The Den

The Den is deeper
Than the sleep of the cavedin sleeper
Than the grim of the reaper
Than the illusions that whisper

Deeper
Than the depth
Of darkness upon darkness
Than the breath
Marinated in bitterness
And folded in fears
for countless years

The Den defiles
Sanctified smiles
And leaves light lifeless
And life flightless

The Den destroys
The toys
Of little girls and boys
Then takes residence
In the residue of their rotting resistance
Making grown up girls and boys
The play toys
Of Melancholy's mind games

In the Den Matrimony
Is a treasure that never ceases to weep
A reality that hope fails to keep
A marriage of flesh
That contains ever escaping essences
A companionship of functional corpses
Prisoners pinning
to become freed fantasies
And as time trickles the mould thickens
As love counts more casualties
Than the heads
of mass produced chickens

The den is deep
It swallows the souls
Of unsuspecting victims
Sinking them in holes
Far from Reflection's radiant reach
Light years away from the fruits
That truth sets out to teach

The den is deep
As deep as the silence that stones
a dead beat
Deeper than the pulse
That encloses one's be-ing
In the state of a savage beast
An eternity away from
The sacred state of
Submission to the supreme
without retreat

Arid Souls
Clenched hearts
Mindless tongues
With desire for hands
Clenching onto darkness
With consciousness
frothing with forgetfulness

What lush gratefulness
My garden grows
For these feet to have reached
This pleasant path that love bestows
Upon the gems among loveward souls

By the lines of a light
That love lit
My slumber was poured out
And a precious presence poured in:
Praises of a poetic lift
With wings of love
For prophetic light
Illuminating ink
Delightful drink
A Millennia more intense than
The marvel made manifest in a blink

Sacrifice!
Said guidance
The temporal
For the eternal
The eternal
For the Real

So we fell on the sword of rembrance
Of The Owner of Benevolence
An explosion of existence
In an infinite instant

So we rose to smell the rose
Whose sanctified scent
Gives guidance and ascent
The pearl of the poets prose

Then we were lit
By the lavish light
The Beautiful brightness
The lantern that holds a litany of love

Then taken by the hand
By the beloved's one man band
Whose praises for the beloved
Are gorgeous and grand
Celestial sentences
from the love guided hand

Here you see love is alive
Heart beats thrive
With the merriment of a jubilant jive
And a buzzing sweetness that
Can only be found in a bee hive
And lovebirds foster in each other
The sacred five
And brew in their souls
Bewildering love for the beloved
And The Most High
This love is mos fly
For this is only a fractured fraction
Of what awaits this love
In the afterlife
After a lifetime as Husband and wife
Enveloped in each other's essences echoing  Loudly back to their Lord
As the fantasies of their flesh
Find fluorescent fruition
And their hearts harp
Harmoniously on the heap
Of love's harvest
A tip higher than Everest
Souls that will forever find rest
In Love's sacred chamber

This heart prays
To be Lifted to the length of light

by  The Extraordinary Eminence
Of the Exemplary Seal
Of the Prophets(May pace be upon him)
The Master of all Matter
The Supreme Slave of The Maker
The soul in a constant state of ascension
Possessor of accepted intercession
The gem with perfections to
numerous to mention
Muhammad
May pace be upon him

And the excellent axis
The scent of sincere praises
Of the one raised
Imbued in the element of existence
Soaked in his  (Salallahu Alayhi wa salaam's) sweetnes

The seal's seal
Ibn Abbas
The Receptor of the Ruby's
fullest fragrance
The bark of remedial remembrance
Ahmed Tijani
May His Lord be pleased with him

And by the favored overflow
Through whom knowing is made to glow
Love from the beloved's bow
The jugular vein of all the light
That leaps upon the galaxies
From the  Jubilant Jewel of mercy
Carving inch by inch
their treasuries, subtleties and intricacies
The fantastic form
The erudite enlivener
The exemplary inheritor
The flower whose fragrances
never cease to flower
In Absolute awe
Of Muhammad Salallahu
Alayhi wa salaam
The slave
Adorned by Love
With incredible increment
Of love for the beloved
Ebrahim Niasse
May His Lord be pleased with him.

He who had no need to remember Love
For only what is forgotten
Needs to be remembered
And Love was in this heart deeply
Embedded.

The Great Battle

Two armies blew their war trumpets
as their soldiers marched in rows
On a dreaded plain they brought bloodshed
they all digested their fear, if not they were dead

Bloodshed I tell you is not for the faint hearted
these soldier’s hearts halted
then beat again in a sudden burst
as one threw his spear to the front line, they dispersed

One army tripled in size the other
the former brought death
A ray of life brought the later
as they battled one another.

To those of life the battle was now lost
all precious hope now lost.

Alas! There's victory for none
For those who brought death,
death they'd won.

