this life i'm nothin' but a visitor
in which to make my own decisions
be n'it livin' up my obligations
or be it those things to be chasin' for

never have i felt like bein' at home
tho bein' is tryin' to understand
the purpose on earth 'n' what to follow
this conscious into which i have to grow

'tisn't like i do not want to be here
'tis just somethin' inside this atmosphere

'tisn't like i have no patience no more
'tis just that i finally want some shore

so nothin' shall ever be called my own
not until my place to me shall be shown


..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 18/07/1439

'tis the man in the mirror to begin
for rethinkin' his ev'ry deed 'n' sin
'n' all he has knowingly commited
willeth or willeth he not admit it

'tis this very man standin' before ye
tryin' to cover up ev'ry bad thing
wouldeth he be sincere in how to think
or remain deceivin' many a man

with these acts here showin' he be strivin'
as his truths in life he wouldeth live in
'blivious these webs of lies he be in
never bein' able to forgive him

for when 'tis not reflectin' on his self
shouldeth he not remain in his own shelf


..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 07/07/1439

forever been friends, never did they meet
'till that auspicious day their hearts got freed
tho never before now in dyin' need
without even knowin' swept of their feet

both unknowin' as discretely secured
lo, this bein' a play 'bout love for sure

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 05/05/1439

oh indeed, this flower may be wiltin'
but does it not 'ave had, its flourished days
did it not sway in those gracious ways
how it took part of most true happenings

each loose stitch 'n' emptiness bequiltin'
understandin' of beauty it displayed
its cycle, this message, that it just layed
wonders be shown, right at its beginnings

'tis none but the very truth, it presents
unlike others, who their lies they defend
for the seeds it bares, not as what we sow

not many creations such that creation shows
like to know our hearts, own minds to prevent
..this flower, even while wiltin' does scent..

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 18/03/1439

oh my Love, why dost Thy tear up this heart
whereas noone has ever lived inside
Thee, no comparison, nor any part
of this felt alone, 'tis Thee Who resides

'tis Thy Love to breath, what i need indeed
forever Ye'll be in this life of mine
my all belongs to Ye, for Thee i bleed
for everythin' that is, be Thine

why dost Thou break it, again 'n' again
this body created be holdin' its soul
why is it for me hard to understand
i don't need to know everything's role

oh ofcourse, Ye know, 'tis within my tears
my love too little, my biggest of fears

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 16/03/1439

like Jesus, may peace be upon thy soul
he without a sin may throw the first stone

like Noah, may peace be upon thy soul
he concerned 'bout the people left alone

like Moses, may peace be upon thy soul
he would stand there, but not without Aaron*
(may peace be upon thy soul)

like my Job, may peace be upon thy soul
who these life-lessons in patience has shown

like Jonah, may peace be upon thy soul
still trust God while in this belly below

Abraham, may peace be upon thy soul
to be the very father of belief

Muhammad, may peace be upon thy soul
be the final completion bein' sown


..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/03/1439

i, the writer, yet never am i pleased
whatever been penned down never succeeds
to my expectations, nor to my needs
for the meanin' of words seem to get ceased

i, the gardener, be sowin' this seed
whatever to be said shall never reach
for hearin' be all different to each
no poet am i, no artist indeed

i, be as just human, as i could reach
understandin' alone my heart shall lead
'tis knowledge upon which my mind does feed
no fame, nor admirers, that i beseech

i may be hopin' just someone to read
these ways my letters on paper do bleed

(or maybe how they be finally freed)

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 08/03/1439