LOVE DYED

She said:

Love dyed my heart

with the height of the sky

He places playful pigments

in my mind that pour out

the white of my smile

He laces my heart beats with

red dream-like  ribbons that I love to untie

His gaze made me open my palms

So I could let forever fly

further and further away

from the beautiful breaths

that colour this marvelous moment

The glitter of his goodness goldens

the light of love I stand in

I feel bright as I breathe

my motions are majestic

like the soft serene scenery

of sunsets and sunrises

If I am earth

Then he is the sun that animates the wild

And when I become night

He is the fragrant light

That dazzles time between the

Spaces in my heart

He said:

Love died

She has left my laughs limping

and sentenced my lips to sorrow’s 

tortured tenses

Who ever thought that loneliness

would alienate me to Ache’s 

acrimonious archives?

Who would’ve thought that the loss of love

would bury me alive?

That pain would be built from the

bricks of a paradise I dwelt in?

Who would of thought that

every part of me would feel

dead no matter how much

air I breath in

No matter how many cries 

my soul would breath out?

Who would of thought

that love would weigh heavier than sin?

My breaths mumble as I mourn

a lively love stolen from my embrace

I have been widowed by Happiness

bewitched by what I desired ad absurdum

Dressed in the darknesses 

of a sinking sadness

I layer my loss in thought after thought

I drown in my own tears

and yet I still have oceans to cry

I never was good with good byes

It is only my skin that lives

For my heart drums 

the silence of death

She said:

Love died

I left him standing where he lies

and in the blink of an eye

My heart was empty inside

as a deep sense of betrayal 

began to multiply

Into countless whys

In search of the rotting reasons 

why I was not wise

Life began to tic anti clockwise

I became the laughing stock

of the sane and the wise

For I now realise

That every word that love watered

my germinating heart with 

was not love

but the disguise

Of  a heart Theif

That breaks into hearts

to break what hearts heart

then fill his heart

with the havoc he arts

To smash what is kind

grabbing onto whatever 

treasure he can find

His favourite victims are the blind

How could I have been so blind? 

Now I live between heart beats

from a heart with more stings 

than a behive

The world watched me 

becoming a wallowing weeping willow

They all look into my eyes and say

It might be best if you leave it behind

I guess they don't know

that the death that I've died too

leaves nothing behind 

Now where will I find

The courage to climb

Out of my fall from cloud ninety nine

for though winged

From this pit of self pity

I am unable to fly

He said:

Love dyed

My lips with the warmth 

of countless kisses

Her colours cling to the core of my soul

Painting peace upon 

the fabric of my be-ing

I am her Master-Peace

The sacred spaces of our inner peace

Have been pieced together so beautifully

It puzzles sober sights

Yet ignites every sky lantern lit for love

over countless nights

I fall to the heaven at her feet

Drenched in the depth of her deep

I melt away in the metaphysics 

of our love leap

that is felt in every nano second

of our pellucid poetic penning pulse

She bows before me

Passionately Purple with my praise

and for every letter of light 

that falls from her face

I raise her a degree higher 

above my kingdom

That it may kneel in her praise

A status that no thing can erase

from a love that time cannot deface

A love space cannot embrace

I am the green in her leaves

She is the radiance of my light

I shine upon her because 

I am her dancing desire

From her beauty 

my sight does not retreat

I am the clouds in her summer sky

She is the rain that falls 

Calmly upon my chest

I am the cold bitter winter

She is the tree whose  brown 

falls to ground

Knowing that soon 

I will clothe her again

In the sweetness 

of my scent-full spring

And to the billows of her beauty

My nest of melodies will sing

Tunes tailored for infinity 

So you see

We are a love that cannot die

For it is our passion that 

pours without pause

into the pigments with which love

So willingly dyes

Our intrigue that inspires

episodes of lovers throughout time

Our tender touches that write the lines

Upon which poets rhyme

and sharpen the edges 

at which war weaned warriors die

We are the stretched out branches 

from where birds learn to fly

We are the nostalgic images 

sketched like magic in the mind's eye

Yes the seeing of your seeing 

is her and I 

Within the frame our form

Drowns every delight

We are the spinning spear 

with which hearts conquer

Our secrets shape 

the skies to which 

songbirds sing too

Our love dyes

The seekers with rainbows of life

We are The Lavender Lovesphere 

that the lovers lose their selves too

Ours is a love

That dissolves all life forms 

in liquid light

A turquoise transformation 

from life to life

Because those tied to 

transcendent truth forms 

that dye as they die

Know that Death’s desired dye

is the dimension to 

which all dimensions die

A destiny that 

the glow of no galaxy can deny

Stand upon this

O love lyric

Always Remember that

Only letters without

Love’s dye, die.

And those that die to love

become the cosmic colour of her dye

8280 Days

In the light of the night

Rise and fight!

The army that is not in sight

but blinds you from true light

binding you to an awful plight!

Cut with the sword of salutation

upon perfection

The owner of benediction

The mercy of all mercies

The sky of a most illuminant light

The crown of creation

The antidote of damnation

The possessor of praise

Who did the veils of falsehood raise!

The trumpet on Truth’s lips

The author of virtue

The sculptor of humility

The fragrance of all messengers

That blossomed in Time’s infinite garden

The splendour of God!

The slave that gave

Every split moment of his existence

To his Master unto

his noble grave

And Beyond it too he’s still a slave

And what a blessed

path to God hath he paved

For those who desire to be saved

With God’s pleasure on every step engraved

A path that sealed all others

This scented seal must be celebrated!

