<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457</id><updated>2012-01-17T19:44:18.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A written life a poetic soul</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetry that my heart bleeds
Writings that my soul leeks
Words that my mind releases
Thoughts that my hands recite

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Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-3236486640087711427</id><published>2011-07-05T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T08:46:47.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loop</title><content type='html'>Again&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;Over&lt;br /&gt;And over&lt;br /&gt;And over&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;One positive &lt;br /&gt;To begin a line of negative&lt;br /&gt;One step forward&lt;br /&gt;Just to stumble back again&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;Over&lt;br /&gt;And over&lt;br /&gt;And over&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-3236486640087711427?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3236486640087711427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=3236486640087711427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/3236486640087711427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/3236486640087711427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2011/07/loop.html' title='The Loop'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-7172695645199533295</id><published>2010-08-27T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:51:56.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 24pt 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I took a moment to sit and think &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;What I found out from my thoughts was nothing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Just a voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Something I heard without a sound&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Just my breathing and ears ring from listening to silence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I went out on the journey of clearing my mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;To try to find some answers to my questions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;But I soon forgot my question&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Also I lost my need for an answer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I just heard nothing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Just a voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Something I heard without a sound&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Just my breathing and ears ring from listening to silence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I wonder why I forgot all my thoughts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Was because I was trying to listen to something&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Or was it just nothing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Something from the inside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Or was it &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Just a voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Something I heard without a sound&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Just my breathing and ears ring from listening to silence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2010&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-7172695645199533295?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7172695645199533295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=7172695645199533295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7172695645199533295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7172695645199533295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2010/08/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8448404296401247681</id><published>2010-08-27T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:37:33.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition (Finally)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I am the moon and the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The story and the teller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The high end of the low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The theory lost in conspiracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I am the blanket for warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The nude in the heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The lost found in the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The dancer in the wall flower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I am the hope of the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The rise of us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The balls the speak freely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The lack of shame when you’re needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I bleed out harmony when stuck with chaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I am the reason for knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The causes of war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The will to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The blank stare in the face of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I’m sick with prosperity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I die from lack of destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;And I live after being all that I can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I’m seen with shut lids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Missed with wide eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Time imitating art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;And in the dark I’m bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I am what is to be when being is all there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I am THE DEFINITION OF LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8448404296401247681?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8448404296401247681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8448404296401247681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8448404296401247681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8448404296401247681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2010/08/definition-finally_27.html' title='Definition (Finally)'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-4570170749489509850</id><published>2010-05-19T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:02:53.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Blah</title><content type='html'>Never was it said that I don’t believe in God&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t believe in God’s abuse by man&lt;br /&gt;The bastradization of stories transformed into law&lt;br /&gt;The hell carried out by those trying to get to heaven&lt;br /&gt;All the empty lessons that end with contradictions&lt;br /&gt;The saying that “God has a plan”&lt;br /&gt;So do you mean that our “choice” is not our decision?&lt;br /&gt;Or people saying that “God made me that way”&lt;br /&gt;As to say that since they don’t have any control of whatever&lt;br /&gt;The just won’t take ownership of their actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to think in a way that God was merely just the beginning&lt;br /&gt;And if God doesn’t like what we’ve become God will most likely bring the end&lt;br /&gt;But in the mean time all the world is our story&lt;br /&gt;We have to write the plot&lt;br /&gt;Forcing us to hold the power&lt;br /&gt;Deal with all the glory&lt;br /&gt;And demand that we choose what our place is in life’s story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-4570170749489509850?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4570170749489509850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=4570170749489509850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4570170749489509850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4570170749489509850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2010/05/book-of-blah.html' title='The Book of Blah'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8123942044939640848</id><published>2010-05-19T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:01:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intended Suspension</title><content type='html'>Give me some lined paper&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll crank out a message&lt;br /&gt;Possibly a lesson&lt;br /&gt;Words to live by coming from a purpose to die for&lt;br /&gt;Inside I kept my thoughts locked away&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully today they’ve seeped their way&lt;br /&gt;Through my nerves endings sending&lt;br /&gt;Tingles to my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Etching out what’s been burning my lips&lt;br /&gt;Something I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;So with paper, pen, and letters I play&lt;br /&gt;Writing what some will never say&lt;br /&gt;Others won’t want to hear&lt;br /&gt;In fear they’ll stop their sneers&lt;br /&gt;And learn something that makes them&lt;br /&gt;Think freely and in the end freeing me&lt;br /&gt;From my writing halt caused by&lt;br /&gt;An intended suspension to give my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Time to collect until there’s no room to store them&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ll pour them pour on a page&lt;br /&gt;Let them evaporate into your eyes causing storms over your brain&lt;br /&gt;Raining down a new perception&lt;br /&gt;Then together we’ll co-opt our thoughts and feed the world&lt;br /&gt;With an organic message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8123942044939640848?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8123942044939640848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8123942044939640848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8123942044939640848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8123942044939640848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2010/05/intended-suspension.html' title='Intended Suspension'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2629554351059054003</id><published>2009-12-26T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:40:57.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I find myself</title><content type='html'>I find myself&lt;br /&gt;Mad, for no reason other than I don’t have what I want and no knowledge of how to get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself&lt;br /&gt;Lost, not knowing where to get it would be easier if I even knew where I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself&lt;br /&gt;Drifting, with no way to stop or to even change my momentum and its becoming regular that motion sickness is my illness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself&lt;br /&gt;Trapped, and I have no recollection of how I got here or how to get out most strange is how I got caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what this life is all about why can there be so many doubts but very few concrete answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking about the world around me&lt;br /&gt;Why things are so wrong&lt;br /&gt;And how to fix the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been told to rely on faith&lt;br /&gt;Or just leave the thoughts alone&lt;br /&gt;Think about my own&lt;br /&gt;But what goes on around us&lt;br /&gt;Affects us all right here&lt;br /&gt;“Can’t we all get along” Nah but we can leave each other alone&lt;br /&gt;Let peace live in peace&lt;br /&gt;And stop invoking the beast&lt;br /&gt;In the end I find myself trying to fix the worlds mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2629554351059054003?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2629554351059054003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2629554351059054003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2629554351059054003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2629554351059054003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-find-myself.html' title='I find myself'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-6223813535778255589</id><published>2009-12-26T10:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:04:26.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition 30…something</title><content type='html'>I am the comeback&lt;br /&gt;The never left&lt;br /&gt;Took a break now have some cobwebs to shack&lt;br /&gt;I am the return of the gangster&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of returning back home&lt;br /&gt;I’m the energy shake&lt;br /&gt;I am the missing replaced&lt;br /&gt;The addition of power&lt;br /&gt;The magnification of desire&lt;br /&gt;I am the beginning of the new that was once old but fresh again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am REJUVINATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-6223813535778255589?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6223813535778255589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=6223813535778255589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6223813535778255589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6223813535778255589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/12/definition-30something.html' title='Definition 30…something'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1456200780752582110</id><published>2009-12-26T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:54:53.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>Where did the fire go&lt;br /&gt;It left it must have left with the desire so&lt;br /&gt;I guess the brothers changed&lt;br /&gt;Or made his way ahead of the game&lt;br /&gt;To be honest little has changed&lt;br /&gt;But the message remains&lt;br /&gt;And the heart still bleeds the same&lt;br /&gt;Still I’m pushing on&lt;br /&gt;Burning the image of strong&lt;br /&gt;Living to be a righteous one&lt;br /&gt;And prove thought is mightier than the gun&lt;br /&gt;So if I disappear&lt;br /&gt;Just no the fires still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1456200780752582110?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1456200780752582110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1456200780752582110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1456200780752582110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1456200780752582110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/12/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8317740071959835205</id><published>2009-12-26T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:39:11.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real</title><content type='html'>Turning to face another shame&lt;br /&gt;I begin to become tired of feeling pain for the shameless&lt;br /&gt;Those that play up ignorance no longer get a reaction from me&lt;br /&gt;Instead the ones that watch them get my attention&lt;br /&gt;Passing along education instead of letting lesson be learned from the fools&lt;br /&gt;I teach the youngsters that grow up watching the minstrel show performs&lt;br /&gt;That real is not the images, but the messages pouring from them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8317740071959835205?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8317740071959835205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8317740071959835205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8317740071959835205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8317740071959835205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/12/real.html' title='Real'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8898661896059992460</id><published>2009-10-24T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:07:30.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before you’ve begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Rockwell;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That the world is ugly and life is long and dirty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time really drags but your too busy running trying to live&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you look up you realize you’ve spent your time dying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dying to make it ahead of those of the same speed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And before you know it its too late to begin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now your finish before you even got started&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Along the way you’ve managed to make a baby or 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Possibly had some fun with some one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the kids and forever are too much to handle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At times you bleed but for the most part you plead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoping that some one gives you that break&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you can breath love what you got&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously what you’ve got is far from enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You want to cry but you stay tough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hold your head up for the babies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inside all the while time is ticking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your mind begins slipping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it’s all over now long before you’ve begun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted &lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;Ó&lt;/span&gt; 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8898661896059992460?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8898661896059992460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8898661896059992460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8898661896059992460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8898661896059992460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-youve-begun.html' title='Before you’ve begun'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-6118887014880446861</id><published>2009-10-24T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:05:29.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems after 99</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the back ground plays hypnotic reams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I float through a dreamy state&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On top of the moon roof of my mind sprinkles pelts of hate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That wish to get through but I've already left my (over)head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During my ride to no where that I travel fast along my roads&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twisting with the turns of my failures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later repaved by my triumphs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am revisited by times that speeded by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving me to wonder has went by fast or have a just be sleep as I survive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Have I lost my mind" or do I just need to control my thinking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I crack down on what spilts my thoughts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trading in focus for blank stares&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I picture an endless fall at the end of my path&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That I can never avoid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I fall and there is usually&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing more.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-6118887014880446861?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6118887014880446861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=6118887014880446861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6118887014880446861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6118887014880446861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/problems-after-99.html' title='Problems after 99'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8019038823244377610</id><published>2009-10-24T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:01:02.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative im-positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In many attempts to be positive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I seem to only tell the awful truth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Point out the plans flaws&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And question the creators existence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My faith in a higher power&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Is as present as the presents of the most high&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And to be honest I think most believers are mostly high&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I’ve seen angels to only realize&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That was the trick of my eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Or the fact that angels don’t die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I pray only to have my words echo off there own contradictions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Peace for all but death to the problem causers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Truth to the sun but my plans to stay hidden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And life for the living but death to the killer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I miss the point of the trip and I want to stand still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Only to get bumped into on coming tomorrows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Getting road rage causing me to chase down destiny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;‘If I could only get over that hump”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then I stop my speech and recognize the issue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The hump jumps and blocks me indefinitely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That’s why I can seem to smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My eyes have seen so much wrong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That I can’t even cry right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Even if I tried I doubt I could die tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In that case I’ll just keep living in hopes I reach the limelight &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yeah it’s copyright &lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;Ó&lt;/span&gt; 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8019038823244377610?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8019038823244377610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8019038823244377610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8019038823244377610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8019038823244377610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/negative-im-positive.html' title='Negative im-positive'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-4022896555535032158</id><published>2009-10-12T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:07:21.