Poetry, New Mind Development Reflections

      Inspired by the wisdom of Imam W Deen Mohammed

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The Forces of Nature and New birth

                                     Sept 30, 2004

The Forces of Nature consuming the four corners of American and its castrated "Reproduction Organ" State. Blowing doubt up into the earth’s atmosphere, like hanging chads on a windy day. Floods surged from the tears of the last unofficial results.

False rulers concealing their existence from the reality of the time.

Hiding out in the hollows of Mt. St. Helens, while it rumbles of indigestion, after consuming sweet and sour, throwing up its burden as Starbucks and the IMF looks on in dismay, Anticipating the flow of hot lava...latte.

The earth quake shakes warnings of an inevitable separation of truth and falsehood. Leaving weeds to be consumed by faulty, fault lines, north and south.

Strong violent winds blowing up loose non-productive dust in swirls. Blocking out the light of the sun and the scenic, Purple Mountains Majesty.  Its residue settling on the Corn Belt plains of the Middle American heartland. Yielding two ears to a stalk, of which the consuming World Bank have already laid claim to the harvest. Rising emotions among migrant sharecropper, while expressing concern from unjust owners, for their Amber Waves of Grain.

                            Sexism

When the unnatural commeralized woman

Becomes true to her beautiful true natural self

Then would the scientific world be forced to record

A new perception of the Universe

And peace will be restored on Earth

Then will the great thinkers come to their final conclusion that:

“G-d never created a Man’s World, He created a balance

                      Conscience Prayer                                                                             

                                                                   9/5/04

Those who pray five times a day                                             becomes conscience all day long.   

Conscience prayer makes one aware, of the oneness of their Lord.

Stand Up Straight and don't be late,

be upright in your soul.

Bow At The Waist, avoid the haste ,

be humble, be not bold

Prostrate and wait— for goodness sake,

Submission – is your role

The ritual way, prepares the way,

to the purity of your soul.

The Liberated Watermelon

Dec 31, 2004

Black, Red and Green, stands out as a sign of the earth giving birth to a liberated mind. From the rich black clay, through an umbilical vine. Contained in the womb of a watermelon rind.

The black seed, giving life to a word of divine. Mountain pure water; knowledge and wisdom, of a spiritual kind.

Contained in the heart, suggested to the mind, where clear understanding, reveals itself in time.

Freedom, Justice and Equality, Is the ultimate find. Red, Ripe, Sweet and Juicy. A definite sign of the original mind.

My Three Journeys To Hell

Knowing neither the blessing of heaven nor the function of my heart. My first ex in hell was a complete joy; satisfying my every carnal desire while putting my curiosity to rest.

On my second visit, I was introduced to my conscience by my conscience. Our conversation caused me much pain and misery. My friend called my attention to the selfishness of my desires; living only for self-interest and pleasure. Becoming conscience of my actions caused even greater pain in my heart. The pressure of living with that kind of pain made me a suffering servant of the leaders of hell. My conscience later introduced me to my free will, free will gave me the opportunity to except a state of heaven or remain under the trials of the state of hell.

On my final visit, my positive choice brought me to awareness and put me in a state of ease. This blessing of inner peace; I now relate it to G-D breathing his breath of spirit into my soul and when I have submitted and given myself to the creator of my original design, I found complete and natural peace.

Even when Satan turned up the heat of hell in defense, and the fiery flames intensified all around me, seeking to burn out the sensitive of my heart, I still maintained peace.

My journey allowed me to know my total self within my negative and positive self and its control and balance, working in harmony to survive the torment of my blazing state of mind.

As for today...... I continue my journey seeking a higher a perception of life, so

heaven can be established where hell once roamed free.

Signed, The Traveler                                                         

11/21/05

Strong Community

 8/8/05

Strong communities strengthen gradually, over time.

Like the tough, tight shell                                                 which preserves the freshness of a Georgia Pecan.     

                        A Poet Under Pressure

Singing His Song

A gun in his left hand and a mike in his right, hustling on the corner in the middle of the night. Where the negative influence, destroys the human sight.

