Meditation: Listen to Your Soul

By BookRA

This book of Poetry helped me to relate to everyone and learned many lessons of patience, truth and or trust and consistency or constancy to a more loving level and humanistic level while in the Boiler Room. This is indicative of controlling your life so that you dont destroy anyone and harm them on purpose and or by accident.

To G-d Be the Power and the Praise and the Glory!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524644307

BookRA

Kariem Abdullah Rashid, AKA as the Former Charles A. Davis of John Haye High school was born in November, 1950 in Cleveland, Ohio, during one of the worst snow storms in Cleveland, Ohio’s history. He joined the Air Force as Charles A. Davis in 1970 and learned the HVAC and Boiler Operations trade and presently works at a Black/African University in Washington DC. Since traveling the world and making the pilgrimage to Mecca, 9 nine years ago after making Hajj/Pilgrimage he has sought ways to make the worlds life better by supplying the ultimate sacrifice of Love for your fellow man whatever his genre as long as his or her actions does not harm his fellow humans. Thanks be to G-d I learned how to control my fires inside the boiler room as well as outside of the Boiler Room and give special thanks to my teachers and students, mentors and the many family members who kept me in their prayers for a more peaceful me.

Book preview

2017 BookRA. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 01/31/2017

ISBN: 978-1-5246-4429-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-4430-7 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2016916792

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

Contents

Happy Father’s Day: D.A.D.S.

Horrible People

Medley of Love

Miracle on 97th street. Cleveland, Ohio 4410Six

No Yesterdays

Plato’s Allegory of the Cave

Break out of Your Prison

How about Less Singing

Confessions of a crying son

What’s happened to the negro population?

smile name of this poem

I worship Allah whether I understand it or not

Best Dress

Mother your first non sexual lover

The Automatic Lynching Tree Hears what it Be

My Job The Engineer

Here’s what Brown vs. The Board of Education Said,

Reparations Two

Sugar Sugar

Humble Servant Approaches the hearts and minds upon the readers, Asking G-ds grace to communicate with the masses about a power which humans understand called

This is my story and I am sticking to it!

Poems from the Egyptians (Kemet) for the Man(mind) & the Womb of Mind(Woman)

Germs, Amoebas, Genes, DNA, lend me your ear

The truth of the matter states we love mankind dear,

It’s nice to see your work force near,

Working diligently ‘cause you have no fear,

Multiplying to help or get this hurt and don’t give a tear.

Now let’s get down to brass tacks

The Pharaohs of today working their people no talking back or smack

5000 years ago Bro. Kemet was building a society their life was on track!

Building a legacy for the land of the black"(Kemet). and Humans

But a sick mind destroyed all of the history I ain’t lying and in time, talking about cooking some books New truth assistance, is any drug producing a feeling like sweets called crack

Society now was on the proverbial hook

What the Black people of Kemet did was righteous, now makes the Greedy look

Taken advantage of by everything and every-booty CEO crook.

Working us like little bitty sperms living for one egg and a little bitty worm

Prices on everything so high we do nothing but squirm.

While the CEO crooks play us, are on us, practicing porn

Our life of all sex and no feeling is very much the norm.

We cry and we pray and we live most of us day by day and our life’s work is all most nothing but storm

All the while the CEO’s smile in their pyramids, oops mansions adorned.

We’re worshipping them we claim were frugal friends, with a liar amoeba unformed.

No truth comes from its mouth our funds head south and if we argue they come with the rage and the scorn.

Just like a germ fighting and its squirms for life in its host body firm.

And the disease sets in and some idiots call it a friend and dies in the lies it has borne.

No relief in sight "Big O has a fight with the