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would ye know, would ye really understand
when meanin' itself shall reveal itself
should ye sow, what ye are sowin' right now
or maybe just grow those things ye do like

fears ye be fearin', but truth ye deny
years that'll pass by, experience ye'll say
in those ways ye move, ready to fly

there seems no problem to identify
within those things ye are livin' to know
'n' when ye think no-one is lookin', still
ye keep findin' things to deceive thy own

for there's no struggle in thy days of life
be those very things, thy own disaster
in those things ye keep walkin' after
*

..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 25/02/1439

'a (pentameter / freestyle rhyme scheme) Sonnet'

thy leaves now fall in such beautiful ways
leavin' a bed of browns, yellows 'n' reds
right where i sat underneath thy shade
protection 'n' comfort ye always gave
calmin' 'n' soothin', when at thee i gazed

thee my definition of life itself
'ave witnessed all, but in silence ye dwell
thy wisdom at pace, ye remain thy place
but 'ave ye not bowed for The Glorious Grace
so earth ye'll protect with thy carin' beds

for this cycle of life, thy sacrifice
is metaphorically just as fine
if only we could talk 'n' able to
understand the realities of our truths

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 26/02/1439

'a (pentameter / freestyle rhyme scheme) Sonnet'

oh my beloved how to ever be reachin'
when thy beauties are beyond the sun
for truly the existence with you begun
as thy love's the only worth beseechin'

'n' sweet be every word ye're preachin'
as for thy wisdom ye did bestow upon
the ones praisin' ye, who at first shun
but still reject the one 'n' true teachin'

for tho i am also but among the sinnin'
'n' my hands set out tho empty within
thy love still the only worth beseechin'

so how to achieve whatever i besiege
when a conscience becomin' a nothin'
thy love is the only worth to beseech


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 14/04/1437

'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'
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'
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'

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'

say troubled child, how come ye're givin' up
why would ye want to spill a life filled cup
keep hope in thyself 'n' those to achieve
there is so much more why would ye ever stop

oh perhaps ye'd think of it to relieve
tho would ye trust me if i'd say 'believe'
remind the ocean's depths 'n' heights of skies
never forget what is up thy own sleeve

but please don't be livin' thy own denies
for an end makes it only once one flies
just see to see those things that'll never drop
be kind to thyself, thy I, without lies

be patient my child 'n' never give up
for after sowin' ye shall have the crop


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 16/04/1437

'a (pentameter) Sonnet'

as two colours held by a single rose
just next to eachother 'n' right aside
tho of no existence when not beside
together as whole as beautiful arose

as water never mingles while frozen
but even if with Thy will not collides
tho all oceans work only within tides
flowin' into whoever Ye have chosen

for these are rivers full benevolence
to sail upon an everlastin' knowledge
tho misled to have of no beneficence
without understandin' bein' foraged

tho i do not know i will acknowledge
'n' ponder upon a rose's true essence


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 03/07/1436
'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'

for to see with our hearts
is found by understandin'
visions of truth all within
as the center of all minds

consiousness to be of parts
neccessary as ever burnin'
aswell a knowin' as a feelin'
in the knowledge one finds

there is no other way but that way
in which treasures are to be found
when awaitin' to unfold day by day

a cycle of thinkin' just goin' 'round
no word no deed nothin' to display
my secret onto that which i bound


*..love always...

عرفان بن يوسف © AH 11/11/1436
'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'

i lay on my back thinkin' at the stars
why i had to fight that many a wars
i watch the birds as they are flyin' by
always have wished bein' able to fly

i stay at pace wonderin' at the sky
why does the ego urge to satisfy
i hear those leaves whisperin' in the wind
all the amount on the trees i have sinned

i may be restin' as if behind bars
the dreams i have had but those nightmares why
i feel cold as the pressure overwhelms
it is i this world into depths has binned

for now my place is here beneath these elms
this grave now to be my only of realms

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/05/1437

'a (pentameter) Sonnet'

now this time of year comes again
how these darkest days may wane
'cause readin' through the website
one can't deny a melancholic side

seems that some turned off a light
the innerside deeply seated within
tryin' to burst out with all its might
instead kept secretly unflourishin'

although it's easy for outstanders to say
many a people causin' themselves pain
tho feelin' lonely isn't on them to blame

just wished it didn't have to be this way
by reachin' out 'n' carin' for one another
'n' by gettin' rid of any unknown names


