STARVING ARTIST

My cry is the hardest

My laugh the loudest

I am the black and white keys

With a variation of melodies

Inspiration is my pianist

And soul is his vocalist

She hits high and low notes

As I make her heart of hope my life line

On which I write my next rhyme

I suspend your thoughts over the edge 

of adventure I compose in prose.

With pen and ink I turn this page into a fragrant rose

And that page into a current of clamouring courage.

I am a book whose cover has never been known

And yet in whose pages endless faces and ages are shown,

Fragments of mysteries are thrown

That turn into puddles in which masses drown.

I am the voice that flies from an ocean of potent emotions  

Though not just a writer

I opt to write over being an average Nine-to-fiver

Underpaid, overworked depression wrecked

I evolve on the escarpment of endless expression,

I pay dearly for my transgression of social deformity

I am a starving artist

My love is the brightest and fullest moon

My depressions are dark and empty

Like the spaces between the stars

I am the hide stretched over the hollow bark.

Drama drums delightfully on my chest
as her emotions burst and overwhelm me,

Flooding every inch of my skin with music 
and yet I am dying of thirst for another vibrant verse, 

these sounds bounce inside the walls of my life

And so into the wilderness of melody my soul carries my feet.

All is brought to life by the beats that I breathe.

Hungry eyes devour my delicious dance with romance...

I am the droplets from the divine music of the abstract

Though not a dancer I opt to dance

Over being a puppet of idiotic -isms and deceptive constructs

I pay dearly for my transcendence of social conformity

I am a starving artist

My sight cuts through layers and sees 
acres upon acres inside that wrinkled mind.

I float between the messages that are sung to my senses

I am struck off from the world wide web Of I want - type of thoughts.

The sky is in my heart, my heart in the sky

Now you know my reason to smile.

Along many paths I walked,

Along the miles with many souls I spake:

The children told of Magical dreams that flow like silver streams
What beautiful dreams

The King told of the burdens that burnt his sleep 
and made his heart weep, shackles that even a slave would not keep

The playful youth immersed in the beauty of the beloved, 
explained how at the sight of love

The world turned him into a sculptor of poetry.

The Princess explained the piercing pain she felt 
as the ageless mirror stole her royal charm.

The mother spoke of how the pain of birth showers an ocean 
of love for her child a language of sacred conversations by the constellations.

The drunkard soberly spoke of the sorrows that stained his soul, 
He mentioned that no matter how much he drank 
the emotions he bottled kept his cup full.

The wise woman explained how futile the tree of wisdom was

If it did not flower with good actions and did not bear sincere fruit.

The Imaam put into perspective the consequences

Of this action and that action

And yet confessed that Allah knows best.

The Fool lamented that his regret caused him to regress and wished

That he had followed the direction of deeper reflection...

And so you see from the kaleidoscope of my conversations,

Much colour has been brought to my attention.

Carefully crushed and mixed with the water from my being,

I project these pastel perceptions of self 
and flashes of the universe on the face of the earth

Though not just a painter I choose to paint over

Being a dusty portrait of self pity

I pay dearly for my animated sketches of speechless sights.  

I am a starving artist.

And though my stomach is empty

I make the belly of your soul heavy

Though my attire is tattered

The garb of my soul is golden

My wealth will not wrinkle

I am the poet's powerful pulse

The Sufi's sacred scent

The Lantern's luminous light

The single soul

That is known

In the breath of countless cultures

The abstract that is never absent

My poverty is a thick veil

That stands between

You and a marvellous universe

I am an artist

It is you that starves.

OUTER SPACE

Her roar left me raw
As her words waged war
Against the images she imagined, loved then tore
into pieces that crystallized in her core.

Nonetheless she kissed comfort with the lips she wore.
Her self esteem would soon soar
and multiply with every set of eyes her flowering femininity would draw

His ego would knock on an open door
She has seen this before
though it is she that he claims to adore
before spring he will remember that open door

Her self esteem will plummet and crash on the floor
The emotions will gather her broken heart beats and her soul will pour

she slips back into the moment and thinks: don't be such a bore

And now it's nearly spring
She's lost a beautified thing

Her eyes blossom into tears
 love has become a painful spear
that settled in the flesh of her soul.

All the world's hype and lustful lies solidify in her hand
And now once more she felt safe behind her shield

Every time I hear her roar
My existence shatters into pieces of her:

Sharp edges of pain
without comfort

A bare bitterness
waiting to be clothed by that...... sweet lovin

Drama dripping from her eyes

That might be why she'd rather have them thinking of her thighs

She always wore a different face
But always wore the same dress

Always sinking into the same space

Sometimes I wish some one would write
across the blue sky

for this lioness

a place that might catch her gentle eyes

YOU ARE YOUR SAFEST SPACE!
NOT THE STARS IN OUTER SPACE!

