OBLIVIOUS

Had I known I would never be able to go back to Xaawo Taako
I would have pled with mr. H to excuse mr. D and vice versa
Had I known of the fate that awaited us all
I would have pilgrimaged us all to safe haven
Had I known AK-47 would set havoc in my birthland
I would have assasinated mr. Kalashnikov at birth
Had I known our women would be widowed
I would have killed their gun-totting hubbies prematurely
Had I known we would be stripped-off our nationhood
I would have aborted these fools from the wombs of motherhood
Had I known they would rumble Somalia into rubble
I would have told my fore-fathers not to adorn Her well
had I known remittance would the only chance to living
I would have re-admitted my whole nation into the psychiatric ward
Had I known there would no peace to ease my pain
I would have introduced herbs into my veins
Had I known Falls Church(virginia) would home me in permanence
I would have taken fall from buurta Daallo in my homeland
In my home country
when it rains, it pours down bullets.

I am not the best journaler when it comes to documenting thoughts. It usually starts off with slow,passive tempo and ends with sudden head-rush.The above piece is a product of such process.I have not faintest idea how it started, but the recent events in Xamar presented perfect opportunity to proceed along.I might choose to add few other bars as events develop and yet war lay ruins in our land.
It seems as if your mind awaits for the most inconvenient time to unleash few wise words,if any at all; as my body readied for sleep, my mind pondered and decided to spit the last portion of the above piece.

-Che Cirro

Purple State Of Mind

As I laid my head on the barjin
and rummaged through my mind's abyss for stanza
and struggle to find diction
Word to my inner-child
Respect all, fear none, my pride is everything
Living my life like everyday's my last night
ball till I fall and re-unite with the earth
six feet under the Ngoragora valley
with lions paying homage

Never blew circles, but the state of my mind is purple

Its ugly nationLife is like a jungle black
it's like the dark heart joseph conrad spoke of
Matter of fact, it's harder than most fancy it to be
Yet we wake up to it everyday hoping it would all change for the better
dont get it twisted
I dont abhor optimism
its just that we were promised a consequential world
and we shall forever be shackled to our deeds

Never blew circles, but the state of my mind is purple.......



-Che Cirro

Big ups to Nasir Jones.One of the greatest products of black america.

Eternal Partnership

Which would I defend
if i had to speak for one
I might feel for the soul
and side with it
for it is trapped in the body
like an Afghan lady veiled by the Talibs
oblivious of its surroundings
or would I side with the body
for it is dictated by invisible entity(soul)
and then suddenly rendered to lonesome
to rot at the mercy of dirt
while the soul departs to seek better days.

Could I arbitrate this unsettling rift
how could I ?
for I am hollow existence without the two
void of soul, and yet bodyless.

Wit tells me
they would be locked in eternal partnership
if it was left to them
but higher power has decided their fate;
fate of separation and inequality.

In the end
I, hollow me, am left in despair
with my shattered dream
of what could have been
two samurai warriors(soul and body)
that abondoned life on their own
in tearful separation.

- Che Cirro

a sequal of sort to the preceding piece.I might aswell start a theme called the here-after.

DEATH

mesmerized I am by what i fear the most
thought it had no place in my rite in this life
just to realize its death that will depart me to zero life

I trusted that my poor soul
will incarnate itself in midlife
ala snake shedding off skin
not knowing the fallacy of this premise
might lead to rift between the life in me
and the death that draws nearer

It dawned me late
that death intends goodwill
promised to set me free
once I overcome this obstacle they call life

I do not long for death
but sympathise for I misunderstood it
understand, I do
that worse deaths loom;
what if I was lost on wit,
lost on happiness,
lost on heart,
lost on love,
lost on beautiful mind,
lost on manhood,
lost on fortitude.

- Che Cirro

I read a piece on Death which subsequently invoked me to utter the above words.
Have I made peace with Death ? I doubt if anyone ever does, but we understand it is the culmination of the partnership between our body and the soul;the last of all partnerships before the soul makes its solo trip to a better place and setting the body free to unite itself back to mother-earth.