Saturday, 27 June 2020

Bight

Why is it that the soul's sky
Can sink in the mind's motion? 
Molten liquid in a furnace 
whose flame is frozen? 
At every breath a bight 
A becoming, a Might 


Friday, 26 June 2020

DEAR DEEPRESION

Dear depression

I don't remember exactly when 
you declared me your companion
When exactly you taunted my temperament with your anxious aggression
Bending all rays of reason from river that writes my reflection

I know I'm here now
At the floor of an ocean
Whose waters dehydrate every decibel 
Of comprehension 
A theater of menacing monsters 
Stark scilences that slice every breath 
Into morbid mounds of death

I know I'm here now 
Living in a lucid dream
That onlookers declare lugubrious 
A petrifying paralysis that lyrics
Life been lines layered with sleep
A surface whose shallow 
coating drowns deep
Where living is a shadow of a form 
Whose screams never cease to weep

I'm never heard hear 
Reality is barley a pull of the ear
This tumultuous thunder tears 
Through my torn form as
Polite Hi's I'm fine thanks and how are yous
My eulogy inks images 
of the most peacful pain
The calm that Colours 
The heaven of grey rain
Far from the frozen fossils 
Formed by the florescent smiles I fein
Please place your flowering judgments
At the head stone of my heart storm 
After tasting the grains from the sandstone
That crystalised the chaos that Colours my eyes... 

Dear depression 
Though I've vowed 
To never look down heal
I do not know 
What satire is scribed 
Beyond the seal
But as we wrestle 
Like God and Isra'eel 
May the fragrance flowing
From this crushed petal 
Cause your future forms to foam 
Stoned by every cent of stillnes stolen
Tortured by every war woven
Carving your essence in death
So that perhaps a part of tomorrow 
Can learn how to smile without sorrow. 

Camillo Mubarak 26 June 2020 








Wednesday, 24 June 2020

MONDERGREENS


We've long lost the dialect of our dreams
So we wander through reality
Writing, wording our world
In blurry mondergreens
Cruching on what we settled on
While painfully starring at the X-Ray
Of our broken dreams
Constantly flooded by a stream of screems
From our inner voice 
grazing upon mondergreens

Hopefully by the push of every scream
We are propelled towards 
a scentful souljourn
Journaling the semantics of soul
A travelog to transform 
the hell hole
Into wholesome wholeness
The lingering lonliness
Into an anchoring aloness
That allows us to gather 
at the festivities of pulsating forms
Without becoming deaf to 
the vase that houses our inner voice 
The forest that flowers our wildest dreams
So that we may become beaming beams
Bliss beautified beings 
Enlightened expansive earthlings 

Mubarak@Defpoetsink 25 June 2020

Tuesday, 23 June 2020

AD HOMINEM


They cull 
the constellations 
from your core
Druming delicious decibels
that wrap your feet in rhythm
Knitt warm notes to clothe 
our musical beings
Fame framed, starry sights
Magic with a memory
of ancient civilizations
with superb storytelling stature
As calming as chicken soup
but they add harm in them

They mix poison 
into their medicine
Crushing agendas 
to endanger us
to erase us 
Yes their elixirs look soulful 
but they added harm in them

Have you believing 
that you 
were born in sin
born to sin, 
the fatherless son of sin, 
you motherless womb of sin
What ancestors?
There is no sage 
in your lineage
No healers
just dealers
No healers
just hookers
No  God Kings 
just crooks and King Pins
No  God Queens 
just ghetto Shabeen Queens
Ad hominem 

They cull
the cosmology 
from your skull
Edify you with emptiness 
removing the syllables 
from every symbol 
They write a ream of rules
to incarcerate your right to rule
Ad hominem 

They feed you the famine 
of your feminity
and frame it in fragility 
Have you forgetting the fury
that ate defeat alive from your frame
on battlefields that their 
battillions dare not dream of
They have cut the silver chord
That connected your form to 
the Chrystal Crescent 
Tattoing the descent 
from your devine femininity 
They flooded the floor of your
Fruitful forest with enmity for him
So that your own being malnourishes him
Though he is to you 
what your left hand is to your right hand
Why are you so eager to fulfill their demand? 
Though his being was worded in your womb
Ad hominem 

They muzzled the marvel of your masculinity
minting your ore in intricate inferiority 
Caging the galaxies of your creativity in 3
Never allowing you to season 4
Or vibe a 5
Or an emergence to 6
Never affording you the splendor of 7
The poverty of palaces 
King of Khemet shackled by a vile vinyard of vices, voiceless 
All you hear is
Anger is man
Injustice is man
Violence is man
Broke is man
And since all ugly is man
Why would you man? 
If all that man can 
Is brutally bruise breathing breaths 
between battering beatings, blungeon blossoms beautifully borne 
to nurture nations and aspirations. 

But for a moment you lift your gaze 
From the shards of broken man
You will see plainly that 
You live a death to your divine masculinity 
Hidden to you is the heaven of your throne
And all that you know is
Your on your own
Ad Hominem 

Our serene society 
was never a contest between 
patriarchy and matriarchy
It was a ma'at-thematical harmony 
Equated by a cosmological cadance
cultivated in our collective conscious 
That is constantly excavated, mined from our minds by shape-shifting colonialism 
Ad Hominem 

You! are not dysfunctional by design 
They brew convoluted concoctions 
long before your conception
These Tricknologists tile 
triggers on your time line
to trapp you in tonnes of trauma 
that riddle you, rendering 
your regal roar 
Unrecognizable! 
Delusions dictated by the devil
Ad Hominem 
There is harm from them
There's Harm in them 

But in every budding breath lies burried
Religious Recitations of Rebirth 
for you to re-sight reality 
in every new moon 
Release radiating with real ease 
For you to re-right what you Re-lease 
in every full moon

Awaken to the treasuries within 
Oceans of healing 
Skies soaked in serenity 
Flames flowing infinitely 
Ululating transcendence
To coronate you
O Crownless Queen 
To coronate you
O Crownless King
Harvest the You in you 
So that the real eyes in you 
start to sea that 
The harm in them only harms them 


Camillo Mubarak 23 June 2020