Kun Faya Kun

The one who knows.

The one who is modest

But I have to tell you, the name is too small.

It never covered the half of what you were.

You taught me things that were never on the syllabus.

How to sit still with a hard question.

How to let silence finish its own sentence.

How to be corrected and not crumble,

only grow.

And now the room is the same,

but the air has forgotten your voice.

The chair is still there.

The light still comes through the window

at the hour you used to arrive,

and I look up

like a fool

like a flower

like someone whose body hasn't received the news.

Missing you is not loud.

It's not a storm.

It's small things.

It's reaching for a question

and remembering you were the answer.

It's a sentence half-written

waiting for your red pen

to tell me I was almost there.

They say distance is just a number.

They lie.

Distance is a language,

and I am still learning to speak it.

But hear me, Ustadha:

what you planted did not leave with you.

It's in my hands when I work.

It's in my voice when I'm unsure.

Every time I stand up straight in a hard moment,

that's you.

Still teaching.

Still here.

So I will say your name the way it was meant to be said,

with respect, with ache, with gratitude,

and let it carry what I haven't been able to say:

Class is not over. 

hEiCH. 

Ustadha, “The Door Between Us”

We were galaxies in collision— two stars who knew fire, but not the cost of burning. We said goodbye like architects of our own silence, each believing the other would knock once the dust settled. But time… Time is a clever thief. It steals the courage you once had to say, “I miss you.” Now we move through separate suns, our shadows still touching in places we’ll never admit. I write you in dreams. I fold unsent letters in my chest where your name still echoes like a psalm too sacred to speak aloud. You see, we loved like prophets— but pride is louder than prophecy. And so we linger on the edge of old doorways, palms hovering inches from the handle, but hearts… hearts too haunted to turn it. Not because we don’t care— but because we care too much to bleed again. So we wait. Two ghosts in daylight passing through memories, each hoping the other might be the brave one. HEicH

An Ocean Without Shore~ ustadha

Radiance from shore, take some away, bring fresh sand from lands far, let's play, Sands of time, they grind and chime, stories deep, ain't just a rhyme. From desert dunes to coastal spray, These grains got secrets, they don't betray. They hustle, bustle, on the move, Whispering tales, in their grooves they groove. They don't just tumble, shift, and swirl, They're global travelers, make your head whirl. From pyramids high to a tropic shore, Sands bring vibes from lands galore. They sling memories, oh so sly, In each tiny speck, you can't deny. Two worlds colliding, in every grain, A history, a legacy, ain't that plain? So, when they drop on your favorite beach, Know they're more than just within reach. Sands of time, they don't just stand, They're the beat, the flow, in this world band. In every step, they got stories to pour, In their rhythmic dance, they just implore.

hEicH

desert dust

Our opponent has the more uses for nooses,

He is calculated, brutal, ruthless

Yet the people are blind, clueless

Sulaiman said, A draw is a win for Losers,

One must learn to maneuver with the inconspicuousness of a peasant and the mind of a ruler.

Hatta Frasha

The following ain't no lie, I would hold you close, look into your eyes,
Leave you in a phase, no chance to lower your gaze,
I will traverse your mind,
See what's inside,
Clear to tell you're one of a kind,
Coz its like you are the Center between where my future and my past is,
Throwing my world off it's axis,.

hEicH

Bleed Jewel black

I sit back and bleed black into my journal of verses
It all began in the blackest blackness
She spins my world off its axis
She is either a maiden from paradise,  or a wonderful a wonderful actress.
The way our love burns through the mattress,
Out of the blackness,
Like a phoenix rising from its ashes,
Her soul is a universe,  and a body an Atlas
Just by the snap of her fingers, or the tweek of her eye lashes,
I would cross the seven seas forward and backwards,
She said the future is as far as the past is,
And the present is presented as is,
And the present is Jahs's so you can only present yourself as his.
Be abound in his bliss

Heich

Live the life you love, Love the life you live,

“There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars 

Osiepna

An empress such as as you deserves a crown, always a pretty face, never a frown. Stuck in your love, let me drown.

