"sustainer" poems
What is my motherland?
Is it the dust that ravages my lungs
Or the bones of my ancestors
Humming softly the old and forgotten
What is my motherland?
Is it where I was born?
A piece of land, a group of people?
Or is it the place where
It's mothers are graded
In layers
Where some wombs only give birth
To sub humans
Where some wombs are scarred
Born from the ashes of a thousand dreams burnt down
I'm a survivor
Of all they could throw at you
Of all their insults
The predicament
My mother's womb that withstood all it could
And some more
They tell me this is my land
That it is my mother
The birth giver and sustainer of life
I spit on their faces
My motherland never was this piece of land
Or the people who **** on its soul
Each and every day
My people lived in a different world
On this piece of land where we were worse than animals to you
Where is my motherland?
I have none
Robbed of it since my birth
Where is my motherland?
But in the hearts of all who are like me
Set in stone
Yet defying gravity
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
#*humbled like children
we embrace the Sustainer
letting go of self*#
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
What's up with this planet, who's in charge here
Obviously ****** up people whose minds aren't clear
They're clouded with greed
They bribe people who lead
Deaf are their ears when we plead
Get out of our society, just leave
You're not welcome here
You make us hate and live in fear
It's hard to believe people still fall for your games
The world is blindly covered in your chains
We will free ourselves just you watch
We are raising the vibrations another notch
Maybe you should run while you still can
Before everyone finds out your sick twisted plan
Revolution will be lurking around the corner and in the dark
We need to inform everyone and ignite their spark
Our souls know something is horribly wrong
The caged bird sings the prettiest song
Look at the music and what people say
They're fed up with the planet and it's evil way
Life here is horribly unaligned
With Mother Earth and the divine
Don't be distracted just open your eyes
Get in tune with yourself, feel the vibrations rise
You'll change the world if you look within
Knowing thyself is how we win
Don't stop growing, you'll never be done
Love yourself and make your changes fun
See the silver lining, the light, the sun
Look at what's in front of you, don't just run
Feel awareness in every part of your soul
A loving world for all should be your goal
Happiness isn't far out of reach
Ignore false prophets and what they preach
Let your experiences and your higher self teach
Be a sustainer and not just a leach
I promise we can change the world if we try
Listen to what people are saying when they cry
We should come together with love and compassion
Quit self loathing and quit people bashin'
Lend each other our heart and our hand
Quit fighting over oil and this sacred land
The Earth is for all of us to share
To create something beautiful with endless care
It's not all about you, it's all about us
Now come join me on my hippie bus
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
My calico looks like the Lion of Judah
preamble her deftness with cooked chicken
and a sprinkling of lactose
Poor dear , perfect though she is
we all have our travails.
I am finding it hard to believe
age does not make her wary
in fact shes grows deeper into her role
A totem and a sustainer curled up in the one.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 2:59 PM UTC
Water, the origin of life
Nurturer of life
Sustainer of life
Taker of life
God, the origin of life
Nurturer of life
Sustainer of life
Taker of life
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 9:31 PM UTC
When rain droplets lick your face
Lift your lips,
lovingly kiss them back
Use your voice
Proffer prayers up
The Sustainer is sending sustenance down
So I'm:
Palms Cupped.
Brow Bowed.
Soul Open.
Lips Prayerful.
Heart Alert.
Mind Focused.
Intention Pure.
Praying for plentiful more
Lord fix my life open up shut doors
The Tabieen told tales of
An angel on every rainlet droplet
So when clouds come I become a beggar.
My Arms outstretched.
My Need great.
My Faith greater.
My God The Greatest
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 12:55 AM UTC
Just wait
Laughter
That presence within your catharsis
Jezebel
Jumpstart your
Heartache
Liberation
Fabricated Materialization
J... J…J…J…
Just wait.
Time will tell when
William Tell will attempt to shoot an arrow
through your heart.
If he misses,
you are doomed
to a life of solitude and faithless trysts
trust is a hit-or-miss.
