The junkie and the banker
Waiting till the intoxication subsides,
drunk slurs aside, each tear was a symbol of a salty sigh.
Each needle was a bitter sweet cry,
help, was the call, wallowing at the sight of her fall,
But she was too high to care
Pain needed to be blurred.
She wanted to make life a smoke screen.
Her teeth gnawed at the prospect of past,
Present shattered by mental scars.
she gasped for divine intervention
Staring upwards, neck craned
53rd floor, looking down, "I'm above you"
In more ways than one he pondered.
Smirking at the hollow reflection,
Smiles were always a smoke-screen,
But something irked his suave demeanour,
Injected in his veins was a competitive edge,
A mission to never be below another,
vie for the top even if you must crush your brother,
Today he hoped for the final promotion,
His blood began to boil at the sight of rejection.
It all became too much, the toil, the saturated spoils, the infatuations satiated and the royal self- servancy.
He took that deliciously degenerate aphrodisiac for the last time and Died
Crack, cocaine or crystal meth wasn't the cause, it was Pride
Self-Pity, Self Importance
Pills and Position
See beyond the suit,
See beyond the ragged clothes.
"The intoxication of headlessness and arrogance takes longer to regain consciousness from than the intoxication of wines." Imam Ali
By Mohamed-Zain Dada
Sunday, 26 August 2012
Tuesday, 15 May 2012
Society's Show Trial
No words can ever be undone,
No pitches high or low can ever be unsung
and Her words stung
Like a bee, I was left for dead caressing my very being.
The Chinese whispers first pierced the peripheries of my ears
It preyed upon my most guilty fears
Solemn in the knowledge that I was better
I hailed the fictional public stoning and I joined in the thunderous applause
But when it was all said and done I could not pinpoint the cause.
I scoured the contours of my mind's landscape
For reasoning to offer my rage some escape
Earth shattering insecurities enveloped me instead
I was at sea, drowning, left for dead caressing my being
At first, I could not believe what I was seeing
The verdict would be guilty in my court of hate,
I blurred the lines of slander and libel,
scriptures and bible taken out of context
To prove to myself that this was the case
When the winds of change ended its reign on man,
I begun searching for the truth amongst the greys
the silent hums, hues and tried to put together dismembered clues.
I was puzzled, left for dead caressing my very being,
"Your reputation precedes you," - Her last words
I mused "Your judgement proceeds the One."
I took no bother and felt free.
because judgement had been passed
and reputations had indeed been destroyed
What concerned me the most, was the judgement threatening my soul.
No pitches high or low can ever be unsung
and Her words stung
Like a bee, I was left for dead caressing my very being.
The Chinese whispers first pierced the peripheries of my ears
It preyed upon my most guilty fears
Solemn in the knowledge that I was better
I hailed the fictional public stoning and I joined in the thunderous applause
But when it was all said and done I could not pinpoint the cause.
I scoured the contours of my mind's landscape
For reasoning to offer my rage some escape
Earth shattering insecurities enveloped me instead
I was at sea, drowning, left for dead caressing my being
At first, I could not believe what I was seeing
The verdict would be guilty in my court of hate,
I blurred the lines of slander and libel,
scriptures and bible taken out of context
To prove to myself that this was the case
When the winds of change ended its reign on man,
I begun searching for the truth amongst the greys
the silent hums, hues and tried to put together dismembered clues.
I was puzzled, left for dead caressing my very being,
"Your reputation precedes you," - Her last words
I mused "Your judgement proceeds the One."
I took no bother and felt free.
because judgement had been passed
and reputations had indeed been destroyed
What concerned me the most, was the judgement threatening my soul.
Monday, 26 March 2012
The Unseen Bruises
The Unseen Bruises
Today's cloudless blue sky hid her pain,
she displayed a sunny disposition but her eyes hid the rain,
Pathetic fallacy is rendered meaningless.
Demeaning stares, but she triumphantly smiles to hide the bleakness,
Not wanting to depict her emotion - a sign of weakness,
A hollow victory nonetheless.
Emotional blackmail kept her at bay,
"Beggars can't be Choosers" is what they used to say,
So she's Waking up to an abyss.
There was a life-scarring storm before an everlasting calm,
Day-dreams brought about thoughts of self-harm,
Sharp words & internal bleeding.
The Sleeping beauty tormented by her dreams,
Nightmares trapped her intermittent screams,
Even Escapism offered her no exit.
