mind from head

get out of you head

get out of your head

stop waiting 

stop thinking
stop lurking

stop sinking 

into the ground

unbound

yourself 

get out of your head

get out of your head

and instead

work for a cause

be the person 

you once were

but different 

work for a cause

'cause you're wasting

your life, floating through

barely getting by

ever tired-

ever wired
get out of your head

get out of your head

i'm so out of my head

i'm so out of my head

take arms against 

all the harm 

that's crushing you  

and your spirit 

you're going to make it

you're going to be fine

you're going to get through this

don't let it define 

who you are now

don't let it eat up your hours

your minutes and days

whatever happens 

don't let it happen 

this way
stop waiting 

stop waiting 

get out of your head

I'm so out of my head

I'm so out of my head

to be me again

...this time last year

as i lay on the rooftop ledge-
a silent tear
of sadness slid from my eye,
i carried on gazing up
at the Indian sky,
all the while
i was listening to that same song

I wasn't wrong

back then I wasn't wrong

I was just lost

but a different kind of lost

I'm bearing the cost

for that kind of 'lost' now. 

and still these feeling won't go away

they've been knocking me sideways

and when I've already got so much

shit on my mind, you find
a way to make it worse, stranger. this curse

I need to break it,
 but it get's harder as I move

sideways, I never know

which way I should go

for life now has become a string
of no-shows

for etched flesh says 'go slow'
so I ghost so
I ghost-

I missed it,

I missed out on

a million meetings

a million greetings

of joy and happiness

and peace

on the surface 

I'm at ease

and I'm smiling still

and trying to mend

myself, trying to find the will
to go on, but every time I get close

something bad happens

and something bad

keeps happening

and I can't escape

the present

I wish it would lessen-
the hurt, but you keep pouring 

petrol on a dying fire

when all I require

is a thousand drops of water

just let dying embers- be.

I just wish
I could be tested

when I'm better prepared

and better rested

for I can't do these long

and deep conversations

without my mind

and Lord, the pain

I hate talking about the physical pain

but I'm going insane

I've been trying to remain strong

but maybe I really do belong

in Springfield

I know

I know

I promised myself

I wouldn't write sad poems any more,
but if I store
these feelings inside, they'll choke me

they'll revoke me

of all privaleges

I want to let go

I want to be free

I want to just be

me again-!

miscommunication-

miscommunication

the abrupt discontinuation; 

of yet another 

empty conversation

or rather

a lack of words

from the onset, 

for these ghost words- 

be the reason I incur

so much weightiness 

throughout time

for they remain lodged inside  

haunting, the words I never said

unspoken words; they've led

me down the path to ruin

they've led to this  

ceaseless confusion-

to yet another 

mistaken attribution

to this- what is this?

and now,  

it's happening again

you've got me wrong 

you've misunderstood

and I never could 

correct you or anyone 

else, I'm outside myself

I wish you would just understand

I never planned, for this.  

without words- I wish you would 

just know. I wish you would 

just get me and my strange ways 

and know that every time 

I go into a daze

I think about nothing 

and everything too

sometimes, 

rarely

I think about you 

but words, 

the right words

I never could do

maybe in these poems 

but in reality, 

and to a number 

of reality's children 

-nothing...

autumn afternoons, water and light.

I miss those mid-afternoon

swims, in Dalston 

and the peace that would follow-

in a beautiful Turkish mosque

I would lie on the carpet

hair still damp under my headscarf, 

body spent from running fast- 

from the walks

in the cemetery that came after  

and there, as I lay,
there as I lay

watching the light stream in
and the chandelier glass grace the ceiling
with shadows and light

It would wash over me

peace-
there was a time 

I would travel

from mosque to mosque 

a stranger-
with only one task

to pray 

to pray 

to pray 

to the One Lord

to the Lord of the heavens and the earth

I miss those days

when my forehead would graze

the warm earth, the cold concrete

as I made sajood
on another the nameless street

one must never admit defeat 

one must continue to seek

that feeling of being 

at one, with Oneness.