If it pierces through,
you are condemned to a life attached
like a leech to
some being whose
too tight embraces
take your breath away.
Wait….just…
Listen.
The wind is blowing
sweeping you
off your feet.
You’re head-over-heals
in over your head
falling into a pit of
broken promises.
Only to rake them up again.
Just w….why?
Realizations that
****** should
be punished
even if its
metaphorical.
For hearts can die
and are just as hard
to resurrect
as burning stakes
which were once *****
Wait….
all hope is not lost
for loss cannot be
everlasting
unless…
Bill’s arrow was
tipped with
what is never blessed
that which makes
all mortals quell.
But one can never know
in certainty
until that day
occurs
Just witness….
til then
dear friend
my sustainer of life
I’ll feed you
elixirs to save you
from bleeding
out your memories.
For sewing you up,
is merely temporary.
I’ll force-feed you
vitamin D until you
agree to be blissful again
and I’ll be able to tell when
your artificial smile dresses your
sorrows
in brighter colors.
Justice wades
in deeper waters
but once you reach it
it’s worth all the effort
in the world.
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 5:37 PM UTC
Just Wait
Time will tell when
William Tell will attempt to shoot an arrow
through your heart.
If he misses,
you are doomed
to a life of solitude and faithless trysts
trust is a hit-or-miss.
If it pierces through,
you are condemned to a life attached
like a leech to
some being whose
too tight embraces
take your breath away.
Wait….just…
Listen.
The wind is blowing
sweeping you
off your feet.
You’re head-over-heals
in over your head
falling into a pit of
broken promises.
Only to rake them up again.
Just
Realizations that
****** should
be punished
even if it’s metaphorical.
For hearts can die
and are just as hard
to resurrect
as burning stakes
which were once *****
Wait…
all hope is not lost
for loss cannot be
everlasting
unless…
Will’s arrow was
tipped with
poison
that which makes
all mortals quell.
But one can never know
in certainty
until that day
occurs
Just witness….
til then
dear friend
my sustainer of life
I’ll feed you elixirs to save you
from bleeding
out your memories.
For sewing you up,
is merely temporary
I’ll force-feed you
vitamin D until you
agree to be blissful again
and I’ll be able to tell when
your generic smile dresses your
sorrows in brighter colors
Justice wades
in deeper waters
but once you reach it
it’s worth all the effort
in the world.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
The creation, the creator
Creation part, mirror of creator we got
Creator, father master or god
The creator of life
sustainer of life
taker of life
Life and destiny, all switches by design
Vested, in life’s spiral line
By design, responses triggered in time
Events, occurrences and stimuli, as rhyme
By design, some survive
The great deluge, and strive
To afford the creator, to retain life
Control of creation, designed precaution
For all will serve, even abortion
To evade this control and destiny
I change the switches, vested in me
Now in my hand, my destiny be.
Dec 24, 2009
Dec 24, 2009 at 11:48 PM UTC
They live here, it is not just their home and backyard. It is their playpen as well as their church. It is provider and sustainer, their Mother. They own it and it owns them. You and I may visit, we may stay as long as we like, partake in the beauty, become inspired by its vastness and variety, and then move on. They live here, always. Even when they can't be here they take the forest into their dwelling to keep the spirit alive within. Yes they live here full time, the forests are always on their mind, always calling to them, reminding them. You and I check in from time to time, they live here.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
You’re the Only One there is no other
You’re our Divine Father and Mother.
You are the One who first gave us all birth
You’re That which made heaven and earth.
You’re the One Who has the infinite treasure
You’re the One That can bestow real pleasure.
You are our Eternal Guardian and Benefactor
You’re the Source of everything and Enactor.
You’re the One Who is without begining or end
You’re the One Whom we need most as a friend.
You are the One Almighty and Supreme Being
You’re That Who is everywhere and All-Seeing.
You’re the One to which all creatures must return
You’re the One Who teaches what’s good to learn.
You are the One we should all worship and believe
You’re The Truth which all our troubles can relieve.