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I look around and the world seems to stands still&lt;br /&gt;Things never moving forward only just appearing to have changed&lt;br /&gt;But underneath the altered surfaces, the cogs of socitey remain the same&lt;br /&gt;My world view travels through mirror images mimking the same pattern&lt;br /&gt;As life revolves around an idea that doesn't support living&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrified that tomorrow will be the same&lt;br /&gt;So I close my eyes and fall asleep praying that what I see and feel are just the flaws of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Only when I wake my nightmares are this reality&lt;br /&gt;Traveling through loops of today and the motionless clocks&lt;br /&gt;That tick to the beat of the yesterdays thinking&lt;br /&gt;I tremble with terror that I can't just do something to change it all&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to reach for the hands of time and stop going nowhere at every moment, But I feel powerless to stop it&lt;br /&gt;Since the living around me are willing to die to keep this faithful exsitence&lt;br /&gt;Which leads us to tomorrows endless past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its copyrighted © 2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-4022896555535032158?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4022896555535032158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=4022896555535032158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4022896555535032158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4022896555535032158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/endless-past.html' title='Endless Past'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2569432783395963686</id><published>2009-09-15T10:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:55.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH</title><content type='html'>Oh who has seen the righteous vision of what’s over the mountain top&lt;br /&gt;The view that many dead leaders gazed on before their lives where taken&lt;br /&gt;After they spoke to us about moving on as we stepped back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh who has felt the feeling of flying without wings through&lt;br /&gt;As the world crashed to the ground from pushing of our shoulders&lt;br /&gt;To get free and be at last with the light that we feel against our souls, never seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what is the price that must be paid to get as many of our own to the place each one wishes to be&lt;br /&gt;It would gladly be paid if the price was made know&lt;br /&gt;Though the feeling of it is the realization that the price maybe to high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2569432783395963686?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2569432783395963686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2569432783395963686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2569432783395963686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2569432783395963686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh.html' title='OH'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-5065993249956651381</id><published>2009-09-15T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:53:16.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast life</title><content type='html'>All this talk about living the fast life&lt;br /&gt;When all life goes the same speeds as the world’s turn&lt;br /&gt;Still there’s burning rubber from cars speeding riders to their demise&lt;br /&gt;Eye’s of thousand watch on as the sparks from the crash burn their retinas&lt;br /&gt;The main threat to us is the chance that we may relax&lt;br /&gt;Brushing off old paths to higher hopeful lives&lt;br /&gt;But that would defeat the dream of the of living quick&lt;br /&gt;Speeding past the moment catching glimpses in passing&lt;br /&gt;In the chance encounter with fast results of money&lt;br /&gt;A faint feeling of power really lasting an hour&lt;br /&gt;So most stay psyched about rushing to nothing&lt;br /&gt;Shortening the days with short sight&lt;br /&gt;With delight in claiming their living of a fast life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-5065993249956651381?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5065993249956651381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=5065993249956651381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/5065993249956651381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/5065993249956651381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/fast-life.html' title='Fast life'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1431049057276575843</id><published>2009-09-12T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:50:49.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Trouble</title><content type='html'>No More Trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead by their own foolish thoughts of being over taken&lt;br /&gt;They run around taken others over&lt;br /&gt;Putting their names on their lands&lt;br /&gt;Killing of their peoples and shipping in their own&lt;br /&gt;They came it’s done in the name of GOD&lt;br /&gt;They say it’s done to keep the world safe&lt;br /&gt;They say it’s done for the advancement of many&lt;br /&gt;When in fact their actions are done just for the control of controlling&lt;br /&gt;No purpose other than them wanting to stay on top&lt;br /&gt;Even if the top is set on a parallel line&lt;br /&gt;When all come in and leave out the same way&lt;br /&gt;They say they do it to bring peace but all they bring is trouble&lt;br /&gt;But we don’t need NO MORE TROUBLE&lt;br /&gt;No more pain from painful lies being spread about our children&lt;br /&gt;We don’t want to suffer because another never learned to share&lt;br /&gt;Times much change and with the changing time we must change with it&lt;br /&gt;We must tell those that wish to control but not share the power&lt;br /&gt;That we will no longer stand for it&lt;br /&gt;That we will fight against it&lt;br /&gt;That we already out number you and we don’t need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No More Trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1431049057276575843?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1431049057276575843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1431049057276575843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1431049057276575843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1431049057276575843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-more-trouble.html' title='No More Trouble'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-9051055120268709670</id><published>2009-08-09T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:54:31.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Deja</title><content type='html'>I remember looking out the window and seeing&lt;br /&gt;The present as you would the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewing life change steadily to seem unchanged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward only to turn a corner and touch myself on the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Then look back and see my face as I realize I have been caught in flash back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to trick myself into thinking this is living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and breath deeply&lt;br /&gt;Expecting to take in some fresh air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I pull into my chest is the shameful truth living life in rewind&lt;br /&gt;Going back to retract the progress of my years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surviving only to live&lt;br /&gt;Living just not to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to live the way of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;But as I step forward deja vu traps me ductaping me to one routeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working, eating, sleeping the same lame existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must and will escape because I have been planning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one moment following the scheduled&lt;br /&gt;Taking the complacent med's to keep my ambitions numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to hide my eagerness under my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Run off to my hiding place and plot my crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devising my methods for escape&lt;br /&gt;I head back into my place in line marching back to bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaking to the left and right&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that soon I will kill my relationship with deja vu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally making my get away from the commonplace humdrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-9051055120268709670?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9051055120268709670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=9051055120268709670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/9051055120268709670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/9051055120268709670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/killing-deja.html' title='Killing Deja'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-7059341411084953975</id><published>2009-08-01T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:21:14.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We the Sheeple</title><content type='html'>We the sheeple to just roam a more prison like nation&lt;br /&gt;Quietly stay silent as we die snuffed away&lt;br /&gt;Never defending our desire for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the sheeple bend to the will of invisible rulers&lt;br /&gt;As we vote aimlessly for the puppet getting the most good press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the sheeple devour the fields of lies planted by our own ignorance&lt;br /&gt;And unwillingness to change our own ways&lt;br /&gt;All the while hoping things are changed on our behalf's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the sheeple flock endlessly on mass to work&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding, sweating and crying to fulfill some one else's dreams&lt;br /&gt;Pushing our own to the background for the greater good&lt;br /&gt;Which is good for only a few with greater positions of power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our names we the sheeple carry the debt of a false flag government&lt;br /&gt;As they wage false flag waving genocidal wars in our names&lt;br /&gt;So that later we can give up our LIBERTIES for our FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;Screaming the name of GOD as they do the work of the DEVIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the sheeple stand by as invasions of distant people die&lt;br /&gt;Fighting to not be like what we've become&lt;br /&gt;As we kill in defensive of a life that has us captive to&lt;br /&gt;A dollar, an idea, and a previously stolen land&lt;br /&gt;Built on the pain of a stolen people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the sheeple than cast out those brown, white, yellow, red and black sheep&lt;br /&gt;That raise a call for us to break free of our controllers&lt;br /&gt;And live our right to the lives of shepardes&lt;br /&gt;So that we may guild our loved ones to greener pastures&lt;br /&gt;Instead we leave them to the wolves hiding in the crowds&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to kill the while they're young and tender&lt;br /&gt;Before they can grow to strong and tough to lead blindly to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the sheeple humbly lay our heads&lt;br /&gt;In the laps of our executioners&lt;br /&gt;As we press on to be forever herded to our demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless we rise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We the Sheeple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-7059341411084953975?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7059341411084953975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=7059341411084953975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7059341411084953975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7059341411084953975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-sheeple.html' title='We the Sheeple'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8597041464583015385</id><published>2009-07-28T16:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:01:22.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition (30)</title><content type='html'>I am the bullet in the chamber&lt;br /&gt;The trigger not pulled&lt;br /&gt;The rev in the engine&lt;br /&gt;I am the fuel un lit&lt;br /&gt;I am the road not taken&lt;br /&gt;The ground to be shaken&lt;br /&gt;The life recanted&lt;br /&gt;The seed now planted&lt;br /&gt; I am the wish not granted&lt;br /&gt;I am the spell for casting&lt;br /&gt;The bang of war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the questioning of "What are we fighting for"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Consequential Choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8597041464583015385?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8597041464583015385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8597041464583015385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8597041464583015385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8597041464583015385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/definition-30.html' title='Definition (30)'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2462296543465348692</id><published>2009-07-28T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:55:37.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could hear me what could I tell you&lt;br /&gt;How could I fully express how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;How much I need you how much I miss you&lt;br /&gt;If I could touch you how would I hold you&lt;br /&gt;Would I squeeze you begging you to never leave&lt;br /&gt;Would I gently embrace you not believeing your really here&lt;br /&gt;If it was possible to see you how would I view you&lt;br /&gt;Do you look the same unchanged by time&lt;br /&gt;Have you changed your own views seeing life much different&lt;br /&gt;If my ears could only hear you what words would you say&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me the love still there or&lt;br /&gt;How much I have changed be the center of disscusion&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm moving forward&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm moving too fast or slow&lt;br /&gt;Or do you think I should just live on&lt;br /&gt;Keeping you lovingly forever in my past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2462296543465348692?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2462296543465348692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2462296543465348692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2462296543465348692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2462296543465348692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/cold-hands.html' title='Cold Hands'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2510310361696936186</id><published>2009-07-18T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:27:42.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get by</title><content type='html'>The Place and time to move forward&lt;br /&gt;Has been lost in the current of "get by"&lt;br /&gt;My goals are forcefully pushed away from my plans&lt;br /&gt;As I live endlessly washed in the whirlpool&lt;br /&gt;Spinning between the banks of desire and the Fed. blur of currency worth&lt;br /&gt;At my birth my parents felt my life's promise as I pulled through the years&lt;br /&gt;But now that promise is constantly broken when the life you live&lt;br /&gt;Becomes collateral for the debts of your birth you now pay back to live&lt;br /&gt;Endless consumption with zero satisfaction stops my stride&lt;br /&gt;And sends my existence twirling&lt;br /&gt;Robbing Peter to buy food while avoiding calls from Paul&lt;br /&gt;Who gives his money to self-proclaimed Monarchy&lt;br /&gt;Which is a mockery of the most high&lt;br /&gt;Who seems too high to hear the pleas&lt;br /&gt;From these here in purgatory just to get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2510310361696936186?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2510310361696936186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2510310361696936186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2510310361696936186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2510310361696936186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-by.html' title='Get by'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-6997888004877016539</id><published>2009-07-01T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:55:39.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notebooks</title><content type='html'>My Blank pages fill themselves often&lt;br /&gt;With words of misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;As I try to explain life’s worth in a few lines&lt;br /&gt;I hide my inner mind behind colorful blank covers&lt;br /&gt;With a chosen name etched on the inside page&lt;br /&gt;Claiming ownership of these emotions&lt;br /&gt;Some we all share as we try to find clarity in the ever clouding air&lt;br /&gt;I wish for shackles to control my thoughts even though&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic peace is what I really need&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that I might scream with no control over my mouth&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom I have tried to find in the messages of others&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time feel the truth behind the visions of my own view&lt;br /&gt;From there lift the folks of the story to the plain of reason&lt;br /&gt;But plot lines tend to get lost as the story starts its raging rushing reign&lt;br /&gt;Killing the point of everything just imagined&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing but confusion in the words with me forever transfixed in desire&lt;br /&gt;Once again my blank pages fill themselves often&lt;br /&gt;With words of misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;As I try to explain life’s worth in a few lines&lt;br /&gt;In these notebooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-6997888004877016539?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6997888004877016539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=6997888004877016539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6997888004877016539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6997888004877016539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/notebooks.html' title='Notebooks'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-4854508765544547614</id><published>2009-07-01T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:55:05.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Copy</title><content type='html'>I dress like you to look like him&lt;br /&gt;And I read her words to think like them&lt;br /&gt;I ea their food to share select taste&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing it down with some ones else’s liquid choice&lt;br /&gt;I listen to unthinking fit in music&lt;br /&gt;As I work out to fit who knows model of health&lt;br /&gt;Doing some guys exercise plan&lt;br /&gt;To possibly flex my way into some lady’s pants&lt;br /&gt;Watch a little media views&lt;br /&gt;To share the same mainstream blues&lt;br /&gt;From being slapped around by filtered half ass news&lt;br /&gt;And turn my cheek again offering up another&lt;br /&gt;“Well that’s how life looms”&lt;br /&gt;Still I turn over and sleep on the lie&lt;br /&gt;On some cheap but comfortable sheets&lt;br /&gt;Dream my own un-lead fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Of my vision of FREE yet reached&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact of being part of the&lt;br /&gt;Mass human &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;body copy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-4854508765544547614?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4854508765544547614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=4854508765544547614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4854508765544547614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4854508765544547614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/body-copy.html' title='Body Copy'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2700797032120002984</id><published>2009-06-22T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:45:38.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition (29)</title><content type='html'>I'm the tick in your mind&lt;br /&gt;The Rattle in your mental&lt;br /&gt;The stretch of your thinking&lt;br /&gt;I am the vision behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am the scheme of a dream&lt;br /&gt;The thought of a plot&lt;br /&gt;The memory of the future&lt;br /&gt;I'm the plan before the power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a BRAINSTORM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2700797032120002984?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2700797032120002984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2700797032120002984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2700797032120002984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2700797032120002984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/definition-29.html' title='Definition (29)'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-4192572771186653395</id><published>2009-05-21T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:51:44.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Earth</title><content type='html'>I never really noticed her&lt;br /&gt;Though she was always there&lt;br /&gt;Waking me in the morning turning my window to her sun&lt;br /&gt;Put me to bed at night turning down the lights&lt;br /&gt;Rocked me gently as she turned&lt;br /&gt;Gave me different times to appreciate her changes&lt;br /&gt;Was cold to me to make me seek the warmth of hugs&lt;br /&gt;And made me notice her daughters when she brought heat&lt;br /&gt;Causing all of us to dress less&lt;br /&gt;She brought the winds and the rain to keep us inside together&lt;br /&gt;Showed us what miracles were when brought us new life to love&lt;br /&gt;And helped us grow when things changed and were so harsh&lt;br /&gt;Unknowing she loved me giving me everything I needed&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t ask for anything in return as I took from her&lt;br /&gt;But I notice her now&lt;br /&gt;She’s cold and she’s usually so warm&lt;br /&gt;Her tears come down so hard and I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;But I know she still wants to smile at me&lt;br /&gt;So as I walk on the land she gave us now paved and hardened&lt;br /&gt;She sends some light my way to tell me that I am still loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Take care of her because she’s been taking care of us*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-4192572771186653395?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4192572771186653395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=4192572771186653395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4192572771186653395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4192572771186653395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-earth.html' title='Mother Earth'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-6369711517322359747</id><published>2009-05-21T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:31:54.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With (out) You</title><content type='html'>I miss you…&lt;br /&gt;But I’m force to live on without you&lt;br /&gt;I can take your memory on with me&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like I will slowly forget you&lt;br /&gt;I experience new things and wish you experience them with me&lt;br /&gt;But at times I just wish I was taken away with you&lt;br /&gt;I see that being without you strengths me&lt;br /&gt;But I feell at times I was abandoned by you&lt;br /&gt;I know it wasn’t you choice&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to hear at least once more your voice&lt;br /&gt;Get a chance to read the new words you write&lt;br /&gt;Smell the familiar scent you give&lt;br /&gt;Touch you the same ways you loved me to feel you&lt;br /&gt;And just lay with you through the night and early in the day&lt;br /&gt;But I know if you were here I wouldn’t be the new me I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;The stronger, bolder, more focused on finding my own wayI miss you I’ll always love you and have a place missing in me for you&lt;br /&gt;But in you passing I’ve become a better person&lt;br /&gt;With and without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-6369711517322359747?