Sunday, 18 June 2017


God protect me
Never allow this containment
to take over

Envelops me with ease
Hardened skin and heart
mind dusty 

Never mind these never ending punishments
God's plan is God plan
it won't alter this unbreakable fragility 

Forgo this cell
the solitary confinement of withdrawal 
i'm all too familiar with the symptoms 

Feign this pretend hurt
this faux pretence of anger
you are to me, what life is

that is everything, in living
and breathing, in you
i say alhumdulilah in all these things


burst open these dams,
not "damn, i should've"
but "i'm glad i did"
glad i said i love you when i did
when the moment strikes
praying God does not close this
open handed palm
to the close fist of the stubborn
no coincidence
that that very close handed fist
embodies the bully
the oppressor 
if we don't give,
then what are we?

Monday, 6 February 2017

And the Loving

You Are The Ocean's Tide
To regulate and purify
Contain, archive
Capacity of the deep blue sea
You Are Unstoppable
and beautifully infinite
Domineering, lest you remind me
Because most forget, you are
most of this world
I Am Forgetfulness
I forget this too
that you are everything
and that the Ocean mourns too
Cannot Contain and Archive
I Am Remembering To Remember
Ocean's breathe out too
suffer scars like the earth
suffering an earthquake
except we cannot see your fractures
You Are The Healing
deep inside you
the historic, the currents
they wade through the vastness
crop up unusually
You And Only You
cover me as the tide does
I watch the beautiful reflection
the dark purple of the Moon
this beautiful night is you & only you
You Are The Surface & The Depth
unimaginable strength
But those fissures
they need attention
and care
and the loving
the loving
the loving.

Sunday, 29 January 2017

if the world ends

if the world ends
the tips of our tongues 
shaken by this improbable conclusion
proclaim this experiment 
a failure

if the world ends

and the vast ocean weeps
whales despair at humanity's ineptitude 
the fishes scamper to impossible safety
before a most unusual end

if the world ends

man's greed for power
supersedes our capacity to exist 
like lucifer, ego is our downfall
yet again, the end of this once paradise 

if the world ends

some laugh in irony 
we destroyed ourselves before the sun did us
they'll say in the final moments
and some will oppress till the very last

if the world ends

tyrants, big and small, clasp to power
for one last sip
one last bloodied fingerprint 
on the blood soaked earth


Even the hopeless, surely, do find hope.

(the Eternal Refuge. Quran 112:1-2)
It is always darkest just before the day dawneth (Thomas Fuller)


We awoke to the rising sun, that day of all days, raising a fist toward the sky.  So as the aspersions were thrown, all was revealed.  The Eternal Refuge's wisdom became clear when previously it hadn't.   That those who absorbed the falsehoods as truth, those who failed to act had given themselves up.  That Allah Was Supreme.  That their minuscule power, although God like, was feeble.  That although demagogues walked the earth, spoke on the television, wrote columns and lead nations, their power was insignificant.  Allah Was Supreme.  Allah was with the oppressed, the destitute and the poor.

That the alchemy for the tyrants, the abusers, the evil, was a long and arduous alchemy.  That their alchemic process would take millenniums in human time.  That, this if, was a when.  That when the world does end, Allah reminded the hopeless, that lovers and the loved, that he will be there, is always here and that the Sacred light will inevitably conquer all.


Sunday, 22 January 2017

broken utopia

Twisted bark
in the dispersed woodlands
Disturbing perfect harmony
Tree by Tree
Soothing the troubled mind
in blossoming Spring
or the leafy Autumn
Wooly hats and broken hearts
broken barks
Winter hurts

intangible future
in the loving present
Disturbing perfect harmony
Day by Day
Can hardly feel you
Lost in this malaise
Hard pavements
and cold shoulders
City curse
Streets is terse

Dilapidated yesterday
here to taunt my present
Causing ruin in the harmony
Brick by Brick
A Tonne Fallen
on this fragile head
This was utopia.
Now, the crushed ship
Once the dust settles
We'll settle in the Sea