"I won't help you nor your brother
till you both get right with god"

My sister asking you for help
should have brought out any goodness
you had left inside, not this rancor and bitter swill

It's times like this I weep
it's times like this that I wonder
if heaven exists, what will we find
behind the curtain and the booming voice?

I am not a perfect soul
but the goodness inside me
yearns to grow without promise of
reward or threat of repercussion

One day you will either receive retribution
or you will just cease to exist
either way, I hope you find the peace
that the cancer you call religion, could never give you

Tell us how you really feel

Tell us how you believe black people
originated from god cursing Cain
Tell us how you think

"It's the children that suffer
from interracial relationships, because
it confuses them and they don't know
which race to embrace"

Tell us how you believe the poor
"Should just stop being lazy"

How teenage girls should just accept
responsibility for their decisions
while refusing to listen to their pleas for help
after the baby is born into your cruel world

Tell us again, how your god
doesn't pick and choose
the winners and losers
in this ****** up life

"God gave us free-will,
the evil in the world is our own doing"

Tell us how saying a prayer
is more acceptable than
actually giving a ****
about your fellow man

I am looking for a reason to believe
*just tell us....

///

the big river has moved toward the sea
and this tiny path has gone to the dark forest
the earth itself a rounded shape
but that spiritual whirls has no dimension

the diamond is a crystal that has too many faces
it shines and attracts all of us
you have also too many faces
but sometimes a few of it seems as the moon or the diamond

the crystal diamond
the moving earth
the dark forest
everything has a dimension
and that everybody has mentioned

but your long road that moves to dark
find a dimension
but you could not mention
always that has grown your tension

the silky moon
the crescent, half or full
has a distinct dimension  
but its dispersion has no dimension
even its beauty,
the spiritual face has no dimension
but it has attracted you and me

the forest that too dark at night
creating sound in your heart
the dark,
the sound
has no dimension at all
but we see the thunder on the sky
that has grown a certain dimension for a few seconds

you see the light in love
that has no dimension
but its gravity beyond
you can feel it into your soul,
when you are alone at a spring dawn,
and you see the god who has been calling you from the end of the path
though god has no dimension at all

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

What
Is
The
Truth,
But
A
Better lie painted white.

Truest of Love
gets willingly
on it's knees.

What was free now carries a cost
and I have no money to pay,
that account dried up a long time ago,
the last time I thought I was young

Now grandfather clocks know me by name,
chiming in their opinion,
pointing fingers in every direction,
signaling each passing hour like it is a celebration

Waking me from a peaceful moment
while an insulting dawn
hidden behind dark raspberry clouds
sings, “Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone”

I see sunflowers staring through shutters
wondering why as
tear drops collect on their seeded faces,
salting their very existence

So I write out the reason
in the dust on this end table
Finger marks cutting through the dirt
that has gathered, forgotten and reminded

No poetry in those words, that has left me too,
my pen now passed on to someone “younger”
playing hopscotch and drinking cherry cola
stealing her heart as I

Fall into the unmade bed
where pillows are my only friends
Covering up...trying to hide from
the truth that scares me so..........who I am

Poem of prosy
I am so sorry
to relay this story
of ending glory
knowing
your suspenseful stories
await my attentions.
Your suspenseful showy
purposefulness I feel,
I do!
I read and write and breathe
and cry!
Just as you.
I slay dragons daily,
carry princesses away,
I live in castles
like you!
I walk every word wearily,
or crawl away , but always go forward.

I outfitted my worn-out clothes
Then in the far mirror, I see myself
I look behind the old me
Look pass the masked he wears,
Staring…  

After what seems like a few seconds,
I finally asked him;

“Have I neglected you?”

He didn’t answer…
A single tear fell in his left eye
And then I understood…

“I am sorry, I let you stay behind
masked for too long
muffled you for quite some time.
We all know society is cruel place to be.
We need to be strong and I needed to be stronger.
It was for our sake.
But then it was just me being a coward
                            - afraid to faced reality.

Now look at us, we’re both crying for the decisions
we’ve made long ago. It was not your fault,
I’m to blame with all of this crap.
I made you do it, I convinced you with my
Fears. And I am truly sorry for that.”

I break down into sobs. He simply hugs me, not saying anything.
Then he fades away.

I dried away the tears I shed
And found something,
     a feeling I never knew he give.
I found forgiveness.
I was able to forgive myself
From the things I did.
To stay past the past mistake,
To face the new kinda old me…

Then I realized;
It is important to forgive yourself
To be able to move forward.





written 09/27/2014
*© Pax

We have forgotten the original story
While writing so many versions of our own
With the pen that faltered
And the ink which created blemishes over paper
Creating only caricatures of the true beauty
Which we cannot emulate

Pierce the veil or pierce the heart

Close the wound or let it bleed it out

Stand together or stand alone

Be strong or be afraid

Fight the war or raise the white flag

Lets be friends or just walk away

Choices

the mind
has its own futile cravings
satisfied in succumbing!