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6369711517322359747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=6369711517322359747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6369711517322359747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6369711517322359747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/with-out-you.html' title='With (out) You'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-472412460353995416</id><published>2009-05-20T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:02:56.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost FOUND</title><content type='html'>Watch me tentatively as I lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;Duck when my voice starts swinging wildly&lt;br /&gt;The words of spasms for the realization of ages&lt;br /&gt;That the light is the darkness that tends cloud the of living&lt;br /&gt;And on any given Sunday many forget reverence and opt for drowning&lt;br /&gt;In the wells of hell dwelling with shells of the word&lt;br /&gt;YES YOU HEARD a trumpet sound but you thought it was your phone&lt;br /&gt;And when you answered you accepted the call of worldly holds&lt;br /&gt;Bold with nothingness and the hopes that faith will get you to heave alone&lt;br /&gt;Religion solo isn’t what will make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Happiness itself can’t take you to bliss&lt;br /&gt;And bliss is meaningless when you in this life by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in the idea that you too “HOLY” for most&lt;br /&gt;Boasting of your relationship with GOD but isn’t it funny you still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;You need others to have bliss&lt;br /&gt;You need others to be happy with&lt;br /&gt;And if you need religion it should be a part of life and not you as a part of it&lt;br /&gt;So when you find GOD and you start praying for a mate&lt;br /&gt;You need to check your attitude and begin to FIND YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-472412460353995416?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/472412460353995416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=472412460353995416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/472412460353995416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/472412460353995416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-found.html' title='Lost FOUND'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1973412732318504487</id><published>2009-05-14T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:10:46.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don’t care about yesterday</title><content type='html'>Before you go into explaining the you YOU once were&lt;br /&gt;Or how you got so scar or that scar&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let you know that I don’t care about yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Because right here right now is all that matters to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care where you learned that&lt;br /&gt;Who taught it to you&lt;br /&gt;Or if you did do that with some other people&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you keep doing it to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care who hurt you because now that I’m here&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let them hurt you again&lt;br /&gt;Know that I will never do what they did or anything worst&lt;br /&gt;ONLY BETTER&lt;br /&gt;And as long as they didn’t give you any&lt;br /&gt;Deadly&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;Painful&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;Unsightly gifts that I can catch from you&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise yesterday is just THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;We all have actions, things, people from long or short ago&lt;br /&gt;That we wish we didn’t have a part of&lt;br /&gt;But as long as they made you a better persons&lt;br /&gt;Some on that makes me glad to give a turd&lt;br /&gt;About last Monday, two months ago or 2002&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy to tell you repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;(This is the last time thought)&lt;br /&gt;I DON’T CARE ABOUT YESTERDAY…and neither should you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1973412732318504487?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1973412732318504487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1973412732318504487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1973412732318504487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1973412732318504487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-care-about-yesterday.html' title='I don’t care about yesterday'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1992204539255711191</id><published>2009-05-14T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:59:48.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill in the ----</title><content type='html'>Thank you for the ___and the ______don’t forget the way you ___ and _____&lt;br /&gt;I just love how you____ when we were _____ for so ___I can see that you are____ by this&lt;br /&gt;____but I just wanted to take the time to thank you for ____ when no one else would ___&lt;br /&gt;Or when you___ on everything you___ to do but let’s not ___________________SO___ YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I really liked that one… AND TO ______You will never be forgotten for ____when________&lt;br /&gt;Was just so___ but before ______________________or ___________________&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thank you for the ___________.&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;Fill in the _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1992204539255711191?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1992204539255711191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1992204539255711191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1992204539255711191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1992204539255711191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/fill-in.html' title='Fill in the ----'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2034259354173053950</id><published>2009-05-12T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:57:29.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with words</title><content type='html'>Grabbing a hand full of letters&lt;br /&gt;Model them into words&lt;br /&gt;Shake them around in my head&lt;br /&gt;Get up a good spin before I let them fly&lt;br /&gt;Toss them from behind my teeth&lt;br /&gt;Let them bounce against the bricks&lt;br /&gt;Shock the whole block with my thought&lt;br /&gt;Then watch attention fade when my next statement is made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2034259354173053950?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2034259354173053950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2034259354173053950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2034259354173053950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2034259354173053950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-with-words.html' title='Playing with words'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8650596051513136489</id><published>2009-05-09T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:29:58.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Forever</title><content type='html'>Give me a chance to prove my worth&lt;br /&gt;Through words, actions, motives and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Watch me break loose from the limits of mortals with my brith&lt;br /&gt;Flashing through time on the line of existence&lt;br /&gt;Lifted from gravity with only the breath from my lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you that my memory is worthy of remembering&lt;br /&gt;With a jolt of good let me touch your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Spark flames of thinking, planning leading to creation&lt;br /&gt;Touch my words with your ears and eyes&lt;br /&gt;To be catapulted beyond the light of visible stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to take you beyond anywhere you ever wished to go&lt;br /&gt;Take my message and feed your family so that your center will grow&lt;br /&gt;Believe in my life and see that other ideas of me are only blaspheme&lt;br /&gt;At last for me, allow me to live forever in history&lt;br /&gt;As one of the millions that said what had to be spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8650596051513136489?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8650596051513136489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8650596051513136489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8650596051513136489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8650596051513136489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/live-forever.html' title='Live Forever'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-6804490968134460202</id><published>2009-05-07T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:37:53.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know we’re even RIGHT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I had entered my resting place&lt;br /&gt;*SO SOFT SO WARM*&lt;br /&gt;The way it all wrapped around me and sucked me in&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to scream in joy&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried at the beauty of it&lt;br /&gt;My toes balled up like a fist&lt;br /&gt;I stretched out clinched tight trying not to give in&lt;br /&gt;*And she kept going*&lt;br /&gt;“Think about something else” I thought to myself&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the fan run&lt;br /&gt;Hear the cars riding pass outside&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING TO KEEP THIS GOING&lt;br /&gt;I kept my hands to my sides and just laid there&lt;br /&gt;I smiled as it all was happening&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know this is going to cost you right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next thought was “WHO IN THE HELL WAS I MESSING WITH”&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was doing this because she liked me or something&lt;br /&gt;Not because she thought she could make some money&lt;br /&gt;My respect for her dropped…although other “things” stayed HIGH&lt;br /&gt;I could only look at her in amazement&lt;br /&gt;The connection I though we had was nothing but a lie&lt;br /&gt;Her enthusiastic motions as she looked me in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Forcing my total focus on her the whole time&lt;br /&gt;The way she touched me and sung her sweet pleasure in my ears&lt;br /&gt;Came crashing down as a ploy&lt;br /&gt;A PLOY FOR CURRENCY&lt;br /&gt;So I thought quick angered at the situation but not ready to get out of it&lt;br /&gt;(She was still rocking and the motion was still GROVY )&lt;br /&gt;I HAD A PLAN I was going to take took control&lt;br /&gt;First I said softly in her ear “Well I’m going to get my money’s worth”&lt;br /&gt;Next I pulled her down fully reaching her inner limit&lt;br /&gt;Then…I KNOCKED THE WALLS DOWN&lt;br /&gt;Trusting her left and right taking her to her every limit and surpassing that&lt;br /&gt;She gripped the back of my neck yelling in my ears&lt;br /&gt;Bit my neck and called me BABY&lt;br /&gt;I slowed down and waited for the Don’t stop&lt;br /&gt;Then I said right before stopping completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know we’re even RIGHT?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-6804490968134460202?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6804490968134460202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=6804490968134460202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6804490968134460202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6804490968134460202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-were-even-right.html' title='You know we’re even RIGHT?'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-5931078533029126717</id><published>2009-05-07T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:57:14.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAW</title><content type='html'>Time is limited and the breaks in the rush are even fewer&lt;br /&gt;The sun is high and soon to be some ones noon&lt;br /&gt;Two fighters step to the center of town&lt;br /&gt;The great each other with malice and the stare down begins&lt;br /&gt;All eyes in the town grab onto the pair&lt;br /&gt;People with no blood lust now seem to watch in awe&lt;br /&gt;Attracted by an uncertain out come&lt;br /&gt;“Who is going to win, I though he was dead”&lt;br /&gt;“But how… SHHHH”&lt;br /&gt;The questioning of everything is halted by the scene moving on&lt;br /&gt;Their words slightly muffled by the dusty breeze&lt;br /&gt;Hands appear at the combatants sides&lt;br /&gt;Fingers tremble next to their weapons&lt;br /&gt;A silent countdown begins&lt;br /&gt;1… The sun rays beading sweat down their faces&lt;br /&gt;2… Tension builds in the crowd as time stands still&lt;br /&gt;3… “TONIGHT ON AMERICAN IDOL”&lt;br /&gt;“AH WHAT THE HELL”&lt;br /&gt;“TURN IT BACK” “I’M TRYING”&lt;br /&gt;“HOW DID YOU…” “I JUST SAT DOWN”&lt;br /&gt;“YOU SAT ON THE REMOTE”&lt;br /&gt;We sit their fighting to find the channel of the movie&lt;br /&gt;We don’t know the name of the story&lt;br /&gt;And none of us were ever into western anyway&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t matter any more because we missed it&lt;br /&gt;Now we have our own stand off on the way&lt;br /&gt;We leave the house and reach the club&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it’s an actual ladies not and we are for the first time&lt;br /&gt;OUT NUMBERED&lt;br /&gt;Ladies to the left women to the right&lt;br /&gt;I notice my opponent&lt;br /&gt;1… I see her see me&lt;br /&gt;2… Her “momentary” song comes on and she pulls me near&lt;br /&gt;With a smile than a look off before looking back as to say&lt;br /&gt;“What do you think you’re waiting for?”&lt;br /&gt;I choose to dance face to face with her so that&lt;br /&gt;3…DRAW, My name is JA what’s yours….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-5931078533029126717?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5931078533029126717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=5931078533029126717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/5931078533029126717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/5931078533029126717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/draw.html' title='DRAW'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-7656267152508126222</id><published>2009-05-07T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:40:57.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretend</title><content type='html'>Pretend to see the world as it is&lt;br /&gt;through innocent eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how good the world looks&lt;br /&gt;all the love and happy games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to hear the sounds of peace&lt;br /&gt;As caring voices speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the cheers of joy over shadow&lt;br /&gt;the lack of time that comes with fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to feel what it feels like when anything&lt;br /&gt;is possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch the sky by just reaching high&lt;br /&gt;maybe standing on your tippy toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to be like them again&lt;br /&gt;No worries, few cares, all promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all pretend to be children again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-7656267152508126222?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7656267152508126222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=7656267152508126222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7656267152508126222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7656267152508126222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/pretend.html' title='Pretend'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2579539177697335751</id><published>2009-05-06T19:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:15:35.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Separation</title><content type='html'>In the middle of all the worlds noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you speak to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave my idea's freshness every time you told me something new&lt;br /&gt;Showed me many different things as you opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Gave me feeling as you touched my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you I felt like everything was possible&lt;br /&gt;I was ready, with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;To take on the opposition and live through times killing spree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But than you got caught by one of life's stray bullets and was pulled from my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were gone and everything I felt was gone with you&lt;br /&gt;I stopped watching them watching me as I went numb to reality&lt;br /&gt;I walked on in a fog of loss&lt;br /&gt;Hazy my mind stayed trapped in memory&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in a wind storm of emotion I plummeted from our loving high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I landed gently in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt calmer as time went on&lt;br /&gt;Though at times I still feel cloudy before bursting into rain from missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me strong and with your last words&lt;br /&gt;Told me to live on and grow into the gap you would leave behind in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separate now but our love carries on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2579539177697335751?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2579539177697335751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2579539177697335751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2579539177697335751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2579539177697335751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/soul-separation.html' title='Soul Separation'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1242996973690772407</id><published>2009-05-06T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:30:40.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Sender</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm over thinking the problem&lt;br /&gt;At times giving pain too much power&lt;br /&gt;I watch the time, not so I won't be late&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm counting down to the final hour&lt;br /&gt;Something feels like it's drifting floating further away&lt;br /&gt;So I stand on needles waiting for that chance&lt;br /&gt;To choose my death over their dishonor&lt;br /&gt;But no longer fully sure who "they" are anymore&lt;br /&gt;My confusion and paranoia rising&lt;br /&gt;And my heart rate is slowing&lt;br /&gt;When I think its about over I notice a length to the story&lt;br /&gt;Will is soon be over or just the next chapter in the run&lt;br /&gt;I can only breath for one somehow I do speak for some&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why my thoughts are so jumbled&lt;br /&gt;Praying is trying and hope is twisted&lt;br /&gt;Than it starts to feel pointless to think hard about the masses when most can careless&lt;br /&gt;The passion is dying the paralyzes is rising&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I stay on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the fog alone because when I try to give&lt;br /&gt;I notice my sacrafice is being returned with trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1242996973690772407?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1242996973690772407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1242996973690772407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1242996973690772407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1242996973690772407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-to-sender.html' title='Return to Sender'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2810950091541404497</id><published>2009-04-28T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:24:08.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes to see the direction my dreams take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to see that my nightmares become more vivid as I crack my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see the peace but only seeing that little has changed other than the direction I’m facing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lead down paths of survival working endlessly just to have a meal and shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since dying isn’t an option I’m forced to struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have&lt;br /&gt;Still having seems to bring the pains of needing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me and others to buy into what looks like plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending our lives to spend our dimes and nickels on more fickle ways to lie to each other dressing up just to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m worth a little more”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the only trinket to say so being a tag on our collars with a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A name that says we paid more for less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t fight dreaming about stamped paper on pointless goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting nothing out of them dead envious glares of others who want the same nothing I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in my and ours defecation of currency during another self-inflicted deficit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can hope to do now is to warn others of this fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That freedom is good but Capitalism is better”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fact is Capitalism kills love and transforms your freedom into the life of a slave debtor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2810950091541404497?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2810950091541404497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2810950091541404497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2810950091541404497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2810950091541404497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/fiction.html' title='The fiction'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-4507336263143692977</id><published>2009-04-23T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:32:47.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry On</title><content type='html'>It takes a long time to move on&lt;br /&gt;Spending nights wondering why things went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Confused about how the world keeps turning when what made yours go around is…gone&lt;br /&gt;You stash away the hurt to face reality&lt;br /&gt;Spread a smile across your face to fake away the pain&lt;br /&gt;Play off the sadness and work up the stress&lt;br /&gt;Avoid certain memories but still reject any possibilities of creating something new&lt;br /&gt;Put off opportunities to swim in the past&lt;br /&gt;The get all in a rage when you think about … LOVE&lt;br /&gt;Over time you’re forced to carry on being unable to raise the resting&lt;br /&gt;To insightful to go blind so you see something “nice”&lt;br /&gt;The eye contact becomes unavoidable and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Feelings&lt;br /&gt;Heads being to rise&lt;br /&gt;The with time you are lead to carry on&lt;br /&gt;No longer alive because you can’t die&lt;br /&gt;But ALIVE because there’s so much to live for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-4507336263143692977?