Definition (30)

I am the bullet in the chamber
The trigger not pulled
The rev in the engine
I am the fuel un lit
I am the road not taken
The ground to be shaken
The life recanted
The seed now planted
I am the wish not granted
I am the spell for casting
The bang of war

I am the questioning of "What are we fighting for"

I am Consequential Choices


Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009

Cold Hands

If you could hear me what could I tell you
How could I fully express how much I love you
How much I need you how much I miss you
If I could touch you how would I hold you
Would I squeeze you begging you to never leave
Would I gently embrace you not believeing your really here
If it was possible to see you how would I view you
Do you look the same unchanged by time
Have you changed your own views seeing life much different
If my ears could only hear you what words would you say
Would you tell me the love still there or
How much I have changed be the center of disscusion
Do you think I'm moving forward
Do you think I'm moving too fast or slow
Or do you think I should just live on
Keeping you lovingly forever in my past

I miss you

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009

Get by

The Place and time to move forward
Has been lost in the current of "get by"
My goals are forcefully pushed away from my plans
As I live endlessly washed in the whirlpool
Spinning between the banks of desire and the Fed. blur of currency worth
At my birth my parents felt my life's promise as I pulled through the years
But now that promise is constantly broken when the life you live
Becomes collateral for the debts of your birth you now pay back to live
Endless consumption with zero satisfaction stops my stride
And sends my existence twirling
Robbing Peter to buy food while avoiding calls from Paul
Who gives his money to self-proclaimed Monarchy
Which is a mockery of the most high
Who seems too high to hear the pleas
From these here in purgatory just to get by

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009

Notebooks

My Blank pages fill themselves often
With words of misunderstanding
As I try to explain life’s worth in a few lines
I hide my inner mind behind colorful blank covers
With a chosen name etched on the inside page
Claiming ownership of these emotions
Some we all share as we try to find clarity in the ever clouding air
I wish for shackles to control my thoughts even though
Chaotic peace is what I really need
In hopes that I might scream with no control over my mouth
The wisdom I have tried to find in the messages of others
And for the first time feel the truth behind the visions of my own view
From there lift the folks of the story to the plain of reason
But plot lines tend to get lost as the story starts its raging rushing reign
Killing the point of everything just imagined
Leaving nothing but confusion in the words with me forever transfixed in desire
Once again my blank pages fill themselves often
With words of misunderstanding
As I try to explain life’s worth in a few lines
In these notebooks

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009

Body Copy

I dress like you to look like him
And I read her words to think like them
I ea their food to share select taste
Swallowing it down with some ones else’s liquid choice
I listen to unthinking fit in music
As I work out to fit who knows model of health
Doing some guys exercise plan
To possibly flex my way into some lady’s pants
Watch a little media views
To share the same mainstream blues
From being slapped around by filtered half ass news
And turn my cheek again offering up another
“Well that’s how life looms”
Still I turn over and sleep on the lie
On some cheap but comfortable sheets
Dream my own un-lead fantasies
Of my vision of FREE yet reached
Due to the fact of being part of the
Mass human body copy

Jalili B. Jimiyu

Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009