There

There is a nagging, gnawing on the inside of my soul, it’s the feeling of my body giving up before its time…

A non-poem.

I want to write a poem I want to turn this pain Into something beautiful But my hands are tired And my tools are bent.

The enemy within

Rubaiyaat xx & xxi i-xix here He whispering, withdraws To divert you from your cause The snow-white lamb of ‘later’ Has strangely wolf-like claws. **** He took the path of arrogance And insists you follow suit To plant the seed that grows the tree That blossoms rotten fruit.

Random Rubiyaat

Fight the world if you have to Even yourself if you must Forgiveness is for the forgiving And mercy is owed to the just. *** (Bi Iznillah) How can I fault the world For the turmoil that’s within it? It’s all of what He said And none of what He didn’t.

Nablus Now

Nablus Now In Auschwitz it dripped In Nablus now it drips From flesh it freshly flowed As in Nablus now it rips In Auschwitz she cried In Nablus now she cries Hated hands held her and hers As in Nablus where she lies In Auschwitz they moaned In Nablus now they moan Hear the hunger…

Fresh from the Poultry Farm

Carseat Lullabye Cuts and bruises, bruises and scarsThat we got from toying with other carsWhen the road was more than enough to shareAnd really, they could have gone anywhereRather than both try to fill the same spotOn a Tuesday so tired when the road was so hotAnd the glass was all glittery there on the…

explain thyself

The poem titled ‘From the Homely Brother’ was not written to be overtly sexual or deliberately offensive, but to explain behavior that is so often misunderstood by people- he doesn’t look at her, he must think men are better than women. He walks in front of her, what does he think he is, superior? He…

From the Homely Brother

I want you too much to take youAnd cherish you too much to cheapenSo sister accept my distanceAnd watch my love slowly deepen I am but one man among manyWho longingly thinks to savorYour warmth, your eyes, your smile, And wonder at its flavor My place among them is commonOf merits, I cannot boastBut sister…

Rubaiyaat xiii-xv

xiii- (Regrets) To think that I have wept for the fourteen hundred yearsThat have passed between the time of the Messenger and IYet spent my night in play while he in longing tearsLord guide me by his piety before I too should die. *** xiv- If ever you should find meIn prayer, in tears, at…

Rubaiyaat iix-x

Faith need only whisper Lips need barely part The angels of your Lord Write the longing of your heart *** Place gently, my young worshipper Your head upon the floor God asks that you be humble Not limb-weary and sore *** Kneel gracefully, young worshipper For it is no less than art And the motion…

Rubaiyaat vi & vii

Ramadan I seek refuge in Allah From evil and my self Being this month same And I alone to blame *** Arms, legs, limbs Arranged around a hole And still the empty body Not as hungry as the soul. Rubaiyaat i-iii Rubaiyaat iv & v

Rubaiyaat iv & v

Let all vice be abolished I say we need it not I do not need to burn myself To know that fire’s hot You say I cannot know Unless I partake as well I say I can know heaven Without being first in hell

Rubaiyaat i-iii

All Praise is for Allah Who burdened me with pain And bent my stiffened neck Into sajda once again The weight upon my shoulders Pushed me closer to the floor Facedown on the earth I found refuge once more *** All praise is to my Lord Who permitted me to sin I thank Him for…

There

There There is a nagging gnawing on the inside of my self It’s the feeling of my body giving up before its time. In the quiet twilight hours between one prayer and another Once I prayed for health Now I pray for peace. There is a writhing moaning in the deepness of my heart It’s…

The gears that should be working Should be cranking out the stuff But they’re busy turning turbines And they have no time for fluff So forgive my lack of update And instead accept this rhyme And if you enjoyed reading it And if you have the time Feel free to leave your own verse Don’t…