Monday, November 24, 2008

True Friend

by Ruhudeen Ali
July 9th, 2006

The true friend is not the one who wants you to remain the same.
The true friend is the one who expects you to change.
And through those changes, they stay by your side and support you.
They don't laugh, mock, scorn or judge you.
And through all of your changes, they appreciate the seed that has sprouted.
They stuck by your side, when all else doubted.
And when you were down they called you and accounted.
Your best friend has seen you in your prime
when you were in the peak of your time.
Your best friend has seen you fallen and at your worst
when an ear was all that they could offer because words hurt.
Your best friend was by your side when you fought.
Together learning lessons you were taught.
Your best friend was there when you tasted defeat.
Offering a hand to help you rise and stand on your feet.
They've been with you through joy and pain.
They've seen you sensible and insane.
They are a light in a world full of black.
They are your shadow when you thought you didn't have back.
The true friend will tell you the truth even if it hurts you
because they see passed the momentary and wish to remain loyal and true.
The true friend may fight and hurt your feelings
but will always offer sincere advice in all your dealings.
The true friend is a companion and comrade in the truest sense
because all it takes is loyalty - whether genius or dense.
So a true friend will remain loyal to you all the way til the end
and your honor they will always defend.
With them you can never fake or pretend
because they see right through your lens.
The more rare something is the more value it holds.
A true friend is a treasure for life, truth be told.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

More Onus Negatively Expending You



"M.O.N.E.Y"

by Ruhudeen Ali
October 7th, 2008

Dreaming & scheming for that cream/
sweet it seems until you understand what it means/
getting green by any means even if it demeans your personal creed/
from the greed, money got plenty on their knees/
bending over seeking keys/ to unlock the mysteries on how to make G's/
lost in the pursuit of trees/ forgetting what it means to be free/
living successfully/ excessively blessed, incessantly stressed/
while remaining contemptuously depressed/
the aim of life, missed the target/ losing the mark to the markets/
my main call to reform - let's spark it/
the creation of man being enslaved by the creation of his hands/
dictated by supply & demand/ while the power lies in only a few hands/
change, this time we demand/ not speaking of nickels & dimes/
my rhymes raise awareness to change the fickle times/
it's time to break free of the webs and nets they set/
here's a reality check for your set/ they got jacuzzis for their pets/
while cruising in private jets/ got the rest of us trapped in endless debt/
private banks funding privates in tanks/killing primates giving thanks to their god in other states/
labels are mistakes but the bigger the steaks, the higher the stakes/
justification for rape/ concealing truth with duct tape/


DOD sendin out private militaries/
PMCs equipped with TNT in foreign GMTs/
paid for by tax-payer monies/ yet their own pockets remain empty/
charity assets freezed/ conspirators get seized/ all in the name of liberty/
God bless the land like a sneeze/ sleezey industries being kept hidden under sleeves/
righteous misconstrued as thieves/ falsely charged with mass degrees/
money buy bullets of strays killing babies cuz they didn't go straight/
like the KKK/ funding fanatics to spray their AKs at the human race/
a human waste - drug addicts snatch off your purse and smack you in the face/
all for some quick change, money change the game plan/
the gold rush had plenty people leaving the main land/
all for the loot, less labor for your fruit/
forgetting the fruit's not as sweet if your teeth are accustomed to juice/


Rape and sodomy the profit of the economy/
studying the hoes' anatomy while committing blasphemy/
money makes it all happen but dare I still seek autonomy/
Ptolemy would say its astronomy the way they got you seeing stars/
bedazzled by these cars while checks are spent on countless wars/
government funding projects to build bombs/
just to drop it on the projects and kill your mom/
what is the meaning of disowning Uncle Sam and Uncle Tom?/
need to change this philosophy before somebody drops me/
but can it be? if a seed can grow from an apple-tree/
I got a seed of hope in the canopy to replace your apathy/
how to fix this madness and make some monetary reform/
surely one day this type of thinking will be the norm/
but until that day I'll continue to preach and roam/
never seeking home/ spread my gospel like Jesus did about the Caesar in Rome/
let it be known, that I tried to help the people
have it written on my tombstone/
so next time you look at that paper, look it in the face/
don't let a piece of paper lead you to disgrace/
time, there's none to waste/ join us in having the system replaced/
So listen to what I say and I hope you took notes sonny/
don't be fooled by what you see just cuz greed got them acting like dummies/
Remember my words and what I say honey/
all of this vanity was caused by M.O.N.E.Y

