God please do not let me miss those moments that I could have spent with my child.  Let me carry her more often and feel her tiny body gently wrapped in my loving arms.  For someday I will not have the strength to pick her up anymore.

Let me hold her close to smell her freshly washed hair and breathe in that wonderful baby scent that covers her delicate skin, for surely she will not smell this deliciously sweet for very long.

Let me enjoy changing her diapers for this gives me the chance to play with her miniature toes, tickle her tummy and make her feel comfortable.  Someday she will ask me to leave and shut the door behind me claiming she can manage by herself.

Let me take more walks with her in her stroller while I can look down at her little face that is staring in wonder at this new world all around her.  Let me do this often, for soon she will be able to walk on her own and leave the safety of my arms.

Let me stand beside her crib at night for longer than a moment to watch her surrender to her peaceful slumber.  These nights spent in a crib will be replaced soon enough by a much less cozy place for dreams.

Let me make her laugh everyday.  For I am sure the precious sounds of her first giggles are apt to change with time.

Let me delight in each and every milestone she reaches.  Before I know it walking, drinking from a cup and other small miracles she has learned will seem ordinary.

Let me tell her how much I love her.  Since there are bound to be times when she will not want to sit still to hear this.

Let me continue to listen attentively to her even after she has mastered the art of talking.  Since people tend to listen less closely to a child once language becomes fluent.  

Let me make time for peek-a-boo and pat-a-cake and other baby games.  There will come a day when she will no longer want to participate in such childish antics.

Let me learn to enjoy the sound of her calling me "Mommy" even if it is yelled through the dripping of tears.  For one day I will no longer be "Mommy" to her, but rather just "Mom".

Let me be the world to her right now because as every mother sadly comes to realize, their babies soon discover the world outside of their mother’s arms.

Let me do these things and so much more, despite being busy, tired or overwhelmed because I would hate to look back and harbor regrets of times gone by that were lost to less improtant things than my own daughter.

Yes, dear Lord, I want my daughter to grow up to be a strong, loving and intelligent woman, but please Lord do not let this hapen overnight because someday memories will be all I have.

See life is never easy
Nothing's handed to you for free
Not everything is pleasing
When people tell you what to and not to be.
And life is full of obstacles
A rollercoaster of ups and downs
Its seldom you'll find miracles when you dont believe in how
He is always there to guide you
In the darkness he's the light
When  you feel you're in a battle
He will help you fight
The alpha and omega
The beginning and the end
The one we call allah
I know he is my friend
And even though what you're  going through
And may feel like you may not make it out
Just go and talk to him, he will tell you how
Just look up to the sky
And know he'll be there
Sometimes you may not hear him
but he will always care.
See life is never easy
But he will guide you through
I know its hard to believe
Just trust that its the truth...

the Savior cometh
o lonely one
beneath the vast emptiness of the enduring silence
i seek thee
i yearn your name
to the East
where you return
amidst the red sky of fire
with its piercing strikes of white light
and thunderous echoes
and drones of voices falling to Easeful death
you return
and
you too
shall seek me,
your lost bride.

In sandaled feet we stroll beside the hedgerow
And Satan’s nettle bites with wicked teeth;
But doctor leaf is growing in abundance:
Open all hours to provide relief.

For God created all things bright and wondrous
And took his rest upon the seventh day;
Then evil set to work with Mother Nature
And led the birds and beasts and bugs astray.

The owl and hawk prey upon helpless creatures:
Vole, shrew and rabbit are their daily bread;
While fox sneaks up and steals the farmer’s poultry
And banquets when the farmer’s in his bed.

Way up above our heads in lofty tree tops
A greater crime’s committed than the rest:
The infant cuckoo murders all his siblings,
By pushing eggs and fledglings from the nest.

Survival of the fittest is important
In order for a species to survive;
If only dodos had been more aggressive-
Then those peculiar birds might be alive.

Calling all my angels,
all my supernatural friends.
cuz, I lost my ******* car keys, again.
I probably should quit drinkin' until 2am
but you know when I get going
it's a little hard to end,
but if you help me find them,
I'll get down on my knees and
swear I'll never drink again.
I'm calling all my angels,
all my supernatural friends.
I really hate to bother you
with such a trivial pursuit
but, the car keys still elude me
and I've looked high and low.
I've checked my laundry basket
and went through all my clothes
stuck my hand inside the sofa
found a a dollar fifty seven
and an old remote control
'oh so that's where it went'
Now I'm calling all my angels,
all my supernatural friends
just to give my thanks for
leavin' them under the toilet,
When was I in there?