Pregnancy was her respite,
A short prelude to the rest biting
Back to emotional agony.
The blessing of a new life,
The metamorphosis from wife to mother,
But the Butterflies colour was temporary.
The first adopted the wrong genes, showing her disdain,
Confused by the betrayal, she struggled to stay sane,
Torn apart to shreds but not one bruise.
She craved the silver lining to her cloud,
surrounded by a crowd but she never felt more alone,
some suffer in silence, some suffer out-loud.
Suffering patiently hoping for an end.
Enough was enough. Too tired to Pretend,
Demeaning stares, but she triumphantly smiles to hide the bleakness,
Not wanting to depict her emotion - a sign of weakness,
A hollow victory nonetheless.
Emotional blackmail kept her at bay,
"Beggars can't be Choosers" is what they used to say,
So she's Waking up to an abyss.
There was a life-scarring storm before an everlasting calm,
Day-dreams brought about thoughts of self-harm,
Sharp words & internal bleeding.
The Sleeping beauty tormented by her dreams,
Nightmares trapped her intermittent screams,
Even Escapism offered her no exit.
Pregnancy was her respite,
A short prelude to the rest biting
Back to emotional agony.
The blessing of a new life,
The metamorphosis from wife to mother,
But the Butterflies colour was temporary.
The first adopted the wrong genes, showing her disdain,
Confused by the betrayal, she struggled to stay sane,
Torn apart to shreds but not one bruise.
She craved the silver lining to her cloud,
surrounded by a crowd but she never felt more alone,
some suffer in silence, some suffer out-loud.
Suffering patiently hoping for an end.
Enough was enough. Too tired to Pretend,
The Naked eye simply saw the body,
"No bruises" - perplexed onlookers pondered.
The Post Mortem never detected her broken soul.
Monday, 12 March 2012
Me, My Ego and I
You pierce the esteemed I.
With your disapproving gaze
You damage my insecurity proof vest
and leave me torturing myself in various ways.
But I'm still in awe of You.
My sycophantic rants should not stress you,
don't think my self-hating speak is formed to berate you
I simply seek an outlet for Us.
Some seek betterment,
but you simply think you're better than, me.
Why assume a higher position?
Leaving me on the death bed seeking a spiritual physician?
You always seem to build yourself up
sky-high, you've probably seen the stars
but not the space,
(a)voiding the fact that you're obsessed with Uranus
You shrug at the lack of light
but the birds eye view you occupy
gave you the lofty perspectives of the grim night
And what is the truth to a brilliant lie?
nothing, You are
even dwarfing yourself,
even Self is astounded by the fact
that you scarcely see nothing else
The inner me wants more
but your insatiable desire
makes me think "What For?"
I choose victory in perpetual war
I almost made peace with me
I hope The One witnesses this,
but You convinced me This was bliss,
and I'm left bewildered with you.
As I look in the reflection
The warts of my soul are evident
my gnostic body suffers infection
I look at you and all I see is arrogant decadence
This mustn't be you
This can't be me.
But as a great poet once said:
"Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not."
With your disapproving gaze
You damage my insecurity proof vest
and leave me torturing myself in various ways.
But I'm still in awe of You.
My sycophantic rants should not stress you,
don't think my self-hating speak is formed to berate you
I simply seek an outlet for Us.
Some seek betterment,
but you simply think you're better than, me.
Why assume a higher position?
Leaving me on the death bed seeking a spiritual physician?
You always seem to build yourself up
sky-high, you've probably seen the stars
but not the space,
(a)voiding the fact that you're obsessed with Uranus
You shrug at the lack of light
but the birds eye view you occupy
gave you the lofty perspectives of the grim night
And what is the truth to a brilliant lie?
nothing, You are
even dwarfing yourself,
even Self is astounded by the fact
that you scarcely see nothing else
The inner me wants more
but your insatiable desire
makes me think "What For?"
I choose victory in perpetual war
I almost made peace with me
I hope The One witnesses this,
but You convinced me This was bliss,
and I'm left bewildered with you.
As I look in the reflection
The warts of my soul are evident
my gnostic body suffers infection
I look at you and all I see is arrogant decadence
This mustn't be you
This can't be me.
But as a great poet once said:
"Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not."
