On Pain --Khalil Gibran

Poetry like this makes me question the audacity with which I call myself a poet...
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Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break,
that its heart may stand in the sun,
so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life,
your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard,
is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

*this piece is labeled as a "feature poem" (written by another) not to be confused with an "original poem" (written by myself). The distinction is in the label below for future reference.*

Poets of the World

Bismillah...

You breathe into the ventricles of my heart.
And so with the blessing of your exhalation
I carried you essence heavy within my ribcage
Who knew air could weight so much?
Perhaps your speaking through it gave it mass
Where none was there before

And its deliverance to a heart in need of respiration
Gave purpose to parting lips
And compressed diaphragms
They who dared speak the unspoken
Dared to live the unbelievable
And carve its possibility into realistically doubtful minds

Wonderment, honestly, splendour with every stroke of the pen
Every documented philosophy
Where dreamers wake the sleeping
And sleepers learn to dream
Where the language of hope is spoken
Whispered in metaphors
Into the depths of the soul
A place that imprisons ignorance and converts disbelief

A city of truth speakers, freedom and peace seekers
Rebels to the conventional schools of thought
Swimmers in pools of hearts
Where most float just to get by
Forgetting to connect valves and aspire to inspire.

But, you…never would you let yourself float lifelessly in such vastness

You…

The dwellers of this place called Passion.

Prayer song --K'naan feat. Mos Def

Bismillah ...
"Before I had my breakfast I saw they murdered justice and asked me to accept it"--K'naan

Beautiful message, beautiful words. Why there are only 1700 youtube views is beyond me.
Listen to the words, let it fill your heart and allow reflection to fill your mind, God willing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5TvxHCYaCM
(peep the vid in the link above, sorry I couldnt load the actual video on this page)

<3

somewhere in the biosphere...

Bismillah..

Somewhere in the biosphere
Lost protesters build tents with picket signs
To protect dreams of freedom
Somewhere they are doing more than dreaming
Scribbles on soil washed away with tears streaming
Yet we cannot see them
Vision impaired by our seasons of ignorance
As visions prepare for seeds of excellence
Growth embellishes knowledge
Knowledge enveloped in spiritual progress
And the beauty of the living conscious
An open heart concept
Surgery of the promise to dissect out darkness
And implant light where the heart is
Our greatest conquest is authenticity in the amidst of all this

Somewhere in the biosphere
Your victory could not polish the hardships
So innocents were tarnished
On your behalf
You raised hell before asking heaven for forgiveness
And the ones who escaped your brand of luxury are better off
For they saved their hearts from masked savagery
how many soon-to-be mothers witnessed the calamity?
covering the skin of their bellies with cold hands,
in hopes that strength would be found there and give endurance to weak bones?
A kick of mercy is all that was needed

Somewhere in the biosphere
Poetry is written backwards on windows,
For the world to read into
As people take to the streets,
Dancing to heartbeats
Hope propelling movement
As poetry and prose materialize into notes
And flood the avenues that are travelled through
Where philosophers would observe journeys
And attempt to understand their lessons
And ordinary folk are just as ordinary as the paths they are trekking
Avenues where freedom and slavery intersect at a dead end
And you must choose which to walk down,
Only to discover all the streets are named this way
With the power to set free or enslave
And intersections are frequently paved

Somewhere in the biosphere we have road maps of scriptures
An absolute truth to frame a fading picture
For it will dissolve biosphere and all

The dreamers of dreams

Willy Wonka: The strawberries taste like strawberries, and the snozzberries taste like snozzberries.
Veruca Salt: Snozzberries? Who ever heard of a snozzberry?
Willy Wonka: *We* are the music makers... and *we* are the dreamers of dreams

And so again naked expression commands my pen

Poetry month.

Poetry goes beyond April.
but let's see the poems April showers.

I will post my top two poems of each week of this month, God willing, and share my growth with you.

Peace, <3