For Poets

Intentionally muffled and mumbling on the street

Many verses made for saying but 7 stay on repeat

A performer will perform bonded to those whom he meets

Enslaved as a jackal,whatever gets me off the streets

Whatever…

Gets me out the cold drinking Dunkacheenoes

Window shopping pea coats in the winter like I need those

Even if it means

If it means If it means

What I’m saying violates my being

Oh my sense of being!

Step down off the camel with a foot caught in the stirrup

Sacrifice your soul swaying while gold is enveloped

What’s told is embellished

Natural charisma make a dirty lie sweet and somethings lovers want to cherish

Place it on a door… for one and all to relish

Donations’ implored… but too humble to sell it

Take it how it is  piece of me like a horcrux

Twisted and diseased lets see what else can be coughed up

‘fore we’re all struck awe struck by the end of days

Swaying every which’a way

Repeating what sinners say

Relieving the guilt with a call to do it anyway

Mumbling these 7 verses keep em’ on repeat

Directed to any poet spewing verses so replete

In nothing but just idle talk and vanities of the street

Pondering these 7 verses to keep a guard on my speech

 

 

The Seven Verses*

Shall I inform you upon whom the devils descend?

They descend upon every sinful liar.

They pass on what is heard, and most of them are liars.

And the poets – [only] the deviators follow them;

Do you not see that in every valley they roam

And that they say what they do not do? –

Except those [poets] who believe and do righteous deeds and remember Allah often and defend [the Muslims] after they were wronged. And those who have wronged are going to know to what [kind of] return they will be returned.

* Surah Shu’ara verses 221-227

 

 

Arrogance

He was impressed with his shadow as it rose in the light

But he thought twice feeling insecure about his sight

What was seen by his pride was against the act of being

So he asked forgiveness for feeling high esteemed in his scenes

Of prostration… forgiveness for falling prey to the temptation

Of thinking he was worthy of some praise cause he prays

But the praise is only for The One to whom he prays

And only God knows who’s on the path and who’s astray

And the position and the path on the final day

Realizing death has yet to step through the gates

Barriers been penetrated so deceased is the state

As death departs and the angels have souls set to take

The sure reality’s reached and from that no escape

No coup or secret rendevous of which one can partake

Refuge is in the possession of Whom decides your fate

Pray that Mercy is bestowed to save souls from being abased