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/03/1437
'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'

my fears shall never be the same as thine
thy tears will never be more dry than mine
while heartache can't touch me at heart's recline
like death can't break me when just a new birth

my fears shall be, even to hurt a bird
or not to be there when love needs handin'
nor to want anyone remain unheard
for carin' all will be carin' my own

my tears will be, for not understandin'
my purpose of existin' 'ere on earth
for when this life will 'ave its endin'
i shall finally face what i 'ave sown

so these are some thoughts that i be livin'
not just some feelings i 'ave made my home
*

..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 01/03/1439

'a (pentameter / freestyle rhyme scheme) Sonnet'

now have we not walked these roads at time
where many a thing continuously deny
are there no lessons which be to be learned
but them **** circlin' in twists 'n' twirls

why do our minds be deceivin' our souls
longin' hearts be denied by our egos
how truth be our failure at recognition
by those wretched lies we ourselves are livin'

for it's not just the passin' of seconds we be
where we say time we do have not, ye see
busy, always busy in fact with makebelieves

as rather these priorities we seem to keep
we bein' as herds as if all bein' sheep
oh dear body when thy soul leaves

*
..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 16/08/1437


"oh dear body when thy soul leaves"

..not meant as a dark nor suicidal writin'.., rather somethin' to contemplate upon...

she's always walked underneath that exact same sky
where later on their hearts met for the very first time
he never stopped believin' in the beauty of the moon
for the dance beneath shinin' lights to be theirs soon

forever she wondered what those stars really meant
by the unknown paths upon which their rays're sent
he thought of all of those promises that're ever made
by the past wretched words upon him bein' displayed

but when the occasion 'n' that auspicious day came by
when a birth of true love started comin' out its cocoon
just then nothin' 'tween an earth 'n' heaven could bend
their union becomin' a fact as faith for them has layed

for that magic moment their bein' rejoiced as occurs
when his eyes got caught by the sight of eyes of hers


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 18/04/1437

'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'

many a thing i have on my mind
when writin' the moment decides
the floatin' words there are to find

driven by main 'n' carried besides
a flowin' of all feelings expressed
for it the occassion itself provides

tho might it seem as dispossessed
consciousness to which it depends
'n' to whatever it may be addressed

the more it takes the more it bends
tho no block delays on to the move
thereby thinkin' too much extends

rather it's not 'till i myself approve
forever perfectin' tryin' to improve


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 25/03/1437


'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'
so my nightmares do 'ave a truth to say
ye refrain further 'n' further away
too bad 'tis your own that ye will remain
those 'n' what be upon to be stayin'

maybe indeed, i wish to be alone
but 'ave i not chosen to be with you
just prove to me that i am wrong to do
tryin' to make a life to be our own

please continue openin' up my eyes
for i am blind to be doin' as such
as feelings they all be denied as much
'n' all what will ignite that even fires

Rome is one way, London is the other
lo, should we ever be with eachother?


.. ...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 25/08/1441
"a (pentameter) Sonnet"

fountains arise once ye'll sow
to a faith as strong as truthful
mountains high 'n' rivers flow
to walk alone the very fruitful

there's no fast there's no slow
to a shinin' light as beautiful
where gardens are roses grow
to understand the one blissful

as there's no beauty that doesn't testify
'n' no truth that doesn't firmly confirm
even less there's no atom that could defy

as every time, all occasions 'n' in any term
just go witness 'n' seek clearly to clarify
how everythin' 'n' everyone justly reaffirms


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 05/08/1436
'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'

as i do not rhyme in metrics any more
i do not care as i used to write jambes
all i want is just to express the words
in ways by tellin' ye how i exactly feel

waves might be there aswell a melody
tho to ponder upon ye'll have to dive in
the stanzas may seem made purposely
if love is the drive the answer is within

a heart ever rhythmic as its beat plays
to emerge a writin' of a sonnet kind of
by the inner burnin' that never decays

tho no words known ever to be enough
witness me sayin' as forever 'n' always
lo my love is for love 'n' love is my love


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 27/06/1436
'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'

don't we all look up the skies as we start to wonder
aren't all of them writers up at night just to ponder
might be out of many a thing bein' stumbled upon
or like breezes of winds that are blowin' into mind

tho most of those times feelings bein' put asunder
by emotions as much as the rain, storm 'n' thunder
although aswell as the sun, moon 'n' stars beyond
just seems as if many don't manage nor get to find

so ye can contemplate but never thyselves deprive
to define these nature's bonds 'n' the beauties of life
for be it lessons by foremost the hard ways learned
or of one of those lovers onto which ye have burned

thus whether ye're writin' accordin' rules to follow
acknowledge thy messagin' by thy heart's wavin' flow


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 22/04/1437

'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'

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