Message in the Early Morning

Message in the Early Morning Deep in time I think about it Why life spins along the axis of faith For once there's a call in the middle of the night, You stop and focus and wonder about the plight, For you never mean to hurt and you never mean to bother, All you try to do is ponder and ponder, what is it all about, what are we all doing here, Is it a magic connection or just a false interaction. You never really know how to think or how to act, because as a man we sometimes don't have much tact. So make an apology and try to be free. Hoping that she will forgive thee. So as I sit on the bed at this very hour, I will ponder some things before I take this shower. What is it all about. What is all about. For I have no idea but maybe I will find out. I am a blessed man because I have love and family, yet somehow I need more and that makes me learn in this academy. For maybe we'll meet and maybe we won't. Just hoping that a friendship will be just not enough. For I look for the time that I see her sweet smile and next, Who knows, we may walk a small mile. This was an impromptu little ditty unedited on my mobile device. Peace and Love everyone!!!!!

An Ode to the Title's of Love

I don't want to end up like Eleanor Rigby, I thought all I needed was love, but I know that it was yesterday that night turned into day. You know sometimes anything goes and sometimes it doesn't. I thought it would be so nice to come home to my love, but the stardust in her angel eyes was gone. Soon the autumn leaves will be here, and there will be an ill wind among us. But maybe, just maybe, there will be joy in spring and my shining hour will come. For all we know now is that it's summertime. It's too darn hot, but so what, i'll still make some sort of impression on you. Maybe until i'm blue and green in the face. I'll be in a sentimental mood the more i see you. No witchcraft can take that away from me, you make me want to fly to the moon, you make me feel so young again. I love you.

How could I love you again

How could I love you again?
Why in my dreams do I think of you?
Pardon my heart for the sin, of loving you once more.
There was a time when I knew.
That we'd be together for all time,
But now I know why it had to end,
My heart, no faith in you.....


Bridge comes next.

No sense, Just Blues

Part I
I sit here listening
Hearing the blues play over the waves
The suddenly I see a star
A bright and shiny star
In her eyes there is a star
Then all of a sudden she shuts her eyes
And there is total darkness
Until she smiles that bright smile
That moon is smiling like the river Nile.

Part II
You hear, you listen
You see the birds
What birds my friend
What birds he says
The birds above the womans head
I don't see no birds over there
Just look at the woman
You'll see, you'll see
Listen to them chirp
Listen to them sing
What tune they sing
What tune, what tune
The sound of lovers
Singing how high these blues

How high these blues,
Hmm.........
Or could it be How high this moon
With the sun overlapping
those angels eyes
I love the girl until I die

Part III
Could it be
Magic or Birds
or the Jordany
we soon go through.

The journey's long
The journey's short
We need the blues to make it work
It doesn't rhyme
It doesn't swing
Why should it matter
As long as it sings

So to summarize
My little poem
We make it sweet
Nice, Lovely and Warm

The FZ Blues

You think you love me
You really do
Poor little baby
I feel for you

You don't know how much
I've heard it before
My little sweetheart
You gotta do more

Why don't you show me
And tell me how you really feel


Oh my baby darling
You are so good to me
But at times you can be
So annoying you see

But I think I know how
You can prove it to me
And if you get it right
I may let you right in.

Why don't you show me
And tell me how you really feel

Lord Give me the Hope

Lord give me the hope and strength to know your peace
Where I can believe in joy and love in the world
Where all the people will treat each other with dignity
And our love will all become as one

I just want to cry and call out to you Jesus!
For when I see some sitting out on the streets
I ask you to help them with all their suffering moments
Let them be rich in mind and soul

Can we all be one and speak with conviction
Are we able to live as one humanity
For there is hope in truth and with our goals
Then all the meek and strong will be as one

Can we be free
Can we be free
Free with our hearts
Free with our soul
We want real peace
We want real freedom
Can we be free
With God and peace with thee??

Meditations, Quotes and Thoughts of Saalik Ahmad Ziyad

I believe I wrote these in 1999 or 2000 while I was sitting in the Boutell Memorial Concert hall listening to a choir sing. At this time I was sitting next to a lovely lady who was a great friend of mind and she really inspired me. So I was listening to the music and looking at her, and listening and looking and I just came up with these words. I haven't felt that inspired sense. But every once in awhile I think about that moment and her and come up with some good thoughts. It was always a good memory. I hope you dig my words.



"The greatness of music is the love and passion for humanity and human nature"

"I have seen his greatness, through love and devotion through the body and soul"

"It has been foreseen that the Lord has done great and he shall have the disciple follow through with song"

"It is therefore beseeched by the followers of Christ that they hear the true voice and music of our Lord"

She's gone from me!

In the morning when I wake, you're no longer there, Do i even care, my heart's done with you. All that I need is just to be free of you. it's no longer true. You had a hold unto my heart, but you let it go. Now I'm alone but I must move on. When I'll find another one who'll come to me. (new lyric of a song)

Here not Yet

At last the time has come when the silence is upon the night and beauty quakes in the sea of rawness. Out comes the one who has yet seen the light. For shall they see this bright beacon and welcome in this: peace is not a dream realized but it shall come forth like a righteous sword.

