there's no earthly muse but from God it is
for whatever is by the will of His
all of beauty by His Divine demand
is it not exactly how He has planned

there are no deep oceans 'n' no high hills
for all of my writings in all its skills
would come from none other than God alone
'cause inspiration by Him only shown

upon me no revelation be sent
for my time mostly as sinner been spent
could be mercy my words shall never find
it's my inner fear to be disinclined

i say my lovely Muse, my lovin' God
tho i am not of those walkin' the shod

*
..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 08/05/1437

i know at times i have lost my ways too
forgot 'bout efflorescences of truth
denied all of the good hidden within
for my nature itself quite demurin'

wherewithal we all do have times like these
wherein we fail to recognize beauties
to see life to be ever so comely
when a heart feels only felicity

tho as faremost 'n' so quintessential
to lose focus of the sempiternal
will not bring us further into this life
when forgettin' the knowin' how to lithe

for i know now which thread to hold onto
'n' the very Bein' to put all of my trust into

*
..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 08/05/1437

It's funny,
How at nineteen years of age,
your mother still calls you baby

Funny,
How I hate boys who wear pink
But that shade of rouge looks almost charming on you

It's kind of funny,
How everyone thinks you're always happy and chirpy,
But it was I who got to see the multidimensional you

Still, it's kind of funny,
How easily you've lured me
into your
            stupid
                             little
                                          **trap