TODAY

Time towers over us
As we interpret this moment to be hours

Minutes molded into a maze
sliced from seconds that become fast cementing pathways
we walk on encircled in bubbles of new born days
mornings mapped with mourning and a couple of sun rays

As curiosity or lack thereof leads us to our inseparable ways
that grow into mushrooming midday's
We merge melody and music into our ancestors yesterday's and buried ways

Well at least till we fumble upon our own way or the prescribed way

Or till  lazy afternoon naps give us away
When we dream of that hypnotizing perfume of our full potential
that our daily chores did not care to mention

Perhaps when self pity sets
we will erase regret in sets

And begin to remember the sound spoken by the seed
that silently sprouts into an awesome sight

Between the palms of the earth, beneath a skin as dark as night 
it resolves within itself to take the form of light
With all its being it searches for what is warm and bright
With all it's might 

And never ceases to seek it even in the cold rain
till it reaches the certainty of the silencing night 


What is best to praise
of our encounter with this ever present today?

That throws what we think to be ours
in a dungeon so far away
that nothing remains of it's shadow
other than the mind's futile play
or the heart's abstract contracting pain

Do we praise Today?

How does one explain 
That today was made plain
If one cannot comprehend 
that today was marvelously made?

DEF POET'S INK

Def Poet's Ink

Africa fills her beautiful eyes with tears in agony
that has mastered her children and overwhelms her turbulent emotions, 
yes she is a Queen for she gave birth to nations of royalty and warriors, 
her crown so beautiful a bright light came from it
that blinds the eyes of those who wish to be led by the spiritually dead.

her crown had colorful gems and precious minerals
a masterpiece crafted by mother nature’s green hands

this amongst many wonders made
her planet earth's beauty spot.

I pity her as devilish dictators roamed her kingdom like killer locust
flying over her golden crop that left her children starring
into the face of famine and her five fearsome curses. 

The greedy man swallows her multi carrot wealth and
feeds her leaders the apple of poisoned politics, 
these leaders married their women to brutality
and clothed them in thick garments of pain.

These leaders stole the wholesome future
from their infants mouths and filled their tiny soft innocent hands
with man's greatest invention 

THE MACHINE GUN!

To harden their hearts and ensure that her fertile soil 
is washed in their priceless blood!
But still her foot soldiers cannot rub their eyes and clear their vision 
blurred by a concoction of pretty propaganda, empty pride, falsehood and toxic morals
this mixture is labeled “to make a civilized citizen with a strong sense of culture”.

These intoxicated soldiers march away from the front line
in the rhythm of late night bashes as they indulged in a bottled joy 
these troops will mock a virgin’s flower,
to these troops AIDS is no foe but a legendary myth and death an illusion,
they conscience is no means of staying cool.
By he who holds my breath!
By he who put upon this earth the glorious book 
they will meet the hour.

PUNCH your fist in the air!
Speak in colorful tongues! 
And lift your courage to the heavens!

FIGHT to free Mama Africa!

Let us FIGHT with our minds, our swords, our hearts and our spears.
For the power of their demise lies in what they wish to destroy.
Fight for a def poet’s ink can bring sight to blind mind

c2005

DEAR RAMADAN

Dear Ramadan

And at the waiting of your moon
My heedless heart flutters
My emaciated soul yearns
I’ve been a waiting groom for eleven moons
though I have not perfumed my deeds
or cleaned this stench from my mouth

Though I have not dressed the best of dresses
Though I come draped in forgetfulness
I know that the light of your beauty
need only shine on my face
and any eye that falls upon it
will not blink.

Though my pockets are empty
and I bring no dowry
I know that my days with you
are filled with golden treasures
that no mind can imagine.

The thought of your face
has frozen the words in my pen
But it is in your presence
that a pearl was sent
Who’s beauty no poet will ever know
The marvelous Quran
The words that I hear
but I am too deaf to listen too
The words that I look at
but too blind to see
the words that I recite
and yet to dumb to read
What a saddening waste
For surely than this
There is no greater disgrace
So with the light of your beauty
cover my face
With your overflowing mercy
drown my faults
with the sacredness of your presence
transmute my base metal into gold!