cold rain and nails

the joker said to the thief

i've had about enough of this 

shitty grief

go ahead, rob me 

kill me, just drill me 

to the ground 

let the cold hard rain
pound

against my flesh 

lest, i resolve  

to remain silent

till i dissolve

till there's nothing left

thief, it will be better than theft 

it'll be atonement 

for you'll be transforming
this un-funny clown;
this heart
without fire

into a pedestrian martyr-

truman complex

He looked at me then and said 

'd'you ever feel like Truman? 

d'you ever feel not quite human? 

I do, all the time-

I'm still trying to find 

the exit, the back door

if life is a stage, I'd rather opt for 

anonymity

authenticity

see, I've unwittingly

become the protagonist 

of a story written

for me, by a director 

I cannot see. A director, I cannot fathom

and so I'd opt for the back door, 

I'd opt to find my real home

somewhere far away from the lights 

of this city, from the hidden camera's
puppets and props-
seeking tangibility, I've got lots
to prepare for....

vacancy: a gradual process

I blame myself for our estrangement

and for the (vacant) displacement

of our souls...

-seeking actuality

Ya Allah, I miss You

re-enter my reality

make the hereafter an actuality

I've been waiting forever

if I were clever

I would not wait

rather I'd seek to create

a new connection with You

Lord, I miss You.

sweet aimlessness

-walking forever

walking wherever

will I ever

get there?

I think never...

To my Friends

dear friends

I just want to say 

thank you 

I know I don't deserve to 

receive the kindness

and love that you 

bestow upon me, I'm grateful

I'm sorry I'm unable 

to be better than I am

I know, most days I'm not 

very good, at being a good friend
back, I often lack 

presence and often I

disappear  

without a word

but you're always there

for me when I return

I love you all and thank you 

for accepting me

just the way I am- 

you know, I plan
one day, to become someone 

worthy of your friendship...

Mammoth and Me

I've been slowly killing myself

by willing myself 

to carry on living in this way 

when every day 

is long and hard

when every day 

I remain barred 

from the path

still I am

absent 

silent

stll

and absent, silent, still 

I zone- 

out, so out

of this world

I'm stuck between 

this life and the afterlife

I lie awake

night after night 

absent, silent, still 

I work days on end 

all the while 

still trying to fend

off the demons that come to me 

from every side

there's no where to hide

and there in extinct, 

with scattered thoughts and

a woolly mammoth for company

his ruptured spleen

he slowly shakes his head 

as our eyes meet

prehistoric, esoteric

but he get's it

I'd ride with you anywhere

mammoth my pal 

I'd ride

a thousand miles into an ancient

ice age, maybe I would engage

in that place

maybe this rage

 inside would subside, 

maybe it would freeze

for now here I am

shaking, the ground beneath 

be quaking, again, and

and again i'm breaking

this soul is forsaking

me and the earth is waking, 

from it's fitful slumber-

to be free.

 I know a way back

I know the path, 

but it's long and winding

I unlocked the door 

last night, it was dark and cold 

it wasn't home

I fell asleep 

for the first time in forever

I know a way back...

Jamaica

I be movin' to Jamaica

to get me some sun

maybe I make friends

with a rasta man 

eat fish every day

jam to da reggae 

I need the tropics, for some healing

I be kneelin', I be prayin' to God 

deliver me, Lord I want to be 

somewhere where 

the sun always shines

I be crossing lines,
I be crossing this border, in order

to feel again, 

I be movin' to Jamaica

Sorry

I communicate in these poems 

words that I can never say-

perhaps no one reads them

but if you are reading, 

sorry, sorry, sorry 

sorry I failed to make it yet again.

sorry for disappointing you when

I know you were relying on me

don't ever rely on me 

don't ever rely on a shadow

in the night-
d'you hear?

supposed to be

I remembered all one hundred thousand of you

last night, and as I bypassed through

memories, of each and every journey

just like that I knew, what brought me to this place,

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be-

though sometimes it's hard to see

clearly, there is magic and wonderment 

in every moment and

I saw it in a strangers eyes;

remnants of yesterday's sunrise

and though most of you have gone away

I forever want to stay- here, 

see, I've never been one to live in fear,

though fear follows me around

like a black cloud, and every now and then 

it pours down

rains of uncertainty, but certainly- I am here.