Bang, bang, bang! Is the music of the night, dancing to the rhythm of the dance of the night. Bang, bang, bang! Rat-a-tat-tat!.... BANG! A flash in the night, restores the human sight

The “Koran” in the ghetto, the five senses turned on

From out of the ghetto, a poet is born

With the beats in the background he's singing its song

It may be hard, It may be strong, but the reality of the story most certainly, is not wrong

He didn't get rich by way of his wrong, his richness came by the reality of his song. The first level of development is where you are at, your reality; Originality, where human potential is at. Not low down in the gutter like a dog or a rat.

Motivated by The Word and The Spirit breathed into the soul, your movement forward, becomes humble not bold

Eliminate flight, when you develop Insight, follow the Logic and you know you are right, your total Expression comes straight from the heart, some call it a condition, some call it G-d and Law and Order is the balance of the day. And Justice and Equality is the natural way.

On the streets of New York a poet is born, from the darkness of ignorance to a Rational song.                         

                                                                   11/13/05

                               Michelle

Tall black and confident, full lip earthly smile

Chin up, shoulders back

The posture of an African Noble Woman

But, of African American common stock

A contribution to the World.          2010

1492

                                                  JULY 26, 2004

 The fullness of the sunlit moon.

Contrasted by black, contrasted sky.

The high tide waves from foreign shores.

Crashing land with mighty roars.

The frigid winds fill canvas sails, on squeaking mass, of polished oak.

Which push the ships through ocean gails.

Where the evidence of death is permanently veiled.

Through the middle passage, with life for sale.

"Black Skin Cargo Fill The Hole. To The Highest Bidder The Lot is Sold."

The ocean reflects the moon lit beam.

While the rising sun is barely seen.

Sea birds peach on gusts of wind,

To guide the way for, “Wiser men".

Navigating, "Where no man have been."

The foreign invaders, of pirate bands,

Swords and muskets in their hands.

They sail the seas to conquer land.

To steal the wealth and spill the blood of the native man.

And history bears witness that this is true.

Spain, Italy, the Moors, The Jew.

From fourteen hundred and ninety two.

The ocean waters are no longer blue.

And only G-d can see you through.

In nineteen hundred and seventy five.

We must confess, man was blessed, he did survive.

For all the rest, they passed the test.

And The Sun Now Is Shining In The West

                   NIGGERRECTION

                                                2009

Burying the word “Nigger” in a “N-word” grave

Takes only a little imagination and a small

Shovel to resurrect the “Nigger from it’s

Shallow resting place.

           PASSIVE RESISTANCE

                                                     8/13/09

The term, Passive Resistance is likened to;

An elderly man trying to have sex without Viagra.

             South Asian Tsunami

                                                        12/26/2004

Shifting tectonic plates on murky Indian Ocean’s floor, a warning, upsetting sea life’s balance at sea, while fishermen seek their bounty along costal area shorelines, unwarned.

Ocean sharks built-in natural warning systems, recording the potential nine point zero before it registered on the International Richter Scale.

Powerful underwater shock wave’s built up energy, separating the earth’s floor to the level of the Tsunami’s maximum wave height.

The earthquake’s epic center, draws water away from recreational shorelines over 3,000 miles away. Consumed by its gapping crack and dispersing the overflow back into a 360º degree tsunami, 500 miles per hour, without warning.

Twenty foot water walls hit shores with crushing blows. While Europeans vacationing in one thousand dollar a night beach front accommodations. Enjoying the early morning sun, on white sandy beaches, hit by the full wave’s force and drawn out to sea along with their one dollar a day local servants of which tsunami make no distinction.

A brief calm returns scattered island birds along with unsuspecting curious spectators in shock, witnessing the return of the second death strike, accompanied by supporting surge upon surge. Reducing resistance to rubble and life to death.

Children drowning in drowning mother’s arms, the strong struggle for life while the feeble give way to their weakness. Family fishing boats becomes obstacles of destruction against defenseless foes. Village homes and possessions pushed inland by powerful persistent surge, with accommodating under currents.

The expended energy runs its course…gradually recedes, slowly revealing Mother Nature’s mission of destruction!

Blank stares unregister on the mind…expressed from the heart. Death littered landscapes, shrouded bodies preserved in dry ice, in preparation for identification and funeral rites.

Unbearable death stench, open communal graves disinfected, while the civil war is put on hold.

