Urban Legends Poetry Slam

Bismillah...

This week I will be in Ottawa for the Urban Legends Poetry Slam on Friday, February 12th from 6:30-9:30pm. The Slam will be held at Roosters cafe at Carlton University so if you're in the Ottawa area come out and support God willing! Hopefully if I make the first round I will be attending the semi-finals in April (inshaAllah) for a chance to join the slam team at the nationals. I am very grateful for this opportunity and appreciate all the support I am recieving regarding taking this leap towards my poetry career. I have much work to do in preparation so...BACK TO THE LAB! I will keep you posted.

Peace & love

And then you discover my humanity

I remember the days you used to look up to me,
And believe I was invincible
The days of old
My ego wishes it could continue selling you this illusion
But my heart cannot bear the lies,
This disguise that you were banking on
Is nothing but a ploy of pride
Reality looks the same through my eyes
I don’t prophesize,
I don’t epitomize
My strength wavers
Like when waves of a tide subside
We are all broken in different ways
Yet there are different mending’s in our minds
As time sends wires and connections
Calculating our unique similarities
My heart beats close enough to yours
To know that you are alive and deserve preservation
We are students of each other as we teach the world
Our chalk board in sands
We document history with our footprints
And record albums with the melodic blending of our pulses
I feel all this as I let go of your hand
And inhale your expiration

What Darwin left out

I have never been an evolutionary theorist
But a revolutionary nearness…
brought me to the real theory of evolution
The poet’s solution
Solely intruding to be a part of its documentation
A revelation
As I evolve towards patience and away from stillness…
although the two often are mistaken as kin.
Again I begin…
As I unfold my promises to understand the origins
Dusty from negligence
Rusty from regret
Lucky to be led…
Through this thriving matrix
Intoxicated in its mystery
I strive to witness my soul but I can’t picture me
Only some angles have been revealed
Shadows make the rest unreal
I have been evolving for years.
Just like dreams at the tip of my pen
That refuse to cry when I’ve neglected them
Because they are stronger than the failure that has tested them
I want to feed off their strength and meet with them in secret
Somewhere close to my heart, yet slightly beneath it
So we can look up at the bloody mystery it is and seek it
Within an internal cavity…
We will discuss love and possibilities.