Love, Always
sweeter than his musk smelled, was the closeness that allowed me the proximity to smell his sweetness.
sweet usually signifying taste-
but with him:
all I needed was one good breeze…
windstrokes sending his scent my way
so strong-
sent breath away
and brought
water to mouth
in a way
that only
sweet tasting smell
can.
woke up
because the
silence of sleep,
was too loud
for my soul
to bear.
woke up
to wash
so I could
enter into
the only
conversation
worth having.
woke up
to wake up
from hours
of my soul
wandering
a world
where
I wear thin on
my own nerves-
where I weigh less
in my own worth.
woke up
to alleviate
my aversion
to death and
her smaller sister-
because of how
desperately
I am avoiding
the reality of
how sisterly near
in proximity to me
they are.
woke up
because
the silence
of sleep,
a disconnect
too steep-
was what
kept me
captive-
woke up
because i needed to speak to You.
banished the sister of sleep
because i need more time
to decipher Your signs.
May He make the last of our actions, the best of our actions.
in that first moment of world beyond belly, I want to know You like You make baby know it needs to breathe
I reject barely because that is the burden my back bears already!
I beseech You for a bond that is unbreakable-
a knowledge of You that is unshakable
I want to know You like Your friend’s know Your secrets
I want to know Your friends!
become bewildered by You- from their knowledge of Your secrets
I want to sincerely submit
rather than succumb
because I am just so overcome
to find at times that You are that Ultimate One
I want to know You in an uncontingent way
I want to feel You in that forehead to the floor five times a day way
I want to forget the falsehoods I’ve been fed
I want to be free in You
because I just know….I just know
that to know You
is to free me of me
I want to know You forever without forgetting for a second
because I cant lose a moment
because I don’t know how much of Your time I have been lent
l e a n i n t o m e
l e a n i n t o m e
l e a n i n t o m e
l e a n i n t o m e
l e a n i n t o m e
l e a n i n t o m e
lean into me
“and through the pedagogy (some say indoctrination) of their choosing-
they kept the hegemonic structure hierarchically in their favor-
bound to the capital that only they could own and so we became
a society obsessed with education that costs capital (social and financial) but
does not pay in property.
irony.”
“Property, in its present form, is based on the antagonism of capital and wage-labour. Let us examine both sides of this antagonism. To be a capitalist, is to have not only a purely personal, but a social status in production. Capital is a collective product, and only by the united action of many members, nay, in the last resort, only by the united action of all members of society, can it be set in motion. Capital is, therefore, not a personal, it is a social power.”
“The [rich], wherever [they have] got the upper hand, [have] put an end to all feudal, patriarchal, idyllic relations. [They have] pitilessly torn asunder the motley feudal ties that bound man to his “natural superiors,” and [have] left remaining no other nexus between man and man than naked self-interest, than callous “cash payment.”” (Marx)
there is a longing
in my mind’s body
that permeates
through into
my core
::limbs ache::
pleading
&
praying
for a sight of him (s)
hymns of complaint
pass from lips
wet from praise
and prayers on
him (s)
humming my soundtrack:
“talama ashku gharami”
this obsessive love:
oppressing my regular breath
gaahh sssp iiihng
at the thought
of seeing him (s)
Dear God-
Good God-
my Creator-
my Sustainer-
I complain to You,
As if You are not the One who maintains my health-
the One who regulates my breath.
I submit myself as your willing slave.
I submit to serve
And in serving-
I know I am only doing myself service.
what kind of slave
is allowed to complain
to their Master?
and then be rewarded for establishing
this conversation full of complaint!
I complain because I fear not having the capacity
to know You.
because to know You-
is complete contentment.
I complain of my guilty complacency
this vacancy within me-
:::eminent arrogance:::
that is stagnant in service
Because until I serve like I say I will
I won’t know how not to complain.
Help me to truly become enslaved.
Please.