Little do I know
That when words of the Quran flow
through the furrows of the soul
with a melody sweet and slow
Hidden surfaces of the spirit become known
A sacred softness starts to grow
A distant moon begins to glow
A seed of wholeness is sowed
beneath the soul’s scent full soil
that silently germinates
into fragrant sounds
melodies that marinate
the heart in the pulse of life
and enshroud that life with the Love of God
with waters of remembrance that awaken the soul
Till everything perishes into the Truth of Truth
Till the essence is drenched =in Truth
And yet when your moon dies
your gift to this follower of Muhammad (peace be upon his Excellency)
The helper of truth by the truth
is cremated in the forgetful flame
of crippling passions.

Dear Ramadan
return my thoughts to Purity
Summon my feet to the ocean of Mercy
Moisten my lips with the utterance of His Glory
immerse my skin in the waters of your beauty
fill my forgetful corpse with the essence of worship
envelope my being in submission to my Lord
annihilate my procrastination in steadfastness
perfume my actions with the scent of Muhammad
the fragrance of all existence (peace be upon his Excellency)
draw me closer to the Treasure of all treasures
starve my ego without end
And cement my inner state
in increasing goodness
And through the station of His beloved slave and
messenger (peace be upon his Excellency)
of His complete message
May your Lord grant me my wish!

IMAAM TIJANI CISSE

Your poetry thunders inside me
I sit bewildered by bolts of beauty
As I capture captions of your light I see right through me

Celestial clamoring that never ceases
As pleasant as a refreshing breeze is
A rumbling roar that proclaims who The Real is

Forgetfulness
washes away in this soothing stream of reforming remembrance
No pen can speak of your brilliance
No tongue bears the eloquence of your excellence
No master can rival your  presence
No wayfarer can reach the essence of your essence
No flower carries nectar more pure than your heart's fragrance

O Shykh Tijani Ibn Aliyou Cisse!

May Allah sanctify your secret and wash our hearts
with waters from the well of your perfected be-ing
so that we may soar in our soul journ.

O Master
How marvelously the light
Of Muhammed (may peace be upon him) Allah's beloved shines
On your face, your hands and feet
Like the light of a full moon  kissing the surface of a still lake
A sweet sight indeed for my bland soul to take.

O Master
Your cloud of God Consciousness constantly pours
With rain drops of Allah's remembrance
That causes my heart to germinate with love for Allah in abundance

O Master
Your electric emulation of the inheritors of the Final Prophet Muhammad (may peace be upon him)
Sinks my soul in depths of contemplation
Of the cosmic character that perfection envies.

You are the heart with which my love for Allah
Is felt with a ferocious fever
it is by your  hand I pledge alliance
To tread upon the purified and perfected path paved
By Allah's beloved Prophet! (may peace be upon him)

You are the precious velvet red
that curtains a concealed conundrum

You are the effulgent emerald emanating exquisite divine delicacies
That saturate the seeker's heart with everything that was hoped for and galaxies more

Shykh Tijani
It is of Allah that you remind me
In this, the sight of you suffices me.

Beloved Master
You have inherited every molecule of the Prophet (May peace be upon him)
We obtest  that you raise us to the pedigree of his purified companions.

Beloved Master
You have absorbed the magnumus means
From the saint that stands alone
A Formula that propels  the seeker at the speed of sincerity
Dissolve our ego's  in your crystal clear aspiration!

O beloved Master

You are the Fluorescent Firmament
Flowing from Floods of phenomenal Stature
That trebled the taste of the souls rooted in rapture
And baptized the heart of the seekers in a state light years
Ahead of those that forgetfulness has  put to sleep

DROWN THAT FROWN

Smile life means no harm
Smile and express your charm
Wear hope for a crown
Make the world your farm


Plough in it the dreams treasured in your heart’s palm
But carry a basket to harvest life’s seasonal lessons on the other arm
Least ignorance overwhelms you like a deadly swarm
Amass your good to a healthy sum


Pile your bad on a dwindling lump
Take hold of your temperament and disarm
And give your heart a raised thumb


Let the dancing seasons be a colourful alarm
Of time’s promise to return you to where you’re from
As he did so punctually to what has come and gone
For he asks you not if you’re weak or strong


Know that it is the present that must now be worn
All past moments must be ritually torn
And piercing pains in times bottomless well thrown
A hopeful appetite for tomorrow must now be shown


Listen attentively as the wise man plays his drum
For his melody hath over many fools shone
And did away with misconceptions that their thoughts sat upon
And deemed lost battles, wars newly won


Smile at the beauty of nature to which your soul is drawn
Smile at the magical rhythm that grows on poetry’s lawn
Smile and drown that frown


Smile even if it’s not for long
Smile and joy will sing you a happy song.

