Is it bad that, I never made love
no I never did it but I sure knew how to **** 'em
until I met you
You flipped it all around
got me going up and down
no not makin not one sound
Yes I had some issues
Could not commit
Na, wasn't havin it
but at least I can admit that I was baad to them
Yea I was bad before,
but I'll be good to you

surrenderin' my all to you
givin' you what I got
cause you know how to hit the spot
every time we reach to the top
Im tellin you I don't want no body else
could it just be you and myself
I don't want that lame ****
talk to a bunch a ****** fake ****
tryna hide what i feel inside
cause the demons that tried to erase me
yeah they tried to erase me
by makin' the one's i love
betray me, betray me
made me hate me
I know,
I thought thats all I was good for
that no good **** who's stay on all four
suckin **** like a no good *****
but she's pure
she's pure
I know its hard to believe
but we all deceive
she's a mystery
come look at me
and i'm sure you'll see
Lacked love
So she ******
You came
Changed the game
She's sane
Rise above
Bad girl
Time is up

Do not get tempted by
Unessential things that
Not only will have
You crying and withering with pain but
Aching with desires

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Faith
BY MICHAEL *******br>When I cannot believe,
The brown herds still move across green fields
Into the tufty hills, and I was born . . .
Teusaquillo, 1989
BY MAURICE KILWEIN GUEVARA
Flowering sietecueros trees:
How easily we married ourselves
to the idea of that bruised light . . .
Bright Pittsburgh Morning
BY MAURICE KILWEIN GUEVARA
This must happen just after I die: At sunrise
I bend over my grandparents' empty house in Hazelwood
and pull it out of the soft cindered earth by the Mon River. . . .
Hanukkah
BY HILDA MORLEY
This season for us, the Jews—
a season of candles,
                                      one more . . .
Winter Solstice
BY HILDA MORLEY
A cold night crosses
our path
                  The world appears . . .
And I in My Bed Again
BY HILDA MORLEY
Last night
                     tossed in
my bed . . .
alternate names for black boys
BY DANEZ SMITH
1.   smoke above the burning bush
2.   archnemesis of summer night
3.   first son of soil . . .
Listen
Attenuate the Loss and Find
BY ANNE WALDMAN
name appears
everywhere and in dream
body armor removed . . .
From “Citizen”
BY CLAUDIA RANKINE
/ 

You are in the dark, in the car, watching the black-tarred street being swallowed by speed; he tells you his dean is making him hire a person of color when there are so many great writers out there. . . .
Listen
History Will Decide
BY ANNE WALDMAN
All writing around the sides the persons a galaxy all writing resounds a hot history. All writing is in fact cut-ups history will decide games heated and heated economic behavior. To rise up scene all sounds of Tahrir and inside supply side threatened. A long delineation. Longer than I would . . .
ICC Kenya Trials: Witness
BY SHAILJA PATEL
was it so I could
never say
across a courtroom . . .
Mosaic
BY TIM SEIBLES
A carpet of light, the
ocean alive < half a moon
muting the stars. . . .
sideshow
BY DANEZ SMITH
Have I spent too much time worrying about the boys
killing each other to pray for the ones who do it
with their own hands? . . .
The Last Son of China
BY **** PING
.......................    hello hello hello    ...    Weiwei    ...    where have you been?    ...    I see you in dreams    ...    bleeding    ...    in the darkness of the . . .
The Skin of Sleep
BY MYRA SKLAREW
The skin of sleep
is thin. It will not hold.
Its contents stumble out. . . .
What Could Have Happened
BY SHAILJA PATEL
Wa
gal
la . . .
Everybody Has a Heartache: A Blues
BY JOY HARJO
In the United terminal in Chicago at five on a Friday afternoon
The sky is breaking with rain and wind and all the flights
Are delayed forever. We will never get to where we are going . . .
Good Friday
BY MARIA MELENDEZ KELSON
Jesus, I want my sins back.
My prattle, pride, and private prices — 
climbing, clinching, clocking —  . . .
ICE Agents Storm My Porch
BY MARIA MELENDEZ KELSON
The Indiscriminate Citizenry of Earth
are out to arrest my sense of being a misfit.
“Open up!” they bellow,
hands quiet before my door
that’s only wind and juniper needles, anyway.

You can’t do it, I squeak from inside.
You can’t make me feel at home here
in this time of siege for me . . .
Tablets
BY DUNYA MIKHAIL
1


She pressed her ear against the shell: . . .
«1234»

still i wait. will the Stars deign
To reply? skyward i plead my case
but my best has fallen just shy
i see them leave, one by one
even the clouds have left the Sea behind

Still I wait.