Beauty

Life and Love
I always think of the above
Wondering what is to come of it.
My heart is open
Even when broken

I lay it down
for soon it shall return
Alas I am here to love

In what whatever

You see the Cosmopolitan of this order of life is only controlled by the essence of you.
Happiness was a state of mind I used to guess.
But now with this order of confusion
It turns into something of an ordinary thing

It May not make much since now
But the flowers of April has the rain coming down
In the way of it all you see
For they know that there is some kind of love

Love of humanity
Love of peace
Love of nature
Love of character

The character of heart
The character of love
It's the feeling of the world
In this utopia of selflessness

The mistress of music
Is full of beauty
What doesn't make it
Can just fall away into the way

Sitting where the cold exists

As I sit here there is freezing rain,
I can no longer think of the positives of warmth
I try to think about that thing that helps me
But alas, it is no longer here

Love brought the way of the thing
For I saw her last night, and she inspired me
So when I think about her face, it brings me into a light of passion
The heat is here with her, even with all my luck running in

The looseness of losing that precious thing of hers,
She stands cool and collected like a Miles Davis
Only when that person yells at her does she feel irate
Why does it feel so intense

Her beauty is something that a man see's
When he forget's about himself
She's brings that sweetness and love
With her smile and her precious aura

Yes indeed I am inspired by you
Marie N is all about the swiftness of cool

You sang a song with a sunday kind of love
How that makes your voice so sultry
Doing a duet with you makes life a pleasure
For your heart is pure with honey

For the friend that I love
Is just so much, too much sweet,
She will swing that jazz all around
For that voice is beautiful of love

I could go on and on about you
But just seeing your face reminds me of who I am
I don't know how, but it does
Takes away my chillness of a heart and warma it up into the sun.



Dedicated to the heart of K.M.N

Damn Beautiful Lady: Fine as Day

Tonight was a night in which I met her. I mean when I first saw her I knew. Didn't know how or didn't know when, but I did know that I had to talk to her. When I finally did, I knew, she knew it was all good. She had tall silky legs with a body to match. Damn I was there ready to be emerged in her. She was a smooth lady who seemed like she could drip for hours. This lady here in question that I speak of is so oh, so oh,damn, damn, damn. As I go into the club I see her again. What should I do? When should I spin. The wheel is going around in my mind. Trying to get the strength to pick up my ass and go to her. I dreamt of this woman one time ago. This beautiful black woman, this time right here. I think of nothing but the pureness of her lips pressing up against mine. So full, so sweet, so damn, damn, damn!

The Paint Box by Tali Shurek, Age 13, Beer Sheva

I didn't write this but i like this poem


The Paint-Box

I had a paint-box
Each color glowing with delight;
I had a paint-box with colors
Warm and cool and bright.
I had no red for wounds and blood,
I had no black for an orphaned child,
I had no white for the face of the dead.
I had no yellow for the burning sands.
I had orange for joy and life,
I had green for buds and blooms,
I had blue for clear bright skies.
I had pink for dreams and rest.
I sat down
and painted
Peace


Tali Shurek, Age 13, Beer Sheva

Someday has come

Hello
My name is Saalik.
I have a few things that I would like to say.
I am not a Nigger nor a Negro
Nor a color from the box.
I am a man.
I am a man that wants respect.
I am a man that gives respect at all times
This day I want to tell you
That no more will I except
Your disrespect, your intolerance and your injustice
From now on you will call me by my name.
I will not be called a boy.
I will not be called a nigger.
Everyone thinks that I’m a boy.
Everyone thinks that they know me.

I tell you here now that only God knows me
Why must you disrespect my family
Why must you disrespect my sista’s
It’s true that I myself haven’t paid attention
To what’s beenreally going on in the world.
But now, some monster has awoken me
To see the real life light.

Life – Light huh!
Well let me tell you something
Just because I don’t speak ebonics
Doesn’t mean I’m not black.
Just because I like the whole rainbow of women.
Doesn’t mean I’m not black!

What is it about all this shit and racism
That people have in their bodies.

It’s a demon!

Whoa I don’t get it. Whatever man.

When you hold your head up high
Why do people think you look down to them.

You’re not looking down it just seems that way.
It’s like the Matrix man. It’s cool and I don’t know.

I mean when you love yourself what does that mean?
It’s an interpretation of a masturbation of the hipness.

Hip is cool
I go to school
I want to learn
Not be a fool

There’s just not enough!

The Way

Love is just a doorway away.
When you wake up and see
You’ll find true love.
And it will be a brand new day.
For you see that love is the key to all
Human Nature.

Beauty

Your beauty is breath taking in the eyes of men.
When I look into your eyes I am Lost in a field of passion.
The passion of your heart speaks volumes of rhythm.
The rhythm is swinging with that funkness of soul.
Your soul is a spirit unknown to them.
Them that are men who knows of no beauty.
Beauty and peace is a quietness of your aura.
The aura that speaks of peace and nature.

Saalik Ahmad Ziyad
May 19, 2005

Lonely womnan 

Bitterness

Am I a bitter man?

What would I be bitter for?

For being young sometimes fails to understand.

The way it is with life and the way it is with me.

I feel no love from up above.

Yet deep in my consicousness I know she does.

Does what I say with love today?

Go away, go away, unless you can pay

I've paid with my heart and with my soul.

The music that I felt is no longer in control.

Of my life and my passion

Maybe I will find some fashion

In this small little thing

In this small but yet big little world.

Which exsists beyond

With my heart attached

On my shoulder it once sat

Till it got crushed with the fact

Of love and it's exsistence

Is merely an act of torture

Not tortue of my soul

But torture of the kindred

Spirit unknown to me

In the midst of this angst

Must I, Shall I, will I

Ever love again?

Was I ever really in this love

of hypnotic torture?

This bird has taken my hurt and soul

Away with it. Away with her.

For I am a writer of immense porpotions.

Is that not the word to describe distortion.

For I always do, pick the wrong shoe.

Only from inside will I ever know the truth