w(air)

took to the sea 

after a wandering tour

took to the wetlands

when the small hand hit 4

or was it 5 or was it six

watched the sunset

jotted down lists

new beginnings

merge into 

old endings

goodbyes 

shapeshift into hellos

at a new table now

with old ladies and old fellows

singing songs of devotion

shit, life 

it's forever in motion

and it's beautiful

and fragmented

and lonesome 

i'm relearning the art

of solitude

rediscovering truth

through servitude

and sure, things happen

sure - things change 

that's okay

-you're exactly where you're supposed to be- 

Granter of Wishes

went to the mosque

to spend time alone

with You Oh Allah, 

the most Kind, 

I seek it, kindness

oh Allah,  

I wandered through the rose garden

over the years, my heart has hardened

but when I pray

and to You, when I say

the things I most need to say, 

I feel it soften 

oh Allah 

dunya is hollow 

surface to the core

oh Allah, 

please, may You kindly restore

me to the state I was in

wherein

I saw things in truth

when I lived it

I'd like so much 

to live it again

vertigo/ dayz

days go by

thick and fast

through the haze

country miles

through the haze

dunya defiles

through the haze

the fish tank

green algae

a daze

the elders are playing dominoes

and drinking ginger beer

the churail is screaming

blood is spilling everywhere

it spreads in black lake

by the mountains

searing pain takes

hold 

days go by 

thick and fast 

so do the nights

wandering 

tooting 

breaking an old mans heart

through damning words not mine

his valve is already floppy

they say don't be soppy

it's just life

its not good enough

i didn't do enough

water checks

fire safety

full moon

running on empty 

till lungs are on fire

till heart pumps louder
to the sound of hearts club classics
gym lyf, friday night, eastenders in subs

 purple mirror
a reflection, not mine
to re-define
what it means to be a

stranger

the common

forever alone

forever common

sipping green tea 

with a couple of strangers 

a welcome break, from tv dinners

and deafening silence 

broken up by a cacophony of meows

from an internal violence

that shows no signs of desisting 

and shit, giving up 

never felt so liberating

l(only)

so this is

what that's like

bob marley's

waiting in vain

so this is 

what that's like

camden nights

tooting lights

brixton heights
dalston lies
hackney fries
chickedy chicken
embankment dies
drury lane
theatrical pain
grimaldo gots slain
but not in the bodily sense
hence.

miles upon miles 

so this is what its like

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