Monday, 6 February 2012
She
Doves fly in her pulsing veins
The queen of hearts defiantly reigns
She pushed her doubting lovers away
An act to keep her tears at bay
With violent volcanoes come vast landscapes
When lava is put out by raging waves
Nature forfeits herself as well as she gains
Finding her rhythm though constant change
By Alaa Kassim
The queen of hearts defiantly reigns
She pushed her doubting lovers away
An act to keep her tears at bay
With violent volcanoes come vast landscapes
When lava is put out by raging waves
Nature forfeits herself as well as she gains
Finding her rhythm though constant change
By Alaa Kassim
Monday, 16 January 2012
I want to make 'It'
I perspire, you perspire. To fulfil
the desire to leave a lasting legacy,
so when we leave this earth we appreciate the energy
input, the inner initiative to inspire
But don't sweat it, I do this to hear the choir
singing my praises
to observe the wanton gazes
and to know it's me who they want.
finally
fool stop.
a chance to breathe.
constantly under siege
by the outer, pressured
to prove the doubter
wrong.
You do what you do for you.
& none of the above.
except for the one. You must find and love.
we want to make it,
'it' is not seen or known
not even set in stone,
not naturally produced or grown,
What did we want before 'it' existed?
the desire to leave a lasting legacy,
so when we leave this earth we appreciate the energy
input, the inner initiative to inspire
But don't sweat it, I do this to hear the choir
singing my praises
to observe the wanton gazes
and to know it's me who they want.
finally
fool stop.
a chance to breathe.
constantly under siege
by the outer, pressured
to prove the doubter
wrong.
You do what you do for you.
& none of the above.
except for the one. You must find and love.
we want to make it,
'it' is not seen or known
not even set in stone,
not naturally produced or grown,
What did we want before 'it' existed?
Thursday, 5 January 2012
Lost for Thoughts
Lost for Thoughts
Tributaries of emotion flowing to a river of words
Dam, blocked by the sweetened poison,
perceived to be 'pure,'
adulterated honey.
Cheating on your self.
False is crystallized into imagined ideas
So
I
am
Lost for thoughts
Vanity pervades every nostril
it's lingering stench
it's sickening hollow smell
every mirror used to admire my superfluous wings
I forgot why the cage bird sings
But I do know it looks beautiful
or so I've been told by the pseudo sage.
Rage, pungent & rampant
flowing through our veins
blood-boiling
lava-exploding
fault-exposing.
But the blind man see's better than the angry man.
curious, envious enigmas
Are Our insignias.
boxes reprimand unearthliness
thinking outside is suicide
social. networking is the world
the art of dis-course is tarnished
still, varnish is nailed onto the disquisition
so a shining gleam is sown, and its seeds
crave position...
The chosen-one syndrome
an ailment so vile, a fake smile
is a common self-sacrifice
to get far.
But to where?
The fog of pride disguised by humility
humanity died, is the cannibalistic dog culpable.
Rhetoric is the language of the modern man
so I will make like the proverbial oracle
and ask myself.
When we think,
are we truly expressing ourselves
Or the desires of our self?
Have we made our mind up?
If I think the reasons for my thinking
the process has me blinking.
Lost for thoughts. Nothing more to think.
Tributaries of emotion flowing to a river of words
Dam, blocked by the sweetened poison,
perceived to be 'pure,'
adulterated honey.
Cheating on your self.
False is crystallized into imagined ideas
So
I
am
Lost for thoughts
Vanity pervades every nostril
it's lingering stench
it's sickening hollow smell
every mirror used to admire my superfluous wings
I forgot why the cage bird sings
But I do know it looks beautiful
or so I've been told by the pseudo sage.
Rage, pungent & rampant
flowing through our veins
blood-boiling
lava-exploding
fault-exposing.
But the blind man see's better than the angry man.
curious, envious enigmas
Are Our insignias.
boxes reprimand unearthliness
thinking outside is suicide
social. networking is the world
the art of dis-course is tarnished
still, varnish is nailed onto the disquisition
so a shining gleam is sown, and its seeds
crave position...
The chosen-one syndrome
an ailment so vile, a fake smile
is a common self-sacrifice
to get far.
But to where?
The fog of pride disguised by humility
humanity died, is the cannibalistic dog culpable.
Rhetoric is the language of the modern man
so I will make like the proverbial oracle
and ask myself.
When we think,
are we truly expressing ourselves
Or the desires of our self?
Have we made our mind up?
If I think the reasons for my thinking
the process has me blinking.
Lost for thoughts. Nothing more to think.
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