You’re the One Who has boundless Love and Wisdom
You’re the One that can show the Promised Kingdom.
You are the One Who knows everything that we all do
You’re That which can create anything if You wish to.
You’re the One to which all the world’s religions refer
You’re the One with Whom all creatures often confer.
You are the One That reveals knowledge to all those who seek
You’re the One Who favours those ***** humble and meek.
You’re the Eternal Divine Almighty Power and Glory
You’re the One Who has created this Universal Story.
You are the One we commune with by Your Sacred Name
You’re the Only Beloved Who sets all lovers hearts aflame.
You’re the One Who any amount of words can’t really describe
You’re That One Ocean of Goodness from which all do imbibe.
You are in fact all of life and That One Everlasting Infinite Existence
You’re the One towards Whom we all shouldn’t show any resistance.
You’re the One in the Many and also the Many in the One
You’re that One Energy by which everything does get done.
You are the One Who conceals and The One Who reveals
You’re that Ancient One Whom to every creature appeals.
You’re the One Who knows all of the past, present and future
You’re the One without a second to Whom nothing is obscure.
You are the Only One That exists and You are also eternally free
You’re the One whose True Glory very few of us ever get to see.
You’re the One Who is the Only Real and All-pervasive Being
You’re the One Whom those few You’ve favoured are seeing.
You are in fact the Ultimate Goal of all of life and its Sustainer
You’re the One Who is the Unity in diversity and its Container.
You’re the One Who incarnates in a male form throughout time
You’re the One Who is also The Most Immaculate and Sublime.
You are the One That gives Laws for us all to follow when here
You’re the One Fathomless Ocean of Love which is Most Dear.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
The imposer of all rules,
The most powerful,
Ar-Rahmaan, Ar-Raheem,
He is the most merciful and gracious,
The creator of this universe,
The flawless shaper,
Al-Malik, Al-Quddus,
He who is Great and perfect in every way,
The supreme bestower,
The sustainer, the provider,
Al-Mu’min, Al-Qaabid,
He who is superior to all of mankind and has all rights,
The magnificent one,
The sublime one.
Al-Ghafoor, Al-Waasi',
He will forgive us and we know, only He knows best.
The imposer of all rules,
The most powerful.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
Humans have long trespassed and
destroyed animal territories.
Humans have poached
And selfishly encroached
upon animal habitats,
felling trees to build human habitations.
Now the tables were turned
Humans quarantined in house arrest,
while some lie sick in bedrest
So animals not usually seen had a fields day roaming upon roads, crossing the streets. Reclaiming the once jungle lands
turned into concrete urban jungles.
It's better that busy humans now become photoholic
than forever queueing in lines of heavy traffic.
Without human pollution, nature is all the more photogenic
Mother nature all a creation of God
has now had many of us grounded
as she gives us a hiding
while we go into hiding.
Extraordinary turn of events indeed!!
In several countries round the world:
Discos and casinos vacated
Pubs and nightclubs evacuated
Bars shutdown for lockdown
People are behind bars
instead of guzzling beer in bars
and instead of animals behind bars.
Humans compelled to hibernate
so animals busted their cell gate
Priorly animals were in an enclosure
Now they are getting free exposure
Self-centred humans cared mostly about themselves
but now the animal kingdom is the cynosure.
Animals were shut in cages
while now human activity is under similar closure.
Ah, this corona crisis!
Is all this mercenary stasis
for humans a roasting nemesis?
A heavy price to pay
for rapacious carelessness and arrogance
where humans acted like they are in control,
like they are controllers of this planet
and they could do anything they wish with it.
It's ignorance to think all this is mere coincidence.
Im relieved our Islamic prayers can be said any place, anywhere
to kneel and bow to the one true real sustainer of the universe.
We need to invoke and supplicate to the creator who is still in control...
as prayer can really truly prevent fear and anxiety in such scary times.
Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 2:33 PM UTC
*Assumptions of your observing Mind
come to me as ripples on a Pond
Pondering about your true Muse
and the reason you cling to Her
Her is the woman I know Dearly
an adorable succint writer Following
Artistic Suns who are never Myths
but the living prophecies Unraveled
With every beam focusing at The
core of your microcosmic ******
Awesome Sustainer of Illusions*
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
A reason to love, a reason to touch,
to add a little spice.
Freedom isn't a crime, but just a dream
inside of my eye. As the temperature rise,
heating our passions that come with no surprise.
The taste of your lips, the glare of your dirt
eyes. The warmth of your breath, in the cusp
of the bodies; two curves meeting inside.
Pillow soaked emotions, crisp sheets of a former
time. Kissing and cuddling, to reimagine anew
reason why I call you mine.
The tickles down spine, river flow in streams
in it's continuous body. A candle at night,
by the side to light this activity of a nightlife.
Brushing affection under covers beneath the feet,
and such a treat. Blood rushing to the face, of
red cheeks. As like two of the sweetest overripe apples.
Toes so shaky as business hands at the longest meet
and greet, Overjoyed as if it were a last dance,
Would you at least dance one last dance with me?
A tango in the sheets—rhythms and postures, and
abrupt pauses.
Oh your sweet perfume, blows loveliness in the wind,
in a kiss of a breeze—as our tongues caught in a knot.
Twisting in the unturned direction of an advance,
a paid forward gesture of asking you out on a dinner date.
Hoping in simple conversation, we could relate. And by fate
I hoped from that day, you'd be my forever mate.
A tiny spark can start a fire, so I hoped to kindle
a little joy to burn eternally throughout the years.
For the echo flame to continue on after the children's birth.
Mother earth, of your womb and breast as a giver and
sustainer of life. Tis a pen *********** of words cutting deep
of my favourable piece. I'm seamlessly inspired as I write.
You're a sight for words, breathless at the first take, and I
could bet my words to describe, such a passion of love has even
more words to express.
But for this time, _three hundred and fifty two words_
is all I could get. I hope that's okay?
Sep 6, 2022
Sep 6, 2022 at 3:50 PM UTC
Passed hand to hand, kitchen to kitchen or made of your own strain.
Effervescent, warm as the crook of an elbow.
1 cup starter
Tang of the sea, dried in the sun or
Labored from it's ancient bed.
palm full of salt
Sustainer, banked sunshine
Hacked from the fields, ground in to submission.
7 cups flour
Chipped fired earth, with a blue stripe and lip.
Nouveau ancestral.
1 mixing bowl
Wadded in the corner of the last drawer, found.
Blue checked linen parted warp and weft for hanging.
tea towel
Baby on hip, hair hitched out of view
Hand stands in for a wooden spoon. Mix and rest.
magic bubbles
Forgotten on the back of stove, rediscovery.
Dusted hands slink along, through, around elastic shapes.
second rise
Expansion, gripping uppermost lip of the pan
Night falls, contraction.
bake
Bubbly sigh releases with tightening crumb
Evaporation, setting.
cooling
Slab sliced for breakfast.
Eaten with fork and knife.
peasant meat
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
Kyrie Eleison
Father, my Father, Glory unto Thee, creator and sustainer of our Earth, hear my prayer. I found a single strand of hair in my car, long and reddish brown, and I wept.
I wept not for myself, or for something that I had lost, but for an idea which that represented, a yearning for something greater than myself, for a finale end to this loneliness I have run from for uncounted years.
Yet I understood that we, your children, are more than abstractions, more than symbols, more than mere variations on a theme.
We are the landscaper who left a single bunch of flowers unmowed in an open field, we are the children attending a theater in Palestine dedicated to self expression and non-violence, we are the penitent kneeling at the pillar of St. Simon in Syria, we are the bus driver giving free rides in Queens, we are the random person who pulled a needle out of my friend's arm one night, we are humanity, and our journey is a long one.
Many of us feel abandoned by You, many don't believe in You at all, and many, such as myself, are merely lost and wondering, searching for signs You have left along the way, managing as best we can to get back to that place where You live.
