Poetry

Hello

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking!
People hearing without listening!!
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

• -Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence

Mama warned me some time ago
Beware of men who words do flow
Straight from their lips like honey’d milk
Out to steal young hearts without a guilt

Then my Baba words big and strong
Swore hell for he who’d do me wrong
Climb highest mount, swim widest sea
He’d catch that fool before too long!

Even Auntie chimed her two cents
Said when he comes yell, “Get thee hence!”
Lest you’ll find y’self doin’ thangs
Like you ain’t got one lick o’ sense

But they don’t understand you like I do
Can’t see that you’re so beautiful
And when I’m in your arms
All their advice don’t mean a thing!

Fish would jump the sea for you
Birds fly backwards, you know it’s true
So just what makes them think
My heart could ever WANT to change?

In your right hand resides the moon
And in your presence even stars do swoon
The passion in your touch
Makes my spirit jump back,shout, and sing!

My heart and soul belong to you
In this world, even the next one, too
What else is there to say?
Your love’s a many-splendored thing

M. Ansari
2014

I never lost love... I lost the wrong people

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After one but before the next,
In a tree where new life writhed and flexed
Two birds emerged to hold the world
And grow from feeble talons curled

But fate see them part that day
As lightning cut their branch away
By winds to distant places sent
Almost as if it all had meant

That though their bloodied wounds would fade,
They'd wonder where their brother lay
For every day from that day on
They'd wait to hear a certain song

In vain, for years, thought one was strong
And one was not, for far too long
Until his bones and thoughts were old,
And feathers burnt and lost and cold

The stronger of the two could see
A distant bird, how weak was he
In drawing near but knowing not,
Just who he was, or why, or what

the stronger talons tore at flesh
And stripped away that feathered mess
And all without a sound or cry,
Or even ever knowing why

Yet as the sun began to sink
He seemed to sense, he seemed to think
That soon his brother might appear
From somewhere close, from somewhere near
Convinced this was his brother's fate,
Above his corpse, he sat... to wait 💔

-In Parting

This old poem from 15+ years ago popped up on my memories!

You don’t need to “check in” on me at random bursts of availability after you’ve exhausted all your sources of superficial love and attention…

I didn’t lose you.
You lost me.

You’ll search for me inside everyone you’re with, and I won’t be found.

When you push me away, you’ll never find me where you left me.

I love my lil bubbly pumpkin 🥰

The Revolution Will Not Be Socialized- Sharrif Simmons

Word.

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