Bewilderment, shock and disbelief registers on the living…and then fear…and then pain…and then reality…and gradually hope.

The unselfish generosity of the international man for his fellow man lends hope of a brighter day.

Contaminated ground water, five gallon water cans in hand, water purifying equipment in route via C-130 U.S.A Desperate people in orderly food lines, anticipating MRE’s. Traditional cloth for tribal clothing wraps…designer styles from western states.

The principles which govern human life remain intact. The pillars accommodating new growth are stronger than ever. The only house left standing, the house of G-D, stands out firmly as a sign of the original nature in man and his human purpose on earth.

The voice of nature speaks to the mind of man, the good and the evil, in the same breath. While nature’s hand carries out the command. With perfect justice.

                   LIFE WITHOUT PAIN

                                                                    4/10

I prayed continuously to G-d, to relieve my aching pain,

Yet the pain persisted, even more severe with each request.

So I began to pray for strength to bear my suffering.

And the latter proved to be more rewarding than the former.

For what is life without pain?

                               Nature Walk

                                                                 06/09

The rich scent of Jasmine,, enhancing the dense aroma of rich black soil,  held in place by an early morning dew, blending with sweet fragrant of apple blossoms, on a gentle wind.

The sound of humming bird’s wings, pursuing sweet flower nectar, satisfying their passion while pollinating new life.

Flights of black nesting birds preparing for flight, towards instincts destination.

Boll wevils threatening unpicked cotton fields, while being threatened by modern day extermination technology.

Pure sweet honey nectar, from organic clover fields. Harvested by the natural curiosity of the Africanized domestic honey bees social colony, benefitting man and beast.

Minds engaging nature, nature engaging minds.

                           Nature Walk

                                                                   06/09

The rich scent of Jasmine,, enhancing the dense aroma of rich black soil,  held in place by an early morning dew, blending with sweet fragrant of apple blossoms, on a gentle wind.

The sound of humming bird’s wings, pursuing sweet flower nectar, satisfying their passion while pollinating new life.

Flights of black nesting birds preparing for flight, towards instincts destination.

Boll weevils threatening unpicked cotton fields, while being threatened by modern day extermination technology.

Pure sweet honey nectar, from organic clover fields. Harvested by the natural curiosity of the Africanized domestic honey bees social colony, benefitting man and beast.

Minds engaging nature, nature engaging minds.

        JAHALIYAH: THE DARK SOCIETY

8/01/2009

It is totally impossible for natural human beings

To live their human potential in an unnatural society;

A world of darkness, controlled by unnatural people.

“The light must be turned on”!                            

                              Read

                             01/22/06

The Holy Qur'an. what G-d said; must be read

The Holy Spirit, the angle Jabril, came down to Muhammad with a message.

TO READ and study the essence of the spiritual seed.

In the universal pattern, all things are one, for the benefit of mankind in the light of the sun.

To establish a model for everyone.

Read into the nature of what the Creator created.

The systems of knowledge are interrelated.

The universal wisdom is to be interpreted.

Read in the name of the creator of mind. Which engages the creation and came from behind. Benefiting man to study his signs and raised to the top of

creation in time.

Read with the name of your creator and take heed, your sacrifice and obedience will satisfy your needs and follow the guidance in word and in deed.

       For the guidance of G-d is for those who can Read.

          john nashid

CYMBAL - ISM

The warm conflicting cool evening breeze

Cymbalizing… spontaneous smooth sounds of yesterday's pass

While reflecting on the reality of today’s groove

 Exposing the falsehood and deceptions of the time

A Cymbal of… small smoke filled cafe's, giving way to

Free open expressions of incarcerated thought

Bouncing idea's off of nature’s perfect acoustic design

Developing a systemic system of knowledge

In the form of a universal composition, in perfect harmony

Dedicated to the memories of The Founding Fathers of:

"Innovative Spontaneous Reaction."

As the bebop master, Dizzy Gillespie looks on

The great John Coltrane's inner vision projection

Gives light to the foundation of free range perception

Consumed by the free mind of the late Miles Davis

His range escaping the boundaries established by the

Strong rymthm direction of Art Blakey

Cymbalically... Regaining control and a new platform for

 Further reflection and discussion

Observing the Cymbalic... Image of Charlie Parker

Frozen in 35 mm black and white, frame…semi gloss

Ron Carter on stand up bass… keeping pace.

