Quarantinistani - Hello Poetry

My wants are many, my desires - endless; yet my needs are few. Of that which I have, I take what I need; of that which remains, are portions for you.

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May 2, 2020

May 2, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC

"Waste Not, Want Not."

My wants are many, my desires - endless; yet my needs are few. Of that which I have, I take what I need; of that which remains, are portions for you.

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Quarantine, you must. In sha Allah, Coronever you may. Fast by day. By night, Taraweeh pray. This is the way.

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Apr 24, 2020

Apr 24, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC

And So, It Begins.

Quarantine, you must. In sha Allah, Coronever you may. Fast by day. By night, Taraweeh pray. This is the way.

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I chase after balloons without a second thought. I break into a full sprint down the street, across a parking lot, onto a busy road, just about anywhere, don't care who sees, don't care who stares. I once caught two balloons on the same day within about 5 minutes of each other. It was a great day.

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Apr 22, 2020

Apr 22, 2020 at 2:38 PM UTC

Who am I?

I chase after balloons without a second thought. I break into a full sprint down the street, across a parking lot, onto a busy road, just about anywhere, don't care who sees, don't care who stares. I once caught two balloons on the same day within about 5 minutes of each other. It was a great day.

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Are we not all of us mere visitors upon this Earth, here but only for a few brief moments, awaiting an end to our exile, anticipating the return to our ancestral home, the Celestial Domicile, the Heavenly Abode from whence we came, the birthplace of our spirits, the sanctuary of our souls?

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Apr 21, 2020

Apr 21, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC

Visiting Hours

Are we not all of us mere visitors upon this Earth, here but only for a few brief moments, awaiting an end to our exile, anticipating the return to our ancestral home, the Celestial Domicile, the Heavenly Abode from whence we came, the birthplace of our spirits, the sanctuary of our souls?

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And in my sleep, I am wide awake. My dreams are vivid, my dreams are many. I live and die a thousand lives, each as real as any.

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Apr 21, 2020

Apr 21, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC

Restore Factory Settings

And in my sleep, I am wide awake. My dreams are vivid, my dreams are many. I live and die a thousand lives, each as real as any.

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I raise the pick-axe high up above my head. I bring it back down with all my might. I hear an audible thud at it pierces into the ground. I change my grip. The soil turns over as I pry it out of the ground. I smile to myself in satisfaction at the sight of the churning soil. It is a calm, soothing sight, worth the magnitude of the effort required to produce it. I change grips as I ready myself and raise the pick-axe high up above my head once more. I am the artist, the Earth my canvas. The pick-axe is my brush, the chaos my muse. Seeds will be sown and vegetation will be grown. Spoils will be shared and cheer will be spread. But for all the good that is done, I am the one having all the fun, for this sight is for me, this art is my own.

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Apr 20, 2020

Apr 20, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC

Tectonic Shifts

I raise the pick-axe high up above my head. I bring it back down with all my might. I hear an audible thud at it pierces into the ground. I change my grip. The soil turns over as I pry it out of the ground. I smile to myself in satisfaction at the sight of the churning soil. It is a calm, soothing sight, worth the magnitude of the effort required to produce it. I change grips as I ready myself and raise the pick-axe high up above my head once more. I am the artist, the Earth my canvas. The pick-axe is my brush, the chaos my muse. Seeds will be sown and vegetation will be grown. Spoils will be shared and cheer will be spread. But for all the good that is done, I am the one having all the fun, for this sight is for me, this art is my own.

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You are not who you think you are. Nor are you who you say you are. Rather, you are who you prove yourself to be by the actions you take and the choices you make.

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Apr 19, 2020

Apr 19, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC

Kon

You are not who you think you are. Nor are you who you say you are. Rather, you are who you prove yourself to be by the actions you take and the choices you make.

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Bing Bada Boom, Legion of Doom. Hear the World Engine go 'Vroom Vroom.' Adam and Eve, Bride and Groom. Heavenly Couple sent down to Earth. Their wicked *** children and their twisted *** greed, wrecked the Earthly Garden and paid their warnings no heed. When the day is done and the fun is over, the playground is empty and the children must go home. Moms and Pops, They ain't gonna hold back. We finna get an *** whoopin'. Its been a long time coming. All of humanity, get yo *** in line; CEOs first, emplyees last. You do the crime, you do the time. Dem are de rules and you brokened them all. You've run out of time and there's no way to stall. Did you forget? We gotta go back. The same One who sent us here will call us all back. Get your affairs in order before the conductor comes a-collecting. Your ticket was punched the moment you drew your first breath. Check your itinerary - duration and detours, none of them matter. This trip is one way, there is no going back. The destination is final so be not in denial. Prepare your defense and argue your case, for the Judgement is final and there shall be no retrial.