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Man Below the Chandelier



He was a young man, standing beneath the ballroom chandelier.
His look mistakenly austere, they thought him queer.
The only lonely soul, he felt, from which everyone stayed clear.
The ballroom was packed, the volume of guests unaccountably sheer.
Everyone dancing, with partners in gear
He took a sip from his glass, tensed up against the veneer.
Wondering to himself if others could see his tears.
The sigh of loneliness being released he solemnly feared.
Strangers walked by yet no advances were made his way, unforgiving eyes continued to peer.
"Has he no one here?" They snickered and sneered.
Then suddenly a mysterious maiden appeared.
Straight to the young man she approached and came near.
Said the lovely maiden, "how do you feel?"
He replied, "my broken feelings I cannot reveal."
"Then please sit with me and let's have a meal"
"I will listen to your tale of woes, for you I am all ears."
"Do not despair, your tears will be my own, your heart I will repair."
Astonished, the blush on his cheeks he could not conceal.
He had never met such an angel in all his years.
"Why are you here, sitting with me for this meal?"
said he, but she frowned - "do you not like me dear?" She jeered.
"Not at all, I am ever grateful to you for I am here without a peer."
"Happy am I to be with you. Who you are I question not, I won't dare."
For hours they talked, stories they shared,
worlds they traveled, their lives they compared;
all the while she was there when no one else cared.
He felt a push and looked over but upon returning his gaze the beautiful maiden had disappeared.
In a flash, the young man had lost his dear.
"Woe is me! Where is my fair maiden? Anxious am I for her to reappear!"
He pondered over the encounter, to his mind was it strange and weird.
Then reality struck him, it was something he feared - his lovely companion was not even real.
She only existed in his mind and no one else did see her.
The dance had ended and the crowd shouted a loud cheer.
The young man choked up inside and fell down in tears
but all in vain, for his thoughts no one could read,
his sighs no one did hear.
It was only his maiden who could heal him and she was no longer there.
His emotions he could not steer, "mere thoughts spiting me" he said, while they continued to rear.
And though she wasn't real she was the other half in his pair,
though only for a brief moment it felt like a sweet eternity shared.
While returning to his former spot, at the barren floor he stared
back below the ballroom chandelier....

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

History in the Making

President-Elect Barack Obama's Victory Speech (Full Video)



The American & Scottish peoples' reaction



Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Election Rap 2008

Numerate Election 2008/
candidates think they're magistrates while they debate/
on T.V see them contemplating the selection/
"Who will win this election?"/
it stimulates corrections we need to demonstrate/
George Bush - your majesty, your rule is a travesty/
its a tragedy how you got the economy in a state of atrocity/
never thought it'd come to this in every city and metropolis/
regulations on Wall St., nobody was on top of it/
sick with the rhymes haters try to topple this/
put a stop to this, but quick topic switch/

Yo, the government P.I.Gs been notorious like B.I.G/
they got $800b to save the markets in NYC/
bailin' out AIG, raisin' the S&P/
but pardon me, how would it be/
if you spared a $G to spare a G like me?/
we ain't free its a failed state, an aggrieved abomination/
but in an Obama-nation we can change the situation and achieve salvation/
Mccain is salavatin' trying to catch up on his ratings/
talkin' that damnation to foreign cats like "we gonna bomb ya damn nation"/
so change the station cuz the patrons of red, white & blue aren't down with you/
and the last I checked you were down in the Pews/
testified by the Jews, even by your crews in CNN & Fox News/
we're sick of your excuse, sick of the doctrine of abuse/
and explode the fuse to expose your ruse/