So has anybody seen my wallet?

sitting here
with all kinds of thoughts.
trying to force myself to think of god.
- instead thinking about a lost love.
trying to hold my emotions in
while repeating a prayer over n over
in my head.
i use to repeat the name of someone i loved
when i felt lost but now i realize that was where
i went wrong .
now looking out the window
in the dark ,i find a star
the loniest one to look upon
i try to push everything im feeling
deep inside and wipe each tear before it falls.
all the time trying to keep a smile on my face
while i talk to god.

Lets march forward
With a striking word
Lets share our ideas
And hear thier voices
Lets shine our torches,
Throughout the ages.
Let’s make a better place,
For the future to embrace.
let’s put a  great struggle,
To stick to our schedule.
Let’s smile,
For a little while,
And make it worthwhile.
Lets unite
And flash our light
To every corner with might.
Peace shall rise,
With the sunrise
War shall only have goodbyes
While people creating more ties

And a vision appeared to the Poet in the night
The vision of The Holy Spirit in the wild wood:  
‘By  one thing  only
By nuclear weapon alone
Sin enters  the world
And death by sin
Who shall deliver us from this death?
Lord raised up Savior from the dead
You too won’t die
As  His Spirit dwells in you.
Beware of the nightmare leading nowhere
And  bigot’s extremism claws:
O what delight, as consecrated rose worships the altar,
Inner chapel and sanctuary:
Angels and heaven smile.
This Ultimate Reality
(Symbol of the greatest and noblest,
Mankind has striven for
Generation after generation)
Reborn as Christ
Reveals His creative fecundity
Infinite manifestations.
Our perfection
Our ripe blooming
Our sunlight and singing
Our reconciling dry philosophy
With light of Love
And this alone is our true sovereign.
By this knowledge alone
The timeless is united with time:
Liberation from the human wheel
Otherwise our disaster is irremediable:
Satanic spell will work
New weapons develop
New violence within States.
The only battle worth fighting is Peace
The spirit will defeat the canonshots
This is the reverend aisle of a true temple
Never forget the admonitions
I insist
Self-sacrifice is regeneration
And the moment of birth_
Living  among charlatans, poseurs, terrorists
Doing acts of love and charity
Sorting out diamonds among the dross.”

Waiting for him,
Was like a,
Mindless abyss.
I thought,
This time I should give it a shot.
Add plus venture,
Into a realm full with pleasures of flesh.
Rather waiting to lie  in sepulcher.

Thence came the wooers,
On horses, chariots, planes and cars,
Courted me to the foreign lands of brand new emotions.
Greasy, exotic, curious  and even obscure ,
To satiate my hunger,
They poured,
And I sinfully devoured.

Ooooh!
A whip here.
Ouuch!
A tickle there.
Aahhhhh!!
The sheer unfolding of their classy work.

Every night lusciously they came,
Wrapped me in an awe of satire, skepticism and imagination,
Not to say of the bruises they gave,
Tears I shed of Anger,Pain ,Love and Hate.

Still I  followed them blindly and agape,
Because a new world in me was taking shape.
Of Shakespeare, Freud, Tolstoy, Eliot, Byron, Wordsworth and my then fav,
the great Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
A medley  of fantasy, fact-fiction, comedy, realism and romance.
Oh!
What not I chanced upon.
All emphasizing emotion, imagination, scientific and natural thought.


There was no stopping of these gnawing hunger pangs,
None lasted more than a one night stand.
The foolish me, unaware, cascaded in the fatal encounters,
Not knowing the pangs are of soul to reach the supreme ******.

Thence came a Seer
The Prophet,
The Wanderer,
The Forerunner,
It was as if he can rip me with his thoughts,
And see my soul through that tear…..

I distinctly remember that divine night,
The moment I held him in my desirous hands,
I was no more in dual fight.
Things started falling into place,
Was no more in that abysmal space.
Still I would say,
It’s a current phase.
This soon would also evade.
New Lover ,
For every new night…

To cut a long story short,
Just so,
Because of your low attention span,
The lover, the poet , the wooer
Was the great
Khalil Gibran.

My echoes of Grace ricochet off the Son.
Pouring down on the world in rays of Glory
over flowing the seas with all it's beauty.
My Mercy repeats and the Son gives Life,
pulling you up from below,
from the dark,damp soil and strife.
You’ll never fret the night again.
Instead you will feed on the Son for Eternity, Amen.
I will shower you and quench your thirst
and in turn all that see you will see Love immersed.
With this another will find the light of the Son.

In between my plow synthesizing into swords
and my daily meditation medications
I took a trip out of my way
to the other side of town
and shook the hand of my lovers lover
there was no greater joy
then the grip of flesh his and mine
and our eyes setting into a blend
entangling into each other like
a night of nigh drunk passion
and in that moment
I didn't hear a thing,

my screams of contempt
the beating of my headache
my throat screaming for vengeance
and my heart sped up

my heart beat took off until spent
then for the first time in a tear filled week
I felt nothing