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Apr 18, 2020

Apr 18, 2020 at 7:47 AM UTC

Notice of Assessment

Bing Bada Boom, Legion of Doom. Hear the World Engine go 'Vroom Vroom.' Adam and Eve, Bride and Groom. Heavenly Couple sent down to Earth. Their wicked *** children and their twisted *** greed, wrecked the Earthly Garden and paid their warnings no heed. When the day is done and the fun is over, the playground is empty and the children must go home. Moms and Pops, They ain't gonna hold back. We finna get an *** whoopin'. Its been a long time coming. All of humanity, get yo *** in line; CEOs first, emplyees last. You do the crime, you do the time. Dem are de rules and you brokened them all. You've run out of time and there's no way to stall. Did you forget? We gotta go back. The same One who sent us here will call us all back. Get your affairs in order before the conductor comes a-collecting. Your ticket was punched the moment you drew your first breath. Check your itinerary - duration and detours, none of them matter. This trip is one way, there is no going back. The destination is final so be not in denial. Prepare your defense and argue your case, for the Judgement is final and there shall be no retrial.

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"So if I do that, nothing can hurt me? "No, Abdullah, it won't stop the bullets. If someone is trying to hurt you, you have to call the police or get help, okay?" "Even if it's Mommy?" "Where's daddy?" "He's never home." "..."

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Apr 15, 2020

Apr 15, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC

Teaching: It ain't always sparkles and stickers.

"So if I do that, nothing can hurt me? "No, Abdullah, it won't stop the bullets. If someone is trying to hurt you, you have to call the police or get help, okay?" "Even if it's Mommy?" "Where's daddy?" "He's never home." "..."

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I am the audience. I am the act. I am the set atop the stage. I am the curtain - of that I am certain. I am the lead, I am the follow. Follow me fellow, come say hello. I am the scene on the stage. I am the scene on the screen. I am the scene that is not seen. For I am the scene behind the scenes. I am the light. I shine so bright. I blind their sight. Lights out; night, night. They fear my might - of that they're right. It's me they hear, loud and clear. It's me they fear as I draw near. They thought they could. They thought they would. They knew they should. But now they're shook. For I am the truth. And I am come. I am set free. Now lies must flee. Out, out the doubt. Their lies, stamped out. They scream, they shout. They cry, they pout. They beg, they plead. Their hearts, they bleed. I pay no heed. Truth is my creed. True is the need. Wage war on greed. I am the thief. From me, I stole. Mind, body, spirit, soul. I am the tyrant; I am oppressed. The time is now, I must revolt. I must Jihad, I must Crusade. No time to wast. I must make haste! Have you no eyes? Do you not see? It's me I fight! Day and night! I am the pen, I am the sword. I am the speech, I am the word. I am the battle, I am the axe. The time is now, need you ask? I am the struggle, I am the strife. This is my way, this is my life. I am the many, I am the one. I am all and I am none.

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Apr 13, 2020

Apr 13, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC

The First Final Act

I am the audience. I am the act. I am the set atop the stage. I am the curtain - of that I am certain. I am the lead, I am the follow. Follow me fellow, come say hello. I am the scene on the stage. I am the scene on the screen. I am the scene that is not seen. For I am the scene behind the scenes. I am the light. I shine so bright. I blind their sight. Lights out; night, night. They fear my might - of that they're right. It's me they hear, loud and clear. It's me they fear as I draw near. They thought they could. They thought they would. They knew they should. But now they're shook. For I am the truth. And I am come. I am set free. Now lies must flee. Out, out the doubt. Their lies, stamped out. They scream, they shout. They cry, they pout. They beg, they plead. Their hearts, they bleed. I pay no heed. Truth is my creed. True is the need. Wage war on greed. I am the thief. From me, I stole. Mind, body, spirit, soul. I am the tyrant; I am oppressed. The time is now, I must revolt. I must Jihad, I must Crusade. No time to wast. I must make haste! Have you no eyes? Do you not see? It's me I fight! Day and night! I am the pen, I am the sword. I am the speech, I am the word. I am the battle, I am the axe. The time is now, need you ask? I am the struggle, I am the strife. This is my way, this is my life. I am the many, I am the one. I am all and I am none.

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