Posts from — February 2009

she used her heartbreak as
a stepping stone
on the seldom traveled path
to enlightenment
taking shelter from the wind
in a burned out abandoned house of God
the sign in the window said
faith for sale
every night before she went to bed
she watched sneakers swinging
from the telephone wires
and all the while
she prayed for release
from the earthly shackles
that bound her here
but her prayers were all in vain
for Death refused to take her soul away
dawn after dawn she greeted the sun and asked

“won’t somebody cry for me?
won’t somebody save my soul?
won’t somebody love the me
that’s gray and old
as the nights grow cold?”

together

heartbeat to heartbeat
two lives have been joined together
thank Creator the Almighty
for placing Heaven in their hearts
and molding their souls
into two halves of a whole
i say unto you
what is love?
this joy that they share?
the frankness of feelings they carry
underneath their worldly cares?
have faith in this unity
rejoice in its strength
mind to mind
two spirits linked together
waves of passion rise
to wash over these beings
offering new life
what God has brought together
let no man put asunder
as we sit back in wonder
with hope in our hearts
let the drums overcome
let us lift our voices in celebration
as these two become one
heartbeat to heartbeat
and body and soul

lovers come
lovers go
lovers will
break your heart
lovers lie
lovers love
so sweetly
sharing kisses
caresses
secrets and dreams
salty tears
spill from the eyes
of lovers lost
abandoned love
puppy love
fated mate
other half of soul
seek no more
weeping
laughing
sharing joy
love is so lovely
love to be in love

It’s funny how it happens. You’re cruising along, heading happily towards your mapped/planned destination. You hit a snag, a bump, a block, and have to take a detour. Next thing you know, you’re 50 miles off course, and enjoying yourself. You figure you’ll get where you need to be eventually, or you find that your original plan no longer holds your interest.

That’s where I am now. Recently, I was gung-ho about writing science fiction. I had the plots, the characters, the time lines. Everything was mapped out. I found myself confused about how to treat a couple of “supporting role” characters. That turned into a 3 week “vacation” from writing anything other than bits and pieces of what are supposed to be poems. Due to a series of “weird” dreams, I have completely changed direction in my writing.

Perhaps, it is best for me to simply hop in my (metaphorical) car and see where the road takes me. From this day forward, I will record my dreams and random thoughts faithfully, insha’Allah. Who knows? Maybe my best work is the stuff that I never intended to write.