Hassanein Khaki
Hassanein Khaki
3 days ago

When hardship you face
An answer is raised
"Have faith"

When an obstacle appears
Engineers gear a solution
"Have faith"

When the answer is invisible
When the answer is unknown
When you're lost in the dark
Without a torch on your phone
"Have faith" is your ringtone

But what about when the question is faith
When you question your own faith

When that which you love
That which you hate
When that which you adore
That which you abhor

The answer to every question
The key to every lock
The password to every terminal
Is always "have faith"

Have hope and have faith
Be patient and believe
Be faithful and breathe

But what of the times when I'm lost and can't see
What of right now when I'm gone and withdrawn
What of tomorrow when the voices are louder
And my shouts have no power
When my faith is lost to me
And I become powder
Lost in the sea of others
Lost where I hath no brothers
no lovers
no mothers
no people
no friends

When the end is nigh
And I wish to die
But I can't have faith
I take a pause

The law is stated for me and my faith is decided
There is no other road for me but the alley behind the store
No door for my sorrows
No rest for mere mortals

I wish there was a portal to understanding
An easy way out of this misunderstanding
Because right now I'm standing
on the precipice of disaster
No aster
No plaster for my heartache
No band-aid for my broken arms
Nothing to hold up the weight of faith

Because faith has left me
I do not believe
and cannot retrieve
that which has been lost to me

I can't seem to see
the horizon anymore
So far it is that no path
is visible to me

I wish I could believe and have faith
I wish I could trust and have faith
I wish I could understand and have faith
But no, God seems to have asked me a question
A question on belief
What am I
and why?

"Have faith"?
No, I'd rather not

Sameer Denzi
Sameer Denzi
6 days ago

Unproven theories boss over Science
Science has become the new religion
Religion has become a hub for hypocrites
Hypocrites want to become our leaders
Our leaders want to pillage our land
Our land is stripped bare of its wealth
Wealth is now worth more that people
People are abandoning their intelligence
Intelligence is now becoming artificial
Artificial is sold as though from Nature
Nature for most is ‘as seen’ on television
Television encloses our new reality
Reality thus, has become devoid of Passion
Passion that we need to find the truth
The truth about ‘what is’, and ‘what is not’.

.                   There's a never ending rhythm
                 Listen carefully and you can hear
                  Listen quietly so it comes clear
       Pay enough attention and you'll live the lyrics
                            Dancing to the beat
                   Dont forget to move your feet
           If someone try's to tell you how it goes
                You wont catch the way it flows
           Close your eyes, take off your clothes
                Watch your breath come and go
                When you hear it you will know
                        Spontaneous reactions
                   And unbelievable attractions
          Being where you are will get you so far
                            Here in the song
                     Where there is no wrong

A young girl's life ended
without the opportunity to grow
made all reason incomprehensible
shrouded the family in agonising woe

Her nascent bubbling personality
not given the light to flower
taken from this life
too soon for a final hour

Her mother may have questioned her God
her father may have denounced his belief
broken hearts may never have truly mended
prolonged time may never have healed grief

Her mother may have believed in heaven
her father may have returned to Mass
but their faith would be fully realised
if rejoining her came to pass

A personal piece. A tribute to my parents and my sister who passed away in infancy.

Oh God,
    Let it snow
Let it pour.
    Let it flow.
Melt memory's
      Letting go
            of dark reflections
       of past's incantations,
made murky,
     my weather of present.
Oh God,
     Let it snow.
pour down,
with all its might.
Fill our hearts
     of night
   with white
      bright light
to the brim
of our soul's height.
Oh God,
    Let it snow.
Piling up peace,
and happiness.
Sweet, iridescent
      flakes of
    spiritual insight.
Freezing, numbing,
pain, sorrow, and fright.
Oh God,
Let it snow.
Snow with all your might

1-8-17 (C)

We got a little snow in SC yesterday, which is a rare treat. It just felt like a much needed symbolic cleansing.

If you're Hopeless,
You tend to feel that you have an Infinite Amount of Time on your hands.
In a Way,
Hopelessness brings you closer to God.

If the entire planet rises to a spiritual awakening, wars will fade and activism will no longer need to take  place for the protection of environmental and economic crisis. Humans will see spirits instead of bodies, and our existence will seem as if an ego never took part of our conscious.

What differs between ego and spirit? Ego seizes to get rid of spirit, while spirit teaches ego to surrender towards conscious understanding of Unity and Wholeness .

CK Baker
CK Baker
Dec 3, 2016

six lanes
in a sight line
past the cedar shims
and trim tempered insert
past the washed mural
and water stain tile  

covered eyes
fight for focus
over dark, distant bridges
and cork strung ties
foot crawlers on lemon pegs
under clouded halogen light  

dreamers contend
in a variation of chant
(throwing it off
in a drawl sequence)
a glimpse of the guard
and warm towel assignment
forge comforting relief
in a task filled day


we are a conquered people
but we walk freely as servants
our masters are not at peace
for they know what they do
yet before us they stand
as we weep for our loss
or exult over our victory
and though they are of Caesar

we give that which is God


we wash in the headwaters
the water that cleanses my soul
we harvest the vineyards
the wine that became my blood
we cast seeds into the fields
the bread that is my body
we listen to their promises
but a voice became the word

we cannot speak of the image
the ritual looks not upon idols


she made chalk from rice fields
all are invited except evil spirits
lines and circles for prosperity
tomorrow another will be drawn


is there injustice
speak to me
purify myself

until the bullet says no more


she drew two needles
two needles that cross
two needles that mend
the eyes cast no stone


they wear only robes
all desire has passed
the moon guides them
upon waters with no home


seven circles against time
kissing and touching stone
prayers where they stand
drink water from the well


how to describe the ocean
to a baby that cannot swim
when we cannot see the edge
nor all that lives within its womb?
all we can do is reap its harvest
by drawing fish in the sand
removing them from the nets
and from baskets made full


no heaven can accept my sin
no hell can accept my goodness
i can only tell you how I feel
though what I see is you
and what I know is me
you have become like the stars
as beautiful and distant
as grace is to a man like me

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