#hakiim
There came a time when I realized the river flowed outwards
The west became Sahara and east Bombay.
The golden chops grinned in greed.
My lips were full in windy cold winter,
and you became hoarding supply-less supply.
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 7:24 PM UTC
what’s the law of flight
when do we walk on the sky
when does a feather bloom like cupid wing
bow in hand trying to set a good impression
only to face moons alone at night
i thought i shot for me but i guess i shot for them
who will strike me with their arrow
when does a bow become a boomerang
is the ocean really a river
am i only a bridge
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 7:00 AM UTC
meet me on common ground,
with a feather & tool of shade in hand
while the birds sync in parallel mind.
let the universe whisper
sweet nothings between our skin.
let the brown flesh merge
like water and land.
may our bodies be a field
of poppies as we dream of once again...
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 12:28 AM UTC
i feel like a pine tree
jazz dancing in my roots
body of bark
branches of composite
savor
leaves of creation
the wind blows like a hurricane
though im rooted in the ground
my conifer lie in silence awaiting...
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
it was on a windy day
the book dismembered on cobblestone
pages whipping in the sky
yet the sun shined bright
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC
they’re in a place of lost hopes,
silent drums on weekday vacation,
in rooms full to the brim,
oozing tar,
nightmares on sunny days.
palms mismatched like large and small.
we breathe on different intervals,
you have never seen yourself like me.
i don’t like what i see.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
Old age doesn’t turn a new body into an elder.
Only when you write on mirrors do you learn
your skin aint rough yet.
You made of glass and bone and I can see through tints.
Your flesh is baby soft,
and your mind lacks a room of study,
so when you are gifted new books,
you don’t know where to put them,
you don’t know how to read them,
you burn them.
Your mirror is still glass,
the aluminum silvering is still in a stone,
and the pen is somehow in my hand.
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
warm wind tunnels full of water lilies,
filling my cottage with fumes of nature,
fresh baked goods prepared in my kitchen,
the hum of inaudible voices echo through thick log walls,
silence fills this place as my phone dings in the far corner,
the smell of flowers and warm cookies fills the house,
gripping onto wood and string,
pressing and strumming as the peaceful vibrations fill the house,
I sea the occasional passing car as it shakes the entire house,
distant sirens exit and enter my ears,
I fill at home in this stillness,
another ding comes from my phone in the corner,
I walk into my kitchen and pour a cup of tea,
raw honey,
the table is stacked with board games,
the game system sits in the corner,
another ding,
succulents fill the shelves,
it is peaceful, hear...
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC
there are people i thought i was close to,
friends family etc.
Now they act as if I don’t exist,
as if all my memories were a hallucination.
I write them letters with no response
I hesitate to reconnect
because speaking to the seemingly dead,
destroys my peace
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC
i’ve placed myself in three shapes...
encased in a body of mud...
wiggling through cracks to see what was...
semi escaping chaos to find another...
...halted in time
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC
your stilts in your flex lights are my stilts in the next life...
act right before you hit night
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
what is solitude?
a cocoon of iridescent
paintings of oil on bulletproof walls
mama’s warm embrace in fetal form
a prison of darkness
where no one knows your face
where reflections are only imagined
where hands are far from reach
and reality is...
a place where beauty is created
creation is sentence
and sentence is desolation
childbed
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
this feeling is a place of escape
absence in stagnant emotion
blank space
a feeling of regret in cloudy white
fog on a warm spring Monday morning
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
it has become cold
but not for all
only for your reflection
a bulletproof window
wasted time on marble floor
sand trapped in a room
seeping out a window to reveal sunlight
a beach of perfection but pollution
sharks all around me
as i watch from the bars
yet a beautiful clear ocean
thriving life and vivid colors
i hear the hum of distant whales
but my lungs overflow with water
conditioner in my curls
in need of a thorough rinse
and i in need of the ocean
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
touch me as brick turns into paper
a familiarity i once knew
a past life in present form
i sit in full awareness of your bare flesh
you reside transparent in most forms
my hand extended in subtle care
your heart belongs to memories
my memories resurface as fear takes a hold
of being used and alone
of you not seeing me
of me dying alone
in fear that my last love is my last love
so as you fill my brain and it forms a puzzle
speak to me before insanity fills my neck with thorns
before paper becomes brick
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 4:25 AM UTC
on that night we gazed north at stars and confessed love
hands clenched and intertwined like grapevine and prayer in golden chalice
gifts from wise men on the birth of our love
time flew by and distance ached our feet
we loved eachother as you found another
loyalty was rikety as out hands remained clenched
my heart grew conflicted
my mind nailed it up
my tongue said hold on but let go
i was happy as well as sad
now that the nails have been removed
hearts are blocked by tomb walls
awaiting resurrection
awaiting and hoping that yours still feels the same
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 3:38 PM UTC
clarity spoken in whimsical tones of timid grey
face of paste as mind reflects seventy-three
feet of cinder
passage of bright fog
destination an illusion of mind
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
if love was a place
i’d make it home
where i rest within you on beds of water
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
you made me feel like I made flowers bloom
a single beat like quarter
shutters open to reveal clear sky
clouds clear like Windex
me in mud a snail
you the salt in my warm water
on my skin
gargle and spit me out like blow darts
in my body burning like an acid
left to defend the fort
fallacies shot like arrows from serpent tongues
third dimension hidden like Little Finger
clarity of sight
oculus
reality seen only in two dimensional travel
bound a lip like Billy
let you be Winnie
let you be Judas
and I Job
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
may he rest
a pendulum
white rock in hand
Chapo in hiding
he speaks to the crowd
kneeling in prayer
blind of sin
eyes dart to and fro
itching for cashflow
the highest in the sanctuary of holiness
watching behind satanic smile
devotees of holy rock
pray for baptism
oblivious of Lucifer
in plain sight
hungry for release
to be and to be pain
pleasure
rebirth
home of leaf and skull
grim in holy garb
the "enemy" their sovereign
the cup fills
sipping red wine in captivity
their skin a binding like Nancy
a coven of Judas
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
if words and body become transparent
and bodies move into nothingness
let mine only see you in seance
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
I'm afraid to love what would never return blessed favor
for my heart is brittle and bare
stripped to rickety existence
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
comprehensive labyrinth of error
fragile to in-extensive touch
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
I need time to detangle this web of tears,
trapped in turmoil,
entrapped in confusion,
I am a maze runner in solitude,
watching flowers bloom on the other side of the fence,
I see nothing,
but the gravel that binds me within soil,
reaching through cracks I strive,
to see skies of blue
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
There's an empty passion within me,
So many hopes and dreams,
yet no direction.
I feel bound,
by chains and locks and walls
so indescribable it is
My passion is clear,
like an untouched lake,
but I see no path,
I'm a runner on the road,
an endless road of wonder,
all leading to my home,
as I run I nearly reach my destination,
and then I run back,
not from fear,
but doubt.
This doubt is my *******
I long for escape,
but it has its grip,
It is crushing me in a straightjacket of hopelessness,
and I so long for a breath of fresh air,
a glimpse,
a sign,
that one of these infinite roads leads to something,
a glimpse of my destination,
a savior,
certainty,
absolution
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC