We break words to break nerves of those who try to break us.
Thats why I cook verses in my basement.
Elements full of boiling statements.
ES courtyard, UW 6-9pm
...28/10/10. God willing
Monday, October 25, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Viscosity
How much blood do you have?
Nations have searched for it to quench their thirst
while hearts circulate its stories
but how much of it is stored and how much is pouring?
How much is shead internally without you knowing?
Nations have searched for it to quench their thirst
while hearts circulate its stories
but how much of it is stored and how much is pouring?
How much is shead internally without you knowing?
Monday, September 27, 2010
A Timely Transition
Bismillah...
We enter with urgency
Like the certainty of a calling
As we’re falling out of time
Seconds remind minutes that they exist together
While hours remind days that they won’t live forever
We evacuate with urgency
Like fear has become our currency
As we’re purchasing lies at the cost of our souls
Minutes remind seconds that they must aspire to be them
Seconds remind hours that they will always leave them.
The earth will swallow even our hollowness.
Nothing runs like time, yet immobile are most that follow it.
We enter with urgency
Like the certainty of a calling
As we’re falling out of time
Seconds remind minutes that they exist together
While hours remind days that they won’t live forever
We evacuate with urgency
Like fear has become our currency
As we’re purchasing lies at the cost of our souls
Minutes remind seconds that they must aspire to be them
Seconds remind hours that they will always leave them.
The earth will swallow even our hollowness.
Nothing runs like time, yet immobile are most that follow it.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Reflection 1: Reasons
Bismillah,
Amidst all the anguish, the toil, the conscious dreaming, quests for truth, sweat of labor, delightfully bizarre ideas…there lies the reason. It is as simple and as complicated as a heartbeat.
Amidst all the anguish, the toil, the conscious dreaming, quests for truth, sweat of labor, delightfully bizarre ideas…there lies the reason. It is as simple and as complicated as a heartbeat.
The Dream. 30/10/2010
"Apathy is not welcome here" -Hodan Ibrahim
Join me on October 30th as a witness of The dream--a showcase of creative activism through film and art by Spoken word artist Hodan Ibrahim.
Where? Ottawa's National Art Gallery
When? Sat, Oct 30th @ 7pm
Price? $25
Hodan's blog: http://www.wordsandrevolutions.blogspot.com/
For more information about The Dream read this article by Hodan Ibrahim published in Muslim Link ...http://www.muslimlink.ca/life/leisure/calling-all-dreamers-ottawa-poet-to-launch-showcase-of-spoken-word-activists
Be a witness.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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.*
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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.*
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