Now silence overcomes this human body
The soul has been pulled out of Mama’s body
This tragedy no man could mend
now Mama's life has reached the end

A moment of silence filled the room
now Mama will lie by her groom
Hhawu mntanami! cried Gogo in the room
A toddler’s cry was heard from the room

Gogo took the toddler in her arms
as tears soaked her wrinkled face
she held this orphan child's hands
as she prayed for strength, for together they have much to face

This war was now over
maybe for Mama
but has long started over
in tiny little Nana

You see...... long be for Nana was born
Mama was young with large hips
and as she walked many boy's hearts were torn
for she had rosy cheeks and luscious lips

One day Ubaba won her heart
he paid in full for her lobola
Their hearts became one heart
She became his Cinderella

He was a gentleman
now no more
He had one pretty lady
but now wanted more

He often beat on Cinderella
and often  had one too many
poor Cinderella
the pieces in her heart where one two many

Ubaba said he had a stressful job
he always put in extra hours
Now family must pay for the stress in his job
as Cinderella’s love worked unpaid hours

One Day Ubaba drove his expensive car
wearing expensive attire
He picked up a 15 year old girl in his car
this self claimed 21 year old became the flame of his desire

Ubaba loved skin to skin
and refused the right choice
his employee wasn’t keen
But her new boss gave her no choice

Now Ubaba broke his wedding vows
but Mama kept her vows
Ubaba got a horrible illness
Ubaba gave Mama a vessel of Aids

So Cinderella lost a battle not hers
Could this battle be yours?
You think this battle is your neighbors
why can't we make this battle ours!

WOMAN

WOMAN

There is more to her
than meets the eye
Her bulging beauty blinds the restless eyes that vie
as if she where a prize

Mini skirt or hijab
his heart is hit by a beat
stopping jab
her smile is layer upon
layer of light that makes
the breathing of onlookers bright

Her eyes speak out to the world in search of a morsel of meaning for every thundering thought

making every word
that she blinks
an ornament of mystery
to those that look
into the distance she is
and yet only see
as far as themselves

Woman you are a wonder
no wander men meander  endlessly ego sighted
in search of the cosmology
of your beauty
forgetting that you are a conundrum of The Infinite
a depth illusive to the hand
A universe that
the minds of many
are unable to mine.

Jar Of Light

With heads bent at the door
They barely hear you pour
Barely able to draw
The ruby like ray's
of what light gives you to store
If their sight
could not kiss the jar
How could their lips see
The receptacle
into which you pour
The cup whose brightness
writes the soul
of sentences on our faces
the embroider of the reason for Allah's remembrance
upon hearts
the season that causes love
for Adnan to blossom so fragrantly in the fertile fields
of star bound souls
the art that gave birth to all arts, the galaxy that glows
in the corner of every atom
the infinity that definitions
cannot fathom
the death of detail
the journey without a trail

we sit with our heads
bent at your door
pouring ourselves into the particles you pour
our souls absorbed
in the Essence's ebb
our heart beats become
seeds carried by the
pleasant breeze of The Presence
our blood vessels
circumambulate 
The Throne
our lungs drowning
in awe of the unknown
the deeper death drips
from every breath
inhaled elements explode
into the length of light
love's life lives
eternally in every
breath exhaled
our lips are locked
to beauty's brim
with every gulp
perception is
engulfed by elevation
and never stoned by separation

you are love's height
love's hearing
and love's sight
love's touch
and love's delight
love's taste
and love's light

Jar of light
what was broken
you make bright
whatever you water
grows beautifully lush
what sweeter means
have we other
than you to the marvel
of the Prophet's musk
no clearer lens
is at our disposal to see
Love's luminous
landscape unmasked

BEAUTY'S BROTH

Beauty's broth bubbles,

In the lover's pot,

With every stir the light lit doubles,

Love's hymn in the heart is hot,

As melody  turns to straw taunting troubles,

See souls drowning in the dot inside the dot,

As the seeker's salivating stomach rumbles,

Lines far stretched are drawn back to the dot,

The caving crave crumbles,

Sentences are sown back to the sacred spot,

saved by an affection that is safe from a seeing that stumbles,

For the regal regent whose knowing is not in a knot,

Words are awoken by the drumming dreams
Forgetfulness forgot

The resplendent remembrance of the riveting radiance by which truth humbles

The motion of moments that peel the purpose in fate's plot

For far from him the fool fumbles,

Yet from his lips wisdom was granted her lot,

And from the depth of silence gold mumbles

From love to love
In love by love
To love for love
In love with love

Upon him is love
For he is beloved to Love
Only loved by the loved
Only blinded from the blind
Only found by the profound
Only witnessed by those witnessing

Sacred Storm

From
form to form
Hearts are drawn
Then by the very form
That those affections adorn
Those hearts are out worn

From dusk till dawn
Hearts comb
Their beloved form
So their love is constantly reborn
Even the flames that time has evidently torn

From evening to morn
Hearts fall from the death of form
The widow wails but the heart forgets to mourn
As the soul is flown
Into the calm of the sacred storm
Into what the forgetful form
forgets to adore and adorn
Into the light of every form
Into the field from which springs
The fragrance of every form

These hearts housed
By phenomena of all that is form
Are never outworn
And never torn
But constantly reborn
In the ruby that reddens every form!

I'm No Thief

I am not a thief

I never had a knack
For breaking locks
of pad locked houses
I believe that
What was not written
As mine should not be desired
By this heart of mine
But my pen
has no perfection
To define 
Only blots of ink
that build up
on a fine line
Though not gifted
in seeing
the fine line
I've been gifted to
know what's mine
What wants to be mine
And What's mine to define

So try as I may
It is beyond my reach
To open the doors
Upon which your
Heart beats knock

Try as I may to discern the seconds that soak your emotions
I am unable to see the hours that build up your inner most state
Though I know that time's tic
Will soon come
to a sudden stop
I could never tell the
direction of motion
of the arms
on your clock

I am
A king
Only to love
A light
Only to love
I am a pauper
Only to love
A slave
Only to love

And so I love
with all that I have
And All that I have
is All that I love

I love with all that I am
I am all that I love