I am exactly where 

I'm supposed to be.

and I have to believe, 

that I can be good 

and still be me, still be a free-spirit;

spirited and free. I love to meet 

strangers on streets

to share ideas and stories, 

raw beauties and mistaken glories.

I can. and I am, exactly where I'm supposed to be. 

I mean, honestly- it's not that I want to fail 

it's not that I want to trail 

behind you. It's just that-

 I love living this life 

it's the only life I know. The only life I've lived 

that's why I drift, it's who I am. 

I wonder, can I really be good 

and still be me, can I still be- 

free...?

the part that dreams

you took him 

under your wing

and solemnly swore 

that you would bring

him around

instead you bound

him to earthly ground-

and now, he no longer 

dreams 

it seems, 

he lost 

part of himself 

At the cost 

of your 

'bringing him around'

that part of him 

to this day 

remains un-found

the psycho-cosmic kind

detach, do not latch

yourself onto anything 

or anyone

now, you've become 

someone, no one 

knows. absent. 

and they call it 

'running away'

but you you call it 

'moving on' 

you've gone 

away again, you said 

you fell into a black hole 

the psycho-cosmic kind

can I ask you, 

why did you leave 

your head behind? 

you'll need it to get there

you'll need it to face the scare

now go back and find it

and don't come back 

until you do..

silence

Silence- 

earnestly 

I yearn for thee

I miss your company 

Silence-

so un-expecting 

so accepting

so calm and kind

so happy to just mind

your own, silence 

and let me mind mine

Silence- 

can you find

me, again?

I wonder why 

it's such a crime

to be quiet 

in this noisy 

world...

to know, they don't.

-to quit, 

at a pivotal moment

is to disown it

is to hone in on 

what is really needed-

for one to

not be reprieved

for quitting 

rather to be praised 

for 'sitting'
out 

for going about

it in a way 

deemed unfit

to a nobody 

who will never 

understand 

for most people

don't

they won't 

they can't

understand 

and when you 

understand

that
it's not
in their ability to

you'll stop 

the hurt

hurting
its that space
that space that exists
between living
and sharing
the gap,
its like the waters under
the Golden Gate Bridge
in San Francisco
do you know
what I'm sayin'?

distract me

go ahead, distract me 

exact me 

in whatever

but i will never,

speak 

and i will never seek 

refuge in

you...

drop...

I'd like to stop 

I'd like to drop 

off this earth for a bit

and return when

I've relearned 

the purpose of life
so can I go?
do you give me permission
can i cut off,
till I'm okay?
or would be wrong
for me to say
'so long'
everyone...?

scars

old scars

etched upon this ageing soul

you stole- my everything

on a different planet

it's going to get better, right? 

it has too, i wish you 

said that 

with a bit more 

conviction-

still in confliction

this mind body and soul

what's the goal
the end goal? 

