There comes a time in life when two lovers are separated from each other. When one cries out from the depths of the depths of the abyss, words cannot complete the feeling of desolation which arises in the heart of these lovers. All of a sudden, the lonely lover, sit back and hopes his lover is listening through the ripples of emotion traveling through the universe. He asks himself; why love?
Why Love?
As day dawn, the sun shines and its rays touches
The earth giving it new life,
So is my love renewed every day for you;
The fresh scent of flowers reminds me of your perfume
Intoxicating my heart, caressing my love breathing,
New life into my veins while I exhale the joyous feeling through my nostrils,
Your love life me higher
I want to scream and shout
Happy for a love that keeps me afloat;
Reminiscing about your warmth and your touch,
I miss you so much,
I’m like an infant separated from its mother’s breast
Each day my love gets greater, never less,
I wait for the sun to dawn its life on me again
So I can be reunited with my best friend,
To touch your face as I once did
Look into your eyes, where I find Masjid;
Comfort in your arm, engulfed by your charms
This is why I love.
Well another day had dawned in this abyss. The noise continues to drown out rational thoughts and it seems that people need to shout as loud as they can to be heard. For some reason today is colder than yesterday, yet the restlessness which comes in place seem to be heightened. I wonder what is going through the minds of these men?
Am I the one who realized this coffin is extremely cold and suffocating? Now on top of that my mind cannot stop reminiscing about our love.
Uughh, This cold cell.
Just came back in
Breakfast already ended
this is so silly,
I shouldn’t be missing you
Instead I can’t seem to get through;
I miss you so much,
Your pleasing touch,
Our tender touch,
If I could turn back the hands of time
My love would still be yours (huh)
And yours would still be mine
I don’t know why I can’t stop thing about you
I must really hate you
Or I just love the thing you do
My heart takes me back everyday
How beautiful your smile was, in a liberating way
As I go about my day to day
I’m missing you in each and every way
I don’t know how else to do or say
Missing you is like making images without clay,
Now here I am another mind desperate to sway
Freezing my time in this cryogenic coffin
Hopefully my debt will just…
Today is sad. I saw my friends being dragged through the hallways. They took him to the dungeon of the abyss. I wonder what will return? There have been many who were able to survive such a place, yet it changes you somehow. Hopefully he still has his laughter and original dream of himself. These Droplets of tears are for him.
Like the pitter patter of rain
So is this pain, being separated
From you is too burdensome,
What must I do?
Just to see you smile again,
I feel like I have been given
The strength to walk down
The streets once more.
One day the sun will set on
Us being boys,
Our Strength have set sail
And standing on these rails,
Just believe and it will be there
Remember your essence and you will stand clear.
As a citizen of this world when you are actually exiled from it, you are able to see things you would not readily identify. Someone once said, “The fish is one that understands the water the least”. I guess when you truly want to know the truth, the just question everything you believe and were told. If it stands your scrutiny, then it had passed your test. But test everything.
Question everything. It is time to stop for a while. Part one of three, Stop Question and Frisk!
Time to stop!
Stop, for a second
Stop, smell the air
Stop smell the coffee
Stop, taste the food
Stop, taste the water
Stop look at life,
Stop look at each other,
Stop, feel better?
Stop, feel bad about bad
Stop, hear the sounds,
Stop, hear each other out!!
that you have stopped for a second, I hope you are thinking and listening . In part II, I hope you Question everything now
Question!
Question, the air why is it polluted
Question, the Coffee, where did it come from,
Question the food, is it genetically modified
Question our worth, whose life is really precious
Question our feelings, why must we care for each other
Question, what we hear, who is saying these things
Question….Everything.
Part III releases most of my frustrations with the current rate of how justice is dispensed in his (U.S) society. It also encapsulates the feeling of blatant injustice received to the Garner family. This one is for Eric and Eric Garner-RIP. And the powerful resilience of the matriarch, Ms. Gwen Carr. Part III.
Frisk!
These bodies, delicate or rough
The air, it exist, yet we can’t touch it
Our food, is it truly nutritious
The loiterer, what does his life matters?
Our feelings are we living or existing,
The rhetoric, what are we listening for;
It’s time to stop, Question and Frisk; our senses.
For all the turmoil in the world, everyone is affected. The tyrant is affected as much as the victims. Then why do we do these things? Can we safely say this type of worldly malfeasance towards humanity is not creating another type of humankind? Well, my meditation in this abyss has brought me to this conclusion; on the making of a new human being. “Let us make a new man.”
Let us whip him into being
Let us chop off his leg in case he runs away
Let us break him with in front his woman,
Let us execute him with a rope in the square
Let us place him in roach infested houses.
Let us assassinate his heroes;
Let us fill his cup with misery
Let us hang his woman with a plastic bag,
Let us call him nigger
Let us castrate him in front his sons
Let us infect his DNA with anger
Let us steal his history
Let us give our language
Let us exile him into a darker place,
Let us corrupt his essence
Let his music reflect our passions
Let his eyes cry for freedom
Let him drink our wine of violence
Let him never tear down our house
Let him love only us and not himself
Let him come before us
Let him be a new man
Let him hear this…Let us make a new man!
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The work you about to read is the result of the author being exiled from society. He refers to this death as a “social death’ at times throughout his poems. These poems are a collection of his thoughts, feelings and how he coped with his exile and not lose his mind. For him, writing had become his escape, but writing poetry had been something he did in his youthful years. Like most youth, he never took this serious until he landed into abyss. Often times the best of people comes out whenever they are faced with the worst. This book is to be used carefully, and read as thus.
The title of the poem appears on the pages preceding the poems. While the author’s intention was not to rhyme, some of the rhyme happened [in some] and other poems did not. The gist of this body of work was to convey a message of hope, love spiritual connection and the role of all citizens to speak out against injustice as the poems dedicated. To Eric Garner (RIP), attempted. The Author would like the reader to know would like the reader to know, amidst the turmoil one faces in life, love, not just intimate love but love can be a powerful antidote for docility, social death and depression.
The poems all carry with them deeper meaning and introduction on the previous pages will relate to the reader to the reader the mindset [at least in part] of the author and provide some semblance of this activist roots. The author often refers to himself as the lover in an attempt to show his loneliness, but not loneliness, and how his thoughts are engulfed with the thoughts of his loved one.
Finally, if you are reading these words I hope you find something of inspiration in them, and most importantly; if you are somewhere in this world reading this body of work, regardless of your struggles, pain does not last, the heartbreak will heal. Find a way to write down your thoughts; you might discover, as I had the healing power of writing. I hope you are entertained.
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