Never a thought to make you want, never loose ur respect, perspective still, livity please. I I see You as true, clear heart, sky blue, clean like the morning due, me love how

Blow as so, gyal a nice so , ask me her name I say .....she know

HEicH

Love and dust

Conscious flow, stand for true,they ask how I tell em for shoooo, maybe a pause, but never let go,karne nane bado nitasema the same ,nothing left no blame. the lips can't chase the words, so the same birds can't blame the wings for fly, life is but the roll of a dice,play what u got,battles fought battles lost, last ting me know is abundance, before that is love .......and dust

HEicH

She got me inna Grip

I miss u anytime ur away, such as the ground misses rain in january I dare say,
You got me heart gripped, ur sweet essence every time I wanna take a sip

The same thing that pulls the moth to the light, is the same same thing that pulls the heart so tight..... The love of love, the wings of doves, ...... The option to love......

But still we just two souls flirting in the gentle night, the mood jus right, wings that could take flight, a dreamy future so we hold on to the present for it is a gift.

So see Esh got me in a twist, her passionate roots me can't resist, her craving still persists, a longing so deep, anything I would do for just one sip, see Esh got me in a twist

Words ooze out, thoughts never shared, memories still hearts paired, in life's full glare we demand our piece, our moment, our place, for we belong, we matter, the moment we sieze, for when am with u am at peace

To think of another gives life meaning, to know that another matters, tells me am alive, to true that without her how did I survive, my heart stops,her touch revives, whatever life brings lord knows I will survive, see Esh got me in her grip , her essence I take a sip

HEicH

By a scribbled name

The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,
And famine grew, and locusts came;
Great is the hand that holds dominion over
Man by a scribbled name.

The hand that signed the paper felled the city
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death.

The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,
The finger joints are cramped with chalk;
A goose's quill has put an end to murder
That put an end to talk.

The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wound nor pat the brow;
A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;
Hands have no tears to flow.

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Pepe Blessings

May you always have walls for the winds,
a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire,
laughter to cheer you, those you love near you,
and all your heart might desire.

May St. Patrick guard you wherever you go,
and guide you in whatever you do--
and may his loving protection be a blessing to you always.

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

May you have love that never ends,
lots of money, and lots of friends.
Health be yours, whatever you do,
and may God send many blessings to you!

May the sun shine, all day long,
everything go right, and nothing wrong.
May those you love bring love back to you,
and may all the wishes you wish come true!

May you have:
A world of wishes at your command.
God and his angels close to hand.
Friends and family their love impart,
and Irish blessings in your heart!

May you alway walk in sunshine.
May you never want for more.
May angels rest their wings right beside your door.

May God grant you many years to live,
For sure he must be knowing.
The earth has angels all too few.
And heaven is overflowing.

May you have the hindsight to know where you've been
the foresight to know where you're going
and the insight to know when you're going too far.

May God grant you always...
A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you.

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
a full moon on a dark night,
and the road downhill all the way to your door.

May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light.
May good luck pursue you each morning and night.

For each petal on the shamrock.
This brings a wish your way
Good health, good luck, and happiness
For today and every day.

May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

May peace and plenty be the first,
To lift the latch to your door.
And happiness be guided to your home,
By the candle of Christmas.

May the embers from the open hearth warm your hands,
May the sun's rays from the Irish sky warm your face,
May the children's bright smiles warm your heart,
May the everlasting love I give you warm your soul.

May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks,
May your heart be as light as a song,
May each day bring you bright, happy hours,
That stay with you all the year long.

Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter.
Lullabies, dreams and love ever after.
A thousand welcomes when anyone comes...
That's the Irish for You!

May the good saints protect you,
And bless you today.
And may troubles ignore you,
Each step of the way.

May joy and peace surround you,
Contentment latch your door,
And happiness be with you now,
And bless you evermore.

May the saint protect ye-
An' sorrow neglect ye, 
An' bad luck to the one
That doesn't respect ye
t' all that belong to ye, 
An long life t' yer honor-
That's the end of my song t' ye!

May good luck be your friend
IN whatever you do.
And may trouble be always
A stranger to you.

May your blessings outnumber
The Shamrocks that grow.
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.

These things, I warmly wish for you-
Someone to love, some work to do,
A bit of o' sun, a bit o' cheer.
And a guardian angel always near.

Whenever there is happiness
Hope you'll be there too,
Wherever there are friendly smiles
Hope they'll smile on you,
Whenever there is sunshine,
Hope it shine especially for you to make each day
for you as bright as it can be.