talking to myself (in rhymes)

be open 

be kind

leave the past behind-

clarity

it finally came to me

i'm going back to plan one

i'm going to stop being 

a troubled bum

i'm going to give up these

selfish ideas of being

someone

else I'm going to save up

and learn how I can make it up

to earth's forgotten children

the goal- thirty grand

buy that land 

on indian soil

and my soul

exhales. Till I get there

I'll earn, I'll work, I'll write

but on my own terms

in my own way, 

I'll take photographs

some day when I feel like it

i'll find a way 

to say

what I need to say

I'll focus on the end

it will be for you

I'll regain my purpose too

it will be for You

I'll stop being self indulgent

and peacefully endure the pain

and remain

patient, silent, smile

on the way never stop smiling

and on my journey

i'll discover

and try to figure

out how it's going to happen

how I'm going to make this dream

a reality

I've got a reason to live

I've got so many reasons

but they change

and change again

but now 

right now i'm on track

i've got it back

clarity, mad clarity

it just came to me

the disparity

between what I wanted to happen

and what actually happened

it's not so great

fate, you're funny

you really are

and hell you've got answers 

to questions

heaven never dares to ask

i know i've unlocked a secret

to myself

see I was reading my book 

on the tube today 

after six months

I was reading the book I wrote

and it came to me 

mad clarity

I think I can finally die happy

I've learnt so many of life's secrets

 from the inside out

and the outside in

It was an epiphany 

a sign 

after all this time-

after a long dry season 

these cycles; 

it's the in-between that matters

I'm not in the same place

there and here

a million moments in-between 

time elapsed 

perhaps, I know what I've got to do 

I know it's not so simple

there is a fine line

between knowledge and belief

fear and relief

and it's not what happens

its how you make sense of it 

the pieces fit

this vicious cycle esists

to be broken

so you're 

stuck in a time loop

stuck in the same day 

you have to pick the right way

this time

time time time

it doesn't exist

if it does

it isn't linear  

I want to shout out from rooftops

I figured it out 

somehow I understand now

Pain is not random

its written in tandem

to teach 

to re-teach 

to protect and don't expect it to be the same

the pain, don't expect it to be easier 

but now you've grown 

and you've got the tools

to better deal with it

soldier on like you did before

smile- 

persistence 

resistance 

this is what existence

has taught you

this is what life is about

to be strong 

its okay to be wrong 

sometimes

just move on and don't torture yourself 

with the question

with why

why 

why

it couldn't be prevented 

its defending you 

trying to help you through   

your brief sojourn into madness 

you were about to make some dire mistakes

maybe you would have compromised your faith?

Maybe you wouldn't have come away unscathed

this saved

you

there truly is beauty in destruction 

now carefully follow the instructions

to recovery

stick to it 

dust yourself you

endure with patience 

stay strong

remain grounded

un-confounded

and whatever happens 

STICK TO THE PLAN!

Take the Plunge

dear, so happy to see you 

finally chasing your dreams 

you're taking a plunge

and the path before you

it gleams, so bright 

you'll do better than alright

inshAllah, friend 

you're going to make it!

I'm so happy to see you

chasing your dreams 

and it seems

you've inspired me 

to do the same...

a hologram

a hologram 

is that what i am?

is that what you are?

a flimsy coloured shape

a cosmic battle scar

originating from outer space

burst forth from a dying star 

its particles escaped

and fused together 

to create 

a hologram 

is that what I am

is that what you are

are we the sole remnants 

of a broken star?

-before combustion

here i am

close to breaking

close to forsaking

everything and everyone

I know.

I know
I know-

I need to undergo

a transformation

I need to

come out of the darkness and

into illumination

oh predestination

you're taking me places

these chases

you've me running

though tunnels

dark, everlasting

and i'm gasping

for breath

I can't slow

and

now I can't go

back

this hearts turned black

this minds gone whack

it's hard to keep track

of where I should be

here i am

it's numbing

and i'm rushing

i'm shutting

them out

i'm buckling- as i shout

into the void

echoes destroyed

by noise-proof walls

cold, so high

I keep asking why

I keep asking why

I keep asking why

man just wish I

could feel

something

other than distance

see its lonely

i've only

got 'me'

and 'me' is

slowly

fading...

got wings

...out of the city

into the country

seagull, you

beat me there-

that's not fair

i complained

you've got wings

I haven't...

