Once Upon Her Throne

Upon Her Throne

Once Upon her throne

she has no clone

no broken bone

no need to cast a stone

her being is marinated in 

higher vibrations 

whether she's in 

a crowd or alone

Her mind is the most beautiful

Sparkle that the universe has ever sown

Her soul has outgrown

The lies that always won

Her every form is a phenomenon

Whose full moon can only be seen

By the galaxy alone

A sacred beam borne

That Love falls into with heart sworn

To the finite fragrances

 that Infinity has worn

That left Time's turns torn

And Space's lips stuck to the rams horn

In deep awe of the shapes

That her shadow has shown

Her thoughts are ripened

by reflections of a realm 

that felt surreal

The incantations that her inward

Could not conceal

Triumphant treasures that the trail of tribulations timely  reveal

As she drowned

in the desire to self heal

She began to treasure her soul appeal 

The pain began to peal

Off her being to reveal

Her zest and her zeal

Unveiled visions of the Real

Once Upon her throne

she has no clone

no broken bone

no need to cast a stone

Mankind has been 

blinded by her kindness

The glorious gifts she gives

So we exchange them for

Scraps and scars

Torment and torture

Let us forge for her a fortress

Populated by a colourful chorus

That sings of the sacredness of her wholness

A palace for the paradise that she is

Made from golden gratitude

To her  stream of self sacrifices

And marble of marvel

Of her ever evolving role

That nurtures every rhythm of our race

For though we celebrate her emerald being in a day or a verse

The cosmos chants her praises over light years

The Spiritual Sings

I've just comeback

From a concussion caused 

By sitting in spaces I didn't fit in 

Forced conversations with faces 

that don't speak me

I've just comeback 

From a heart attack 

A shattering shock 

Of lies lit to make dark

My light's spark

I've just comeback 

From a maze of madness 

Whose caffeine high 

Got me losing mind

Had me coffin low

The thousandth death super slow 

I've just comeback 

From carrying my 

Guttered gut

Between fidgety fingers

And baseless petals 

Of crushed paranoia

I've just comback 

From a twisted path

Tabulated by a psycho's math

Who danced to the derivative 

Of the absent boundary 

of an emptied empath

I've just comeback 

From soulache 

pain planted 

Across acres of past, 

present and future lives 

My tenses sentence 

To a toxic existence 

I've just comeback 

From written reals

Of tormenting tragedies 

That trapped the spirit 

In a storm of tears 

That bruised being 

Would not let droplets drop 

The spiritual sings

I'm fortunate to be back

To have grown teeth 

Strong enough to chew on chains

And still have enough of me

To dance in rain

Enough sun to outgrow the pain

Enough rhyme to mirror poetry 

Enough heart to love me again 

Enough life to live beautifully 

Enough gut to stay brave

Enough me to make every moment count 

Enough soul to make souljourn 

The Spiritual sings 

Ink-credible things 

Like there's no going back 

And to read this poem 

Anytime any dreadful demon 

Calls me back 

What is Mathematics?

Greek Mathema...

To study...
Every inch inked into existence
Inhale, exhale
The simple alphabet of motions
In life's exquisite equation

Sanskrit Matha
Monastery...
An acre in the anatomy of an atom
In whose quantum chambers
Reclines radical theorems
that thinker's thread
To tailor time, to centre space.

Kemetic Ma'at
Algebraic Alchemy
Beaming binary
Of Cosmic cause of course
that cut all things coarse
Dimensions of dancing derivatives
Eternity's excellent epistemology
Fate's flowering fission
Gold's gallant glow
Hatchepsut's herbs harping heavenly harmony
Infinity In Imhotep's Inkpot
Javascript joints of the Jacobian Matrix
Al Khwarizmi's algorithmic allegory
Luminous layers of logic
Mice mazed in magic squares
A nebular of numerals knit into
Ocular occult ornaments
poured out poetically into prose
contemplations quarried by Quantum Quail
Resplendent roots
brewed in Sapphire spaces
the tension taught by ticking triggers
uncivilised unilateral usurpation of the universal urn
vengeance violins violet violence
Wagadou's wombs waters weigh weighty words in wait
of Solutions to expiate X
For Malcolm's Zealous Mathematics
Has zoned us into the Zillionth power petaled by Zero

