Black Poetry : Oh Thy Humble World Of This Day 9/11

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Oh Thy Humble World Of This Day 9/11
    I Salute
    Servants Of God


    The wind is blowing as the roars of the trees,
    speaks through the winds.
    The marching angels of the lord has return.
    On this day the worlds sits in humble,
    and the families gather in harmony.
    This day will never end within ,
    the consciousness of thy brother,
    mother, sister, daughter, friend.
    The pain that my family circle will never forget,
    nevertheless I must move on.
    The spirit will always remind me,
    of the lost of great men.


    The winds beat as they sing there songs,
    the warriors with the flip of the drums,
    silence which it sings through the wind as it roars.
    The Father, Mothers, Sons,
    the passing souls come back to earth,
    with there shinny new wings.
    The silence of the skies just the roaring,
    winds like never before.


    As they march among the site ,
    which they died in love,
    Thy felt no pain, I walked through the valley,
    of death with my Gods Arm,
    I the humble and the meek,
    I said the prayers each an everyday,
    there was no suffering where I laid,
    God brought my spirit to the light,
    I walked without pain.


    Cry not for me said the captain of engine 444,
    I am in a better place,
    I carry the flag of the cross.
    I the warrior of the land,
    I the servant of God,
    I the peace of the earth,
    I the policemen of Gods trust,
    I the loving soul,
    I the creations of thy Gods love.
    I cry the blood for the world,
    and each creature who died for love an peace,
    For all mans souls shall be accountable by God.
    Life is death, and death is life,
    we all must forfeit the shell,
    that must be forfeited one day.


    Mothers crying, Sons without dry eyes,
    as the spirit of the father stands before him.
    Listen at the wind he said,
    I have made it across.
    I made my last call,
    through the burning tunnel of the twin towers,
    but thy lord was standing as I said goodbye.
    I the children who walked through the flame,
    as my brothers I felt no pain.
    I huddle with my brothers in flesh,
    our spirit is joined with the angels,
    don’t cry for us.
    Listen as our passing souls sing
    with the winds and the blowing of the horns.


    Blame not thy God for the wick ness of man,
    our time was up, and thy spirit had to pass on,
    I joined my brothers and sisters hand an hand.
    Satin hand was dirty,
    and he know tries to blame thy God.
    God is love he brings no harm,
    only to those who follow,
    In the paths of satins walls,
    thy brothers who died felt no pain,
    God brought them out the flame,
    and gave them paradise ,
    above the golden gates of heaven,
    the passing souls has return,
    the blowing of wind is as known before,
    the prayers lingered around the world.

    oh thy children now acknowledge God.
    Satin has been beaten at his own game.

    For every reasoning there is a seasoning,
    and every seasoning in honor of thy God,
    brings love and peace,
    oh why must thy wait for a tragic,
    happening to acknowledge God,
    For those who are blinded,
    by satin authority never blame God,
    for the darkness of the devil,
    Which he gets no blame for the terror,
    which he sets forth the spirits of man.

    Within a nation of people,
    selected by blind justice,
    within the realms of justice,
    the good heart suffers,
    within the ending of life,
    the paradise begins.
    Life is to live to death,
    and eternity begins the paradise of heaven.

    We must remember pain is pain,
    death is death life is life,
    and not forget the world as it feels the same lost,
    Never judge a man by the color,
    are origin he may be,
    the devil comes in all colors,
    and nations, he dose not discriminate,
    For the world continues to move on.
    Don’t judge another man,
    for a world of terrorism ,
    when he has felt the same pain as you.
    The justice of understanding, humility,
    and conscious shall be delivered,
    in the heart of spirit,
    but not the territory for which he lives.
    The caucus of a frame which our brothers,
    who have moved on.
    The body remain and the color of his skin,
    is transparent in Gods eyes.


    Don’t judge thy brother by another brothers dilemma,
    man is not responsible for where he live,
    and where he is born,
    and what color of skin, are his fathers gene.
    Terrorism, racism, bares the same scars, but man brings nothing ,
    over when he comes to the other side.
    We close our minds to the world of un just,
    we only recognize it when it has hit us.
    The lost of a love one,
    only those who have felt the pain,
    can understand, the losing of a dear love one ,
    man could never understand ,
    until it is standing in his own back yard.

    The passing souls has return ,
    and brought honor to thy God,
    Satin your days is numbered,
    you shall never claim Gods throne.
    Hope have mercy,
    war within my own back yard,
    darkness that hides behind the honor of code.
    Children , Women, Men,
    targeted as they were in the jungle,
    of raging beast.
    Proclaiming the source of peace which it stands.
    White outing truth, within the oh say can you see.
    Blessed is the eternal God. Advocate on Nations.
    Truth hidden in circles,
    deceiving the transformation of men.
    Mercy the human heart of man.
    Who lives in a vacuum of his own plans.


    Judge not your nation of people,
    within you serve,
    play not the fool who sits in waiting.
    Your damnations will be the lost of man.
    Love how mercy on the blind and the meek.
    Destructions at man’s own right hand.
    Wisdom who take counsel ,
    of the nations of the earth.
    Darkness shall be executed,
    within the nations of man,
    who tramples on Gods creations.
    Darkness behind justice which it stands.


    Proclaim messages I order to rise ,
    the source of peace shall preside.
    I the source of my own right hand.
    Battle fields in my own back yard.
    How can man proceed in the structure of conformity,
    when he lives as the beast in his own back yard.
    How can man cry humanities when he steals,
    kills, destroys, manipulates the nation ,
    ,
    he swore to pledge to and up stand .


    Copywriter 2002
     
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    yes yes yes !!! love this flow here
     
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    nice flow
     
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    this my sista was soothing and BEAUTIFUL :)
     
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    Very well stated. I really like how you touched on so many tragic things that all relate to the same end.

    I really like this work. I hope you don't mind I wrote a poem called Don't Judge.
    ==================

    " oh why must thy wait for a tragic,
    happening to acknowledge God "

    " Don’t judge another man,
    for a world of terrorism ,
    when he has felt the same pain as you.
    The justice of understanding, humility,
    and conscious shall be delivered,
    in the heart of spirit,
    but not the territory for which he lives. "

    " Don’t judge thy brother by another brothers dilemma,
    man is not responsible for where he live,
    and where he is born,
    and what color of skin, are his fathers gene.
    Terrorism, racism, bares the same scars, but man brings nothing ,
    over when he comes to the other side.
    We close our minds to the world of un just,
    we only recognize it when it has hit us. "

    =====================

    Don't Judge!

    When we come here, there is a plan.
    Rolled up tight, in the creators hand.
    As he opens, we start our way. The
    threads are black, and are gold some
    days. Let him finish opening his hand.
    Don't go around judging any man!
    Look at the work if you care,
    view our ways if you dare.
    The hand will close, and life is gone.
    Don't spend it caring... about
    what went wrong.
    Remember it's part of the master plan.
    Rolled up tight in the creators hand!
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thank you my brothers and sisters, hodee your words are written with such great powers. Thank you all
     
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