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4507336263143692977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=4507336263143692977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4507336263143692977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4507336263143692977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/carry-on.html' title='Carry On'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-3217219647987254865</id><published>2009-04-09T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:53:32.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Portrait</title><content type='html'>I see a face young with aged eyes that have seen better days in dreams&lt;br /&gt;With ears that have heard loud thoughts of self pity&lt;br /&gt;Despite the noise I still see lips that smacked words of dignity&lt;br /&gt;The same aged eyes have searched for paths that will lead these hands to grip a piece of reality&lt;br /&gt;Even though this skin has been numb to hope driven only by self worth&lt;br /&gt;I see in that face a pride that can’t be broken by destructive lies&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;Still this heart has been driven to follow it for the chance to give&lt;br /&gt;This mind a true memory of what can be consider life&lt;br /&gt;I see a body firm and armored to defend against character attacks thrown at its dark tone&lt;br /&gt;Hateful of this head of coiled hair holding tight the knowledge and wisdom of the infinite were the words heard by these ears&lt;br /&gt;When I look in the mirror I never see what they want me to see&lt;br /&gt;The facts of who I am don’t match up the stories they tell of me&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how low they have pushed me I have climbed higher than where I was left&lt;br /&gt;My self-portrait is made up of more than an image of a face&lt;br /&gt;My self-portrait is the real vision of me standing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-3217219647987254865?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3217219647987254865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=3217219647987254865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/3217219647987254865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/3217219647987254865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-portrait.html' title='Self-Portrait'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2688687009503152024</id><published>2009-04-02T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:39:01.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfect Perfection</title><content type='html'>In a perfect world I wouldn’t have gotten the time of day&lt;br /&gt;But since the world is so imperfect the time was mine&lt;br /&gt;She walked in 5 foot 5 fine and hair with no lye&lt;br /&gt;Nice eyes, runners thighs and her chest said “hi” but didn’t scream&lt;br /&gt;“NOTICE ME”&lt;br /&gt;But the total package did&lt;br /&gt;She came up to me with a little problem and to my glee it would take some time to fix it&lt;br /&gt;Her voice tickled my mind as she spoke with intellect&lt;br /&gt;Passing items from hand to hand I felt the softness of her skin&lt;br /&gt;As she explained her situation her lips sent me into a daze&lt;br /&gt;Hazy as my head was I was still able to help her&lt;br /&gt;I handled her issue but I still stalled to make her linger around&lt;br /&gt;Her scent preoccupied my mind&lt;br /&gt;Causing me to change the subject, laugh with her&lt;br /&gt;Comment on life…………&lt;br /&gt;As perfect as the world was imperfection got in the way&lt;br /&gt;I gave her my card&lt;br /&gt;She gave me her number&lt;br /&gt;We agreed to extend this moment of perfection on another imperfect day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt; Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2688687009503152024?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2688687009503152024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2688687009503152024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2688687009503152024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2688687009503152024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/imperfect-perfection.html' title='Imperfect Perfection'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-4340582091960981445</id><published>2009-04-02T16:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:28:01.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose Point</title><content type='html'>I was thinking from what began as a thought&lt;br /&gt;A thought that formed an idea and that Idea became a plan&lt;br /&gt;A plan that I felt was so good I need to write out an outline&lt;br /&gt;Which outline my purpose and when I read it &lt;br /&gt;I found out my purpose was pointless&lt;br /&gt;How pointless it was put a thought in my head&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking of how to bring point to my purpose&lt;br /&gt;But the purpose in that became pointless&lt;br /&gt;Which made me think…&lt;br /&gt;Why was my purpose pointless more so&lt;br /&gt;Why was I trying to make a point out of a pointless purpose&lt;br /&gt;What was the purpose of what I found to be pointless&lt;br /&gt;And why was it so important for me to give my purpose a point&lt;br /&gt;I than discovered that thought it may be pointless&lt;br /&gt;It was necessary because it was my purpose&lt;br /&gt;And it was a point for me to have my purpose&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down and wrote one line proving my point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is my purpose and my purpose is my point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-4340582091960981445?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4340582091960981445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=4340582091960981445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4340582091960981445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4340582091960981445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/purpose-point.html' title='Purpose Point'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1740954468367247235</id><published>2009-04-02T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:16:34.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem about America…</title><content type='html'>It has the eyes of the world peering in and out of it&lt;br /&gt;It has all control sharing none with the people&lt;br /&gt;Makes a lot of decisions and does everything the same&lt;br /&gt;Puts on many faces so blame becomes confused&lt;br /&gt;Uses suffering as fundraisers&lt;br /&gt;Blazes into the future with old world thinking&lt;br /&gt;Points fingers with its hands picking the ones it accuses pockets&lt;br /&gt;Stuffs banks with lies, markets murder with hope&lt;br /&gt;It fights its employees for selling its product&lt;br /&gt;It uses recycled roads to pave over forest&lt;br /&gt;Talk’s mental pollution in the same breath as cleaning up the air&lt;br /&gt;Tells you to invest in the economy as it spends your future&lt;br /&gt;Violates your rights under your ignorant of never really being free&lt;br /&gt;And tells you your eradication is good for the environment and change&lt;br /&gt;It lies to you with its hands on the bible&lt;br /&gt;Cheats you out of your winnings since it lost your support&lt;br /&gt;Then made you to fear the very people sent to protect you&lt;br /&gt;This is the hell on Earth made to look like heaven&lt;br /&gt;The holy grail of greed and incest&lt;br /&gt;The call this the land of the free and the home of the brave&lt;br /&gt;With these new laws coming into place that idea has been misconstrued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1740954468367247235?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1740954468367247235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1740954468367247235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1740954468367247235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1740954468367247235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-about-america.html' title='A poem about America…'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-7438357626900467875</id><published>2009-03-19T16:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:14:10.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZEN-like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Center your mind relax and think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTHING….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Easier said than done because my mind wanders when I’m busy&lt;br /&gt;I dream as I walk, my thoughts enter my head from many angels&lt;br /&gt;Ranging from peaceful to &lt;strong&gt;RAGING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have ADHD I’m just me a &lt;strong&gt;THINKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I ponder the mysteries un-mystified by the majorities of thought&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never smoked Ganja but my brain circles mount ZION&lt;br /&gt;Causing me to think about un-thinkable truths&lt;br /&gt;Exposing reality as false&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete silence I hear music&lt;br /&gt;And in my quiet I speak volumes&lt;br /&gt;I flood blank pages with a wash of vision&lt;br /&gt;Then I unravel the coiled kinks of my head&lt;br /&gt;Causing me to see into oblivion thinking with my loosened scalpe&lt;br /&gt;I tried the yoga and meditation but I find enlightenment through my sight&lt;br /&gt;Thinking up the deepest questions&lt;br /&gt;I realize they come with the mow shallow answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What’s the meaning of life?”&lt;br /&gt;“The meaning is whatever definition you find in it.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no need to look to the sky because the stars are all around us&lt;br /&gt;Since we stand on Earth which floats through the cosmos&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in space we sway with stellar souls&lt;br /&gt;So there’s no need to shot for vanity because we are already at the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;….We just need to see that….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I say this to a Guru I watch their mouths drop&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m there and I did it with a “Clouded mind”&lt;br /&gt;But if you wait a little the sun always shines through the over cast&lt;br /&gt;Beaming the path to destiny&lt;br /&gt;Let me just reach out my hands to catch my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And start a collection of my thought&lt;br /&gt;So that I may display what’s &lt;strong&gt;ZEN-like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-7438357626900467875?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7438357626900467875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=7438357626900467875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7438357626900467875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7438357626900467875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/zen-like.html' title='ZEN-like'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1585543552269339152</id><published>2009-03-19T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:47:33.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to swim</title><content type='html'>She’s gonna teach me how to swim&lt;br /&gt;Giving me a new way to move through the world&lt;br /&gt;Fully clothed or butt naked I should be able to live&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna teach me how to swim&lt;br /&gt;Take a few breaths push me on in&lt;br /&gt;Sink like a rock and come up to fast and bet the bends&lt;br /&gt;Swallow too much water gasp for air&lt;br /&gt;Rub more salt in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Blink real hard till I can almost see again&lt;br /&gt;Keep struggling to survive as the current rushes in&lt;br /&gt;Get washed away with the mainstream&lt;br /&gt;I then crash against some rocks because of the rapids&lt;br /&gt;Pull myself up on a bank and waves knock me off again&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna teach me how to swim&lt;br /&gt;I run into a glacier freeze up&lt;br /&gt;But as the warm current mixes with the cold&lt;br /&gt;I get tossed up in a hurricane and slam down in the NEW WORLD&lt;br /&gt;With an OLD ORDER and get no help for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna teach me how to swim&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to a tsunami with FEMA on its way&lt;br /&gt;But they meet me at the shore with a coffin&lt;br /&gt;So I run to the desert and they meet me with bombs over Bagdad&lt;br /&gt;Fearing for my life like others&lt;br /&gt;That were supposed to be jealous of our freedom&lt;br /&gt;But I never saw free though never was I behind bars&lt;br /&gt;Still I couldn’t feed myself without a dollar&lt;br /&gt;So she’s gonna teach me how to swim&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to live off the grid&lt;br /&gt;Go by my name and detach from a Social Security Number&lt;br /&gt;Run from the spot light as I stake my claim to fame&lt;br /&gt;I jump back into the water again&lt;br /&gt;Still unprepared expecting little of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Because today LIFE said&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna teach me how to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1585543552269339152?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1585543552269339152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1585543552269339152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1585543552269339152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1585543552269339152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-swim.html' title='How to swim'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-845943087676637994</id><published>2009-03-12T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:38:25.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harder on me</title><content type='html'>I'm harder on myself than any one in the world can be on me&lt;br /&gt;I scare myself straight when I think to do something wrong&lt;br /&gt;I give myself something to cry about when I wine about something not being right&lt;br /&gt;I am my most hateful critic forcing me to start all over&lt;br /&gt;I am my own worst enemy when I prepare myself for a fight&lt;br /&gt;I make me go hungry when I think of wasting food&lt;br /&gt;I steal my own precious when I carelessly walk away from it&lt;br /&gt;I burn my own fingers when I reach too far&lt;br /&gt;I scream in my own ears forcing myself to pay attention&lt;br /&gt;I call myself a dead beat dad if I go a moment without thinking of my child&lt;br /&gt;I toss salt in my own wounds when I complain about pain&lt;br /&gt;I knock myself down when I get too big&lt;br /&gt;I push myself above and beyond when I think I reach the end&lt;br /&gt;I rage out and hatefully to myself and don't allow any hugs to come in&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself when I need to to make me love me more later&lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing you can do to EVER bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Because I am harder on myself than anyone in the world can be on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-845943087676637994?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/845943087676637994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=845943087676637994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/845943087676637994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/845943087676637994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/harder-on-me.html' title='Harder on me'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-4551592123525434348</id><published>2009-03-12T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:08:54.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give about as much play as I get &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting stares from women with extensive litters &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harshly permed heads with mental breakage &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unpleasantly plump shorties looking for men to beat &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overly aggressive fine and psycho models throwing cell phones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As well as the usual “can I get a dollar” types &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t get the “good girls” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The higher mind grads with their own pads &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoga lovers though they may hate their Pilates days though they still meditate &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The voluptuous sweet hearts willing to share some sweet tarts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course the one’s that got away &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then was changed into a man hater after messing with some fool &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now see her with the mase key chain and a permit to carry it &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just get the pork eater that thinks &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m crazy for not eating any animal meat &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Because we all like chicken and shit” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or the BLACK WHITE girl that thinks if a black man rejects her &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“That *NIGGER* must be gay &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And her ignorant black “home gurl” that thinks the same way &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and lets not forget the “CHURCH NUT” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That thinks after a NUTT she will make me go to her church &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And will save my soul praying to her RAINBOW colored Jesus &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we all know that brother was BLACK &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want a thinker that wants to see the world &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or the soul child with the Muslim name &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who doesn’t get mad when I say I don’t want another bean pie &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Buddhist tofu eating AFRIKAN beauty that I see the GOD in that reminds me somewhat of myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shit I’d be happy with the sorority sister that knows &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHE’S A SISTER that lies about giving up her perm to make me smile &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When she honestly can’t see her hair any other way &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least she has her own dreams and sees life for what it can be &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And doesn’t settle for how the world is &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I seem to get as much play as I give &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I’ll stay alone until we all stop playing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-4551592123525434348?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4551592123525434348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=4551592123525434348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4551592123525434348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4551592123525434348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-play.html' title='No Play'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8392654062600364950</id><published>2009-03-11T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:28:39.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A minute</title><content type='html'>I have a moment to get this out&lt;br /&gt;Show you what I see&lt;br /&gt;Hand you what I can give&lt;br /&gt;Pushing this out with the seconds counting down&lt;br /&gt;Vocalizing what I need to say in these few words&lt;br /&gt;Blowing everything out of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;To make you gasp for air&lt;br /&gt;I have a limited time to share this infection&lt;br /&gt;Causing an epidemic of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;-On an ear shot scale-&lt;br /&gt;But with enough force to have those that hear it spread it across the word&lt;br /&gt;I have just a minute to give you these words&lt;br /&gt;Will you take that time to receive them&lt;br /&gt;Breath them in and get high off these (v)erbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8392654062600364950?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8392654062600364950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8392654062600364950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8392654062600364950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8392654062600364950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/minute.html' title='A minute'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2350362669014413138</id><published>2009-03-11T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:21:24.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vent</title><content type='html'>You aren’t entitled to SHIT&lt;br /&gt;But a foot in your ASS&lt;br /&gt;You know damn well I was a good father&lt;br /&gt;And its funny how hurt you’d be if I just didn’t bother&lt;br /&gt;I work for my daughter not to fill your pockets&lt;br /&gt;And you keep breaking the law by not letting me she her&lt;br /&gt;You can’t seriously think you can get first dibs on my check&lt;br /&gt;Yet her birthday past MONTHS AGO and I haven’t seen her yet&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU STICKEN ASS and it hurts because I love my daughter&lt;br /&gt;She shouldn’t have to only know half of her family&lt;br /&gt;She should know everybody that loves her&lt;br /&gt;Be able to know who’s her REAL FATHER&lt;br /&gt;The one that buys her cloths and sends her toys&lt;br /&gt;And if that man you fucking with truly loved her&lt;br /&gt;He would at least have the presents of mind to know she and me would want to see each other&lt;br /&gt;He would return my calls and talk to me himself&lt;br /&gt;But I guess he’s the bitch of a BITCH and just follows your every word&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind paper work and distance but let me tell you something&lt;br /&gt;That paper work is bringing me closer&lt;br /&gt;I hate to think that you only want drama&lt;br /&gt;Well get ready for a call from my lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2350362669014413138?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2350362669014413138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2350362669014413138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2350362669014413138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2350362669014413138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/vent.html' title='A vent'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1508775438709750104</id><published>2009-03-11T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:56:25.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wage Slave</title><content type='html'>It happens the first day of every week&lt;br /&gt;I feel it as it calls me&lt;br /&gt;I try to put it away&lt;br /&gt;But it tugs at me just to stay in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And those thoughts get louder making it hard to ignore&lt;br /&gt;At times I am floored by its persistence&lt;br /&gt;Not to be ignored it stands staring into my face forcing eye contact&lt;br /&gt;It breaths heavy over my head as it rest all it’s weight on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;The night before as I try to sleep&lt;br /&gt;It jumps on my bed causing my slumber uneasy&lt;br /&gt;It points at my clock counting down the hours&lt;br /&gt;Letting me know time is near up and soon I will have to get up to face it again&lt;br /&gt;With it’s cold invisible smile that I see clear&lt;br /&gt;Clearly telling me “This is not what I want”&lt;br /&gt;I agree though I’m not lost on what I want to do&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO DO IT is the question&lt;br /&gt;Now I walk to the door and take some air in&lt;br /&gt;And yell painfully raging INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;As I start wage slaving again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1508775438709750104?