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Healing

O What a beaming beautiful 

moon my heart bled,

Moon grain by moon grain across a

Pitch black parchment whose intimate darkness pronounced death 

O what sacred symphonies

Scorch sorrow's somber sight

Stars birthed from scrupulous scars

To shatter the infinite frame

Of drowning Dispair that

Tangos with the endless night

Every breath booked

Upon pages spined

Bound letters that line libraries 

Whose voluptuos volumes

Of lessons illumes

Incarnated rotations

Whose planetary pulse pours 

into vein discourse

Like a river writes its course

Blossoming into prose

Like the ocean wrought force

Intensity in the motion of every fold

Like the earth limbs barks

From what was buried in 

the heart of hearts

Intensity in every emotion

Like space speaks art 

Excerpts that explicate expansion 

Contours of contraction 

Conciously Labour life lit action

Hymns that yield the knowing 

By which light is made to fraction 

A colourful cascade of cosmos

Light years leaping 

from the leaper's limping learning

Galaxies glowing to guide 

blinding binding

A quitntessential quake

That only gives with a take 

To the sleeping who wake

To the mending break

A quilling healing 

Of muddled feeling 

A quintic function

That plots the dysfunction

Of sightless seeing 

The algebraic pax

Of the quincunx reflection 

Of form torn

By the weight worn 

By a rising rotating to be reborn

Camillo Mubarak @Defpoetsink 

Epizeuxis

It's been a year

Since my form first frothed with fear

Shredded by shriveling shouts 

of an uncried tear

Torn by torments meant to 

haunt my mental sphere 

Oceans of melancholy whose 

Death dyed shores 

took the shape of my own spear 

Lows that flatned times tides 

Ancient anxieties anchored my

Soul at the valley of Sorrow's scape

Sans high hope Sans blissful escape

But now I'm here

This day is new and clear

This breath is nuclear 

A fission that flowers fragrant fate 

Mushrooming clouds of Colours 

that ululate

At the sight of the carcass grey that 

the Lioness ate at the Lion's Gate

The reward for the reflective roar 

That Reason will rhythmically radiate

That Patience is ever eager to elevate 

Perfumed pulses that permeate

The atom's abyss of absence

Like The Beloved palmed in 

The Lover's presitne perpetual prescence 

An eternal epic epizeuxis by the essence 

As poetic as the desimated one's remebrence. 

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 

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 

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

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

FAJAR

Look
at how beautifully
the Horizon
dances at dawn
To the silhouettes sung by the silence of
scripted stars 
Pregnant with sun
Her planetary poetry propels the moon
into scented
states of swoon

Her heavenly
healing hummm
heralds...
Heaven's heartwarming herald
Eternity's emergent emerald
The Superluminal! Supersonic! Superstar!
A perfection petaled by The Perfector
The Nectar
whose sweetness knitted
the knighthood
of every nibbling nebula

Yes!
The Horizon !
Dances at dawn
She is deeply drawn
to the canvas
on which the heartbeats of
her handheld hours were drawn,
and where the fertility of 
her serenity was sown
 and the second that soaked
the seconds that speak
 the sacredness of
her soul journing soul

The birth...
For which
The Earth Had held
her bubbling breath
The Gospel promised to
Time's ticking patience
The joy of his golden Gnosis
The beam of beauty
that unearthed
a euphoric smile
from Space's
gracious face
The finite form
whose soul was formed
from Infinite light
Love's luminous delight
The babe that
dawn draped with
the treasures torn
from her night
Her lucid love's
lyrical light

Will you allow
sleep to steal
from you this
splendid sight?
your dreams
to drown your rise?
Cremating the rays that write
your shine
as you procrastinate
the glaring gifts gifted
to your collapsed conscious
What colossal colours
carved into your core
do you constantly ignore?
causing you to lose sight
of your inner ore

Why not let your
being blossom to
the rhymes
that twinkle from
eternity's eccentric eyes?
lower your
gallant galaxy's guise

Let your
enchanting chariot
paint the sky
with the Sun's rise
As multiplicity
multiplies,
multiply!
The victorious moment
that demoralizing doubt
cannot divide
poured from the perfuming
prostrations purified
by gushing waters worded by
The highest high
that the chaos
that clouds
the clueless
cannot deny

