Hamza Muhammad: Poems

Hamza Muhammad Mar 2021

And the devil dances with God lest he dance alone, amidst the duplicity of men, smiles taut and coveted forms.
What have he, the winter apple, the devil hands not to you or I.
Oh grieving soul! What have he the winter apple, and what have you for wanting it?
For even the devil wants not the winter apple hence he give it up.

Look Not On The Night Sky

Hamza Muhammad Mar 2021

Look Not On The Night Sky

Look not on the night sky with lust
For the stars do not look upon you with want
They are insensate as he is and so the stars are within him.
That he may call before you celestial lust, the yearn for men's two faced spirits. For where are the stars in the morn', shrouded by a greater light?
Such is the measure of the two faced man that the stars still shine so bright yet he cannot see them.

Thou Art What Thou Art

Hamza Muhammad Mar 2021

Thou Art What Thou Art

Thou art what thou art
Art thou my love?
Art thou for who the sheep are culled?
Forgotten not are the fondest moments
Stamped with deft kisses, carried by blissful sorrow

Thou art what thou art
For it is not I who cries
Nay, she cries in in place of me
For it is I who may attempt to lie
But she does not deceive me
Tenderly earnest in kisses and naught

Only to find at the shepherd’s feet
The young ewe, she do bleat
Yearn for my caress as she may
Bound by the woollen string of fate
Fleeced of any deception

— The End —