Sin is sweeter
Than the sweetest honey
Drain the glass, you’re
In paradise
Watch the time turn
What’s warm and sunny
Feel the wind blow
Your heart to ice
Micropoetry
Friday
The Thursday sun is in its grave
So flee the darkness for the cave
And drown yourself to ride the wave
Now dry your face and kiss the sand
So flee the darkness for the cave
And drown yourself to ride the wave
Now dry your face and kiss the sand
Silt
Generosity is a river
Every river has a source
And the source is the farthest from
Where the rivers ends, of course
You’re just the silt on the banks But, thanks
Every river has a source
And the source is the farthest from
Where the rivers ends, of course
You’re just the silt on the banks But, thanks
Keep Walking
Walk the path
Heed the sign
Break a rule?
Pay the fine
Walk the path
Heed the sign
Break a rule?
Pay the fine
Walk the path
Idioticked
It’s alright, son
I know it makes you sad
But acting like an idiot
Isn’t even half as bad
As being one
I know
Enough’s Enough
You look in the mirror
And see your reflection
But then there’s another
Large mirror behind you
You chase down reflections
And get to the last one
That last one you found there
While trying to find you
Yes, that one. No, THAT one
That’s tending to zero
You know you can’t see it
Although it can see you
It’s laughing at you
Tree
Forbidden tree
Forgetful mind
A devil’s plot
In a scheme Divine
What is, is not
What is not, is
Whale
Inside the beast
Within the sea
How near the sound
Of prophet’s plea
What is, is not
What is not, is
Baby
Their dancing tongues
In faithless cheeks
The mother, silent
The infant speaks
What is, is not
What is not, is
Yāsīn
ʿAlīy remains,
No fear about.
Yasīn, on a breath of
Yasīn, steps out.
What is, is not.
What is not, is.