Category Archives: Islamic Art

I’m Afraid Of Being Black In America!!!

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For the first time in my life, I’m afraid to be Black…
…everything about who I am is under fierce attack.

I’m worried that my Mother will have to see me in a Casket…
…body mutilated like Emmett Till: a tragedy that’s so drastic.

I’m afraid that one day I’ll be blown away…
…by a Police-Officer’s Gun and at any day.

I’m apprehensive that I’ll just be another Black-Man killed in the Streets…
…and that my murderers will get away with it, and continue walkin da Beats.

It’s more likely that I’ll be killed by Cops than by ISIS…
…we live in a World where we just want to deny this.

Everyone wants to pretend that equality is here…
…tell that to Black-Men who live in constant fear.

Whether we’re Gangster or Corporate, it don’t matter…
…cooperating makes Police draw their weapons faster.

Why must Society make Others feel…
…that I do nothing but rob and steal?

Why are the Police trained to automatically view me as a Criminal?
The Racism of the 60’s resurfaced from its historical subliminal.

What are we supposed to do; how do we fight back?
The load is too heavy: I feel that I’m about to snap.

Gareth Bryant/2016

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In Today’s Times:

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We’re cheating on our Wives…
…are comfortable telling lies…

…support the same Tyrants we despise…
…and when punished we act so surprised…

…we murder our Mothers & our Fathers…
…disgracing our Brothers & our Sisters…

…the air is filled with no sense of Care…
…this World seems to produce only despair…

…War is rampant, Cities are burning…
…all we want is to turn-up & go shopping…

Lives are lost, when will this carnage stop?!!!
We’re too busy watching Love&HipHop.

We’d rather focus on how much Designer has in Atlanta…
…then being concerned about Millions dying in Africa…

…we’d rather listen to Beyonce drink Lemonade & throw Shade…
…than think about People who haven’t eaten for days…

How is it that we care more about who’s winning Dancing With The Stars…
…instead of Victims of Global-Conflicts burdened by battle scars?!!!

You have Birdman complaining about his Respek…
…while People around the World praying for Death…

All that’s happening in our times are totally out of place…
…I seek protection from Allah’s Wrath before it’s too late.

Gareth Bryant/2016

Gareth Bryant’s Reasons why ISIS is a Myth:

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Now, after watching this video, from C-Span, a very reputable media outlet, dating back to 1990, I was compelled to seriously examine the reasons as to why ISIS, the so-called “Islamic-State” is another from among so many past/present Phantom-Enemies which the United States & her crony-allies have invented. So, the following are just some of many conclusions that I’ve come to as to why ISIS is a Mythology:

1. The first time that ISIS is largely publicized is in 2014. However, as of recently, the Media now states that ISIS has existed ever since the beginning of the Iraq-War, which started in 2003. My question is why has the Public only being told about ISIS now, if it had existed all this time? The information mentioned in the above video makes that fairly clear.

2. In order for any entity to be given the credibility & acknowledgement of being an Islamic-State, there’s several things which have to take place:

a. Those claiming to be leaders of an Islamic-State have to be Muslims & the identities of those claiming legitimacy to the position of being heads of an Islamic-State have to be well-known to the Public.

b. They have to be Muslims who are respected among their peers & the general body of Muslims everywhere.

c. They have to be given Bay`ah/Allegiance: all Muslims have to acknowledge the legitimacy of those claiming to be the heads of an Islamic-State, which has not happened & will not happen, because the actions of ISIS are inherently antithetical to Islamic-Teachings.

d. They have to possess independent territories, as opposed to what’s happening in the Middle-East, People claiming to be the leaders of the Muslim-World embattled in a country/countries which have been militarily-occupied by Non-Muslims, and/or Muslims who don’t accept their legitimacy in the first place.

3. ISIS, the name itself, is an acronym, and acronyms don’t even exist in the Arabic-Language. the Members of ISIS largely don’t speak English, so how is it that they got the idea to name their Islamic-State with a linguistic concept that doesn’t even exist in the language which they speak? This acronym was placed upon them by Western-Media.

