This used to be my home
where tears and laughter bloom
nothing fancy inside
but a love which shines bright

White paint on the old walls
now turned to shades of grey.
and here, i remember
the sound of children at play
and my father's deep voice
as he reads the Qur'an
while his students listen
accepting his guidance.

As I entered the rooms
I shared with my siblings,
I find myself missing
moments i hold so dear..
the childhood without fear

Do you all know,
one day yet
to one's birthday
one is a child
and
a day after the 18th birthday
one becomes a man(woman)

now tell me
a crime committed on a day
short of 18
one is dealt with
like one was a kid
and
a day after he cuts the eighteenth slice
he becomes a man

then what is his position
as he cuts the cake
and
pierces his ex

will you treat him
as a man
o tell me
fair man!

I think I know.

You don’t think I know.

I don’t think you know.

But you think you know.

You think, I know

but you know I think.

so you think, I don’t know,

I don’t think I know.

You think I know

I know I don’t think,

but I know you think,

so I think, I don’t know.

You don’t always think,

I think, that I know.

I don’t always think,

you know that, I think.

I think I know

you don’t think I know.

But I think you know

I don’t think - I know.

This is the year of the strong woman
As you are well deserved of such honor;
Your strength is mighty uncommon,
Motivating future generations asunder.

Your time is now…

This is the year of the beauty in you,
You have persevered all trying times;
You let no one discredit your value,
And nothing stultifies you and your shine.

The hour is yours…

2014, the year of Strong Women
Around the world, everyday, all day;
Congratulations to the women!
You deserve to have it your way.

her scab was a brown smudge
the flooring birch and rugged
broken assed downtown
like the door held up on its
gate hinges with industrial
screws

dont ask me about it
she whirled in with a world on
her hard hip
the smoke from lifes roadblock
fires still in her long cascade
of molten hot hair
black as a fallen angel
the chipped tooth softening
her smile

(like an escapists file)

Patience is the Key for seekers of knowledge
without it, nothing can be learnt
As it measures one's commitment...

At times when
we want to please
all people
we make our lives
biggest mistake

we can't please each
and
every one of 7.5 billion,
if we can't please ourselves
who else

Yesterday I was looking at the sky
and deciding if life was worth living.
Not for me, of course, my life is stellar.
But for these poor sods I witness stumbling
through the day as they reach for misery;
time and time again lamenting their loss
of hope and dreams and every good thing they
might conceive through every fault of their own.
I wonder, should I do the world a service?
Should I end their suffering and my own
annoyance at having to wade through the
morass of desperation they scatter

All my life I have been seeking you
To walk with you in the ways of Christ;
After all the trials you have been through,
It is time you experience a life that is nice.

Comfort is near...

You have been done everything alone,
Or so you believed that you have done so,
But God was there to guide you home,
And made you a branch with leaves to grow.

Protection is here...

hull shaped
for swift swirl

like the nights
falling thick beneath the
quiet clatter of the light

parking lot ball halls
transitory transitions
lucite from crystal

a cold week pierces
distress through fashionable
wear

angular sun on shadowed
muse faces and rugged ravaged
on the bus
oblivion in the ride
the beauty of the wild
and anonymity of suburbia

gloss skies from a jet
stream vacant and far
south