Mccain, your whole campaign is a warcamp named "Camp-pain"/
its appalin' like Palin so quit stalling/
its evident your failin' this race and your worse than Joseph Stalin/
why're you pale in the face?/ must I rest my case?/
we ain't predators ho ridin'/
we got Senator Joe Biden hopin' he resides in/
Capitol Hill, putting a stop to the secret capital made off pills/
from the pharmacies to the crack house/
but lets face it, they ain't ready to see Blacks in a White House/
stoppin Obama, they gotta spark up some drama like ya momma/
watch em pull a recount like they did in Florida/
scratchin' our heads like the ayatollah broadcast from Tora Bora/
oops I meant Bin Laden,
mixed 'em up cuz they look alike kinda sorta/
quick fast on slim fast like Tommy Lesorda/
Sarah Palin yea you know a polar bear taught her/
like how she slipped up on Katie Couric so that the media caught her/
And you can just tell that SNL had a field-day/
and you know they all got a pay-raise especially Tina Fey/
But here's the verdict: Palin as a VP selection? I can't think of anyone dumber/
yea I'll vote the opposite but I still got beef with Joe the Plumber.

Fourth quarter profits are the worst they've ever been/
can't seem to fathom the disasters of Washington/
got my pockets on slim change like washingtons but still stockin' them/
jewels I'll be droppin them/ politicians I'll be mockin' them/
failed policies I'm putting a stop to them/
If you've had enough of this,
then you've read enough of this rhyme my friend/
now go out and vote Barack Obama and dem and let's see some action/
when you reach the polls make sure on the ballot you select 'That One'!

Memoirs of a Female Dog

November 4th, 2008

Hello everyone. My name is Rolfina, and I'm a 13-year old bitch. I'm currently living with a master by the name of George. At this stage in my life I've got to admit, I'm pretty happy. I've got a huge white house to live in (for free mind you!) a loving litter of kids, (though my puppy-daddy left me for some other bitch) and a kind family taking care of me. I'd say I'm pretty loyal to my master. Whatever he tells me to do, I'll do it. Whatever he gives me to eat and drink, I won't complain (although on occasion, I'll piss on his morning paper if I'm upset with him.) Sometimes he takes away my favorite food before I get to even eat it, or he'll forget to reward me for something good I did. But this doesn't happen often as he's usually pretty good with keeping me pleased. And as such, I like to make him happy and provide company and protection for him and his family.

Today is election day and I hear my master talking about some guys named Obama and Mccain. Now Mccain, I hear, is very old; something like the equivalent of 24 in dog-years. His running-mate, Sarah Palin sounds about as smart as my cousin who says "she's one of us alright!" (Though I find that insulting.) Didn't she just get prank-called by a fake Nicolas Sarkozy? She may be able to see Russia from her state of governance but so what? I can see my neighbors young, hot dog from my house, does that mean I give the dog a bone? Please woman, you are not as smart as half the bitches I know, and that's saying a lot! Anyways, where was I? Yeah okay so on the one paw you've got a 24-year old dog equivalent of a human and a woman who's got half the brain of a bitch running for the office of President and Vice-President? Seriously people. Wake up!

Obama on the other paw is eloquent. I heard him speak one day when I was eating my Kibbles N' Bits outside and I was just dumb-struck by how much sense he was making about healthcare and the war. You see, I disagree with my master on this issue because George wants the troops to stay the course in Iraq. Obama is opposed to this in fact. Most dogs don't know this but the reality of Iraq is not what the mainstream media tells the humans. I have spoken to a lot of fellow canines, who have host-families with members in the army, and from what they over heard from military families would frighten the average American. Iraq is in shambles and the war was a disaster. The U.S government has spent billions and billions on this war for eight years now, and for what result? A more unstable world. Your average American is now worrying about losing his job, his home, and his retirement pension. Americans are becoming more and more like us dogs, roaming the streets with no place to go. I happen to be among the fortunate few - educated, beautiful, and wealthy bitches across America, but even I know that my fellow dogs are hurting. Unfortunately there are just too many dogs who are not getting proper nutrition and healthcare. Just imagine if tomorrow the troops came home and the war ended, how much more money could we get the government to commit to the Animal Rights' movement? This country needs a change. We need lobbies like the "People Against the Cruel Treatment of Dogs" (PACTD) and "Bitch Please!" - a non-profit organization for the advancement and awareness of feminism among male-chauvanist canine cirlces- to stand up for our rights and bring much needed changes to our society. It starts with a dream and then resolve.

