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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