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1508775438709750104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1508775438709750104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1508775438709750104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1508775438709750104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/wage-slave.html' title='Wage Slave'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-5506654592578673347</id><published>2009-03-09T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:08:18.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping my attention</title><content type='html'>I love to watch her playing as her personal voyeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in her movements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having eye contact with her hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She plays to my pupils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to our music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teasing my finger tips making me so tempted to touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing she has my focus she pulls me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her pivots in her pelvis pleases my penetration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing her songs she sooths my thinking but increases my stimulation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay under her control as I dance in her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisting from the bottom hypnotizes me on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like screaming when she begins to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is this what you want”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say is “Humunaha”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She simply smiles pressing against me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me deeper in keeping my attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-5506654592578673347?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5506654592578673347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=5506654592578673347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/5506654592578673347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/5506654592578673347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/keeping-my-attention.html' title='Keeping my attention'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8509400716967764152</id><published>2009-03-09T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:07:30.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the eyes of the struggle</title><content type='html'>Get up, get out and get it&lt;br /&gt;Scream, demand what you need&lt;br /&gt;Stop accepting what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what it screams to us&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get rid of us&lt;br /&gt;The struggle doesn't want us&lt;br /&gt;We want it since we keep it with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the struggle see is addicts to her drama&lt;br /&gt;Our desire to know her and our need to show her&lt;br /&gt;We say we wish to rid ourselves of her&lt;br /&gt;Still we feel more alive when we have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why we die&lt;br /&gt;Lost within the struggle&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding, fighting, as we struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we stay in it's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the sight it gives us&lt;br /&gt;The sites we seek to find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greed we think we need she gives us&lt;br /&gt;This meaningless endless battle to have&lt;br /&gt;When we have not even honored what we once had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets struggle on blindly as she tries to shake us off&lt;br /&gt;Making us feel awful when we take her on&lt;br /&gt;And be for warned when it lets us know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you think I'm what you want&lt;br /&gt;But the struggle is not what you want to own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8509400716967764152?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8509400716967764152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8509400716967764152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8509400716967764152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8509400716967764152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/through-eyes-of-struggle.html' title='Through the eyes of the struggle'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-6323436868571816832</id><published>2009-03-06T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:08:26.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want to see</title><content type='html'>I can tell you what I see&lt;br /&gt;How I feel when I look into the air&lt;br /&gt;Seeing cloudless skies streaked with chemtrials&lt;br /&gt;Young brothers being made into hood martyrs&lt;br /&gt;And young daughters being turned into booty calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you what I see&lt;br /&gt;The way it makes me feel when I see it&lt;br /&gt;Ever black mens magazine hailing riches and bitches&lt;br /&gt;Instead upliftment and our place in history&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to talk about what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you what I want to see&lt;br /&gt;I want to see BUSH IN JAIL&lt;br /&gt;Cheney burning in hell&lt;br /&gt;And people proud of the CHANGE they can make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see my daughter smile&lt;br /&gt;My nieces and nephews as well&lt;br /&gt;My mother retiring happily&lt;br /&gt;My sister restful teaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see my people TRULY OVERCOME&lt;br /&gt;Not with the help after begging those keeping them under&lt;br /&gt;But with their power and our children as the reason for climbing&lt;br /&gt;As they erase all the self hatred for our brown skin&lt;br /&gt;As we realize our beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you what I want to see&lt;br /&gt;Because you see what I see too&lt;br /&gt;You see the bad rarely seeing the good&lt;br /&gt;We all smile now covering up our gloom with a numb tomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can all see the bad and hope for the good&lt;br /&gt;But I want to tell you what I want to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SEE...............free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-6323436868571816832?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6323436868571816832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=6323436868571816832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6323436868571816832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6323436868571816832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-want-to-see.html' title='What I want to see'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1397895712791975010</id><published>2009-03-04T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:09:31.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weave Champion</title><content type='html'>She had that Illwaiian slicky&lt;br /&gt;Green contacts&lt;br /&gt;Long press on nails&lt;br /&gt;With a strut that catches you staring and screams “WHAT”&lt;br /&gt;Her glare through those swap meat lenses&lt;br /&gt;Let you know that she knew she was fine&lt;br /&gt;AND ANY OTHER OPINION WAS A DEAD ASS LIE&lt;br /&gt;I saw her and her made up face turned my direction&lt;br /&gt;With a smile that said&lt;br /&gt;“If I wanted you I could make you mine”&lt;br /&gt;Even though I hate the fakeness I loved her confidence&lt;br /&gt;As well as her freakiness&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time we fussed and she yelled for me not to fuck up her hair&lt;br /&gt;Her AKA pink and green sickened me&lt;br /&gt;As well as her lack of Conscious Sense bewildered me&lt;br /&gt;“Obama is the 2nd coming” yeah her t-shirt said it&lt;br /&gt;But I stared for many reason…&lt;br /&gt;One because she wore it in public was my problem of its non sense&lt;br /&gt;(Damn he’s just another president that happens to have some black in him not some savior)&lt;br /&gt;Two because her nipples poked through made me look&lt;br /&gt;Through our difference and a short term fling&lt;br /&gt;I still for a while I couldn’t escape her madness&lt;br /&gt;Nor ignore her unmistakable badness&lt;br /&gt;That’s briefly what happened when I meet Ms. Weave Champion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1397895712791975010?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1397895712791975010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1397895712791975010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1397895712791975010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1397895712791975010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/weave-champion.html' title='Weave Champion'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2801839423567420055</id><published>2009-03-03T19:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:47:48.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is dedicated to...</title><content type='html'>This is dedicated to...&lt;br /&gt;You, them, those&lt;br /&gt;Their's, thy, the&lt;br /&gt;He, She, Me&lt;br /&gt;My, Mine, Many&lt;br /&gt;Few, Five, Four&lt;br /&gt;Three, Two, Too&lt;br /&gt;Us, I, Why&lt;br /&gt;We, See, 'G'&lt;br /&gt;The riders&lt;br /&gt;The fighter&lt;br /&gt;The prayers&lt;br /&gt;The prey&lt;br /&gt;The predator&lt;br /&gt;The game&lt;br /&gt;The school&lt;br /&gt;The fool&lt;br /&gt;The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to...&lt;br /&gt;Every one every one else forgot to&lt;br /&gt;dedicate something to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2801839423567420055?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2801839423567420055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2801839423567420055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2801839423567420055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2801839423567420055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-dedicated-to.html' title='This is dedicated to...'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-684465377859056518</id><published>2009-03-03T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:40:44.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settle in for the lone one</title><content type='html'>“It doesn't hurt anymore”&lt;br /&gt;He thought to himself as the world began to slow&lt;br /&gt;The loud screams began to quiet and sounded far off&lt;br /&gt;As he scanned the scene for his resting position&lt;br /&gt;With the people running all around&lt;br /&gt;The world seemed to twist like a boat on waves&lt;br /&gt;He felt warm...he felt like smiling&lt;br /&gt;Even though his friends looked panicked&lt;br /&gt;The girl he danced with was in tears screaming&lt;br /&gt;And he noticed a few other people laying down like him&lt;br /&gt;…..Not moving......&lt;br /&gt;Sirens began blaring but soon faded as well&lt;br /&gt;He started thinking that before this mess that laid everybody out&lt;br /&gt;This was the best night of his life&lt;br /&gt;He took a deep breath and started closing his eyes&lt;br /&gt;“DON'T LET HIM GO TO SLEEP” some one yelled&lt;br /&gt;“LIFT HIS HEAD, WAKE UP” another ordered&lt;br /&gt;“NO NOO NOOOOooo” cried a familiar voice&lt;br /&gt;He flashed a quick smile before he settled in&lt;br /&gt;For a long well deserved rest.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-684465377859056518?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/684465377859056518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=684465377859056518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/684465377859056518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/684465377859056518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/settle-in-for-lone-one.html' title='Settle in for the lone one'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-3346560189676281943</id><published>2009-02-28T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:47:54.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine</title><content type='html'>Not yours but Mine&lt;br /&gt;My control&lt;br /&gt;My power&lt;br /&gt;My necessity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yours but MINE&lt;br /&gt;My freedom&lt;br /&gt;My liberation&lt;br /&gt;My elevation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yours but MINE&lt;br /&gt;My will&lt;br /&gt;My drive&lt;br /&gt;My passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yours but MINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I’m proud of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-3346560189676281943?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3346560189676281943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=3346560189676281943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/3346560189676281943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/3346560189676281943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/mine.html' title='Mine'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-810458288286716815</id><published>2009-02-25T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:51:04.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the tint</title><content type='html'>Let me see you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;And not when you‘re playing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the truth in you&lt;br /&gt;Please do what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Worry nothing about the ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live with me in this moment&lt;br /&gt;Take off those blinders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View us through the tint&lt;br /&gt;And not against those hateful statistical reminders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re holding up a barrier&lt;br /&gt;Trying to justify your fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop listening to those past tears&lt;br /&gt;Allow me and you to have some cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’ve been given this gift&lt;br /&gt;As you sit with me in the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyright © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-810458288286716815?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/810458288286716815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=810458288286716815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/810458288286716815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/810458288286716815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/through-tint.html' title='Through the tint'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1328019279744220557</id><published>2009-02-25T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:41:23.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>Seeing the world get deeper in this mess gives me stress as I see why they hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there’s no more hope for self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing many people are proud of are the achievements of some one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people I know can’t see what they refuse to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they feel how disaster can hit them so near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if they heard the warning they could have avoided the problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m sure they’ve gone deaf from ignorance screaming in their ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I feel is love but I argue out of anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see another cop empties another clip in another brother’s heart chamber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for GOD but I wonder did he already come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking away the people we’ve lost leaving us to kill each other in eternal labor trying to get to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I’m still driven by hope, I feel like life’s screaming nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punishing the good for the deeds of the bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balance is off and few still ride for the cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oddly enough I hope on without pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1328019279744220557?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1328019279744220557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1328019279744220557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1328019279744220557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1328019279744220557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-7181153159729218175</id><published>2009-02-25T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:30:08.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE – 2</title><content type='html'>She walks&lt;br /&gt;I glide&lt;br /&gt;She speaks&lt;br /&gt;I’m alive&lt;br /&gt;She Moves&lt;br /&gt;I Ooo&lt;br /&gt;Her majestic body ignites my mind&lt;br /&gt;I dream of her with me with time to do we&lt;br /&gt;Playing till dawn&lt;br /&gt;A tap on my arm&lt;br /&gt;I wake back into my life pushed to focus on realizing our distance&lt;br /&gt;But she looks&lt;br /&gt;I pause&lt;br /&gt;She notices my smile&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes&lt;br /&gt;My eyes&lt;br /&gt;She knows what I feel&lt;br /&gt;So she stops near&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity is mine&lt;br /&gt;I start with one line&lt;br /&gt;“How are you?”&lt;br /&gt;She’s fine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-7181153159729218175?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7181153159729218175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=7181153159729218175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7181153159729218175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7181153159729218175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-2.html' title='SHE – 2'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-3811404665540138541</id><published>2009-02-25T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:00:05.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Where</title><content type='html'>So busy and so far from any where I can call mine own&lt;br /&gt;Even home is no where as I move through no where&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a place I can call my some where&lt;br /&gt;Home is where the heart was but I out grew there&lt;br /&gt;I got to old for the old love even if that love will never go&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time I must go find what’s my own&lt;br /&gt;Some where new with memories of the old&lt;br /&gt;A place I’ve been before but no longer know&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will find it as I follow its voice&lt;br /&gt;And when I reach it I’ll be happy&lt;br /&gt;First I have to get there…some where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-3811404665540138541?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3811404665540138541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=3811404665540138541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/3811404665540138541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/3811404665540138541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-where.html' title='Some Where'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2469815521152332488</id><published>2009-02-25T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:59:20.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition (26)</title><content type='html'>I am the mountain top conquered&lt;br /&gt;The Goal reached&lt;br /&gt;The acceptance speech&lt;br /&gt;I am the thrill of the finish&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;A shared celebration when the game is one&lt;br /&gt;I am the return of a father that fought to be with his child&lt;br /&gt;The words needed to be said&lt;br /&gt;I am what we all need&lt;br /&gt;What we work hard for&lt;br /&gt;The thing in life that’s desired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am what is around the corner and not that far from reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2469815521152332488?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2469815521152332488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2469815521152332488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2469815521152332488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2469815521152332488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/definition-26.html' title='Definition (26)'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-4634002196715344147</id><published>2009-02-03T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:58:28.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her MAGIC</title><content type='html'>She dances&lt;br /&gt;Pulls me in&lt;br /&gt;Drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Her MAGIC has me mystified&lt;br /&gt;She roles her hips&lt;br /&gt;Dips and twist&lt;br /&gt;She makes the crowd vanish&lt;br /&gt;And slows time making me twitch&lt;br /&gt;I love her each song&lt;br /&gt;She rocks me each verse&lt;br /&gt;Her MAGIC alters our reality&lt;br /&gt;Without a word I’m under her spell&lt;br /&gt;She feels my hands on her waist&lt;br /&gt;I pull her close&lt;br /&gt;I speak to her softly&lt;br /&gt;She hears me over the noise&lt;br /&gt;Now she’s in my world&lt;br /&gt;My words (my MAGIC)&lt;br /&gt;Enters her ears making her mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-4634002196715344147?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4634002196715344147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=4634002196715344147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4634002196715344147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4634002196715344147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/her-magic.html' title='Her MAGIC'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8179935548056456736</id><published>2009-02-03T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:58:03.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody tell me</title><content type='html'>Somebody tell me can we be happy now&lt;br /&gt;Can we rejoice today&lt;br /&gt;Can we relax tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Can we smile right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me what have we over came&lt;br /&gt;What we have achieved&lt;br /&gt;What we have changed&lt;br /&gt;What we have we now to be proud of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me do we need more leaders&lt;br /&gt;Do we need to be lead&lt;br /&gt;Do we need to wait for a hero&lt;br /&gt;Or do we need to just stand up and be strong on our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why should I back down&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why my views are wrong&lt;br /&gt;Explain to me why there’s no need for my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me and show me proof of equality&lt;br /&gt;Advancement and progress that we ALL can share&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll gracefully assimilate and be happily quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convince me that all is great food and glorious&lt;br /&gt;Of course than I’ll be calm&lt;br /&gt;But until somebody tells me everything is ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t stop fighting for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8179935548056456736?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8179935548056456736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8179935548056456736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8179935548056456736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8179935548056456736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/somebody-tell-me.html' title='Somebody tell me'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-6977679630350850671</id><published>2009-01-29T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:57:58.