beauty in destruction

in a dream,
a stream of visions

one after the other,
they smother-
colours, faces, noises

a million and one voices

each speaking in

different tongues

I try to breathe 

but my lungs

won't take in the air 

the voices,

keep on unaware

of my suffering 

i'm mustering 

the courage to go on 

i make choices

but sometimes I can't 

because I can't 

speak 

and I can't speak 

because this tongue 

is possessed

and i'm distressed

because the words
won't come out
but still

 I can't complain,
I can't moan,

for this mouth is on loan

from the one, and I have to run

with it. But I lose myself
at times

I shout silently

into the crowds

my lungs weary 

and empty

there is beauty 

in destruction 

and when I can't function

I understand it

the beauty

it's moody 

but calm 

it comes in waves

and it's hard not to drown

but the harder it becomes

the wider I smile 

at the tourists 

of the world 

thoughts gone wild

human kindness

is overwhelming

and each smile 

heals something inside me

it makes me want to be

better,
it makes me want to hug a leper

so till i can, I will,
smile and fight for the right 

to live, to be happy and grateful 

there is beauty in destruction

in this production 

of darkness

bad things come in a series

one after another 

each worse than the other

but there is beauty in destruction

believe me,
this beauty
comes after complete and utter
self-combustion. 

traveller swagger

traveller swagger

he moves, with dark circles
under his eyes

a bag on his back

a hood over his head

he seems to lack 

what non-travellers 

call 'courtesy' 

he doesn't do it purposely
he's just so far removed

from reality, he's more than confused
in actuality, he's already somewhere else

for him the days and nights merge

and time always blurs

he sleeps wherever

never, self-conscious

never fully conscious

never truly aware

of where
he is 

traveller swagger

stagger on, man...

chronic

chronically ill

chronically still

against ones will

chronic occurs

chronic stirs-
something within
chronic-

you're uncomfortably stable

incurably able

to throw one off track
you never slack, chronic
you're impossible, apathetic

calculating, mathematic-

chronic you're immovable

chronic you're irremovable

chronic, you drive me up the wall

chronic-

i don't like you at all.

metaphysical

it's hard to explain

this metaphysical pain

that overcomes me

most days i feel so lonely

in myself

see, ordinary people

they'll never understand this hell

so I no longer tell

them about it. 

me, i don't want sympathy

i just want a little reassurance

that i'm not completely mad

that this pain exists-
i miss the bliss
of yesterday
i wish this hurt
would go away
most of the time

 i soldier on,

I hide behind a smile
and for a while
everthing seems
to be okay
it's hard for me to say
it's hard for me to know
what's what
so I continue to seek refuge

in these words that I jot
down, in these sad poems
these sad woe-ms...

just the present

funny how 

you're inhibitions die

when you're trying so hard

to stay alive

every day and 

every day, I strive

to be better, in every way

and in every way

I pray

for it to be over

not the entirety

just this one chapter, 

just the present.

i ran

I ran 

I ran

I didn't plan

to get so far

so fast

now

at

long last

the earth

stands still

and i'm

waiting

to

overcome

the ill

within

crumpled bird corpse

the crumpled corpse

of a magpie

that fell from the vacant sky

and landed here

on the tooting road side

feathers still irridecent

but beady eyes, lackluster

mr magpie
can no longer muster

a single blink, a simple blink

for he already did sink

into another place.

to a friend

i'll miss you

i really will

who will fill

my time with
sweet conversation

and joy, oh boy

don't go

i'm dying

corporate swagger

corporate swagger

hands in pockets

of your perfectly ironed trousers

a short sprint across the city road

those signature white headphones

insulating, insinuating

and that confident gait

ahh corporate swagger

you just wait-

till it gets you

thoughts incomplete

sitting on the coach

flitting across the

landscape

another lone escape

another journey 

inwards and outwards

hopefully towards 

something...

