The Nomad

Where do I belong?
In a world so full of people
With tables already set
For the groups that make this world

A nomad

Forever cursed to walk this earth alone
But I need a land of my own
A place where I can call home

I knock on doors
And eat with strangers
Drink with travellers
Sleep with angels

But I cannot shake this feeling of
Wanting to belong in a place of my own

A place where there are
Others like me
But I have yet to find this silent retreat

A nomad

Wondering this Earth alone
A wolf with no pack
And this howl is my song.

Better Days

Better Days

The late afternoon breeze
Brings a familiar scent
Great Britain it seems
Is just a fading memory

Those childhood moments
So deep inside my being
Make me feel a little more human

A past life
Of which I left behind
To pursue this dream of mine
To save the world one at a time

I aim high
But have lost the will to fly
I must find my wings again
So I may soar the starry sky

On the winds of faith
That bring me this familiar scent
This summer afternoon
Reminds me of what I want

The crow cries
As dusk is on its way
The stars will guide this path
For me to find a better day

The Tree

Deep grooves define my complicated texture
As many run by, block by block
There is enough room
For cities to dwell
Within the grooves that define my texture

The intricate lines
Between space and time
Create artistry
Of the most sublime

The cracks and the caves
That wither away
As seasons pass by
It shows on my face

My hair starts to fade in colour and shape
And fall to the ground to be blown away
Then spring comes again
I feel so brand new

And as I take my first breath
I breathe life into you.

The Gift

The Gift

There are many beauties in this world

To observe but a few

We use the eyes our Lord gave us

To seek the beauty in truth

We use our sense of smell

To navigate between two worlds

And we use our sense of touch

To feel the wonders of the Earth

We use our sense of taste

To give thanks for the sweetness of fruits and dates

And we use our ears to listen

To the words you have bestowed upon us

For in recitation and silence

Reverie and melody

I find you

And it is there I want to be

I cannot part this world to see you

And not bear any gifts

But you own my heart my soul my love

So what is there for me to give?

Except my Ruh

To you.

Why is it?

Why is it?

Why is it that you captivate what I give to you so willingly?

Why is it that my heart tears through my chest every time we meet?

Why is it that no matter who I see you’ll always be the one and only?

Why is it, that if that’s the case, you’re so far away from me?

0123

0123

It goes from zero to one to two to three

The digital code sent from above

A direct message for me to decipher 

Sent with blessings and love

The critical connection

Between me and He

Is evidential in this spiritual dream

But you gotta open your eyes

Before you visualise 

True elevation 

My soul’s in a purgatorial state

Cleaning the filth to make a new slate

For his message to be written

On the flesh of my heart

And deep inside the wound 

The process starts

Healing 

Self believing 

Heavenly sent words for the masses

But the media is full of opinionated bastards

Who criticize the words of the Educator 

The king of all the worlds 

The facilitator

The most beneficial and trustworthy

The innovator

The most kind and caring

The protector

The most understanding

Not a rejecter

Unlike my heart in this anger

This feeling of need 

Is amplified by 

This hunger and greed

Man I'm thirsty

For a sip of eternity

To quench this heat

Inside the cold streets

For the ground shakes beneath

But still no one believes 

And that’s why I'm here to 

Take these words to the preachers

To take these words to the streets

To take these words to the schools

To take these words to the government

To take these words to the fools

To take these words to my ego

And let it soak in purgatory

While I expiate these sins

From these eyes within me.