He watched you cry
He watched you bleed
He saved your life
Which isn’t yours to keep
So why do you question
His intentions?
He created you
With all your imperfections
He tests you today
So you can see tomorrow
In the hereafter
Without the sorrow
Of the Dunya we chase
While putting the Deen aside
We exploit His Grace
And refuse to abide by
The simple rules He’s lodged
For our own benefit
We disregard the elephant
In the room in which we sleep
The Muslims of today are no less than sheep
Following the norms of western society
Forgetting our own and neglecting the Deity

the night we stay with Satan\
shore cycles of Karma will swing\
true plink betwix auditorium plunk\
Kin deep wreaking frail grim reap\
Keeping the Peace maker horn\
charmer reborn slumber Sparrow\
swarm base oiling gladness churn\
long face wide zygomorphic burial\
laced golden silence relish relics daze\
tyrance maze efface miraculous Mayans\
fingere lunge literal transliterating Dunya\
          distill animation by God triangulate\
  Panagia onomatopoeia layman infiltratIon\
red writen circuit burnt innocence clipped\
insulant urn of the surgat son\
opening null locking sun in all dials\
primeval mercifulness\
primordial noteworthiness\
may be relieving points for taking\
and giving a flying shackle **** back\
one down pass it around another lie\

shoved down the throat again\
found in the bottomless pit awake it\
() thing worse than being lost when\
it's your Necessities that are looking\
Ain't that the truth although tainted\
Eluding absentmindedly words\
flow retroactively channeling\
purposeful jurisdiction thinking\
actuality is thee meant to be what\

consequently conceptualized where\
attitudes collect pealing aptitude\
manifests inception dictated in\
comforts own skin pretentious\
dictators impose upon Carthage Pillars\
irritatedly prioritizing Pagan fillers\
reflect surround sinners encroach\

exploring Asia Minor capacity inspect delve interest\
coach self linguist design intellect major retrospect\
outspand intrinsically extort distortion awaken\
infernal declarations transmogrify\
straight lines entwine utterance\
embrace praise Raise feathers halo\
  Altitude of the Almighty deity maker\
genuflect bare Manitou provocate heir bait\

albeit Iron Maiden answers prayers fate\
giveth and be not deceived receive\
A divinity Key degree Aleph hook creek\
handling sobbing grief debrief steam decree\
kneeling bleeding evaporate disguised healing\
trees spree free be guarded prophetic maven\
emancipate  to the seventh greet Phoenician Valhalla Heavens\

I am so tired of feeling so empty and with no home.
I've had so much given to me yet I can't but help to feel empty.
My family has always been there for me yet as I sit with them I feel so alone.
I don't connect with anyone ever.  
As I have become older the realization of how lonely existence truly is has just magnified.
I was a fool in thinking I would one day fill this void inside me with a friend or love interest.
I once knew Allah and felt such completeness.
When will I return?
Maybe once this day comes to pass I will feel whole.
My home might just not be in this Dunya.

Mad archangel 2020 scam, dead weatherman noos report blam
                                               be live-r to the umbrella storms;
“Stiffen up, you needa chief more
                                                            ­      kid, you’re riffin’ with a
legend— as it is,
         it’s a sewage drain,a bed
                                                             Pan the pipes of dawn’s
crack;at end of the tusk,
                                     the silverback-gorilla camo on the lawn
          kept the rusted metal on a locket-chain
                                                    ­     hanging off his pocket;pocket-watch
                hang from his eye-socket;
.seed sewn,              from the cornrows
                                                                  in his carriage-patch,      3-wheeled rig and [a battery-pack
                                      lithium frame,        told him, ‘slow down black’
         —ain’t no money in that”
                                     magazine gass’ed up -let me hand em the curls;
code to the Source,name
              the names, bigstick for walking a sideways polemic
                                                         ­                   fortyoz forecast for
                  hisshadow stringed-up a harpwing tune
                                               the maddog politick;
Show ‘em on the map
                                                               ­            -where it rain tonight?-
                   (not that alley X the liquor store—sea the eagle
         swim gelatinmass of marvelous cherrylime-green sky;
posse told him to pass
                                               his flying colors, vomitspittle—
                                               Magnesium flare—was all his
                                                             ­     day in the dunya,(we all got’em)
                                                         ­         bent youngblood ear like a
                                                                ­                                     bloodhound:
                                                                ­  What’s the static charge?
Smash!pumpkin brain s-p-l-a-t,  rush to eat the seeds?
   all the sparrows scatter cuz the lights
is red,white&Bluuuue on L juice
          —Ah! Hell’s loose, call me a river and
                                                                ­                                       press
                                                                ­                              snooze.

I am allowed to break.
do not tell me that I can't break in one second because of a person.
because if the person is someone you give your heart to and someone you're risking your heart to then
I am allowed to break. to shatter. to mourn.
but dear tell me
That breaking helps.
if breaking is the only way for me to be close to God then by all means I am fine with the pain in dunya hits me like this
it damages the bad side in you
breaking my heart into pieces
and to be formed into a new piece
into a new self
to be broken is a blessing in disguise.
you just have to find those blessings despite your damaged heart
sometimes when the dark side of life hits you
that's when you can see those stars light up the sky
and when you're drowning
that's when you can actually breathe inhaling the truth and exhaling the pain.
so hey. don't tell me not to break
teach me instead how to live with a damaged heart