4. ISIS is the actual name of an Ancient-Egyptian pagan-goddess. So, why would any Islamic-State name itself after a pagan god/goddess, when Paganism (a form of Shirk: ascribing false-qualities to Allah) is completely antithetical to Islamic-Teachings?

5. John McCain stated publicly that they’ve sat at the table with Members of ISIS. Now, as a Member of Congress, more specifically the House of the Senate, the largest lawmaking body in the United States, who gave McCain any authority to sit at the table with a so-called terrorist-group, knowing the official-policy of the US is to not sit at the table with Terrorists? How was he able to leave Syria/Iraq safely/with his life? He’s a well-known figure in the World, this Person almost became a US-President, so he’s known: why wasn’t he taken as a hostage, or taken for ransom?  All of these questions have yet to be answered.

Gareth Bryant/2015

The Known & Unknown:

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What is known is that I:

am a shame to my Lord’s Providence…
…my life stained by sinful indifference.

act out of impulse, without care nor consequence…
…I treat advice that’s given by others as nonsense.

leach off of the kindness of others…
…am often malicious to my brothers.

contradict my self-proclaimed ideals…
…care nothing for what the other feels.

What is Unknown is that I:

have no idea how many People I’ve hurt…
…don’t know if I’ve achieved my true worth.

don’t know whether I will ever good enough…
…don’t know why Humans make Life so rough.

don’t know where, when, or how I’ll die…
…don’t know whether I’ll be History’s lies.

don’t know whether I’ll be among the Eagles, as they fly…
…or whether I will be crowned the lowly Lord of the Flies.

Gareth Bryant/2015

“Shine”

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A feeling divine

The light sets behind the pines

A pack of wolves whine

Hunting has its time

The old country doesn’t mind

Something undefined

A natural lust

Hunger wants us to survive

Moths all turn to dust

Drugs turn men to crime

Words left dead without a rhyme

Murder the despised

Turning to the skies

Howls of hunters wet the eyes

Songs of taking lives

Cyrus McGoldrick/2014

Darren Wilson: Wanted Dead Or Alive

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Drastic actions, deadly reactions…
…freed by racist Judicial-Magicians.

Human life given no value because the victim is a Black-Youth…
…Michael Brown seen in the eyes of White-America as uncouth.

Darren Wilson, Cop in Question, snuffed-out a fellow Human being…
…he had him marked for Death, he was on his list from the beginning.

He himself is a cowardly bastard, preying upon the weak…
…no chance against his oppressor, he was way too meek.

This young man was murdered, because of the color of his skin…
…now the killer has gone free, insulting his kith as well as his kin.

But, he deserves to die, because of his crime against Humanity…
…the bogus Kangaroo-Jury who set him loose possesses insanity.

His time will come, either now or in the Hereafter…
…yet, he thinks that he can just walk with laughter.

Someone, anyone…take him down…
…destroy the arrogance of this clown.

Some may think that I’m an extremist, but screw em…
…just think of the community and lives he has ruined.

He needs to pay for his wrong…
…may his life not be at all long.

May he burn in Hell for what his hands have earned…
…may this be reminders for us & lessons be learned.

Gareth Bryant/2014

People have their games & I’ve got mines!!!

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I no longer get upset when People run Game…
…it just shows their insincerity, they’re lame…

…So, let them play their game, cause I have mine…
…I never rush to make moves, I just take my time…

…When I get turnt- up, there’s no slowin’ me down…
…I laugh at the come-up of the Derelict and Clown…

…People wanna be successful, by trying’ to ruin you…
…but, I’m always able to keep em lookin’ like a Fool…

…So, with no further adieu, let the Games begin…
…be prepared to lose, cause I always play to win.

Gareth Bryant/2014

The Suddeness of Life & Death!!!

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I saw a beautiful Bird, just lying on the ground.
At first, I thought it injured, didn’t make a sound.

It wasn’t till I edged closer to it, that realized it dead.
My appreciation of the Bird’s beauty turned to dread.

It was a stark reminder, of the fact that Life is so short.
And, that Allah may take our lives, without any report.

He gives & makes Life so incredibly lovely.
But, then He imposes Death which is ugly.

