#formed
To guard your sleep
To see you awaken
To know that such
love could exist
only in that special
sacred place
Where all
and everything
there is brightest
To know your ways
To love your smile
To realize someone like you
is near impossible to find
When all you are
brings hope to life
To hold you close
To touch your heart
To deeply know
you are as I
Who else then
could I ever find
to bring that feeling
For with you I am so alive
To have your love
To hold your trust
To believe forever
In We and Us
Whatever might happen
in the time We've been given
However long life
keeps Us together
We will know
Our love and Our future
is formed and forever
in Heaven.
-R.
(1.1.17)
-LA
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
Mold me
Like clay that can be recycled,
Then formed into something new.
This clay, like a rebirth, now loved,
This new reinvention shows the new you.
Like in the potter’s hands, he molds a beautiful shape,
One that once was just a lump of clay.
The potter’s hands can make this art anew, escape—
Like helping shape someone’s life one day.
We are like clay, being worked and formed.
This process is like the improvement of oneself.
Unlike the piece that once was unformed,
Now becomes something beautiful to display on a shelf.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 9:14 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 31
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Me, As Ummah Thurab (Badshah Khan),
I faithfully represent, the complete creation of my Divine Creator.
Merged seamlessly within my eternal love and noble soul,
My noble soul can’t depart from my eternal love.
Nor my eternal love from my noble soul.
With eternal love and noble soul, As me;
Faithfully representing to the visible universe,
A complete creation of my Divine Creator
As my noble soul is properly formed,
In chasmic love of My Beloved Love!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
Got no ticket, but beggars don't choose
who gives a care, if it's legal, bus drivers,
I knew, would never leave a man walkin' in snow.
It must be people like me get old all the time,
and we go musing using other people's vibes,
like rich folk use their money, saying see me
be me, better than you, and what can you do
when you become Diogenes face to face
with one got dammed right honest man
standing in the noon light by the ode to Zeus
written by Epimenides, quoted twice by Luke,
as he was recollecting all he had heard said,
during the voyages when the visions rolled out,
got it plain, find that old way where good is,
and walk in it,
want not, fret nought
woe and waiting, aim is true, wait to see,
be like baby puppies, mewling kittens, too,
we become vapors we mystify, by our lonesome
hearing our life's top forty as far as youtube cares
I hear somebody singing The Weight
at least six times already this eighth of January,
and the zero sum of it all seems unlikely, Luke
was lost in pondering Poe's Annabel Lee… likely
mocked in my opinion by the first version
sung earlier this century, Annabel Lee, a meme
from a man, two years away from dying, too soon,
some say his true love went before him, too soon
and we cannot relate to the time when such songs
became the first news we had that Poe had died,
but left us with the kind of angels he had in mind.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 7:20 PM UTC