While avoiding the electrifying effects of the new school and censorship

The captivating piano solo of, Thelonious Monk

Maintaining the integrity of the composition

While expanding the environment for greater clarity and expression

  jazz:bebob                                                 Aug.26,200

Seeds

Life provides freely in abundance; The Fig. As for THE OLIVE, One must concentrate.

            Life to the Dead

41 Shots to the Black-man’s head

Brought to the land of the spiritual dead

The Black-man fell in the vestibule…..”Dead”

The vestibule splattered with the blood and the lead

The murder’s lied by the story they said

While the people on the street sleep in their bed

41 Shots to the black-man’s head, 41 shots whiles they sleep in their bed

The people they rally to give support to the “Dead”

The eyewitness account was unable to spread

The media story is as the murderer’s said

The case in the court is a day we all dread

FREE!!! From the murder of the Black- man “Dead”

41 shots to the Black-man’s head, FREE!!! from the murder of the Black-man “Dead”

The Mother’s they cry from their heart’s for their “Dead”

The Father he-recites from Qur’an his eyes red

“Family come together for Janazah”, he said

The dead son buried in land of…..THE LIFE

While The Life of the land gives Life to the “Dead”

While The Life of the land gives Life to the “Dead”

                                               Febuary  1999                      

COMMENTARY:

This poem is a depiction of the story of Amadou Diallo’s death.

I have used the story of Amadou Diallo to try to draw a description of an even more serious problem , which had affected most of the citizens of the world.

Forty-one (41) represents four hundred (400) plus years of the African Americans History as slaves and dependents. The African American’s 400 year history is a prototype and worse case sinerio of all other cases and must be studied. Forty-one (41) shots is speaking about the 400 plus years of the enemies of G-D, casting falsehood at truth until the truth was knocked out of the brain.

Black in this case represents original, all creation starts in darkness and evolves into light.

The Black Mans Head – is that original mind or the leadership of man. The head of our Father Adam, which all humans are a part. This natural head, Or original mind is the head which follows the guidance of G-D and rejects Satan, when it’s in its natural form. The shots to the head is designed to destroy the original mind and make it an unnatural servant of Satan and remain in the dark (black).

The Land of the Spiritual Dead- is a land of spiritual darkness. This land provides no spiritual enlightenment. It is the proper environment to keep the original mind dead. Darkness comes to light by inspiration.

A VESTIBULE is a small hallway or compartment outside of the entrance to the Main part of the house. The enemies of G-D created this “vestibule community” Outside of their main house, to keep control over the minds of the vestibule residents.

So, the original mind fell dead, (inactive) in this small cramped, non productive vestibule environment with no room for growth and development. On Friday and Saturday nights the “vestibule communities are splattered with blood and lead. Splattered blood represents pain, suffering, and death . The lead is a poison material, if its mixed with blood , the blood will become poison. This combination of blood mixed with poison lead, creates abstract death forms, painted all over the “vestibule communities”.

Death forms, suggest death to the mind “As a man think , so is he”. The heart pumps blood to the brain, the blood, nourishes the brain If the blood is pure , it functions as G-D intended. If the blood is poison it will kill the heart and the brain and the individual will die.

The poisoning of the “vestibule communities”  residents has killed the mind and the sensitivity of its residents, while destruction, suffering and death is taking place all around them, the people on the street are asleep. They act as if nothing happened (dead).

The people who rally to give support to the dead are the leaders of the people of The street. They are emotional leaders, who wake up the people emotionally when they are present, but when they leave, the people go back to sleep. This is because the leadership is also dead. They lead protest marches with emotional slogans, like “No Justice No Peace” “Fired Up – Won’t Take It No More” etc. Their

support is always after the fact. “Can the dead lead the dead”

The eye witness account to the truth are the victims, who fell mentally dead in the vestibule. The truth was unable to be spread because of their state of mind.

The media’s story always seems to back the story of those responsible for murder In the “vestibule”, because “dead witnesses, don’t talk.” The media rushes to the scene, even before the people’s leadership, so they could document the case for the next part of the system “THE COURT”.

The case in the court is a dreadful day for the poor defenseless. The media sensitizes

the pubic to except the results of the courts justice system, which is suppose to be blind and balanced. But the system has only one eye, which causes, it to be unbalanced in to many cases. The justice system poisons the community with injustice. It poisons the very heart of the community. The court, justice systems large appetite is feed with money, ask Simpson.

FREE! Free from control or power of another. Free from the murder of the mentally dead. The verdict; “NOT GULITY”!!!… The message from the court—”You have the freedom to murder in the Vestibule, because the residents have neither  money nor power to defend themselves”

The power and wealth of “The people’s leadership” comes from the power and wealth of “The System” they serve. (Cadillac, BMW, vs The A-Train) This so called leadership has been sucking the poison blood of their people for many years. Their impure hearts allow them to live off of poison blood.

From their hearts the mothers cry for the dead The Mother is the heart of the community; The Mother is the sensitivity of the community. The Mother cries from her feelings, for what she sees every day in the vestibule community. In the vestibule community many women are without husbands, without true leadership. This is like saying, the mind and heart in the body is separated.. The heart is not pumping blood up to the brain, which causes a stroke, and the brain is not returning the blood to the heart, which causes a heart attack. The vestibule community has been suffering from pity and spiritual heart attacks and strokes ever since they came to the land of the spiritual dead.

The man/mind is unable to support the woman/womb of mind because the small vestibule community is not adequate to produce the proper growth and development needed to become an independent leader and supporter. In other words this environment lacks the proper resources to produce the proper mind to take the leadership role.

Welfare and handouts are tools of “The System” to keep the residents dead. An animal needs the range of many square miles of forest to survive and produce It’s leadership. What about a mind?

The heart (emotional) Mother, needs the support of the mind (rational) Father. The mothers cry emotionally for their dead sons, but emotional responds is not the solution. There must be a sound rational response. The people’s leadership also offers a non-productive emotional response to the problem. That is the reason for dealing with the same problem in the vestibule over and over in the same emotional manner. “No Justice, No Peace” – “I’m fired up, won’t take it no more” and on and on and on.

The Father He Recites from Quran, his eyes red. Out of the mercy of Allah, the leadership of the community is beginning to form. Because of the knowledge of the Holy Quran, coming into the community. The Fathers emotions (red eyes) are controlled by the rational knowledge he received from Quran. The faith In G-D begins to enter the heart and give guidance to the mentally dead mind. Although he cried for his son until his eyes were red, his reason now rules over his emotions.

I have been asked many times by people in the system and by people who service the interest of “The System”, “Why are so many young black men coming into Al-Islam” (Reading The Quran)? It is as if ”The System” sense the lost of a valuable slave and servant. Like the story of Bilal, the slave. The removal of the burden from his chest; a stone placed there by his “masters”, which did gall his heart and then calling the people to ONE G-D, freely calling the people to G-D. After the burden was removed.

The Mother and Father have united and called the family and the community to come together for a common concern. Just like when the heart and mind works together the entire community of the self benefits.

The family was called everyone to come together to perform janazah or prayer for the dead. To put the mental and spiritual dead to rest. The janazah prayer was performed in the land of the spiritual dead, and the son was buried in the land where life began. The rich mother land. Land of the Life. The mentally dead son’s mind was buried in the rich life giving word of G-D in the Holy Qur’an.

As the life in the rich earth, gives life to a dead seed, and makes it productive., The rich life in the word of G-D; gives life to the mentally dead, and makes it Productive.

PRAISE BE TO ALLAH (G-D)

john nashid. 1999 

        Death to the Life

                                                     12/06

After 41 shots to the Blackman’s head.

50 shots were fired to make sure he was dead.

31 shots from a white officer’s gun.

After 19 shots from the minorities were done.

They shot him in the head; they shot a mother’s son

And he reloaded his gun before his partners could run

And to cover their plan,

They said “A fourth man ran with a gun in his hand.”

But all they could find was a ring and a band.

And death to a family at the murder’s hand.

Two months later…Three of the clan,

Were indicted “in this land”.

Twenty five to life is the peoples demand.

And as for the two, they expect a review.

To study the facts before the family could sue.

On April 25^th, two thousand and eight; remember that date.