BURST

Burst

Under the spell of words
Silence is now an undone curse

These bubbling blessings burst
Into Vivid Verse.

With a purpose
Too pure to put in a purse.

A flow of fission felt as expressions disburse
A garden that inspiration will forever nurse
Passionate forms that live a life without rehearse
And yet beauty intensifies the heart's thirst
every sip taken by the soul is as lethal as the first

The elements twirl into a tantalizing twist
The pen glides on regardless of the persisting pain that pesters the broken wrist
These finger tips stare without blinking at the struggle between emotion and expression
That give heart held turbulence to this script

This hand soaks the souls that are life light and souls that darkness bit
To show the depth of perpetual desire in doom-ful pit
To show the pearls and thrones of praise on which love moist tongues sit.
The romance and tragedy that the poet's pen hath writ.

Now dear tell me do you care to come with?

On this journey in which the I in you is unearthed
The relentless return
By the light of a beautiful lantern
Whose truth only  the heart can discern
To  a Unity most certain
So that we can see past this playful pattern
And break free from opulent oblivion.

LET ME SPEAK

Let me speak!
In the name of He
In who's refuge
the rejected one
is made weak
and whose Essence
the meditating one seeks.

Let me speak!
From a heart that sees
what is hidden beneath
deceptive seas,
In the melody of a churning mind
Whose sculpture
falsehood cannot hide behind.

Let me speak!
with a tongue who's thoughts are not captive
to an ignorance that is brute,
And flood your ears
with an ocean of expression.
Expressions as painful as a
revolutionary's tears
expressions as sacred as life laboring screams.

Let me speak!
And carve a conscious door in our mind
that will liberate you from the overflowing hate
before you drown at your ending,
in a thunderous voice that cuts
deep wounds in the flesh of ambiguity.

Let me speak!
About the zealous Zionist
who gave the keys to the suicide
pianist, that nurtured a hate artist.

Let me speak!
With words that give your soul shade
from the heat of confusion that radiates,
That liars made and said it's dark light illuminates.

Let me speak!
Of things that defy democracies
of demonic tendencies
that aim to please
kleptocracies
that feed Africa freedom fantasies.

Let me speak!
and tell you what didn't leave 
that politician's beak
whose career is at it's peak
who's promises seek o heal
masses from which his policies steal.

Let me speak!
And tell you how evilnomics
brought about the term O.I.L
and why evilnomics 
has killed the food in your soil.

Let me speak!
And inform you of the white house jihad
right after I tell you:
how many Savimbi diamonds they have,
how they made Africa sad,
why they say Commander Castro is mad
and why they say Korea is bad while they've gone beyond mad.
Let me inform you why they prey on Palestine
as we pray for them.
Brother,Sister!
This white house jihad is well planned.
Planned to make you disband,
to get things out of hand
Planned to declare them
the only "helping hand"
That's how a plutocrat
kept the upper hand.
But they'll need more than a hand
to cup Time's Sand!

let me speak
Words that incite you to seek
messages that inspire your soul to reach:
What many worlds refuse to teach
The Truth
that they forgot to preach.

Let me speak
And narrate
why millions never ate
while you rate
that movie:
Great out of 8
As the silver screen erased  your mind sight
And encrypted in it
What the screen writer deemed right.

Let me speak!
And tell you
How Hollywood beautified sin and mad it good:
They put your sister in the naked scene
And told you that if you're eighteen
then to see her shame is not obscene.

Let me speak!
and take you on a journey of worship today
Where fallen stars make great gossip.
A temple where the brightest stars are made deities that brace red carpets
and fill stadiums with servants that chant and scream:
Oh my god!

Let me speak!
Let my words be the flowing ink
that is sacrificed on the pages
that return you to the adage of the sages
Whose poetic wisdom has humbled a plethora of ages.
Let my words be the pen that scribes the dangers of the lust den.
Let my words be the poem that reminds our minds
of the lessons that time has woven.

Let me speak!
to remind you of what it feels like
not to  play their fool
when their words begin to pelt
those that don't play cool.

Let me speak!
Words that catapult your soul
to the threshold of knowledge
where lessons never cease to pour
like waters over a lofty edge.

Let me speak!
Though my expressions are shackled
in the chains of a language
that aims to gauge passion
but enslaves it's emotion.

Let me speak
in the rhythm of my pen flow
that drums on your conscious
a melody that makes your spirit glow.

Let me speak
with the wisdom
of those who came before us
who's good is the best compass
Who's warnings must come to pass.

I end in the name of He
who none can surpass
The First the Forever Last!