Category Archives: Poetry

Lebanon, Syria, Palestine: Triangle Of Triumph

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

The enemy says it’s a wretched void…

Where ghosts gather in a rather ragged and jagged batch of eclectic noise…

But as I walk towards it, I see the best of boys…

And the best of men, moving with perfected poise…

It’s the nexus point…

Triangle of Triumph… Continue reading Lebanon, Syria, Palestine: Triangle Of Triumph

Stoic As Your Father: Through Ali Hojaji, A Sufyani Slayer’s Son, Imam al-Mahdi’s (A.S.) Legacy Persists

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

You’re the reflection of your father’s face…

The essence of the martyr’s grace…

The average boy would cry, dejected from the trauma’s pace…

Instead you’re as stoic as he was when his head was disconnected by marauders’ hate…

That means though you’re just a baby…

You’re in possession of the same Nour that touched your dad and struck Khomeini (R.A.)… Continue reading Stoic As Your Father: Through Ali Hojaji, A Sufyani Slayer’s Son, Imam al-Mahdi’s (A.S.) Legacy Persists

A Poem For Al-Saud’s School Bus Massacre In Yemen’s Saada: “Bloody Coloring Books And Backpacks”

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

Can’t even breathe right…

At the moment, I don’t see days, I only see night…

And I don’t mean those with stars and Luna Blaze…

I mean those engulfed in blackness, choking on scars infused with rage…

Bloody Coloring Books and Backpacks all in my vision…

So many bodies, so much innocence killed…

Trying to find the names of every kid who’s been spilled…

Anxiety sets in, the agony of every victim we feel…

I’m shivering, quivering like they’re with me, like they live in my quill…

Bloody Coloring Books and Backpacks, I’m appalled and I’m sickened…

On a school bus they were, on their way to summer camp…

When the warplanes came and razed their summer plans…

Despicable oppressors claimed it was okay, they were allayed, untroubled and…

If it had to be repeated, they said they would, inhuman tools of Zion and slaves of Uncle Sam…

Bloody Coloring Books and Backpacks, if only they took longer on that most gorgeous of picnics… Continue reading A Poem For Al-Saud’s School Bus Massacre In Yemen’s Saada: “Bloody Coloring Books And Backpacks”

One Year On Since IRGC Officer Mohsen Hojaji’s (R.A.) Martyrdom: A Stoic Glimmer In The Raging Abyss

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

Take a look at his face and then note…

Not a flinch, not a wince, not even a pinch of fear as he has a blade to his throat…

Death sits upon him but it’s light as a feather…

‘Cause he knows he has eternity to spend with Ahlul Bayt (A.S.) and he’ll remain righteous forever…

He went to Syria to fight the Sufyani…

And smite the Anti-Christ Illuminati…

Strike back against the spiteful blight-like Yahoudi Lobby…

He gazed into Global Zionism’s blackened grill and didn’t blink…

He waded through Global Zionism’s bastions still and didn’t sink…

He didn’t think…

He didn’t wink…

He just fought, like it was Ashoura every noon and evening…

Like he was the Islamic Revolution breathing… Continue reading One Year On Since IRGC Officer Mohsen Hojaji’s (R.A.) Martyrdom: A Stoic Glimmer In The Raging Abyss

Why We Say DTI: 11-Year Old Palestinian Boy Yasser Amjad Moussa Abou Naja Murdered By ‘Israel’ In Gaza

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

This little boy is Yasser Amjad Moussa Abou Naja.

This little boy is Palestinian from the illegally besieged Gaza Strip.

This little boy was 11 years old.

This little boy was shot in the head by ‘Israeli’ occupation forces at 7:15 pm on June 29th, 2018.

This little boy was hit with a butterfly bullet which explodes on impact and grinds tissue to dust.

This little boy’s skull was shattered.

This little boy was dead on arrival when he got to the hospital.

This little boy was so disfigured that his momma Samah only recognized him because of his clothes. Continue reading Why We Say DTI: 11-Year Old Palestinian Boy Yasser Amjad Moussa Abou Naja Murdered By ‘Israel’ In Gaza

The Lyrical Menace Is Back! Promo Art For Madd Cold’s Return: Choke On Another Matzoh Ball, B’nai B’rith!

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

When they tell you to be silent… You speak louder.

When they tell you stop reaching for justice… You reach prouder.

When they tell you they plan… You trust that God plans stronger.

When they tell you to give up and sit down… You stand taller.

When they tell you that you belong in the ground… You say, “Soon, you’ll see me fly.”

And when they call you “anti-Semite”, you just smile and hit ’em right between their beady eyes…

with a big FTJ and an even bigger DTI!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Artwork by the indefatigable and epically brilliant Mohammad Hamza of Intifada Street)

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“Be”: An Islamic-Qur’anic-Poetic Tribute To Jesus Christ (A.S.), Prophet, Messiah and Palestinian Revolutionary

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

For Sayyed Mohamad Jawad Chirri (R.A.): Your inquires inspired fire. ALLAH yerhamou.
For ‘Isa al-Masih (A.S.): I look forward to meeting you one day iza ALLAH rad.
For my wife: Like many of my poems, this one was birthed by your inner beauty. I LoVe you so much habibty <3
And for The Bird: I pray you know how beautiful you are… Subhan’ALLAH.