I listen to camera obscura
as I leave the city behind

'you're not a teenager

so don't act like one'

still that same bum

is staring back at me

through the window

i'm still eighteen
 i'm still making

a beautiful mess of things

but with my rucksack at my feet

and possibilities in my head

i will not let myself be misled

by thoughts incomplete..

empty living

sitting in macdonalds

alone in some random town

counting down

the seconds, the minutes

the hours

 life overpowers

this solitary creature

teacher

you never prepared me

for this! -emptiness

dustbin man swagger

dustbin man swagger

he leans coolly against the wall

waiting for the crisp pack to fall

into the bin...

boat

a boat

called 'easily misled'

fled

the harbour at night

it followed

an albatross

all the way across

the ocean to norway

inside a child

woke up and

walked out onto the deck

the northern lights shone

tiny flecks of colour

that once belonged

to innocents eyes

get a grip

get a grip

you say

as i trip over-

over and over

grazed knees

damp leaves

stick to my skin

i dust

myself off and

quietly

walk on

wishing you

were gone

wishing you

were wrong

in saying

get a grip

loner, un-know her

loner

un-know her

go back to a time

there was only you

for two

cannot exist

together

born alone

we die forever

loner

un-know her

maybe then

you'll find

what you're 

looking for

lavender and memories

she said
sniff the lavender

i brought from the girl

at wimbledon superdrug

where I sometimes i worked

i told her so and she told me no

way, she was moving

to the clapham branch-

told her they're all nice

told her where to have lunch

she asked me my name

and i gave it to her

i didn't stop to think-

they'll know then soon

that I didn't disappear

that I'm still here-

drifting

the old gang

tell them I've gone out

with a bang

a silent bang

I planned

to visit

I did. 

generation of niazi's

all this time i thought

it was just me

buts its this generation

of niazi's

we're all chasing

shadows in our minds

we're all trying to find

some semblance

of normality

golden calf

...girl you wore a woolly hat

instead of your head scarf

i wonder did you feel like moses

without his staff? the golden calf

laughs at you now...

coach sky

coach fly

coach crash against the sky 

let us be enveloped

by the clouds 

so high-

above us

this one life

sitting in a cafe

wishing my life away

wishing the pain away

wishing for another day

an easier way

to get through

this one life

wait rose

did you know 'waitrose'

was named after an eager bud 

who grew in winter

pfc's

holy pfc

a place in whitechapel

that sells baptized chickens

fried up

they art holy

and they art wholly

chicken

royal pfc

a place in whitechapel

that sells king and queen

chickens, fried up

and served with a choice

of fine burger sauce

or regal ketchup

pavement pain

crouching down on the pavement 

or on the roadside under the moon 

repeating the mantra in my head

'be patient kid- it will go away soon'

I wait and I wait and I wait

for the pain to fade away

is it sad that -slowly- 

I'm getting used 

to living this way? 

ahh leave to myself, aye? 

for i've grown impatient of you

and your inability to understand

I can no longer stand 

explaining, it's draining 

me of everything I have

more than nothingness

stranger

you don't know me

but i wish you did

i wish we knew each other

it might make life

a lot easier

maybe, next time say hello

so that our non-existant

relationship can grow

into something kinder

friendship maybe

or maybe just

something more

than complete

nothingness

perhaps

if we

avoid

the void

and create

a connection

we can connect

to something more beautiful

than an empty train station

in the darkest of nights

forests and sands

dark miles-

did dark miles 

cure me 

of my g.a.d

or am I still crazy 

it's all so hazy 

in my head 

scientifically 

could I
already be dead?

ahh g.a.d

is that what this is?

