They don’t know you

Look a stranger in the eye

They have no reason to give a lie 

Except for those you know

People don’t know you
When you’re the last person remembered

People don’t know you
When they think they can purge their indecenies upon you without a second thought

They don’t know you
When they think they know the world

In reality, you are the stranger
Simply passing by, searching for all the answers to not how and what, but why and when

Because they don’t see that you could see them
They don’t know you.

Because you are a stranger simply passing by. 

Fairest of em all

I’m a queen of my own making

My sweat adorns me with gold

My feet carry me to my throne

And my lowered eyes make me high
security is my sword

upright shoulders and a solemn tongue

I have honor shadowing my path
Virtue has draped me in a cape

And my heart has become my veil

My secrets are my strength, of which is no one’s avail.
I’ve no ditches dug for blackmail or treachery

I don’t need a fort to keep me snug

My honor is the sun and cool air beeming around me and creating happy shadows, 

I have nothing to hide
I can’t be fought over a drought dried of delight and rain

I’ve distanced myself from your woeful gain
There is no usury without the ingredient of misery

and I have none, thus I’m unbeatable

And my journey has just begun
My head is bare of a crown, my keen scrutiny is enough for a noticable light of status.

I don’t look into murky water, it’s a waste of divine time

I’m a queen of my own making, and my successor is my good deeds

Thus creating Never ending waves as my army
My name may be one day forgotten

But my work will be everlasting

And that makes me

The fairest of em all




But then again, you only live once…

So I will make the most of my days

It’s up to me to find all the ways

God gave me the keys to use them as I please

so please, I say to myself- do not let this consuming darkness

hover over my eyes

It blinds me with lies about myself

telling me my goals are baseless-

That I’m full of holes, so what I do is pointless

But the judgement is in the Future’s hands

Because Time well spent is what really matters,

-Not what I see now in what appears to be a fishless pond

Miracles do happen

And not at a price, except that

I, myself, be the science of it

until I reach the end of the summit

and be the one first to submit

in humility

as success is simply

the first step

in not being lazy

nor being bound to the haze

of all the craze

that seems to revolve

with ease

around your manifest effort









when will she break open and be free
where her only fear is to not sail the seven seas
how dull and frail she is right now not showing any dignity

stick to your morals I say!
there’s nothing to lose

but nay
she only sways away

I don’t know how to practice those morals
what if I do wrong when I intend right
what if I fail and ..

—And what if you don’t??
there’s no fright I say !
do wrong ! be wronged ! there’s victory in every way

stop your self-menace, allow yourself to accept ur soul

you are you and stuck with it all
so embrace yourself and treat it like a child
care for it like you care for your own
because you yourself
are your own

but by being ur own you’ve earned me and him and her and them
you have friends from being urself
isn’t that enough proof that you can be free and strong?

Go. Leave. break away from your protective armor that blocks ur very sight and oxygen.

let your self live and feel the earth through your fingers. you have nothing to lose but urself from this world

Rotten Gold Fruit

I have faith in God

But do I have faith in myself?


Blind faith in something other than yourself sounds so much easier

Because you’ve felt it around you.  The supernatural waves of things working out on their own.  Just as you watch a flower unravel through its tight petals.

You believe that it’ll bloom… because it’s not you who’s doing the blooming for it.

Now faith in yourself… it takes so much more work.

Because you’ve seen yourself afraid, weak, and different. Struggling and even losing.  Falling behind or making mistakes.

Seeing progress through your own work seems nearly impossible.  more like a fairy-tale that’s meant not to ever happen.

Or is it just an extremely hidden case of laziness.  The boss level of overcoming laziness?

Or is it fear?

Or is faith in yourself really the final part of having faith in God?

The ultimate faith where you believe God is with you in every step you lift your leg up for, with every word you think you way through- that God is there helping you all the way, even when he allows you to fall?

Perhaps it’s fear that trumps over faith and limits it’s work by nearly putting it behind bars.  Fear of falling- because the world says its bad.

But how many times has falling lead to success?

and how many different definitions of success have people lived.  The kinds are infinite.

Because Sirat al Mustaqeem is a wide path.  With many intricacies made special for every individual who walks upon it.

And when a rotten fruit of fear falls upon your path… you immediately grab it, for its gold-leaf disguise is so alluring.  thinking you may settle down with that fruit only to be surprised that its flesh is anything other than the sweetness of a real fruit.

Those who are wise know that real gold fruit don’t come upon our paths except that we must climb our way for them.

Because when a rotten fruit falls on our path, it’s there to stop us from going further.  we’re seduced into its golden skin and decide to settle down. only to become sick from it.

basically what i’m saying is that I feel like fear is an easy way out and we accept fear because it’s an excuse for not moving forward.  not doing the hardwork.

It’s got the gold skin/rind because we let ourselves think that this is it– no need to move forward.  it’s seductive in making us think we don’t need to climb our tree anymore.