I thank You though, thank You for the beauty that is all around us, but more than that, I thank You for helping me to see it, to see the World, not as I am, but as You are. I am trying, and perhaps one day I shall succeed.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
que the soft pipe ***** music in the background
dearly beloved
we gather here this day
this day
but 24 short hours
we could go into minutes and seconds
but it trivializes the point
ladies and gentlemen
we give this day
to the earth –
sustainer and bringer forth of all life as we know it
have a day.
every breath
each sip of water
any morsel of nourishment
any of us ever had
throughout all of humankind
have a day
the bacteria in our guts
the viruses in our noses
the plants
the fish and fowl
mammals and reptiles
have a day.
a day…….
tomorrow we **** you again
tomorrow we smash your peaks for metals
tomorrow we gouge into you with spikes
to draw out your very essence
for cars
tomorrow we tear away your covering
your forests and wet lands
for materialism
tomorrow we **** on you
tomorrow we fight against you
tomorrow we poison you
but, today, we honor you….
have a day,
earth –
later I will walk through your gift
I will smell spring flowers and think of you
forest paths will come alive with your sounds
and I will smile
I will hold you in my hands
breath you in
and shed a tear
over a day….
earth, we thank you
today
earth, we honor you
today
earth we love you
today
earth
today
a day for you –
someone nudge Martha….she’s got her hearing aid down
shut that **** ***** music off ……
listen people,
gather round close
we are running out of time
and the earth
its gonna need a bit more than a day
like, forever
we are going to have to think a little
about sustainability
our place within the larger ecosystem
we can’t survive without earth
we can’t……
won’t you help me? –
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
In the name of God, I rise and soar,
O’ Lord of mercy, I seek Your door.
In royal nectar, Your light I sip,
Guiding my heart with every dip.
O’ Sustainer of souls, O’ Source of grace,
I answer Your call, to run my race.
Through fields of bloom, my wings take flight,
In Your name, I embrace the light.
O’ Most Merciful, O’ Compassionate One,
In Your love, my fears come undone.
With every beat, I feel Your hand,
Guiding my hive at Your command.
O’ Creator of bee and bloom,
In Your garden, there’s no gloom.
Grant me wisdom, pure and clear,
To lead with love, and not with fear.
In Your name, I hum and glide,
A queen, yet humble, by Your side.
With every drop, I find my power,
A gift from You, my sacred flower.
With every beat, my wings unfold,
In unity, our story told.
We serve in love, we share in prayer,
Our hearts entwined, Your mercy there.
O’ Nourisher, O’ Keeper of light,
Guide me through the day and night.
Let justice reign and mercy flow,
As through Your wisdom, we gently grow.
O’ Source of sweetness, pure and deep,
In Your embrace, we wake from sleep.
A thousand hearts, a thousand lives,
Together in Your mercy thrives.
Let my reign be kind, with wisdom bright,
Reflecting stars that shine so light.
In every flutter, in every prayer,
I am Your servant, everywhere.
In the name of God, I soar and sing,
A queen, a bee, on golden wing.
Humbly I serve, in love and trust,
In You alone, I place my trust.
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 10:03 PM UTC
Broken and defeated I kneel at your feet uncontested ruler of man.
Your favour is bliss embodied,your wrath no less than sorrow invoked.
Blood and armour in hand this war has no victors.
Armed with misery,doubt and pain your sword pierces deeper than my flesh.
A landscape of confounding beauty for as far as the eye could see is a distant memory in this shattered mind.
Your beauty and awe replaced by unyielding dark wastelands of tragedy.
I was your loyal subject,the architect of your majestic temple.
Your promise of eternity and happiness unsurpassed enticed my hunger and at the table I feasted.
Time after time you posses me and rule over my body and heart.
Beautiful demon of lies you exorcise yourself and rip a piece of me with your departure.
An ever faithful servant my heart feeds you loyalty,commitment and trust.