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A frown behind a smile</title><content type='html'>The jokes run rampant&lt;br /&gt;Though his pillow case is dampened&lt;br /&gt;He focuses his attention on putting his thoughts in the background&lt;br /&gt;Covering them up with political jokes and social satire&lt;br /&gt;Completely tired and ready to retire&lt;br /&gt;He struggles trying to conform knowing there’s so much higher&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know how I can deal” as he views what’s real&lt;br /&gt;Life as we all know it crumbling in disguise of better days&lt;br /&gt;Hope floating on rivers of feces, healing drenched in pain&lt;br /&gt;And when he speaks the truth the words flow out in vain&lt;br /&gt;He’s burdened with the “sight” seeing facts can be fatal&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal reasoning’s for his need for rebellion&lt;br /&gt;“Dying for the case is better than living in hell”&lt;br /&gt;So he pulls the keyboard close&lt;br /&gt;Types up his manifesto in all caps to represent his yells&lt;br /&gt;Sends his distain for the power structure to congress&lt;br /&gt;Signs it with his new name and shortened life&lt;br /&gt;Now marked for death for so-called “anti-freedom” &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely 2 dots a dash and an out parenthesis&lt;br /&gt;He grabs his rifle and a single shell&lt;br /&gt;Says “I’ll leave by myself before I stay in their world”&lt;br /&gt;Heads downtown stands in the middle of the square&lt;br /&gt;In front of all the privacy proof cameras&lt;br /&gt;“With my death comes FREEDOM”&lt;br /&gt;Pulls the trigger and blows the on lookers of his acting&lt;br /&gt;Back into realities hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-6977679630350850671?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6977679630350850671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=6977679630350850671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6977679630350850671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6977679630350850671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/frown-behind-smile.html' title='A frown behind a smile'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-6386474766527366479</id><published>2009-01-27T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:45:55.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch you...</title><content type='html'>She walked into my light&lt;br /&gt;Shinny, oiled up, fresh from her shower&lt;br /&gt;I began to breath heavy feeling my deepest desires&lt;br /&gt;Rising up through my body&lt;br /&gt;I almost shake as I see her coming nearer to me&lt;br /&gt;She stopped short of my reach and opened her mouth&lt;br /&gt;Letting out a single breath before speaking&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was mine&lt;br /&gt;“Am I want you need” she asks&lt;br /&gt;“Yes you are” I reply trying to keep my cool&lt;br /&gt;But the rush to my heart from seeing her this way&lt;br /&gt;Is winning over my want to make her want me&lt;br /&gt;“Do you want me” she asks as she folds her arms&lt;br /&gt;Covering her “Sensitivity”&lt;br /&gt;“I very sure that your all I want and desire right at this moment”&lt;br /&gt;I say this as I slide to the edge of the bed&lt;br /&gt;I try to touch her, but she steps back&lt;br /&gt;With a smile she grabs my hand and places it on the bed beside me&lt;br /&gt;I smile as well hungry but willing to play her game&lt;br /&gt;“I want you to keep touching me” she says closing her eyes&lt;br /&gt;“I haven't touched you yet but I would love to start” I reply&lt;br /&gt;She opens her eyes bring her face to mines&lt;br /&gt;Her lips touch mine, but she grabs my hands keeping them in there place&lt;br /&gt;“I want your eyes to keep touching me” she says almost gasping&lt;br /&gt;I now understand her motives&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not very happy, still I am intrigued&lt;br /&gt;So I look at her....she moans&lt;br /&gt;I stare at her...she groans&lt;br /&gt;I blink my eyes ready to grab her....she stands and leads me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;I follow her....touching her as I walk with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To the balcony*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-6386474766527366479?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6386474766527366479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=6386474766527366479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6386474766527366479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6386474766527366479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/touch-you.html' title='Touch you...'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-5024405214743378105</id><published>2009-01-27T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:31:29.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I see</title><content type='html'>What do I see when I look into the sky&lt;br /&gt;I see what once was the limit&lt;br /&gt;The only thing stopping me&lt;br /&gt;The top of things I didn't feel tall enough to reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I see when I look into the water&lt;br /&gt;I see what gives the living life&lt;br /&gt;And feeds grass that comes from the graves&lt;br /&gt;I see the last place left to discover when I stare over the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I see when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see possibilities of power&lt;br /&gt;The chance at readdressing the problems with solutions&lt;br /&gt;I see a chance at us being much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I see when I look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;I see tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;The future&lt;br /&gt;The past&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Legacy&lt;br /&gt;And I see myself getting overly artsy with this poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I saw it any way when I saw what I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-5024405214743378105?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5024405214743378105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=5024405214743378105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/5024405214743378105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/5024405214743378105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-i-see.html' title='What do I see'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-5688810507974103385</id><published>2009-01-26T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:20:16.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me</title><content type='html'>Excuse me for being me&lt;br /&gt;Being the unwanted thought&lt;br /&gt;The endless feeling that eats away your mind&lt;br /&gt;Deeply entering the most inner&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for saying what you wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;Screaming out your hidden thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Your stashed away emotions&lt;br /&gt;With my stretched out moans&lt;br /&gt;Making sounds that resemble messages&lt;br /&gt;Ringing in your ears&lt;br /&gt;Then I burn your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Causing you to recite me&lt;br /&gt;Repeating my mistakes in your words&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for dancing in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Luring you to move to my rhythms&lt;br /&gt;As I become your envied persona&lt;br /&gt;Who you want to be but can't since your trapped&lt;br /&gt;Working to survive so that one day you can hope to be me&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me most of all for being you&lt;br /&gt;The you, you don't see&lt;br /&gt;You, you tend to reject&lt;br /&gt;But you that you know I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Eating at your conscious&lt;br /&gt;Telling you to be more&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for pointing you in the direction&lt;br /&gt;You desire to be in&lt;br /&gt;But don't blame me for not being me&lt;br /&gt;Blame you for staying who you know your not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-5688810507974103385?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5688810507974103385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=5688810507974103385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/5688810507974103385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/5688810507974103385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8555174309288394723</id><published>2009-01-24T11:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:58:52.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like that</title><content type='html'>In a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;The clocks tick down&lt;br /&gt;The year changes&lt;br /&gt;People scream and begin to sing&lt;br /&gt;In a window across the street a face looks out&lt;br /&gt;And just like that the smiles turn to horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a single moment&lt;br /&gt;A child is born&lt;br /&gt;He becomes a man&lt;br /&gt;Meets a girl&lt;br /&gt;They spend time together but they don’t think love through&lt;br /&gt;A child is born as a relationship dies&lt;br /&gt;And just like that the parents raise a young child in two homes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a mind&lt;br /&gt;A thought is sparked&lt;br /&gt;The Moves are made&lt;br /&gt;On New Years EVE a speech is to be made&lt;br /&gt;Somebody plots to stop him from speaking planning hit murder&lt;br /&gt;As the clock counts down he thinks of his child&lt;br /&gt;The order is given to take a life&lt;br /&gt;And just like that time is made to remember this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8555174309288394723?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8555174309288394723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8555174309288394723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8555174309288394723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8555174309288394723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-like-that.html' title='Just like that'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-633376826858540781</id><published>2009-01-20T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:03:00.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m a Freak</title><content type='html'>I’m a freak because I see the world different&lt;br /&gt;Swim against the mainstream&lt;br /&gt;Dream with my eyes open&lt;br /&gt;Touch you Rock you&lt;br /&gt;Move you Lick you&lt;br /&gt;Without being near you&lt;br /&gt;I’m a freak because I like it rough&lt;br /&gt;Do it slow Do it all&lt;br /&gt;Give my all&lt;br /&gt;Fearless of everything&lt;br /&gt;Prepared for anything&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;I’m a freak because I still&lt;br /&gt;Don’t have to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Show you&lt;br /&gt;Prove to you&lt;br /&gt;Explain to you&lt;br /&gt;That I am…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-633376826858540781?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/633376826858540781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=633376826858540781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/633376826858540781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/633376826858540781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-freak.html' title='I’m a Freak'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-6086190716677775933</id><published>2009-01-20T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:01:58.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are waiting for the Revolution or some one to start it&lt;br /&gt;Well if you look around and think you'll see you&lt;br /&gt;Living in it now&lt;br /&gt;The war is waging and you don't even see it&lt;br /&gt;“They shot in”&lt;br /&gt;And you getting hit with ever round&lt;br /&gt;Things are happening that you don't like&lt;br /&gt;Rules are being altered and you think you can't fight&lt;br /&gt;The game is fixed and you know&lt;br /&gt;IT ISN'T RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;And you still think the revolution is just going to start up&lt;br /&gt;One night&lt;br /&gt;Your in the middle of it&lt;br /&gt;Bombs are being dropped on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Fluoride is poisoning you toothpaste supply&lt;br /&gt;And this whole freedom think you have is the new prison of the time&lt;br /&gt;Because they keep you working&lt;br /&gt;SLAVEING&lt;br /&gt;Glue to the tube as the rape you with no lube&lt;br /&gt;The steal your children&lt;br /&gt;Change the innocent thinking to merciless&lt;br /&gt;All the while you are looking wondering when the revolution is going to&lt;br /&gt;COME AROUND&lt;br /&gt;Well it's here in your face&lt;br /&gt;In your backyard&lt;br /&gt;You are a casualty of the war you can't see&lt;br /&gt;All while your waiting for something&lt;br /&gt;That you in the middle of right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-6086190716677775933?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6086190716677775933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=6086190716677775933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6086190716677775933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6086190716677775933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-middle-of-it.html' title='In the middle of it'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-9054065056970626515</id><published>2009-01-20T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:39:37.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS it worth it?</title><content type='html'>I feel like a voice of reason in a deaf society&lt;br /&gt;Blind to my signals of reality that I gesture to them&lt;br /&gt;While they're numb to the touch of the facts&lt;br /&gt;They seem to go the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;As long as they're being unknowingly lead&lt;br /&gt;And I try to scream to them to stop&lt;br /&gt;But they seem to just step off the edge anyway&lt;br /&gt;I pull them from the table slapping sense into them&lt;br /&gt;Pointing out the fact that they are just being fattened up&lt;br /&gt;Still they rush head on to celebrate some one else's Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;With my people as the main course&lt;br /&gt;I am the one that cares....but I am called the devil&lt;br /&gt;Jumping in front them taking all the bullets&lt;br /&gt;They look at my bleeding heart, my infected open wounds&lt;br /&gt;And instead of helping they tell me I'm “blocking their blessings”&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the fight is still worth it&lt;br /&gt;Whether my own people are worth saving&lt;br /&gt;Should I still be awake or should I go to sleep too&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head down and close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I still can fight the need to move as I hear the railroad of prison coming&lt;br /&gt;To run my mind over with lies and pock out my eyes from seeing the truth&lt;br /&gt;I forget again that I have given up on my own folks&lt;br /&gt;Re-entering the losing fight again&lt;br /&gt;Because I see now I'm doomed to forever offer a hand&lt;br /&gt;When most of us are just looking for another hand out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-9054065056970626515?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9054065056970626515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=9054065056970626515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/9054065056970626515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/9054065056970626515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-worth-it.html' title='IS it worth it?'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-4116522504710038206</id><published>2009-01-15T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:25:53.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax breaks and back aches</title><content type='html'>Tax breaks and back aches&lt;br /&gt;Mass lies and false profiles&lt;br /&gt;Infantile and senile&lt;br /&gt;Judgment and detrimental&lt;br /&gt;Institutionalized and euthanized&lt;br /&gt;Immunize and sterilize&lt;br /&gt;Property line and mentally blind&lt;br /&gt;Media food and starving fools&lt;br /&gt;Blurred and herded&lt;br /&gt;Truth and false&lt;br /&gt;Bless and mess&lt;br /&gt;Right and left&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;No justice and No peace&lt;br /&gt;Losing worth&lt;br /&gt;Rich get rich&lt;br /&gt;Poor stays poor&lt;br /&gt;Justifying reasons for unjust wars&lt;br /&gt;When it all gets worst&lt;br /&gt;There becomes a need for new birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-4116522504710038206?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4116522504710038206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=4116522504710038206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4116522504710038206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4116522504710038206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/tax-breaks-and-back-aches.html' title='Tax breaks and back aches'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8931062130065662182</id><published>2009-01-14T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:49:40.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled light</title><content type='html'>He didn't have a motivation of what he should&lt;br /&gt;He just went out and did it because he could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't pointed in any direction that would&lt;br /&gt;Give him anything that he needed if he just stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he made his plan&lt;br /&gt;Studied the situation&lt;br /&gt;Made his preparations&lt;br /&gt;Picked his destination&lt;br /&gt;Then made his way toward is aspirations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8931062130065662182?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8931062130065662182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8931062130065662182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8931062130065662182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8931062130065662182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled-light.html' title='Untitled light'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-7276536355494762339</id><published>2009-01-14T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:16:32.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run</title><content type='html'>I need to get what I came for&lt;br /&gt;Move in the direction I'm traveling in&lt;br /&gt;Take care of the business I'm busy doing&lt;br /&gt;Reach every goal I started achieving&lt;br /&gt;I need to live this life I'm living&lt;br /&gt;Learn what I study&lt;br /&gt;Give what I'm sharing&lt;br /&gt;Say what I speak&lt;br /&gt;Seek what I find&lt;br /&gt;I need to grab what I touch&lt;br /&gt;Feel what's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;As I think with my mind&lt;br /&gt;What I imagined when it all began&lt;br /&gt;I need to see tomorrow as I wake the next morning&lt;br /&gt;Hear the beat as I play the drum&lt;br /&gt;Take the first step as I continue to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-7276536355494762339?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7276536355494762339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=7276536355494762339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7276536355494762339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7276536355494762339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/run.html' title='Run'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1118625603071606144</id><published>2009-01-07T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:32:56.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between fiction and fact</title><content type='html'>It's got be white it's got to be black&lt;br /&gt;There is no middle between fiction and fact&lt;br /&gt;You can't believe a story and call the truth of it a lie&lt;br /&gt;You can't scream pro-life but care less whether children during a war live or die&lt;br /&gt;How can you be for Revolution but scared of revolt&lt;br /&gt;How can you be for change but your only step forward is a damn vote&lt;br /&gt;You know you've got to stand up and fight for what's needed&lt;br /&gt;At times put your body on the line and risk bleeding&lt;br /&gt;We're in need of liberation&lt;br /&gt;We're in need of a power shift&lt;br /&gt;But you can't get that mission complete if you don't even compete&lt;br /&gt;Or say what needs to happen and be part of the action&lt;br /&gt;Talking about burying words and forgetting the use of verbs is just a big distraction&lt;br /&gt;You sit there and wait for the war to be won&lt;br /&gt;But while your waiting the cause is getting lost&lt;br /&gt;The focus is being changed and it's all being done in your damn name&lt;br /&gt;It's no longer just about being white or about being black&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is still no gray in the area of FREEDOM and the LACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1118625603071606144?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1118625603071606144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1118625603071606144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1118625603071606144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1118625603071606144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/between-fiction-and-fact.html' title='Between fiction and fact'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-724590391003620714</id><published>2009-01-05T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:22:49.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind Kitchen</title><content type='html'>Please join  &lt;a href="http://www.themindkitchen.com/"&gt;http://www.themindkitchen.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw up a fist for black power and two fingers for peace&lt;br /&gt;Give the word a piece of my mind as I stand up to speak&lt;br /&gt;Study the past as I act for the future&lt;br /&gt;Invest in today so we'll have something good for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Borrow a few words from Malcolm&lt;br /&gt;A little bravery from King&lt;br /&gt;With the resolve of Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;As I perfect my Immortal Technique&lt;br /&gt;Wake up the world with the message that's calling me&lt;br /&gt;Scream for what I want but go out and get what we need&lt;br /&gt;Dismiss all this ignorant bliss and give the people what we miss&lt;br /&gt;Deprogram the foolish funk and make the minds bump&lt;br /&gt;Get out my cooking utensils and prepare some food for thought&lt;br /&gt;Steer up some conversations&lt;br /&gt;Crack open some brains then pour in a few facts&lt;br /&gt;Now walk out the kitchen and take FREEDOM back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-724590391003620714?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/724590391003620714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=724590391003620714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/724590391003620714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/724590391003620714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/mind-kitchen.html' title='The Mind Kitchen'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-6791167949444254159</id><published>2009-01-05T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:19:25.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh</title><content type='html'>Shhhh&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it all in&lt;br /&gt;Don't say nothing&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it effect you until it touches you&lt;br /&gt;Be another head turned away from the problems&lt;br /&gt;Sit quietly as others scream in pain&lt;br /&gt;Wash away the shame of not moving to action&lt;br /&gt;With selfish complacent fear&lt;br /&gt;Worry only about losing yours and forget the loss of others&lt;br /&gt;Just say "It's better them than me"&lt;br /&gt;And ignore that you soul is crying out&lt;br /&gt;Forget that you live here with others&lt;br /&gt;Forget that the needs of the many&lt;br /&gt;Out weigh the desires of one&lt;br /&gt;Just keep your eyes shut to every wrong&lt;br /&gt;Close your heart off to feeling anothers pain&lt;br /&gt;And sit there and keep suffering&lt;br /&gt;That strange feeling of inner self-blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-6791167949444254159?