths that will lead these hands to grip a piece of reality
Even though this skin has been numb to hope driven only by self worth
I see in that face a pride that can’t be broken by destructive lies
In the middle sits a nose that spent years sniffing for a truth and has often been caught off guard by its tendency to smell awful
Still this heart has been driven to follow it for the chance to give
This mind a true memory of what can be consider life
I see a body firm and armored to defend against character attacks thrown at its dark tone
Hateful of this head of coiled hair holding tight the knowledge and wisdom of the infinite were the words heard by these ears
When I look in the mirror I never see what they want me to see
The facts of who I am don’t match up the stories they tell of me
And no matter how low they have pushed me I have climbed higher than where I was left
My self-portrait is made up of more than an image of a face
My self-portrait is the real vision of me standing out

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009

Imperfect Perfection

In a perfect world I wouldn’t have gotten the time of day
But since the world is so imperfect the time was mine
She walked in 5 foot 5 fine and hair with no lye
Nice eyes, runners thighs and her chest said “hi” but didn’t scream
“NOTICE ME”
But the total package did
She came up to me with a little problem and to my glee it would take some time to fix it
Her voice tickled my mind as she spoke with intellect
Passing items from hand to hand I felt the softness of her skin
As she explained her situation her lips sent me into a daze
Hazy as my head was I was still able to help her
I handled her issue but I still stalled to make her linger around
Her scent preoccupied my mind
Causing me to change the subject, laugh with her
Comment on life…………
As perfect as the world was imperfection got in the way
I gave her my card
She gave me her number
We agreed to extend this moment of perfection on another imperfect day

Jalili B. Jimiyu
Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009

Purpose Point

I was thinking from what began as a thought
A thought that formed an idea and that Idea became a plan
A plan that I felt was so good I need to write out an outline
Which outline my purpose and when I read it
I found out my purpose was pointless
How pointless it was put a thought in my head
That got me thinking of how to bring point to my purpose
But the purpose in that became pointless
Which made me think…
Why was my purpose pointless more so
Why was I trying to make a point out of a pointless purpose
What was the purpose of what I found to be pointless
And why was it so important for me to give my purpose a point
I than discovered that thought it may be pointless
It was necessary because it was my purpose
And it was a point for me to have my purpose
So I sat down and wrote one line proving my point

My point is my purpose and my purpose is my point

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009

A poem about America…

It has the eyes of the world peering in and out of it
It has all control sharing none with the people
Makes a lot of decisions and does everything the same
Puts on many faces so blame becomes confused
Uses suffering as fundraisers
Blazes into the future with old world thinking
Points fingers with its hands picking the ones it accuses pockets
Stuffs banks with lies, markets murder with hope
It fights its employees for selling its product
It uses recycled roads to pave over forest
Talk’s mental pollution in the same breath as cleaning up the air
Tells you to invest in the economy as it spends your future
Violates your rights under your ignorant of never really being free
And tells you your eradication is good for the environment and change
It lies to you with its hands on the bible
Cheats you out of your winnings since it lost your support
Then made you to fear the very people sent to protect you
This is the hell on Earth made to look like heaven
The holy grail of greed and incest
The call this the land of the free and the home of the brave
With these new laws coming into place that idea has been misconstrued

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009