People wish to be poets more than they wish to write poetry, and that's a mistake ...
One should wish to celebrate more than one wishes to be celebrated ...


- (Lucille Clifton)

sick-a-tating ...

He folded his fear into a perfect rose ...
He held it out in the palm of his hand ...
She took it from him and put it in her hair ...

(Arundhati Roy)

Keep It Real ...

Feelin' this jam ...

COEXIST ...

‎O God,
Whenever I listen to the voice of anything You have made ...
The rustling of the trees ...
The trickling of water ...
The cries of birds ...
The flickering of shadow ...
The roar of the wind ...
The song of the thunder ...

I hear it saying:
God is One! Nothing can be compared with God!




~ Rabi'a

Her Tears ... by Jafar Alam

Her tear filled eyes, were locked on his face
At that moment, hatred boiled within her

As she said to herself:

Why didn't I strangle you,
While you were gently hurting me ?




- (Almond Eyes Hears The Dove's Cries, pg. 135)

Caged Dove ... by Jafar Alam

Hey you,

Is your job only prayer and praise,
Or is there something that is washed up between them ...
A dove, that at dawns rising,
Is dead against the bars of its cage?




- (Almond Eyes Hears The Dove's Cries, pg. 142)

In The Arms Of Midnight ... By Jafar Alam

Chocolate girl

Your hair looks
Un-beweaveable

Don't give up on tomorrow
It's already praisin'
Today

You aint a regular
Earth dweller

Sweet heart
There's only one caste system ...
That's the human race

And Karma

She's a trip

She's got their names
In her book

You deserve a love
That makes you a priority
Not an option hun

Don't run away from your problems
Lest you start avoiding mirrors

Chocolate girl

You're the realist fairytale

Don't try explaining yourself
To them

How you explain sunshine
To a blind man?

You are the joy of the world

Yeeeeup!

So act like it

Gwan!
Gwan!

Don't be some fool
Baby mama

Boilin' milk over a stove
With lost dreams

These boys
These days

They be fallin' in love
Without love

Don't be so consumed
With the world around you
That you neglect the world
Within you

Start your journey

If they ask for you

Tell em

They can find you
Waiting in the dimple of a moon
In the arms of midnight

Dancing
To the whistle

Of the wind (c)

(Almond Eyes Hears The Dove's Cries, pg. 17)

People who talk about revolution and class struggle without referring explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love and what is positive in the refusal of constraints, such people have a corpse in their mouth


-Raoul Vaneigem

FOR ALL WOMEN ...

Chills shook thru me ... I recognize the moment where her words truly transcended a moment ...

Love this song ...