Last year when I was in the kennel, I met this very knowledgable canine elder who told me about this human named "Martin Luther King Jr" and his famous "I have a Dream" speech. The man was one of the leading members of the Civil Rights movement in this country. There was also another man who went by the name of "Malcolm X" who also played a crucial role in the movement. And when I heard that name for the first time, I thought maybe "DMX" was a dog-lover following in Malcolm's footsteps, trying to liberate my kind but he was just a rapper after-all. In anycase, I have hope that we canines too can mobilize ourselves to free ourselves from the bondage of human enslavement. Dogs everywhere are hurting to be free and there is much work left to be done. We can start by convincing the humans to vote for Obama, since his policies are more likely to favor the needs of canines and humans alike over that of Mccain's. Change is only part of the solution, the rest is through commitment and good policy. I'm confident that Obama - through seeking interspecies dialogue and negotiations with no pre-conditions - has the right approach in this matter. I believe if we cooperate with the humans we can see an age of unprecedented flourishing of canine-kind. I'll try convincing George to change his mind about his vote! So, if you're human and can vote, please vote Obama/Biden for the love of dog! Sorry this one was a bit too political...maybe next time I'll stick to dog-chow and pedigree. Til next time, woof!

Long live freedom! The struggle continues....

-Rolfina "X"

Saturday, November 1, 2008

The American Dream in 10,000 B.C


What would things be like if it was 10,000 B.C right now? No internet. No computers. No phones. No cars. No T.V. No buildings and cities. No clothes (haha just kidding.) But just land - wide stretches of land as far as the eye can see. Wild life roaming the prairies, valleys, forests, caves, and jungles. In such a world, what would you do? How would you spend your time? If I even had the time after all the hard labor of a day's work, I would probably be sitting under a tree counting head-lice, just thinking. I'd probably be forced to improve my hunting skills or become a warrior. I wouldn't be trying to become a therapist. I wouldn't be worrying about my career plans, money, bills, or 99% of the crap I think about now. I would probably try to hitch a ride on a saber-tooth tiger or a mammoth instead of trying to ride a BMW or Cadillac. Instead of flaunting iPhones and flat screens I'd show off my collection of spears and chipped elephant teeth (elephants probably had sharp teeth back then.......shut up.) Instead of bling made of ice (diamonds) I'd light up a fire and show off my bling made from the bones of a pre-historic giraffe; ushering in a new Ice Age. You can't rock a nose bone like I does son! Now lemme show you what the American dream is like - 10,000 B.C style!!

At 26 years of age, I'd be the freakin man, at the prime of my youth. Ripped body, 6-pack abs, 5ft. beard with the 'stache. Yeah I'd probably be a sexist bastard like all the other cave-men at the time. Like "Woman, pass me my t-bone!" I'd want to create something big! Expand my ideas and influence to all the Neanderthals across the world. I'd be sorta like Manifest Destiny's Child. To show the world how great we Americans are - it would be the Caveman's burden, my burden.

Step 1. The plan is this: I'd first need to become a statesman for my tribal leader. I'd have to gain his trust first like save his daughter from a raging pteradactyl or a giant ape, let's call 'em "King Kong." Maybe I could convince him that I should be a diplomat of sorts, and go up to different tribes and just be like "ooga booga bitches, wazzup!??" You know, "spread the love" ...in various ways. I'd have to be well-liked by the people so I'd go around telling jokes like "Q: why cave girl upset with cave man? A: because she have bone to pick with him." I'd get my jokes to be written on bones instead of popsicles. Gaining popularity through the wide distribution of these "funny bones" among the clans, I could then be trusted to be a peacemaker. I'd be trying to appease tensions between various clans trying to get the story straight. Like who slept with who ("oh no he didn't!", ) and saying things like "Girl, don't front like its only your 15th child and your man's not working overtime!" Also try figuring out why this clan stole wood and flints from that other clan when its got enough fags (bundle of sticks) to spare.

