Reality is a Sketchy Imitation

Reality is a Sketchy imitation,
numbers in bank vaults
inflated oppression like an Israeli occupation
engrained in the minds of the youth
like a pre-pubescent teen singing sensation

hyper hegemony, a twisted hallucinogenic taking man higher
than any cocaine or powerfully potent chronic.
Made a President's economics concentrate on semi-automatics
spending millions on star wars not education.
Now that's advanced Reaganomics

simple misunderstandings taken on face value,
the past tense dictates future events
complex common sense sits on the fence
whilst linguistic lies go from myths to truth.

the Over-curious cat did die another day
9 days later and curiosity saved the mouse
Bond's built like bridges with the consumer
more poisonous than a cancerous tumour

fake teachers, fake stars...
narcissistic egotistical mentors..
models who aren't fit for the role..
truth or Haqq, a labour of the heart revealed like a slow-burning coal

a pageant picking the prettiest flowers..
infatuated with the concept that beauty is outward
Anger the by-word for Strength
controlling it is being a apparently a coward

Every word spoken, is stored.

Every truth, untruth and lie
eschatologically more powerful than wi-fi
Into one invisible web of stories
Into one loud silent conversation........

Life is a temporary loan.. lost in interest
infesting our thoughts
we've mistaken a toy for the real thing..

One day (she'll come by)

One day she’ll cross paths with me, one day, God Willing

The sun will soon sooth my skin as I stare, but I’ll be too scared to speak,

Weak, as I question the cheek of questioning her eyes

Rivalling the clear blue skies

She’ll walk past that memory will last

Imprinted in conscious thought….

She’ll arrive like an asteroid and leave a void

As I’ll fight with my self’s self

She’ll smile, so bright, that light will overcome an eclipse,

A smile that sucks your words into a stutter

To scared to utter: s-o-r-r-y wha..What’s yo-u-r name?

Confidence evident, her beauty will be unrepentant

Like white fluffy clouds forming a mount to match Snowdon

Like roses blossoming without the thorn

Like freedom, like peace, like justice

Sheer beauty of the mind; no face no race, no beholder

The sun will clash with my iris as my mind and heart

Will be in occupation with something, some say a virus.

Silence.

I wish to sail the seas of love I’ll say,

Then get told it’s just a cheap cliché

I’ll step up, trying to be brave, unshackling the boyhood shackles of adolescence,

Comprehending the sense,

I just want to be friends, I say in my mind.

Carefully treading so as not to disease by heart with desires.

You see if my deen was a queen I must find her, and if desire is the fire I must

Extinguish it.

Then I’ll step up and say…

 ‘For you I’d line up the stars as a consolation and line up memories of us into a constellation.

I’d commit to truthful love and eternal bliss, trust, soul’s intertwined, combined, lined, not defined, for you’d I’d take that risk.

I’ll say it without fear attempting to sound like a modern day Shakespeare with all the metaphorical, exquisite, linguistic poetic devices my brain could muster.

And she’ll reject.  Humbly say no to my superficial phrases,

Not fazed because then I’ll know, that’s her.

And One day, she'll cross paths with me, God Willing. 

By Mohamed-Zain Dada

Twitter: @Zainthepoet

Articles: www.times-series.co.uk/blogs/mohamed_zain_dada