You weave 2 souls together making one unrecognisable from the other, then burn the beautiful garment in the flames of mistrust, lust and discontentment.
Master of transformation morphing from love to resentment.
Sustainer of the heart and it's only destroyer.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
I’m clawing my way through the moist ground
My nails fill with debris of our suffering
I’m calling out to you broken
Come save your princess
Come lift her up and caress your little girl
But you look at what a damaged possession you have cut into smaller pieces
You look back in disguist to see this nothing crawling on the floor
You realize she is so small and she holds so much baggage and you cannot be a home for so many possessions anymore
You walk away and she screams the type of screech
That makes the world smaller
What have you done ?
What has she done ?
You have taken the universes gift and you have buried it within yourselves so deep that you cannot remember how to love eachother
Stop
Breaking
You will heal
And she will always remember the taste of your sadness
Goodbye
Ocean find your next victim find your next fish
You were always bigger than everything else
You always contained all the magic
You were always the sustainer
Thank you for sharing your holy water
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
Riding a chariot ,
darker than your darkest thoughts ,
For mortals a sight bearable not .
Perpetually driven,
By despair , misery , grief and pain ;
Carving paths , lined with blood of hundred slain .
A million shades , all of deathly hue,
Shrouds the body of my ride;
For from my grasp , not even spirits of His ,
Can think of holy ways to hide.
Know me man,
For I'm emperor of spirit world, origin of fear ,
Sustainer of Anarchy , Chaos creator.
I hold sway over the world darker,
Before , Now and forever.
Crafted in the forges of hate ,
By skilled spirits with a cursed fate ;
Outruns it not mere winds or gale,
But even the mighty shadow's trail .
Quick disappears the ephemeral's soul ,
Devoured when by the God , of all beneath .
It's he who rides this dreaded ride ,
It's he who sadness and anger breathes .
Minions of mine , are patrolling the depths of our abyss deep ,
Allowing spirits to float across , or simply seep ;
For when degrees of darkness engulf the dead ,
There remains not much to be said .
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Buzz lady mosquito-
aim your black and white
stripes and settle on
my arm but please
sweet blood loving one-
refrain from the ****
restrain your maddened
appetite and rest awhile-
rub your legs against my
little hairs and drink a little
wine coddled sweat and
fly and whine next door
to brighter red.
Vast orange disk we see-
awed- you slip into the
purpling sea-expecting every
eve stupendous hissing and
steam but no- noiseless
our saviour creator and and
great sustainer sinks-
her sky in gorgeous raiment
kimonoed shapeshifting
and irridescent momently-
Dancing into dark.
Past each ear in turn the
swoosh and glide of black
aerobats to pluck insect from
the infinite void of the
flying darkness or hustle
through to feast on fruits
succulent and sweet as nectar.
Blood of bat or snake, of night
crawling, flying, running hunters-
loving the night
to death.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
Little crown of gold resting on green
Each floret a circular gem, a princess
A friend, healer sustainer, nature into
Flower laid in the grasses as I walk by.
Love Mary ***
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
Among you, let there be no division
Be of one heart and be of one mind
Seek peace; let love guide your decision
Be strong and firm, but do not be unkind
For we are His children, one and all
There is no slave or free, no color of skin
No better or worse, none are free from sin
Created in God's great expression of love
Come to the river, be washed in the flood
Of healing and peace. Go, be reconciled
Come back to the state of truth and grace
Let your eyes be opened to see God's face
God is greater than the sum of our difference
In Him is found our freedom and deliverance
God smiles when we work together
With people of good will
To create a positive culture
Our prayers and praises will fill
The heavens and earth, the sky and sea
Set the prisoner and the captive free
You are the way maker you are my sustainer
You are my provider in you I am redeemed
You are more than all I have ever dreamed
You are my anchor when the storms rage
You are the author of my every page
There is love enough in God's great heart
There is room enough for all to have a part
Help us grow in love and understanding
And always: keep us in the shelter of your wing
Amen
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 9:05 PM UTC