In New York City, racism and perpetual hate

Made a decision which sealed their fate.

“Innocent of Murder” the judge, he did state.

But, justice will come at the appropriate date;

Divine intervention that is their fate.

Trust G-d and wait.

                  21 Shots

                                      05/10

21 shots killed an African American Muslim Imam

Federal Agents raided with guns in their hands

And a police dog was quickly disbanded,

At the agent’s command.

His body was riddled, no reason at hand,

Simply the “War on Terror” is justification in this land.

A community servant in his Muslim style dress.

Which distinguishes his presence from all of the rest

Feeding his people was what he loved best, in the streets

Of Detroit and not at a desk.

A leader in prayer, a servant of G-d, in the city of

Detroit, where living is hard.

Will justice prevail for this servant of G-d?

After the federal government completes its review

We question the court on what it will do

Prison, freedom, or who can we sue/

But, in the court of Allah, justice is true.

For the Muslims, the Christians, the Atheist and Jew.

           Another Blackman Dies

                                              2010                                                   

Beautiful Westchester County; the town of Mt. Pleasant                                                                                    

Where the tension you feel

Where gun shots penetrated, a victim’s windshield

Murdering the driver, sitting behind the steering wheel

And wounding his friend, thank G-d he will heal!

But what about their families, just how do they feel?

A football rally, the night before the game

An American tradition, for glory and fame

But not in this case; it was Pace vs. Race

And the details of the story, they still have to face

They murdered this man and tried to switch the blame

We say it’s a shame, but as long as we allow it

WE, have to take the blame

Develop a strategy and fight for our men

An emotional response against power, surely won’t win

The people in authority are responsible, for their sin

They murder our children and we call them our friend

Twenty five (25) years in prison, is the time they should spend

They have (48) hours of silence… to make their story jive

They investigate their own… to fill in the lies                                                                                           

And while we are waiting… ANOTHER BLACKMAN DIES

    MEMORIES OF THE SOUTH FROM THE NORTH

Memories of strolling through the woods on a hot summer day

Down the dirt road where us kids use to play;

Through the fields of corn where my mama was born,

Past the old mill where the grain bags were filled and the hound dogs lay still.

Near the big oak where “The Nigger Was Hung;" Where the crosses once burned by cowardly men.

Where the little church sits from the days of old,

Where the music was bold............. funky and soul.

The Friday night fish fry, a community bond,

Corn bread, sweet potatoes and hopping johns.

The scent of honey suckles lifted our frowns,

From the effects of slavery still lingering around.

The weeping willow, unlike you and me was unable to flee

Casting dark shadows from the horror it did see.

In the " white folks" homes we did clean, cook and mop.

With their left-over biscuits, our gravy we did sop.

Picking their cotton, tobacco and seasonal crop,

While the land of" the Negro” was a continuous flop.

The Saturday night juke joint, far out of the way,

Gave us the opportunity to relax, release and play.

The strong corn drink in pint mason jars,

The saxophone sound moving bodies around.

The sensual dancer in her form fitting dress

Revealing her body especially her breasts.                                   '

Sweating profusely till the band was at rest, sweating profusely till she had to say Yes!

The church bells ring on Sunday morn,

To awaken “Black Sinners “with fiery scorn!

That" Jesus was born to die for your sins;”

That," that white Jesus “is god.... the lord of all men.

And the cycle of slavery starts over again

And the cycle of slavery MUST COME TO AN END.

                                                            Jan 28, 2004

                   "i am, Therefore I Think”

                                                  3/10/07

“i am, Therefore I Think”.

Thank G-d that I was blessed to feel something

In my soul, before I was introduced to

The philosophers.

                    WHEAT OR TARE

                                          3/09

If you are in doubt as to the nature

Of the essence of the seed you are

Planting, in season.

How would you be able to identify its

Value at harvest time?

Is it wheat? Or is it tare?

The Spirit of Freedom

                                                                                                                                                                              4/11/05

Human life takes the form of the state of its heart, by left or right ventricles.

It is the spirit of freewill which inspires life’s Freedom.

                                                                                                                               John

Sunflower Worship

                                                                                            4/10/05

The sunflower plant

Turns its face

In the direction

Of the morning sun,

Before its seeds are eaten.