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why do i 'ave this feelin' of people disturbin' me
when i am in thoughts talkin' to Thee
why 'tis that others, i cannot see
when all i want to be, in my mind with Thee

Thy Power as Thy Blessin' upon me
right here in my head i can always meet
those very standards that in life should be
to Whom to be turnin' to but to Thee

yes to him, Thy Special Chosen One
his own whether before, or after him be

for if not with Thee, Thy Beloved be
the One i am turnin' to, gettin' closer to Thee
if not with Thee, Thy Beloved Ones be
those examples Thine, sent by Thee


..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 29/11/1439
'a (freestyle rhymescheme) Sonnet'
lots of people havin' abilities to be
     blind to the one 'n' only truth
might they know alot, knowin' they do not
     the more they get, the less they understand

most of people learn to be learned
     for the purpose of their very own benefits
now just wait a moment, is it really...?
     or might they just be thinkin' it to be
those excuses 'n' explanations been
     puttin' things to their own hands

beg me pardon, indeed 'tis truly
     the lack of bein' able to recognize

i say, honesty is more to me than life
     this difference in which we do thrive


..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 02/09/1439
Most certainly i am not of those
     amongst thee, most pious ones
i just try to stay focused
     'n' remain bein' myself

There would be no reason for
     me to be walkin' proud on this earth
i can neither tear it apart
     nor rival mountain's heights

For there is no understandin'
     within these lives i be livin'
i do not want to play
     do not want to react

Tho 'tis alot of hypocrisy
     i seem to keep knowin' less
i be chasin' after my own lies
     that what suits me best

Would it be truth to behold
     i, if only have listened to the ears bein' told


..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 28/08/1439
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

'a (pentameter / freestyle rhymescheme) Sonnet'
'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
'a (pentameter / freestyle rhymescheme) Sonnet'

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


'a Sonnettette'

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


'an (Italian / Castellani) Sonnet'
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