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6791167949444254159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=6791167949444254159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6791167949444254159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6791167949444254159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/shhhh.html' title='Shhhh'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8319112727038593681</id><published>2009-01-03T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:05:43.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Bright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The future is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's possibilities for all for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blessing and Happiness just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always golden is our love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8319112727038593681?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8319112727038593681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8319112727038593681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8319112727038593681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8319112727038593681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-bright.html' title='So Bright'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2540226350984633130</id><published>2009-01-03T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:03:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I meet somebody</title><content type='html'>I looked up and saw this person&lt;br /&gt;The face was amazing&lt;br /&gt;The feelings I got from it was so familiar&lt;br /&gt;But it came from a place I had long forgot&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and they smiled back&lt;br /&gt;When I laughed they laughed with me&lt;br /&gt;Same as when I felt down their own emotions meet mine&lt;br /&gt;We thought a like and changed our ways together&lt;br /&gt;We moved through the world with our heads high&lt;br /&gt;Our walks where in unison&lt;br /&gt;Our words filled with our passions&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to know this person&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be in their presents&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in such a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad......to be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2540226350984633130?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2540226350984633130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2540226350984633130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2540226350984633130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2540226350984633130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-meet-somebody.html' title='I meet somebody'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-7082032784992720649</id><published>2008-12-26T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:58:04.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born again</title><content type='html'>*Heavy Breathing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep running…&lt;br /&gt;Faster and faster I just keep running&lt;br /&gt;Hitting walls, tripping over stones&lt;br /&gt;Getting caught in lies&lt;br /&gt;Give away my time&lt;br /&gt;Aging with an ageless face&lt;br /&gt;But you can see the age in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The tears that I’ve cried&lt;br /&gt;Permanently stapled to my gaze&lt;br /&gt;Dazed in my own haze&lt;br /&gt;I just keep running watching the world go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Relaxed exhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched them all pass…&lt;br /&gt;As I passed them by&lt;br /&gt;The fast life caught up&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not the one that died&lt;br /&gt;They suffered my pain&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t listen to the advice I was given&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up they grew down&lt;br /&gt;They kept getting hurt as I healed&lt;br /&gt;Lost their purpose as I found mine&lt;br /&gt;And smoked it away as I developed my sound mind&lt;br /&gt;For the ones that’s left stop running&lt;br /&gt;Because time catches up no matter how fast you ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-7082032784992720649?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7082032784992720649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=7082032784992720649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7082032784992720649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7082032784992720649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/born-again.html' title='Born again'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2702167642709254434</id><published>2008-12-26T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:40:02.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now (2nd go around)</title><content type='html'>Right now I’m trying to think of something to write&lt;br /&gt;To move nations with the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now some one’s in need of a message to move them forward&lt;br /&gt;Because they’re stuck in the same place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now they feel that their right at the edge of life and hell&lt;br /&gt;With the feet inching closer to the tip of a bottomless well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now some one is standing behind them trying to lift them up&lt;br /&gt;But the weight of the world is for them to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now some one else is getting shipped back to war&lt;br /&gt;Even though the government said there’s no point in fighting any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now some one is praying for the bombing to stop&lt;br /&gt;While they sit alone in a hole wonder does God even listens any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now somebody’s happy while somebody’s sad&lt;br /&gt;And somebody’s living and somebody’s about to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now as the world goes around&lt;br /&gt;Somebody’s predicting when it’s all going to end how and WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m just taken it in, using life as my ink to write a story with my mental pen&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are going and year is nearing it’s end, and I’m ready to leave work but just to wake up and do it all again……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2702167642709254434?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2702167642709254434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2702167642709254434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2702167642709254434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2702167642709254434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-now-2nd-go-around.html' title='Right Now (2nd go around)'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1909893050991042875</id><published>2008-12-16T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:25:36.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>Right Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I’m sitting here thinking&lt;br /&gt;About some one who’s right now seeing&lt;br /&gt;The that the world right now is not what it seems&lt;br /&gt;And right now the world is getting even more unsafe&lt;br /&gt;Because right now some one in a office is planning a war&lt;br /&gt;With a country that is right now just thinking of ways&lt;br /&gt;To feed its people that are starving right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I’m counting the days when I can leave this city&lt;br /&gt;So that at this time right now on another day I can be sitting with my child&lt;br /&gt;Who is probably being told that I don’t love her right now&lt;br /&gt;When right now she is at the center of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Even though right now I can’t afford to travel to see her&lt;br /&gt;Right now I putting my money together so I can move a lot nearer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can care less about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Because right now my focus is on 10 years from right now&lt;br /&gt;So right now I’m putting my life on that path&lt;br /&gt;And right now I can feel the bumps in my road&lt;br /&gt;That will slow me down but I can’t let that worry me right now&lt;br /&gt;Because I have a life to live in a memory of many that aren’t here right now&lt;br /&gt;And right now I can only live in this moment and get ready for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change the world but I realize I can’t do it all right now&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll study plot and formulate my actions right now&lt;br /&gt;While that person I’m thinking of right now&lt;br /&gt;Is beginning to see that right now the world isn’t what she thought it was&lt;br /&gt;And right now as things in the world get crazier&lt;br /&gt;Because a crazy people in offices are planning a war right now&lt;br /&gt;With a country that is right now trying to find food&lt;br /&gt;For the people that live there that are hungry right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I’m just readying my mind with all the things I learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1909893050991042875?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1909893050991042875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1909893050991042875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1909893050991042875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1909893050991042875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-3688383260415380614</id><published>2008-12-16T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:53:43.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition (24)</title><content type='html'>I am the bump on the lump&lt;br /&gt;The lost follower&lt;br /&gt;The suicidal driver&lt;br /&gt;I am the believer of lies&lt;br /&gt;The teacher of empty thoughts&lt;br /&gt;The breaker of concentration&lt;br /&gt;The loser of sensible thinking in the game of Contemplation&lt;br /&gt;I am the shame of brains&lt;br /&gt;I am the sickness of propaganda eaters of today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the fool that will argue the truth with repetitive blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the IDIOCRACY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-3688383260415380614?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3688383260415380614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=3688383260415380614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/3688383260415380614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/3688383260415380614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/definition-24.html' title='Definition (24)'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-996759466632505633</id><published>2008-12-13T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:50:07.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom smack</title><content type='html'>As black man with a free mind&lt;br /&gt;And a locked down behind&lt;br /&gt;My skin tone tends to scream for what it needs&lt;br /&gt;Desiring to bleed what is in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And feel what my bones cry out for&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to push the weight of living off my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Then in one corner of my body something starts hurts&lt;br /&gt;Feeling as if from the inside something is forcing its way out&lt;br /&gt;I know that my soul doesn't like life&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm not ready to die&lt;br /&gt;I still have things to do and so far I have yet to shorten my time&lt;br /&gt;It's a staggering feeling to know that my soul hates the world&lt;br /&gt;But I...have learned to shack it off&lt;br /&gt;Just putting it to the side and play the unfair game&lt;br /&gt;Blaming the world for the problems I face&lt;br /&gt;But I am the only one at fault for excepting this fate&lt;br /&gt;Working hard for a value free dollar&lt;br /&gt;Which value seems to be worth more than me&lt;br /&gt;And this nation just holds me thoughts and livelihood&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped around it's finger in a sickening destructive marriage&lt;br /&gt;Where I play the battered tattered mate in this hateful love affair&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like we're all stuck right here&lt;br /&gt;Loving this evil thing, waking just to work away another day&lt;br /&gt;SPEAK UP IF YOUR BOLD&lt;br /&gt;And get smacked down by complacent reality&lt;br /&gt;Because everybody just wants to live&lt;br /&gt;And living poor hurts&lt;br /&gt;The pain in your belly, the cold of the outside world&lt;br /&gt;Keeps us slaves to a system that bails out the rich, the hell with the poor&lt;br /&gt;So not to be smacked down by the facts I...have learned to shack it off&lt;br /&gt;Put it to the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And over look the fact that my spirit wants to run free&lt;br /&gt;Speaking when I can, mostly writing it down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so many things to speak about that sometimes are better displayed as poems&lt;br /&gt;Because you tend to have more free speech in a poem that some people may never want to read&lt;br /&gt;Feeling as if it is art they'll never get&lt;br /&gt;More words to read after a long day of reading at work&lt;br /&gt;“It's too deep, That can't be true, Stop the conspiracy BS TALK”&lt;br /&gt;So they will over look it and me because it's just another political poem&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me out of the Freedom smack&lt;br /&gt;Allowing my speech to run naked with out fear of being cloth&lt;br /&gt;Still...it doesn't stop the feeling of my soul trying to push it's way out of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-996759466632505633?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/996759466632505633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=996759466632505633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/996759466632505633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/996759466632505633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/freedom-smack.html' title='Freedom smack'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8734668035373592842</id><published>2008-12-10T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:50:53.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call into Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning was my mind&lt;br /&gt;A single thought sparked the rise of my right hand&lt;br /&gt;And in that hand was a pen&lt;br /&gt;I took that pen and pressed in to a blank page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CREATED LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made feelings come alive&lt;br /&gt;Through words and through verbs created action&lt;br /&gt;Action that began to build sentences&lt;br /&gt;Within those sentences contained years&lt;br /&gt;Staked on a single life that gave off spring a chance to live&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being aborted from memory&lt;br /&gt;With the replacement of time in that single life’s mind&lt;br /&gt;Giving it a home on pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played God so much I was given the title of JA&lt;br /&gt;With my own need to start something new&lt;br /&gt;I took this constant motion of change and gave form to my creations&lt;br /&gt;My creations now worship me as they voice my truths&lt;br /&gt;Educating those that don’t know me or my reality&lt;br /&gt;Giving blind readers sight so they can see&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that my written breaths breathe life into movements&lt;br /&gt;Raising them from the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make the impossible possible with every possible read line&lt;br /&gt;With every possible creation I can possibly create&lt;br /&gt;Giving a better possibility that my words can be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether your hear me or not just know that&lt;br /&gt;I am the creator of this creation&lt;br /&gt;And uncontrollably create more&lt;br /&gt;Which will one day call into existence a life of its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8734668035373592842?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8734668035373592842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8734668035373592842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8734668035373592842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8734668035373592842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/call-into-existence_10.html' title='Call into Existence'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1297644551274766273</id><published>2008-12-07T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:14:18.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new arrival</title><content type='html'>The room busy with heat, movement, and life&lt;br /&gt;The tides of communication role on&lt;br /&gt;Then from the open door slowly steps in a voice&lt;br /&gt;A nameless face filled with thought&lt;br /&gt;Few notices and those that do think little of the new comer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unannounced he walks to the stage&lt;br /&gt;Drops his coat from his shoulders&lt;br /&gt;And as the eyes turn to him&lt;br /&gt;He begins to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are his words&lt;br /&gt;From his words are his thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And out of his thoughts are his emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dignified one has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;With the desire to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1297644551274766273?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1297644551274766273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1297644551274766273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1297644551274766273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1297644551274766273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-arrival.html' title='The new arrival'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-4843146467356236468</id><published>2008-12-04T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:00:25.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Opportunity (Letting love walk away again)</title><content type='html'>I saw you see me...with a smile&lt;br /&gt;That melted away with disappointment when I didn't say “Hey”&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts of yourself may have have felt so many ways&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't your fault of looks because you look amazing&lt;br /&gt;It was me having a hard time reaching for beauty&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing is I use the excuse fear of getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;Or sill missing what I had forever wishing she was still her&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I've been fearful like this my whole life&lt;br /&gt;When it clicked in my head that I wanted you too&lt;br /&gt;I turn rush back after I reached my destination&lt;br /&gt;Running with confident to find you and hope you still want to get to know me&lt;br /&gt;But already went away going on with your life in your world&lt;br /&gt;Now your just another pretty memory I let get away&lt;br /&gt;Haunting me wondering how it would have been with you&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you smile in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Making you laugh at night&lt;br /&gt;Possibly no connection what so ever&lt;br /&gt;Being turned off by each others minds&lt;br /&gt;Or the worst choice of our lives to ever speak&lt;br /&gt;But we will probably never know how this would have been&lt;br /&gt;Because I missed another opportunity&lt;br /&gt;When I once again let potential love walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-4843146467356236468?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4843146467356236468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=4843146467356236468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4843146467356236468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4843146467356236468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/missed-opportunity-letting-love-walk.html' title='Missed Opportunity (Letting love walk away again)'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8382969512211471214</id><published>2008-12-03T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:37:55.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still bring it</title><content type='html'>When change is the only constant&lt;br /&gt;How can you proclaim you will bring it&lt;br /&gt;Speak of how you will do it&lt;br /&gt;Make it happen for all&lt;br /&gt;Shift the swift direction life tends to stand on&lt;br /&gt;How can you scream you'll make it different&lt;br /&gt;When so many others want it the same&lt;br /&gt;How can you get everybody to feel its going to happen now&lt;br /&gt;Since its been happening long before you came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I SAY I BRING CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the worlds in forever orbit&lt;br /&gt;Floating through time as we all grow from young to old&lt;br /&gt;What makes me the force to make it so&lt;br /&gt;Flip the sleep over to stop their snoring&lt;br /&gt;Wake them with starting pistol to a new race&lt;br /&gt;Ending the focus on nothing but Race&lt;br /&gt;But make them see that the struggle is beyond you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I SAY I BRING CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can any one else say they will do the same thing&lt;br /&gt;I bring change because I live&lt;br /&gt;I do it, I feel it, I see it, I smell it&lt;br /&gt;I can taste the new flavor cooking up in the globes warming&lt;br /&gt;Now I watch the clock tick ready for my time to come&lt;br /&gt;So I can speak my message&lt;br /&gt;So I can tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;So I can help you see it&lt;br /&gt;So I can prove that I still bring it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL BRING CHANGE.......through my actions and that's the message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8382969512211471214?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8382969512211471214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8382969512211471214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8382969512211471214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8382969512211471214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-still-bring-it.html' title='I still bring it'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-6204458295346638368</id><published>2008-12-02T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:16:30.