Step 2. Then I'd need a convenient excuse to start a war like leaving a pile of the most advanced (but useless) technology lying around. Things like nose-pickers, back-scratchers (iRods,) and throw in some animal fat for good measure. Then when they come to investigate I can accuse the other tribes of stealing our technological secrets and then its time for war biotch! I could steal all of their fire wood and call it "The Cold War." Or I could just accuse other tribes of having weapons of ass-correction (for spanking naughty people) which could endanger our whole race if in the wrong hands, and that we of all people are best-suited to thwart these plans. To gain my clan's support I would need to create a myth of an elusive boogey man who lives in a cave (wait..that might not work here) and is trying to get his hands on these W.A.C's. My mission would be to take what the other tribes have for myself while pretending to search for him in their lands. I'd call it, "The War on Terra." I'd get like Jay-Z and have plans to "takeover" starting with a rock in my hands...

Step 3. When its time for war, oh its on baby! Well, not like I'd be at the front lines anyway, I'd just wait til the other dudes killed each other off and take their spears covered in blood and come home as the hero, screaming the war-cry like "ahhhhhhrrrrrrrr!!!" and make the women think i'm the f*@$in man. The result? More babies of course, and eventually a clan of my own. Then I'd slowly build my clan's power and influence in the same way. My boys would be peace-keepers making alliances with everyone; fighting for people's justice (yeah ok, more like killing and hurting those who try to steal our shit!) I'd send them into other camps to promote my ideas and if they didn't like it? Two words: regime change! My girls would model and have their heiroglyphics on the walls of caves and animal hide; their images engraved on spears and daggers called "britney," just to make a profit. My girls would just make the best buffalo-ass roast you ever had, and they would feed other tribal leaders, and I suppose I'd have to marry them off to a few of them (fat bastards better treat 'em right or I'm skinning your asses!) Now I'd have political alliances with nearly every clan in my tribe. My clan's motto would be: "Small favors for small favors - I scratch your back you scratch mine" (literally.) My clan's Capital would be called the "Whitehut" of course. From the profit made off of britney spears, I'll then set up a North Pangaeaic Trade Organization so that in times of future wars, the homies got my back if there's beef...with no ribs.

Step 4. Rarely is the question asked, "Is our children learning?" [and you wonder why?] Therefore, under my rule, education would be important. I would establish a "No-Neanderthal left behind" policy and teach the cave-kids how great I am. Then over time with enough power and influence, my clan would be the alpha clan among our tribe. I'd take some of our tribe's resources to trade with other valuables from neighboring tribes. Interest wasn't haram back then (hell nothing was probably) so I could give them fakes for the real goodies in exchange. If they never realized it was fake, then whooowee! we're dining on hippo thighs and goat milk people! But if they realized they were jipped - this means war! Bring it on losers! My strategy? I'd lure them to the campfire at the base of the valley, then command my army of elephants from atop to drown them in piss. I'll call it "Pishaap & Awe**." Then a special gift for the losing tribal chief - a gift of armor & helmet, made entirely out of dung. This will likely result in making me the new tribal chief of our tribe. New territories? No problem! I just repeat from step 1. In time I would become the leader of all the tribes and nations. It will be the beginning of my own empire. "The Project for the Neanderthal American Century." And sooner or later, I'd succumb to death by a urinary tract infection (or an STD from my Whitehut intern) and meet my demise. After my passing, they might even erect a monument of me or put my face on a mountain, give me a new species designation like "homo fabulous" and call my way of rule "democracy" and "capitalism..." ::sigh:: only in 10,000 B.C.

** "Pishaap" in Urdu means "urine, piss."