see, something's a-miss

it cannot be explained

I've been maimed

I've been injured 

by who and what 

i don't know

i don't know

maybe he does in the sky 

that noisy black crow

hmm maybe it did, 

dark miles

at first 

but hailing a car

in the night woods

heart thumping 

legs crossed

scared

most of all 

i feared

that it wasn't

a nightmare

it was real 

and i could feel

myself fading

pulse racing

amidst trouble 

strength comes

from somewhere

deep within

it is given by the One

my Lord,

disposes of it 

Ya Allah

I trusted You

and I flew 

I floated

my feet did not touch 

the ground 

I made it out 

of the woods

under the stars

after being

in a cell 

for so long

the freedom 

once empowering

rendered me vulnerable 

once a leader

i was now a refugee

once
I was an honest believer

i was now
an escapee

now back here

in my cell 

wondering 

was yesterday 

really 

real? 

and if it was

did i heal 

at all 

or am I in the same 

place i was

before it happened

i want to be 

me 

again-

madre 

padre

I miss you.

stay away from 

prescription drugs...

everything-ness

'danger danger!'

the park ranger 

bellowed

as he ran across 

the empty plain-

at the edge of the 

horizon 

three old men 

from Trinidad 

played the steel pans,

their fans 

gladly rejoiced

the horses galloped

the bisons danced

the flowers and trees

went into an unearthly trance 

swaying backwards and forwards

they slowly edged towards us

beside me
mr goldfish stood up straight

for fate had presented him 

with a new mate

a golden sunflower

with a secret power

to destroy planet earth

I watched on mirth 

in my eyes

at the surprise

of this everythingness-

any wonder

rendered 

ever weak 

every week 

i tried to be better
then last night
i re-read that letter 

i wrote to You

i read it and 

i realized

the truth

the truth is

You gave me 

everything 

i ever asked for 

and in return 

i broke every 

promise

i ever made 

its time for me to fade- 

away,
i know i've over-stayed 

my welcome

seldom, do I make

this mistake

oh, sorry fate

i don't know 

what's real and what's fake
for peace's sake 

is it any wonder 

my life has 

gone asunder

again?

window ledge

...in the early hours of the morning 

she sits at her window ledge 

and looks out onto the street

once in a while a a cool breeze 

hits her face

and in the orange streetlight glow

she spells out words from below

from 'disabled' she makes words

like able and bed and sad and led

 and sometimes

she lets her legs dangle 

the wind blows through her toes

and she knows, then 

deep down everything will be okay

but that's not to say 

she doesn't think about it 

in truth, she'd like to slide down the roof

for the thrill, to escape the still

life she's leading and
the crazy -ish she be dealing 

with in her head.

heaven -sent

slowly goin' blind

slowly losin' my mind

all the while

still tryna find

out what's wrong with me

man i can no longer

see so good no more

I no longer lock

the cellar door

in case I fall asleep

in case I can no longer reach

that place I have to reach

how can I teach

myself patience again

how can I, when patience

be heaven-sent...

head plumber

my brain be clogged

needs to be unblocked

know any good  

head plumbers?

letter to my heart

dear heart,

when did you depart 

from me? see you still beat 

but not with feeling, 

you say you need healing 

heart, 

but I think its about time to start

acting right again-

listen, dear heart,  

you mustn't admit defeat 

just take the heat

and move on

the past is gone 

forever 

it's time to get it 

together-

same species

To Edward Said's
'others'

we gotta work twice as hard 

as our humanoid brothers

who show no mercy
we're equally worthy

it's important for us, friends, to 

trust 

no one 

and everyone too

but whatever you do

don't let your anger brew 

because at the end of the day 

we're the same species 

believe me 

as much as it grieves me 

we're not so different

'them' and 'us'

so rise up 

and never stop 

trying to make 

a difference
never stop
trying to make
things right

mad clarity, he doth speak-

modernity-

for all eternity 

I'd like to stay away

in the short time I've know you 

you've thrown my life into disarray 

I don't understand you, modernity

you robbed me of the certainty 

I once possessed 

with smoke, tool and vice

you enticed me 

but now, modernity-

eternity is waiting 

and I choose to 

go back