It’s so painful, to witness the lifelessness of something once so elegant.
It stands as a sign that nothing lasts forever, lest we become arrogant.

The purpose of passing through life into Death, is to meet Allah on a higher plane.
But, if you choose to do what you wanna do, then, your Hereafter will be bane.

Gareth Bryant/2014

The Balad of al-Barzakh/the Poem of the Realm of Death:

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When it’s your time to demise, however you may despise…
…there is no turning-back, there is no such compromise…

…As it’s your time to go, your breathing getting fast and then slow…
…your Faith, all of a sudden, starts switching: between high & low…

…The Soul of the dearly-departing sways in the winds and that’s when the reality of Death begins…
…the Grim-Reaper, looking meaner than anything who have ever seen, is who ensures our ends…

…The Angel of Death is by no contest, the only Angel that we’ll be able to see & never live to describe…
…he will come for us all, both great & small, regardless to what religion, social-status, or ethnic-tribe…

…He takes whatever soul for the day, without any of our approval…
…his grasps more intense and painful than Brazilian hair-removal…

…He will take us all to that place, of not so quaint of a space…
…we’ll all be there for a time, not knowing when we’ll escape…

…And, when we finally get there: no time for rest and relaxation…
…we’ll be tested, and questioned, assessing our final destination…

…We will be asked the most important questions, anyone will ever be faced with, in their existence…
…they are: “Who is your Lord?”, “What is your Path?”, “Who is your Prophet?”, it is serious business…

…And, then, the rel trials begin: suffering the torment that’s only a sample of what is in the Life thereafter…
…but, there’s hope: answering the prior questions correctly and your experience will be that much better…

…So, in conclusion, do not live this Mundane-Life in a state of Illusion…
…or, you’ll meet your Lord in such a dishonored context of confusion…

This Life is but a temporary stay, every second that we live we’re closer to that Day…
…that moment of Resurrection, when we are set upon flat Earth, our deeds to weigh…

…We will have no one there to hold our hand: it’ll be each person all for themselves…
…we won’t be able to make this Day go away, no changing channels, no magic spells…

…Only the Mercy of Allah, Creator, Lord of all…
…either we fail and fall hard or win & stand tall…

…Only His own Divine-Clemency will come to our rescue…
…but, what has been done to earn His favor, by me and you?

Gareth Bryant/2014

The Day I saw the Angels move the Clouds:

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On a most sweltering day, my mind began to say, “When will this battering heat ever end?”…

…Now, don’t get me wrong: I love the Summer just as any other, but the heat was very intense…

As I endured the hot winds from the Sun, I wondered, “How will the weather break?”…
It had poured the day before, so it would be no big deal to rain another instance…

Just as I was on route to another destination, I saw & felt water from the heavens, yet no clouds spewing them.
I knew, without any shadow of a doubt, this Sun-Shower was a miracle from Allah: all Praise is due to Him.

Then, some time later, around 6 or 7, this dark-grayish glow began to encompass all that the eye can see.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: it switched from day to night: was this for real, or was it just me?

It became so deary & stark, so dense & dark, that one could only think a raging flood was soon on its way.
Yet, Allah, above all things, gave NYC a break and told His Angels to push these clouds off-course today.

It was like I could actually see the Angels’ wings, doing things I’ve never seen before.
The different directions these Storm-Clouds were diverted to left me amazed, shaken to my core.

The Thunder, the Lightning, my heart pulsing, my soul crying…
…not knowing whether I’d be drenched or struck, frightening…

…This storm from yonder west, couldn’t resist the power of the Angels…
…when told by Allah, His minions moved clouds in all types of angles…

…All seemed clear, until another storm cloud grouping appeared…
…this time the gray-hued front spread even wider across the Sky…

…I was baffled at another storm coming, after one had already passed…
…I had thought it was over: Allah had other plans and no one knew why…

…Then, just as these clouds covered the Sky, the Rain fiercely came…
…washing & wiping-out whole blocks: no one on the streets to remain…

…And, even though the whole night drenched, by a storm seen for miles…
…I will always remember the day in which I saw the Angels move the Clouds.

Gareth Bryant/2014