DEAR BELIEVER

I don't know what your battles are

Or the size of your seeping scars

Or how often you find yourself

dancing with mars

I don't know how high your clouds fly

Or the name of the Rainbow from which

You carve out your soul's dye

Or the amount of times you've become the sky

All I know is

as I walk upon the earth

I drown in the dazzle of diminishing days

As nights nibble away at the

niceties I knit for my stay

I know

That whispers weaken

my ķnees when I'm upright

And lighten the deeds

that I thought to be steadfast superfast

I know

That deep inside

I constantly fight

A one I-yed enemy

That constantly tries

To enslave me to a slave

that constantly captures my worship

encaging it in a cave

Void of light

I know that

Distractions drum falls

into my path tirelessly daily

and that Desire's fire

has a roasting roar

That turns to ashes

the parts of me that I adore

But a phenomenal fortune flowers

At my doorstep once more

A scented crescent sent

to cleanse my core

Of all that I testify to abhore

Beyond every shadow of doubt

this fragrance doth the

withered radiance restore

A serenity that calmly cleanses the core

A heavenly healing harmony

that hearts the catastrophic chaos

And everything that it made sore

So that dormant chambers

can come to life once more

But just as I bathed in

the light of your fullness

Just as I gorged and gulped

At your wholesome goodness

Just as I sought in your eyes

A single glance of love

That exceeds the explosive excitement

Of a thousand glances

Time sought to tear us apart

As her hands rushed to turn to art

This aching, breaking heart

Of your lover as you depart

An immortal portrait, her deepest art

Your departure has left me with a deep heart

There aren't enough oceans to fill this part

Of my existence to prevent

me from falling apart

I might never be as vibrant

As I was with love beside me

But you see

My love has left me

with more than just molding memories

Love has left me

With a trove of truthful deeds

But knowing me

I'll probably choose to rue

Instead of digging into these treasures

In which love taught me the amorous

pronunciation of the purest pleasures

A portion of delicious delights

That cause the soul to soar

to The Throne of The Over All

Who made The Beloved

The only Door

The way of the Over Soul

The Melodious Mercy

In love's treasury

Are violet lights

Purple perfumed prostrations

Placed lovingly repetitively

upon the earth's face

Over successive nights

Beneath the lyrical lights of guiding stars

That melt the mind in a myriad of meditations

That map out animated constellations

a maze of mirrors for the soul's silhouette

A sighing sight that beautifues

the breath of the earth

As the verses that venus versed

In the name of the universe

Became prose, a hearse for forgetfulness

O! what a beautiful ascension

Did love teach with every heartful mention

Of the sacred seven sentences

to the seventh dimension

In love's treasury

Are monumental monuments

Marvelling moments

In opulent orchids with

colossal circles of

fruit bearers and wine makers

As we watched wondrous rivers flow

A river of surreal recitations

And a river riveting remembrances

love and I wined and dined

To please love's palate

An attempt to satiate

Her aquired taste

to praise The Most praised

By The Possessor of All praise

our faces became erased

Our beings became the be-ing

That is love.

And in love's treasury

Is a luminous lattice of letters

Conferred upon the un lettered

Luminary to lead existence

To the exit of darkness, an entrance to light

A Lantern that made bright

the darkness of a thousand plus nights

As love and I surfed on the

The oceanic waves of The Over Womb

The vibrational emissions from The Esscence

A flowing forest of flowering fragrances

That praises, protects and sanctifies

the kaleidoscopic souls

entrusted with

condensed couplets of earthward

celestial wombs and the keys to heaven's

doors at her majestic feet

Certainly Destiny diced doom

And fed it to the fools

that deny her florescent feats

Iove and I

Are like the land and the sea

She showers gems on upon my shore

She never ceases to pour

fine pressed wines from the vineyard

Of her Lord's Awe

To better the lover's

Love from whence he loved before

Rekindling the flame

That dances at the mention of love's name

Ramadan my sweet love

Return once more

So that I can love as love

Once more

Till then

I will embellish

The pain of seperation

With treasures that you

Worded upon my being

The poetry of our infinity

Camillo Zimba

#LavanderLoveSphere #Ramadan