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Comment by JALIYLAH AMIRA RAHMAN on August 18, 2008 at 9:17am

As'Salamu'Alaikum.
Here is another Poem; I wrote in the year of 1990. I hope you all enjoy it.

TITLE:: WISHING TO BE FREE:

FRUIT FULL AS THE BERRIES BREED, ITS FRUITFUL TASTE FLOW THROUGH OUR STREAMS OF EVERLASTING DESIRES.

HOW OVER RE:JOYCE CAN WE BE IN TIME OF OUR DEFEAT, AND HOW OVER REMARKABLE IS OUR LIFE.

IF WE COULD STAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN; AND CRY OUT FOR HELP. WE COULD STAND ALONE AS STIFF AS A BOARD. OR AS COULD AS A MOUNTAIN BREEZE.

MY TEARS ARE OFTEN SADDEN AND FIELD WITH HATRED; AND PUSH AWAY WITH MORE COLD DENIES OF NO COMMON COMPASSION OF LOVE. I COULD NEVER RESPOND TO THOSE CHANGING FORCES. OFTEN COLD AND WITHOUT RESPONSE.

BUT CRUST BY THE VOICES OF LAUGHTER, THAT DENIES THE LIFE OF HOPE. BUT REMEMBER FAITH IN THE LORD THERE IS EVERLASTING HOPE.

YOU KNOW OUR EMOTIONS SOMETIMES FIELD WITH SADNESS BLINDS OUR VIEWS OF UNDERSTANDING. UNTIL SUCH TIME OUR FAITH TRAMPERS OUT AND POUNDER AT OUR DOOR. WE WILL ONLY FALL BEHIND IN THE DARK SHADOWS OF TIME, IF WE LET IT HAPPEN.

WE MUST FIGHT FOR OUR DEFEAT OF LIFE. WE MUST SUPPORT OUR HEARTS DESIRES IN A POSITIVE WAY, IN GIVING YOURSELF HOPE FOR A BRIGHTER DAY.WE MUST PRAISE THE LORD FOR HEALING US IN THIS GREAT BATTLE OF WAR.

POPULATION IS THE INHABITANT OF BEAUTY OF LIFE. GIVE IT A CHANCE AND IT WILL DANCE AND GIVE YOU THE GLORY OF HAPPINESS.

LET THE LANGUAGE OF THE SOUL; TEACH YOU THE HEARTS OF TOMORROW DREAMS.
BY JALIYLAH
SALAMS

Comment by lailah on July 14, 2008 at 8:33pm

What I want

I want you to be the pillars of steel on the foundation that holds up my life, by this I want to be honored and pleased to be your wife...want you to be the second thing I think of in the morning and the next to the last when I lay down at night...want the thought of you not being with me to make me lose my breath, cause a pain in my chest, and it will only rest when we are together...want you to make the grief and stress of past pain better...want you to be my best friend, my teacher, my lover, my cover, want you to be the answer to my question, where is that brother? Want you to make the world seem obsolete and obscure...and in return I will be your comfort at the end of that long hard day, the aches and pains of dealing with this world I will massage away, be the ear you need when no one else is listening, your audience when no one else will pay attention...the glass vessel that holds the liquid of your life, your best friend, your lover, your teacher, student, and wife...the head cheerleader of your team, never second guessing you or shooting down your dreams...the lady that you long for, the woman that you need...you will be my honored guest, me taking care of all your needs...if I could I would bow down to you, hold it down for you, be the rider always by your side for you...