I walk with death on my hands
Constantly thinking about grave as a dooms home or a fragrant palace

In front of me there is heaven and hell


Death my judge and juror
Oh death!  Why you?
The destroyer of illusions,don't be furious

In front of me there's heaven and hell.

I want to inspire people
I want someone to look at me and say
"because of you i didn't give up"

After prayers and fasting, I finally got a job
Our love was great but still we needed money
So I worked more harder, when I got home you were already asleep
No taste on the food, just roasted potatoes
At some point we argued, but that's the life we wanted

To make it worse,I got a transfer to Canada
All along we fought for this life
"Patience is a virtue" that's a lie
our love trembled ,patience never made things better

I still keep calling, but you don't bother to pick up
I try to cook ,but I can't eat
am zero without you,hustle, killed us
but I want to remind you
that I still love you

5
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since I joined hello
a larva with a torn soul
Clinging to Whatever's left of life

since I started scratching for light
Peeking at the  deeming tunnel
but still hoping

since I started dinning with poets
eating haiku in the morning
drinking sonnet in the afternoon
feeling the aching agony of the broken in the evening
falling in love with the dreamers at night

Since my heart was pounded
wrecked and left with unspeakable pain

Since Born was birthed
a crawling character that was literally dying
but still screaming for hope, love and dream

Since Ismael Ibrahim aka Born
stopped existing
and started living

I didn't know I could write
words that are bitter
but sweet like honey

the truth that kills me
but still turns me into an immortal

words that break me into pieces
but i revive like a Phoenix

words that are stuck on my throat
but still scream the loudest

words that sear through skull
but mend hearts

Am here
Maybe I was here
Writing you a sturdy poem
Screaming about something
Nothing
Sometimes
Am confused about religion
Religious thoughts, religion beings
That she hates
And I hate that she hates
But why does she hate
Ugh too much hate in gratification
and that pungent smell
Of love
Mostly "loved"
Coated in hypocrisy
Of belief and  change
but for a penny
Or a few dollars
and the perfect orator
For your hearts
For your minds.
For the sake of politics
I'll shred your soul
but only if you don't mind
him being gay
Or lame
Or late for my crucifixion
Of inauguration
That was acquired through
Illegalities of power
hungry
She said
I can't love a broke man
that feeds me more lines
on a monsters ink
that you've woven
and left in my bed
for me to fall in love
With your raw
Open heart
that keeps fighting
racism
and equal rights
for women
against elite tyrants

They say your sweeter
but I know your bitter

like krest
you stormed our chests  
our hearts -just guess

Us,the future holds just a mess

I write my troubled soul's journey
with hopes to feel better

If my memories  were  that ravishing,
i wouldn't worry about the future
life is short
but it feels too long sometimes ...

If only a voice could whisper in the depths of my soul and comfort me!

I'm  heartless, the world has made me that way
only the strong survive feel me its a dog eat dog world kid

Am slowly fading into the background
a place I know
I might feel better
I am probably safer

I've finally awoken
from this deep slumber
no,I mean deep illusion
I can see clearly
but am still blinded by dreams

my future
my destiny
my fate

why can't I stop worrying

dear God just let me peek at my future
dear God just let me sleep with a big smile
instead of tears that run down miles
wanting to know the unknown
dear God just let me mingle with my fate

I know i matter most

pain changes people

I honestly hate this exaggerated  poems of love

Some people write about this persons in really crazy way.

It's as if they wouldn't have existed if it wasn't for them.

I don't know if they wanna worship them, I just don't get it.

I got lost in this whole world and forgot myself.

Took a break from writing
Been enveloped in what seems to be a
Confusing reality,
And the repercussions of everything

Been arguing or discussing
With a friend about world  economy
And how the world has become a global village.
And the warning signs of how this could be devastating than 2009 recession
And the devastating consequences of our ignorance when it comes to politics

Been 8 months, since I truly sat down and wrote something
Something like a poem, a shade of reality or a rant, as I famously call them

Been awhile since I wrote about what I believe
My perception on our cultural activities, societal uh-uhm "clings"
All that ticks with our behavioral patterns
Religions, last I checked I was reviewing lord Shiva ( Hinduism) and Buddhism
Intresting stuff

Isolation and social distancing

Got me thinking of how we live our lives
Wondering if social media has been isolating us and the governments are just making it official?
How we are dependent on virtual reality!
How lonely one can be!
What and who matters, me, you, us, them, vanity!
Why we fear death and never live our lives preparing for it!

Life

I don’t have a certain answer to the big questions of why and how to live, but my best guess is that life is a playful act best guided by curiosity.
Children intuitively know this, of course, but the rest of us become rigid over time
We harden ourselves to deal with change and uncertainty. We forget how to play, and we get so busy making plans that we no longer know what it takes to lose ourselves in simple moments without always being bound to a clear purpose.
This is the problem of seriousness — an entirely passionless state that gets mistaken for maturity


That's it

I don't know whether to call this a come back, or a faltered decision inspired by humans or the current events. But nonetheless, I'll be writing and sharing my perception of certain or uncertain realities. This is the best way to share myself with the world.