jis shaks to tum dhoond rahe ** wo to hai mujhe na pata
par ye naam to mera hi hai lekin is 'mera' ka 'main' to laapataa
jab mujhme mai hi nahi hu to kise dhoond rahe ** tum?
kahi aisa to nahi ki hum dono ek hi shaks to dhoond rahe hai?
khair tum to bas ek naam dhoond rahe ** jo ki hazaro hai is jahan me
par mujhe jiska justuju hai wo ek hi hai is aalam me
kahi aisa to nahi ki mai bhi hazaro me hu is jahan me
khair hazar hone ka bhi kya fayda jab itne naayab ** ki kahi na mile
** sakta hai mai to hu kahi aur ye to mera zuban baat kar raha hai
kahi aisa to nahi ki jaha hu mai waha bhi mera zuban hi baat kar raha hai?
kis darya pe hu mojud wo to shayad kisiko na pata
kahi aisa to nahi mai hu hi nahi
ya phir bas mai hi hu aur sab jhooth
mai ye kisse baat kar raha hu kahi ye mai to nahi?
kahi ye dunya bas meri hi ek rup to nahi?
kahi ye nazm jo padh raha hai wo mai to nahi?
ya phir tum hi ** sach aur sab jhooth
phir ye nazm jo likh raha hai kahi ye tum to nahi?
phir ye janab e lafz mera kahi tumhara to nahi?
ya phir tum bhi ** hum bhi hai bas aapne aapne talash me
pata nahi kaha se gir gaye hum itni gehri talab me
kahi aalam e akbar ye to nahi?
kahi jannat-jahannaum ye to nahi?
kahi hum to khuda nahi ?
kahi khuda to hum nahi?
kahi ye to ek sapna nahi?
khair agar hai bhi to hume kya
hum maut ke intejaar me shab o roz
kahi aisa to nahi ki shab bhi hum  aur roz bhi hum hai?
dantte hai ye log ki, ae 'Aarib' ye kya pagal-pan hai?
shayad aisa na ** ki wo log bhi hum hai
zindagi to bas intejaar hai maut ka
kahi aisa to nahi ki zindagi bhi hum aur maut bhi hum hai?

Him, I told everything
I told Him about the sleeplessness of dunya
And about the dreams of akhirah

I told Him in poems,
As eyes started to speak
And tears started to colour the prayer mat

Every tear, on their knees
Every met grain of sand, sees
Overflowing pages, and their never ending stories

September 23 is for Harmony
Yippee
23 plus 5 equals 28
The birthday of Allah's Prophet (PBUH), a most memorable date
2 plus 3 equals 5
days later, God hollers, Eid Milad Saeed, we're live
Your birthday starting last night
with a full moon shining bright
I waved happy birthday with a schoolgirl's sincerity
and you said back, A rainbow lunar halo, for some a symbol of harmony
To the most honest man, the most trustworthy human
Messenger Muhammad's full of Iman and taqwa, alive with stocks boomin
A fighter against injustice, oppression, colonialism, imperialism, racism, sexism, any ill we name
As Musa said, Somebody has to explain that paper money is the key threat in this game
The Final Chosen One went low to get he and others high
Talking God's words, speaking truth respectfully to help call girls get shy
On 23, God said, Enter the world a bright smile Harmony
On 28, Here comes good people to celebrate, a beautiful bumble bee
A most lovely man, we shout for, Yay, she saying, Cheese
His humble reply, Thank you. No, please
Insisting we give thanks and show gratitude to the one who birthed The Prophet, Amina
and to the ONE who created him and his daughter al-Zahra, Fatima
God's dutiful servant urging us, More eggs in the basket for the akhirah and less in the basket for the dunya
She too would say, your Siti Haneefah
We're here today, September 28th already and tomorrow will soon be gone, no more a life
An exuberant cheer, We love you dearest Prophet and your most beloved and favored wife
For Ahmad, Hamid, Mahmud, the focus, the VIP today
From a grateful student and from a thoughtful Auntie, this poem is for The #1 Muhammad and Harmony K

By: Najwa Kareem

Tell me the beauty of this life without pain. Explain to me how we are to be immensely grateful of things that are easily accessible when we see them, every single day. Talk with me about the wonders of how life would be if time was of our essence in the virtue of prosperity. Stimulate my mind by discussing the endless possibilities of what our true purpose is, and how we will reach our objective. When you sit back and realize that this dunya (world) & haya (life) is temporary, you will understand that the temptations deriving from our peers daily, are here to set us onto the wrong path. The road frequently traveled that we choose to follow is filled with mistakes and bad dealings, yet we allow this in hopes of gaining happiness, joy, excitement. When it is understood that the world's answers are right in front of our eyes, just needing to be recognized, we will be full of power. Let me be your light.

- nsw 08/17 11:57 pm

A cry.. In cold and hazy light
About to be devoured by darkness and despair
Although the sky already pouring, her eye can go no longer bearing
Conscious that wasted on reality calculation
Exhausted, when there's the possibility of it was beyond salvation
Silence.... Deep one
Numb, dumb.... This foolish girl is still here, trapped
Thinking of how desperate I want world to favor me, with fact that world is only Dunya that is really long but ain't eternity
It's hard and just getting harder
Am I get used of running away? No good
It's not like that will lead me to a good escape....