In beautiful garments of ecstasy

And couplets of supremacy to his Excellency

 Lame is that tongue that refrains

 that ear that has not heard it knows no melody

 that eye that hath not seen it has not seen day light

 And that heart that denies it hath tied a knot with Tragedy

The soul that perishes in his praise

Will in the majestic countenance of its beloved be raised

And from the belly of the spitting fire saved

Where agony and pain is multiplied and replayed

They will be lifted (Those that praise him)

To a lofty height that Al Furqaan hath eloquently explained

A marvellous abode

The rightful retreat of every righteous soul

Where every pleasure and leisure is whole

Celebrate and praise!

He that delivered

the complete Message in 8280 days

Enduring brutal torment and unbearable disgrace

Making servitude to God his only place!

The one unshaken by falsehood’s quake

Revealing truth in every space

until injustice vanished without a trace

He who brought light upon the world’s face

Till ignorance hath had its taste

of a tantalizing truth that will never fade

A Mercy that ices the flames of that bewildering blaze

And here sits a helpless face

Hypnotized by the gimmicks that

My unruled self embrace

To your example a complete disgrace

Of your ways in me I found no trace

My love for you in my heart is somehow misplaced

Yet I yearn to see your blessed face

I never conceal my fondness of you

And at times I pause and ponder over you

Be it little or insignificant

Be you near or be you distant

I know that every seed must some day germinate

I pray that this one grows soon rather than late

Here sits a useless form

Towards your reflection it knows no haste

It flings every millionth of every moment to waste

It has given fool’s gold the chase

And yet I yearn to embrace

you and see your radiant face

My desire to follow your every step

To know you at loves greatest depth

To praise you profusely in the rhyme of poetry

In the charismatic chaos of its melody

And in the calmness of its humming harmony

And at the pinnacle of my longing

I come to know that all my yearning

Can not reflect what is in my heart for you

But if this is all I am able to do

Then this pauper presents to you

An insignificant gift to you

For only your Master to whom you are true

Can praise you in a manner most fitting to you

So may God Bless you and Praise you

In Blessings and Praises that are most fitting to you

And so I look

At he who took

Your smile

A smile worthwhile

And so I look

At he who took

Your meditative gaze

Your gentle eyes

And so I look

At he who took

Your tender ways

What beautiful ways

And so I look

At he who took

Your soft walk

What a wonderful walk

And so I look

At he who took

Your speech

What comforting speech

And so I look

At this Arrow of light

From your bow of truth

Whose tapering tip hit your mark

As he rejuvenated your teachings

with a glowing spark

And so I look

At your sword

An edge of knowledge

That petrified ignorance

And so I look

At a soul that shook

A napping global village

By sound ways of The Greatest Book

A heart of generosity

An unmatched reviver

An image of the receiver

An exceptional leader

A complete teacher

That taught tolerance not terror

That spread peace not war

The Guide to Guidance

The Caller to repentance

The Sultan of God’s Remembrance

Imam Hassan Cisse, overflowing with Brilliance

and remarkable radiance

May he be lifted

To a most honourable station

May he remain a vivid image in History’s contemplation

May his way become the flame

Of every disciples determination

May we inherit his manner of meditation

May his footsteps become ours

Till the promised hour

Though hearts are sour

And saturated with sorrow

At separation from Islam’s Flower

Whose fragrance all will know at the nearing hour

Islam’s over shadowing tower

Whose height all will know at the final hour

Soul’s that follow

Have not forgotten the hour

When deeds will be accounted

Where the lovers will be with the beloved!

O God Bless our Master MUHAMMED

The opener of what was closed

And who is the seal of what has gone before

He who makes the Truth Victorious by the Truth

The guide to Thy straight path

And Bless his household as is due

Immense is his position and grandeur.                               

 “My choice of Muhammad to lead the list of the world’s most influential persons may surprise some readers and may be

   questioned by others, but he was the only man in history who was supremely successful on both the secular and religious   levels. It is probable that the relative influence of Muhammad on Islam has been larger than the combined influence of Jesus Christ and St. Paul on Christianity . . . It is this unparalleled combination of secular and religious influence which I feel entitles Muhammad to be considered the most influential single figure in human history.”Michael Hart in ‘The 100, A Ranking of the Most Influential  Persons in History,’ New York, 1978.  (source: http://www.cyberistan.org).

Superhero

My Super Hero
Is stronger than
Superman
He's slicker than Spiderman
A better man than Batman
His Heart is bigger than The Hulk's man!

O Man
my Super Hero is the Man
He's not the consensus
Of Pulp Fiction's Stencils and Pencils
He is a be-ing of a
Super Cosmic Conscious
A perfection
That every bodily cell celebrates
And every strand of my soul
Will never cease to marvel at

My Superhero
Got me glowing
At the realisation
That my Creator's Grace is overflowing
I promise you that there is no better feeling than Allah's forgiveness pouring
Upon seeds sown by the seeker seeking

My Superhero
Gave me an antidote
for my Kryptonite
Salaatul Fatihi the light upon light
And now my heart's lips are infinitely lit
With salutations upon
The Creator's Greatest Gift

He showed me Allah's
Greatness unmasked
Time blown in a blast
Of declaration of none
But The First, The Forever Last
Manifestations melted by
The Manifest, Space hid in The Hidden

See how my Superhero
Saved me
From the greatest danger
that could ever reach me
See how my Superhero
Saved me from me

And just as I thought
That traversing the galaxy
Was the greatest thing
That he could do for me
He handed me his Hayba
His Super Power
Another bar
To put in the breakfast
Of every hater
Another lion
With the roar of Sahibul Fayda

Imaam Hassan Cisse!
Your face is a star in the constellation
that guides my contemplation
Your legacy is the light of my life
The beacon that shines bright
Your footsteps
Are fountains of Gnosis
Your Prostration to The Creator
Is a potent pulse of purification
That perfumed every nation
An honour to every direction
You are indeed a clear instruction
From your teacher to creation

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