A Muslim boy with a clock
Is seen as a terrorist with a glock
Maybe i'm right, maybe i'm wrong
But if he were White, Asian, Hispanic or even Pacific Islander
Nobody would of suspected anything.
When are we going to stop fearing an entire race for only a portion radical and illogical ways of treating others?
I don't tolerate people who behead others if they don't agree with their religion
I don't agree with the repressive governments that control everyone and stone them for minor misdemeanors
There are good men out there fighting this evil that has plagued their homelands
I'm all for ending terrorism of all kinds
But let's stop terrorism of innocents too
Sure, i'm afraid of what the radicals will do to their own people, my people and the rest of the world
But i'll be dammed if i treated somebody from the Middle East like a monster when i don't even know who they are
If it wasn't for a Middle Eastern girl
The Syrians girls wouldn't have an improved education
If it wasn't for a Middle Eastern man fending off the Taliban and risking his entire village to keep Marcus Littrell alive
He would of been KIA a long time ago.
What about the ones who fought and died for America?
Nobody ever mentions them
The media wants me to hate them all, but i laugh and shake my head
Warped minds trying to warp others
I only see the ones who want to do us harm, and the ones who want to live peacefully and away from a life of hell
Brothers and sisters, just a different culture and skin color
I'm sorry if America seems racist or hateful, but i'm proud to be the one who throws those two words in the trash
Because i'm not afraid to speak my mind
And i welcome everyone here
America is everyone's home.
If only the Soviet Union never invaded Afghanistan
If only the people were not scared
To be free like America.
Unity for all,
Religious differences and Cultures alike.
I hope one day a Muslim man or Woman can walk down an American street without being labeled as a terrorist.
I hope one day these repressive governments fall into the hands of democracy
And we start the Age of Unity again.

"An evening of cool air surrounded by stars, evil
strolled the streets, and found himself in black folks arms.
They took him in as all believers would do.
Not knowing of his intentions, never knowing the Devils due.
He praised the Lord as the scriptures were being read.
His insides were of fire, as he thought of them being dead.
The hour had passed. It was all he could take.
Pulling out his weapon. It was a big mistake.
For the damage was done, nine laid in their blood.
Evil footsteps of blood running like a raging flood.
600 miles later he was stopped in flight.
Charleston in it's pain would not give up this fight.
Blacks and Whites have gathered to mourn hand and hand.
The Devil brought them together thinking they would leave
God's Promised Land.
All Good will come out of Evil. Something The Devil
will never know.
Yet, Charleston has it's believers with God's Love... It
will always show."

sometimes the end of a road seems to draw near
and the discernment needed to follow a new road seems distant
so you throw up a few prayers for direction and wait to see how they all fall out;
One things for sure, your prayer will be answered, even if you think the one you pray to seems oblivious, expect to be surprised, every time.

Nearly twenty years ago
I can't believe time flies
When all I had upon my mind
Was thoughts of getting high

I never understood my mom
Popping pills at tea
or How my grandpa polished
off a case a day, no, three

Not wanting to become insane
or Die diseased so early
I decided at a legal age
To smoke the ****, for surely

of All the places in the states
Just one said do it legally
I packed my bags and set out for
Mendocino County

I took my time, such a long ride
on 80 from New Jersey
Enjoyed the sights but, flew no kite
Still, made my travels worthy

The California National Guard
and the DEA
Set up a post to check all cars
in/out of the county

It took a couple hours then
For them to inspect me
I must admit here that this greet
Did make me feel uneasy

They made it very clear to me
That I could smoke' the ****
Just don't try to take it out
of Mendocino County

I said "Okay!"  They said "Drive Safe"
I buckled ; drove away
I drove along the two-lane road
Admittedly Amazed

I turned a corner , hit the brakes
There was in front of me
A farmer man, who did tell me
Get out, you have to learn the ****

I abided easily
to learn most all or everything
I could so one day I could be
An expert in Weedology

I spent nearly a week or two
Finding out all that I could
But, I was high and this did lead
to some info misunderstood

I learned cultivation, irrigation
debugging plants by spraying pepper
Planting, pruning, a beginner
But, after time, I did get better

Then one day after a cup
of morning Bhang, I did awake
Then moseyed on to brighter pastures
****** alone, I was quite baked

Would you believe ; I can't believe
A girl I knew from New Jersey
A ***** from Hawthorne she despised me
This feeling was so mutually

After I escaped her grip
And fed her some more bitter lip
I took my bag, it was a lid
and slowly rolled another spliff

I found a house to my amaze
It said "For Rent" read in my haze
I paid the rent/security
Pulled out a blunt, began to blaze

There was no time that I remember
From months of May through to September
That I wasn't high all day
I knew I had to move away

****, (the grass) grown everywhere
Just pick some off, feel better, there
No one left out of the haze
Everybody there did blaze

I got so bored, I was so teased
Stop it!  Stop it!  Stop it, please!
I can't be ****** all' of the time
Oh, shut up and smoke more of this ****

I could not take it anymore
I closed the house and shut the door
All the smoke I once adored
Soon became all such a bore

I packed my bags and said goodbye
To all my stoner friends still high
I headed north to Oregon
To grow tomatoes, seemed like fun

Twenty years now have been spent
Remembering those cronies
Those mendacious merchant mendicants
of Mendocino County

I listened
And eagerly
I learned more about myself from seeing my past,
My face in the mirror
Showed me I'm no longer a little girl, my aging year's
Have brought me tears
And all my fears
In the end,
Always last.

A light has faded
A voice gone silent
A hope is ended
A life now spent

The dreams are gone
The visions closed
The curtain drawn
The life reposed

That presence lost
That joy now ceased
That bridge was crossed
That life released

But love lives on
It will not cease
This life so short
Is now at peace
BOEMS BY JA 220

I'm not the type
To slip her bra and
******* off for some
One night escapade.
I have more technique,
A woman clean and boutique,
Sophisticated, not some broad
I'm a treasure, something better
Not Mrs **** for your playing with,
I'm not some mistress, not your Maud.
Strip of me of my dignity once shame on me.
Do it again, I will not pretend, I will have to show you the hand
When I leave.

You are the oppurtunities you need.
You are the miracles you seek.
You are the stars you're trying to reach.
You are the proclamations you speak.

You are the treassure you're trying to find.
You are the mountains to climb.
You are whatever you decide.
Because God resides in you

we always speak of forgiveness
does it really exist?
we say we forgive each other
then we make a fist

i could say i'm sorry
one hundred million times
but the stain still remains
inside of our minds

maybe up in heaven
is the only place it lives
we can try with all our might
but only God forgives

Dear you.
I will not give your name any power
by repeating it.
You are just you
and nothing more.
I honestly feel bad for you,
you must be suffering
to steal a girl's innocence
for your own sick pleasure.
Dear you,
I will overcome you.

I am feeling better the
Last few day's, thought
Provoking, I'm no longer
Choking, I'm breathing
Better in the future's haze.
I stayed silent now I'm ok
Because I speak my Spanish
Mind. If I was ignorant then,
I no longer am, I am my maker's
Design. So take down this note.
Take it note to self, we have free will
To be happy and still, depend on your
Creator.
Not nobody else.