“Moonchild, your glow was too bright for my eyes made dull by the sorrows of this world”
“What are my eyes worth if they don’t lay upon you?” ~ Amir Sulaiman
“I am a traveller between the womb of a woman and the womb of the earth” ~ Amir Sulaiman
“Of course fear makes men do strange things. Of course fear makes men strange fruit” ~ Amir Sulaiman
“If under the night you get caught in the cold
With the hundreds of lights that were torn from the mold
And can’t muster the might to find morsels of code
Know the honey in life is sourced in the soul” ~Tariq Touré
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Cascading fabric a lifeline coiled floating from a cloud, knotted to the rope of Allah. A barrier- strange refuge, a hushed memory of who I was, before sudden birth. Ethereal recognition was the day I looked in the mirror draped in a starless sky. Foreign yet familiar, something shifting , stopping my heart and so startling my breath from a dimension I couldn’t perceive. Maybe, one day I’ll articulate it?
Fibres of the deceased, sewn into sacred cloth, I remember them as I walk, the swish- their tired hymn. Step on you, tug at you, intertwined with you, white knuckled grip, because you are life. In a dream state I walk through Tottenham Court Road. Home at last, return
Almost kindled to a flame
Forging a path
And so lighting up the forest
Nearly who I am supposed to be
Closer to being polished
on the teeth of the form reality has taken
clay can only hold for so long
Add water and spin yourself
don’t dry out
Pass through quickly
soon you will come to know
when destiny decrees the day
tired clay cracks, relinquishes
and eternity begins.
“Fear is the cheapest room in the house, I would like to see you living in better conditions”