“… He said, ‘So it is that Allah creates whatever He wishes. When He decides on a matter He just says to it ‘’‘Be’‘’ and it is.’” (The Holy Qur’an, Surah Al-Imran, Ayah 47)

“… ‘I have certainly brought you a sign from your Lord. I will create for you out of clay the form of a bird, then I will breathe into it, and it will become a bird by Allah’s leave.’” (The Holy Qur’an, Surah Al-Imran, Ayah 49) Continue reading “Be”: An Islamic-Qur’anic-Poetic Tribute To Jesus Christ (A.S.), Prophet, Messiah and Palestinian Revolutionary

Eid Al-Adha Mubarak To The Forces, Nations And Peoples Of Resistance

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

Eid al-Adha Mubarak to all, as well as your families, friends and beloveds, with a special Eid al-Adha Mubarak to the forces, nations and peoples of Resistance whose triumphs not only give us inspiration to do more and do better, but hope to fight on through what is undoubtedly the darkest time in humanity’s history, in which Earth’s Most Evil are globe holders and globe molders, and because of their transhistorical hubris proliferating due to their unprecedented wealth, power and influence, our globe smolders. But we have extinguishers, masha’ALLAH, and they, through their resistance, have given this filth the cold shoulder! It is they who we honor today as we celebrate Prophet Ibrahim’s (A.S.) selflessness and Prophet Isma’il (A.S.) transcending bravery’s peaks via his embracing of the prospect of martyrdom in the name of Islam; it is this spiritual heroism, embedded in the DNA of Ahlul Bayt (A.S.) and its followers, that we are witnessing today regionwide despite the otherworldly caliber of International Zionism’s oppression. Continue reading Eid Al-Adha Mubarak To The Forces, Nations And Peoples Of Resistance

Reading Is Resistance: Required Books For Understanding Black-Jewish Relations

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

If you ain’t never read these, then you don’t know a damn thing about Black-Yahoudling relations, Black history in JewmeriKKKa and really, Jews/Judaism/Jewishness/Zionism period. Y’all are flyweights attempting to bang with the Iraqi Ernie Shavers.

Get your knowledge up or get polished up with a solid snuff/Y’all are the equivalent of rotten and toxic dust/Petrified of these Jews who view you as nothing but noxious muck/It’s a whole lotta stuff that none of y’all colonized cowards are tryna touch/But DON’T WORRY, ’cause Madd Cold The Sublime, appointed by The Divine’s enough/RISE OF THE GOY, and we gon’ grind ’till every institution of this devilish swine is crushed/ 😀 😀 😀

Blacks and Jews books 1

Blacks and Jews books 2

Imam Khomeini: The Seed From Which All Mighty Trees Of Resistance Grow Strong

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

An angelic birth…
That brought heavenly Nour to this hellish earth…
Our Noble Prophet’s (S.A.W.W.) son…
Whose life of greatness would solidify that our Noble Prophet (S.A.W.W.) won…
An orphan child…
Whose wings were magnificent, he couldn’t help but soar in style…
The winter downpour, it’s quite…
Incredible, it’s you who made the ground roar with life…
The summer’s blessed shower…
Who gave the globe’s oppressed power…
The spring’s newness…
Whose very aura was so enchanting it could bring music…
Whose fearlessness left kings clueless…
The autumn’s wonder, beauty personified…
Who sowed hope in the broken, the downtrodden and the brutally colonized…
The red rose…
Whose fragrance gives breath to dead souls…
The tiny seed…
Eternal in nature, from you grew the most mighty trees…
The giant voice…
Whose sound is so loud it crushes crowns and any and all flags that the tyrants hoist…
The thunderous speech…
That shook thrones and made corrupt governments weak…
That shook drones and awakened the dumb as they were slumbering deep…
That made the plunderers weak…
The white light…
Who made the night bright…
The black blade…
Who left the vultures, the vipers, the hyenas and the rats slayed…
Justice in the flesh…
Every attribute of Ahlul Bayt (A.S.) encrusted in your chest…
The shine of stars…
Whose vision was so strategic it exceeded telescopes that could see the other side of Mars…
The fire burning up the sires of entropy…
Who filled the Empire with enmity…
Because you made the Empire a memory…
And petrified the Zionist enemy…
To the point it began recognizing its chemistry…
As unstable, unsustainable, it wouldn’t be embedded in the future…
‘Cause the Seed From Which All Mighty Trees of Resistance Grow, said it was tumor…
Said it would vanish from the pages of time…
You were and are too amazing to ever rate or define…
Such a militant, phoenix-like, sensational rise…
Could have only come straight from the Creator Divine…
You were and are our most wonderful sage and sublime…
The instigator of historical changes that basically flowed with cadence and rhyme…
The obliterator of swine…
The maker of Revolution who gave us a reason to be unafraid and ALIVE…
Your spiritual children, those of Wilayat al-Faqih, grow everyday like they were berating the skies…
The Coast Redwood of Hizbullah, stands the highest, the most vibrant and pure…
The Mountain Ash of Ansarullah, moves untouched and achieves triumphs in the violence of war…
The Giant Sequoia of the Iraqi Resistance, fights like you taught them, so God-reliant and raw…
Sheikh Zakzaky the Southern Blue Gum, every precious word he speaks is so defiant and sure…
The Alpine Ash of Palestinian Islamic Jihad, every moujahid ready to die for the cause…
And Ayatollah Sayyed Ali Khamenei, your reflection, guiding them all…
Ya Imam Khomeini (R.A.), 27 years ago your spirit had to go on…
But you’re still here, and we still cheer and rock to your every rhythm like a classical slow song…
Ya Imam Khomeini (R.A.), because of you we will liberate our world from those who think they’re “chosen” but they’re so wrong…
Like you, the Ever-Rushing River of Truth, we will flow on…
Because you, Ayatollah Sayyed Ruhollah (R.A.), are the Seed From Which All Mighty Trees Of Resistance Grow Strong <3