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Terrorist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my life which is all I have&lt;br /&gt;To break the faith of the faithful cracks&lt;br /&gt;Split in the flag now mad with power&lt;br /&gt;I stand up as a Patriot Act felon to be&lt;br /&gt;Yelling treason to the enemies of falsified freedom&lt;br /&gt;While helping others on the boarder line find a selection&lt;br /&gt;After years of misdirection, find a path to elevation&lt;br /&gt;Dimly lit with hope but surrounded by distorted hate&lt;br /&gt;Which is glowing brighter than the righteous path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With the glory glow of my goal given gun&lt;br /&gt;I shoot off clip for clip in the direction of misleading stories&lt;br /&gt;Raising the demise of ignorants&lt;br /&gt;As my bullets of reality wound fictional propaganda&lt;br /&gt;Striking fear in the hearts of Imperialistic Democrats&lt;br /&gt;With videos shaming their Republican ways&lt;br /&gt;Asserting my Independence every election I miss&lt;br /&gt;I follow my movements with video warnings&lt;br /&gt;Telling the world of their coming attacks&lt;br /&gt;While letting this nation know it doesn't matter who's in power&lt;br /&gt;Because they still promote and flood the planet with the same evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But their fall will come&lt;br /&gt;Possibly at my hands but most likely America's own&lt;br /&gt;As they filter in their poison in the Media water&lt;br /&gt;Murdering themselves with strangers with suicide bombs&lt;br /&gt;As the collective imagination jumps to it's death&lt;br /&gt;With a News show color coded push&lt;br /&gt;Staged famines, Palestinian Phantoms, and Poor Powerful Pirates&lt;br /&gt;Making them scared of their own thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Locking away diversity under Martial Laws&lt;br /&gt;Erasing 1776 from the history books&lt;br /&gt;Giving rise to a 1984 reality......&lt;br /&gt;That's why I stand against BIG BROTHER&lt;br /&gt;Flip off their FLICKERING CAMERA'S&lt;br /&gt;Proclaiming my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9/11, SLAVERY, APARTHIED,&lt;br /&gt;EMBARGO, FEDERAL RESERVE, COINTELPRO,&lt;br /&gt;PLANNED PARENTHOOD, AIDS, SMALL POX BLANKETS,&lt;br /&gt;FALSE MEDIA, CHOOSEN PRESIDENTS, FEMA CAMPS&lt;br /&gt;TERRORIST ATTACKS&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER CHANGING THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All with a simple undying still standing REBELLION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-6204458295346638368?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6204458295346638368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=6204458295346638368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6204458295346638368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6204458295346638368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/change-terrorist.html' title='Change Terrorist'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-177080639280167222</id><published>2008-11-30T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:24:13.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My FIRST BOOK IS HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Counter Proposal; The poetis decisions I've lived through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Print: $15.79&lt;br /&gt;Download: $15.00&lt;br /&gt;Open you eyes, you mind, your life, your soul, your heart, your love, your hate. Take into consideration...My Counter Proposal, The poetic decisions I've lived through A collection of poems bringing a view into the life of a African male born and raised in America. From fatherhood, loving and losing love, to fighting to live free. Jalili B. Jimiyu puts a free verse style of poetry to work telling the world about his life and will to live. A first book but by no means a last by a poet, Revolutionary, lover , Freedom Fighter, liver of life even against all the odds....... My Counter Proposal, The poetic decisions I've lived through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=3435106"&gt;http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=3435106&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-177080639280167222?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/177080639280167222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=177080639280167222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/177080639280167222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/177080639280167222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-book-is-here.html' title='My FIRST BOOK IS HERE!!!'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-3854404358887573285</id><published>2008-11-29T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:52:36.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church mess</title><content type='html'>The Preacher says “we need more leaders”&lt;br /&gt;But I'm lead to believe he's looking for more believers&lt;br /&gt;A few lack luster achievers maybe a few thief-ers&lt;br /&gt;Dipping in the collection plates filled by collective faith&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to buy their way to heaven bypassing buying that new 911&lt;br /&gt;Or the future of their own children's tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Letting this man talking for God borrow a few dollars&lt;br /&gt;So when he follows his speeches with who's in need of saving&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself the money in the church is going straight&lt;br /&gt;To his BOYFRIENDS Le Saber&lt;br /&gt;As they give each other the eye as he directs the singing&lt;br /&gt;The preachers wife is mad as hell but she is getting really nice&lt;br /&gt;Coming to church in her nice tight dress&lt;br /&gt;Heals and freshly done nails&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at all the brothers holding the hand of her man&lt;br /&gt;But she's of course giving the glory to another&lt;br /&gt;Scream JESUS when she isn't at church&lt;br /&gt;As another man other than the pastor lays hands all over her&lt;br /&gt;Mean while I sit in the back wanting to ask some question&lt;br /&gt;Like “who made God, and who made WHO MADE GOD”&lt;br /&gt;Instead I sit quietly knowing when I move out my mothers house&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer be stepping foot into some one else SO-CALLED holy house&lt;br /&gt;When all I see is the devil dancing&lt;br /&gt;And sister Nancy pretty much dropping it and shaking it faster&lt;br /&gt;Try to get the attention of the pastor&lt;br /&gt;Who eye's are on the booty of the man who his wife calls “that bastard”&lt;br /&gt;While she winks at brother Jenkins stuffing another $20 in her Victoria Secret bra&lt;br /&gt;Which is not such a secret to all because I see it all&lt;br /&gt;Waiting wondering wishing the doors of the church would hurry up and open&lt;br /&gt;So I can run through the opening and carry my behind home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-3854404358887573285?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3854404358887573285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=3854404358887573285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/3854404358887573285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/3854404358887573285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/church-mess.html' title='Church mess'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1271238414387064723</id><published>2008-11-26T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:58:19.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition (23)</title><content type='html'>I am the sentence’s message&lt;br /&gt;The speeches mission&lt;br /&gt;The words of the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;I am the scream of protest&lt;br /&gt;The reaction of revolt&lt;br /&gt;The blasting bombing boom of blaspheme&lt;br /&gt;As I break the burning beacon of silence with my mention&lt;br /&gt;I am the 40 wpm pounding of a keyboard&lt;br /&gt;The printed out doctrine of speechless thought&lt;br /&gt;Constituting reason is my voice&lt;br /&gt;And logical placement is my force&lt;br /&gt;I am a simple vision put into words and spoken, written or acted on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;em&gt;STATEMENT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1271238414387064723?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1271238414387064723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1271238414387064723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1271238414387064723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1271238414387064723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/definition-23.html' title='Definition (23)'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-8633061712212005803</id><published>2008-11-26T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:55:53.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times like this</title><content type='html'>Times like this I wish I never had a child&lt;br /&gt;Not because it’s hard work of because her mothers wild&lt;br /&gt;But because of all this mess going aroun&lt;br /&gt;People killing themselves on web cams&lt;br /&gt;Or getting shot over food stamps&lt;br /&gt;Individuals demonized for mind rants&lt;br /&gt;When the true devil with the angel face is in your place&lt;br /&gt;Nights like this I hope I don’t wake in teary sweats&lt;br /&gt;Cursing life for allowing me to meet, love and lose Celeste&lt;br /&gt;Making me turn away the rest because I have had the best&lt;br /&gt;Then forcing me to love on with needless feelings of regret&lt;br /&gt;Catching glimpses of people that resemble her&lt;br /&gt;Giving me rage till I realize she’s not around&lt;br /&gt;I know my sleeping sobbing woke the house&lt;br /&gt;But I wish my words would wake the world&lt;br /&gt;At least my own pain could heal the sick&lt;br /&gt;Instead of everyone feeling as if things are well as I deal with this shit&lt;br /&gt;I wish that this was a time to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Instead hope and dreams separate logic from facts making truth feel like fiction&lt;br /&gt;As they call bondage freedom and Revolutionary talk Revolting&lt;br /&gt;Times like this I wish me nor my daughter were around&lt;br /&gt;So she won’t grow up in a world built on fear&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn’t here forced to se it all powerless to fix it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-8633061712212005803?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8633061712212005803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=8633061712212005803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8633061712212005803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/8633061712212005803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/times-like-this_26.html' title='Times like this'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-1949460698208246641</id><published>2008-11-25T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:02:53.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>Well….you couldn’t stand me&lt;br /&gt;Tried to kill me&lt;br /&gt;Silent’s me&lt;br /&gt;And those that taught me&lt;br /&gt;Raped women that loved me&lt;br /&gt;Teach children wrong that want to understand me&lt;br /&gt;Well…&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to use me&lt;br /&gt;Enslave me&lt;br /&gt;Abuse me&lt;br /&gt;Lock me away&lt;br /&gt; They say it’s wrong of me to escape&lt;br /&gt;Well…&lt;br /&gt;You thought you had to tolerate me&lt;br /&gt;Over come me&lt;br /&gt;Cheat me when no ones looking&lt;br /&gt;Misconscrew my words&lt;br /&gt;And undercover demonize me&lt;br /&gt;Well….&lt;br /&gt;I guess you love me&lt;br /&gt;Rushing into my nations&lt;br /&gt;Tune into my stations&lt;br /&gt;Join in on my frustration&lt;br /&gt;But fall short when you try to match up to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…envy me but you NEVER will stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-1949460698208246641?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1949460698208246641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=1949460698208246641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1949460698208246641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/1949460698208246641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-7249725166610315981</id><published>2008-11-22T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:22:19.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The winds are coming</title><content type='html'>The winds are coming&lt;br /&gt;The winds are blowing&lt;br /&gt;The winds of change are flowing in&lt;br /&gt;Blowing away the BS thought to be too heavy to topple&lt;br /&gt;Too deeply implanted to move&lt;br /&gt;Dying to remain the same standing on weak foundations&lt;br /&gt;The winds are moving the loose ground creating new landscapes&lt;br /&gt;Along with the dark clouds, rainy sky’s the old world is being eroded away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind a new refreshing chance to grow better&lt;br /&gt;This is a warning to all those open to a different life&lt;br /&gt;To rush to higher ground adapt to their new surroundings&lt;br /&gt;And be ready to float on the changing tide&lt;br /&gt;Because the winds are coming&lt;br /&gt;The winds are blowing&lt;br /&gt;The winds of change are blowing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-7249725166610315981?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7249725166610315981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=7249725166610315981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7249725166610315981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/7249725166610315981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/winds-are-coming.html' title='The winds are coming'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-902939390008400787</id><published>2008-11-19T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:37:54.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's own evil</title><content type='html'>When the decision was made it was in good intentions&lt;br /&gt;Driven by a worthy purpose with a positive outcome&lt;br /&gt;Everything about it was good and needed&lt;br /&gt;Demanding of time but the time that was used was well spent&lt;br /&gt;It burst to the surface from the hard work and optimism&lt;br /&gt;It grew with loose lips telling the world about its arrival&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as multiple uses became an option&lt;br /&gt;It was used to hurt and blind the masses&lt;br /&gt;Used as a reason to kill its desire was it's own&lt;br /&gt;The purpose it served over stepped it's boundaries&lt;br /&gt;And when a few wanted to put it back in check&lt;br /&gt;It was used to alter it's own evil reality&lt;br /&gt;Nobody saw that it changed into a virus&lt;br /&gt;Became a killer of what it was made to help&lt;br /&gt;The only hope now is to kill it for the worlds hope&lt;br /&gt;Build a new one but with everyone watching&lt;br /&gt;To make sure it doesn't once again go out of control&lt;br /&gt;High off power&lt;br /&gt;Control&lt;br /&gt;Strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Government we build after we kill this one must be for the people&lt;br /&gt;And not for the government itself............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-902939390008400787?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/902939390008400787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=902939390008400787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/902939390008400787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/902939390008400787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-own-evil.html' title='It&apos;s own evil'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-4896846798099384063</id><published>2008-11-19T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:12:38.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's better ways to die</title><content type='html'>There's better ways to die&lt;br /&gt;Then playing the part of the fool&lt;br /&gt;Pulled into a “nigger moment”&lt;br /&gt;Fighting over food&lt;br /&gt;Killed over shoes&lt;br /&gt;Being in the wrong place at the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;And knowing that it was wrong before you got there&lt;br /&gt;Executed for a crime you didn't commit&lt;br /&gt;Eating yourself to 3 or 4 heart attacks&lt;br /&gt;Being aborted when you didn't ask for life&lt;br /&gt;Using toxic birth control instead of self control&lt;br /&gt;Killing yourself for any reason not worthy of life&lt;br /&gt;Cold hungry and homeless&lt;br /&gt;Warm greedy and pointless&lt;br /&gt;Being shipped off to a FEMA camp&lt;br /&gt;Murder because a government is afraid of the people it should work for&lt;br /&gt;Letting that stocker get close one too many times&lt;br /&gt;Driving 100 in a 30 at night with your lights off&lt;br /&gt;Shot by dirty cops with selective sight seeing a black gun in the hand&lt;br /&gt;Holding a white iPod shuffle owned by a black man&lt;br /&gt;Shit being black in a white nation&lt;br /&gt;Being bold around paranoid people&lt;br /&gt;Being desperate in a wealthy country&lt;br /&gt;Starving when other have enough to share&lt;br /&gt;Just being there when it all fell&lt;br /&gt;There's better ways to die but too many die needlessly&lt;br /&gt;But I'll fight to my death before I let it be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-4896846798099384063?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4896846798099384063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=4896846798099384063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4896846798099384063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4896846798099384063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-better-ways-to-die.html' title='There&apos;s better ways to die'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-4249820460830676125</id><published>2008-11-18T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:14:33.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love her</title><content type='html'>I stand here unknown to my enemy&lt;br /&gt;But well know to their cameras&lt;br /&gt;Watched, stocked and monitored&lt;br /&gt;Still they know little about me&lt;br /&gt;Just the knowledge I fight them keeps them watching&lt;br /&gt;They fail to see my motivation&lt;br /&gt;My need to keep going forward with unrelenting pressure&lt;br /&gt;They know I’m coming but they don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Because she told me to&lt;br /&gt;As she flies over me&lt;br /&gt;Glowing her light on my path&lt;br /&gt;Her love guiding me on&lt;br /&gt;Telling me for us I should stand&lt;br /&gt;For her love I demand justice&lt;br /&gt;Change is always in motion but I make it change in my favor&lt;br /&gt;As she looks at me forever smiling&lt;br /&gt;I fight because she loved me&lt;br /&gt;She once stood right beside me&lt;br /&gt;Made me strong by loving my tremble&lt;br /&gt;Making me strong when I weaken&lt;br /&gt;My queen my lady my moonlight NOW my mission&lt;br /&gt;To live up to her belief in me keeps me moving&lt;br /&gt;For her and our people I demand our rights&lt;br /&gt;Search for the truth&lt;br /&gt;Fearlessly running my mouth&lt;br /&gt;No longer fearing death because my love waits for me over head&lt;br /&gt;I talk to her twice a day&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with her through the night&lt;br /&gt;Honor her in every way&lt;br /&gt;Since she was here everything was all right&lt;br /&gt;Though she’s gone I carry her love into battle&lt;br /&gt;Vocally firing off rounds loud enough for our heaven to hear it&lt;br /&gt;I gave them my reason for continue the war&lt;br /&gt;Now they can look over there shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Because thanks to her love I climb the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-4249820460830676125?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4249820460830676125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=4249820460830676125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4249820460830676125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/4249820460830676125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-her.html' title='Love her'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-6555207808296180648</id><published>2008-11-18T17:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:08:24.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Words of a speechless thought</title><content type='html'>The said unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Words heard through the wind with no direction&lt;br /&gt;Soundless racket pounding ear drums&lt;br /&gt;Echoes with no vibration&lt;br /&gt;Hums origin free&lt;br /&gt;Haunt my vocal silence&lt;br /&gt;Bring meaning to nothing&lt;br /&gt;Form to transparent&lt;br /&gt;Crowds to depravation&lt;br /&gt;Out of the need to shut up to save your life&lt;br /&gt;I speak the undesired truth&lt;br /&gt;Destroying the needless lies&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of fiction as I uncover false&lt;br /&gt;Break chained minds with repeated info&lt;br /&gt;Supply the fiend dis-creditor with reference collateral&lt;br /&gt;While raising interest rates&lt;br /&gt;With the words of a speechless thought&lt;br /&gt;Brought to the surface made buoyant with rising consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Snuffing of the hot air hell source&lt;br /&gt;At times with force&lt;br /&gt;Of course to make sure what is real is seen&lt;br /&gt;And kept quiet is heard&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of knowing what’s going on&lt;br /&gt;Ensuring life goes on&lt;br /&gt;For the most first of all&lt;br /&gt;Because many needs out weigh the few&lt;br /&gt;This is something we should all know&lt;br /&gt;Yet selfishly over look staying numb to the worldly pain&lt;br /&gt;With pills covering collective symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Killing your connection to all&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I rabidly attack the normality of sleep&lt;br /&gt;With words foaming from my mind to your eyes and ears&lt;br /&gt;Ending your restful state rapidly returning&lt;br /&gt;Real nightmares back to your long lost mind&lt;br /&gt;With the words of a speechless thought&lt;br /&gt;From this 3rd eye un-blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-6555207808296180648?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6555207808296180648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=6555207808296180648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6555207808296180648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/6555207808296180648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-of-speechless-thought.html' title='The Words of a speechless thought'/><author><name>Jalili B. Jimiyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175267875603174215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5U40myTEUQ/TroFJzbW-GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbO8Xr5_J8/s220/justiseverythingbanner.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942772497173524457.post-2723059280091234494</id><published>2008-11-18T16:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:49:25.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentlemanly Dilemma</title><content type='html'>If I respect and honor women is it wrong for me to mess with a hoe&lt;br /&gt;Join my lust with hers and burst the yearns&lt;br /&gt;Kick up her heals and just enjoy how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Forget what my mother taught me and enjoy the filth&lt;br /&gt;Speak quietly of our exploits&lt;br /&gt;Only to voice loudly our conquest in the room with her alone&lt;br /&gt;Call her when I want some&lt;br /&gt;Answer her we she’s ready to receive&lt;br /&gt;Keep conversations to one topic&lt;br /&gt;Talk only when she’s moaning my name&lt;br /&gt;Show emotion to her when she’s occupied with my “brain”&lt;br /&gt;Enter her mind through my lap&lt;br /&gt;Demand a kiss after giving her behind a firm smack&lt;br /&gt;You can’t turn a hoe into a house wife that’s what I’ve been told&lt;br /&gt;But if love and respect is all you’ve ever learn to give a women&lt;br /&gt;And all she cares about is making you release a little sperm&lt;br /&gt;Is my respect something I should give to her freely or something I make her earn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalili B. Jimiyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s copyrighted © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7942772497173524457-2723059280091234494?l=awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2723059280091234494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7942772497173524457&amp;postID=2723059280091234494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2723059280091234494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7942772497173524457/posts/default/2723059280091234494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/gentlemanly-dilemma.html' title='Gentlemanly Dilemma'/><author><name>Jalili B. 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