May your troubles be less,
And your blessing be more.
And nothing but happiness,
Come through your door.

May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus too,
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you.

Lucky stars above you,
Sunshine on your way,
Many friends to love you,
Joy in work and play-
Laughter to outweigh each care,
In your heart a song-
And gladness waiting everywhere
All your whole life long!

When the first light of sun-
Bless you.
When the long day is done-
Bless you.
In your smiles and your tears-
Bless you.
Through each day of your years-
Bless you.

May the raindrops fall lightly on your brow.
May the soft winds freshen your spirit.
May the sunshine brighten your heart
May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you.
And may God enfold you in the mantle of His love.

He who loses money, loses much;
He who loses a friend, loses more;
He who loses faith, loses all.

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The Catcher in Rye

“She was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands
with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have
to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they'd
bore you or something. Jane was different. We'd get into a goddam
movie or something, and right away we'd start holding hands, and we
wouldn't quit till the movie was over. And without changing the
position or making a big deal out of it. You never even worried, with
Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were
happy. You really were.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

All Along

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.”
― Rumi

The Light Within The Dark

he who circumscribes the diameter of your thinking,
controls the circumference of your living......

check yourself,
Are you satisfied and the life your living
you sure tis God you're serving?

who made ol these rules,
wats the purpose of ol these schools?

now they say we need mo lawyers and doctors,
true
but we also need more sons like Walter Rodney
too
mo revolutionist and revolutions whatever their form,
soon

water the dreams of our sons, let them believe wat we preach,
lest they figure we can't teach them manhood so they take to the streets,
find their piece through raising the heat....
we will rest them in peace
as we bury them six feet deep

and the wine press shall be empty, none to serve
and the grinder shall be still, the wheel none to swerve
the silver cord shall break at half
and the cloaked man shall read his verse
for we shall have seen the black hearse
and the bloodied sky shall wet the earth
and every breathe we take shall be one closer to our last
then we will know time has come to pass

and we shall awaken,
our transgressions shaken,
and the sons shall be raised
and the generation praised,
not for not being broken,
but rising above it, towards the word that was spoken,
a great word born to last,
for bringing back the wisdom of the past
for being the continents greatest art,
for being the light that is within the dark.

heich.

Paint you pink

What we is ,
        Not what we not,
What we see ,
         Not what we thought,
Cruel reality,
         Swindling what we bought,

What we give,
        Suffices what we receive,
The air we breath,
        In gloom we sink,
A cancerous need,
        I paint you pink,
And to think,
What I see,  ain’t what it be
Tha purple haze…….,
Destined to carry me away

                        heich

Ballad to Soul

What we is, what we be
Secrets shared between you and me
Dreamy future, what we used to see,
Better if, we’d stuck to reality.

What we thought,
For thirty talents, sold n bought,
Our soul’s n minds, confusion lost
From cruel reality, lessons taught
You and me,
Rebels without a cause,
Battles fought
What we fought for,
Up until now,
For what? we know not
But I guess in this battle fields, tis we, we sought
In pursuit of what we are and what we are not.

Back then,
All we had, we had to give,
Free spirits still, regardless of what we receive
But now see,
Every action conceived,
Like your every action is out to deceive,
With every action I come closer to being bereaved.
Benefit of hindsight, this I didn’t perceive,
That you would be to me, a cancerous need,
A need from which I yearn to be free,
A victim or an advocate, of vanity n greed?
You see it all started with a single seed
A rolling turmoil ever since,
A single vice never suffice,
Hollows the inside before raising the surface.

Gone with half a life, the rest so cold,
True story hushly told
This a ballad to my soul

heich
knowledge of self be the first castle.......

Symptoms za Freedom

The
world

 is hollow yet it's full of crap, prepare to gamble.
I give you a handful of chips
tips on what's to come.
av cried a ton of tears,
drunk a tons of beer.
It's fun and fears
but learn to persevere throughout the years,
kept my ears open, eyes looking mouth locked.
Don't rock the boat- if you can't swim,
nobody may be there with a limb to lend,
a truth painful; yet unbend
too much church got them saying we need a modern day Moses.
new testament in hand, written in the blood of coming generations

But the leaders are scheemers and posers
what we need us is some soldiers
It's a post coloial generation.
the anger in a nation,
got the writing on the wall so clear that I can taste it.
Like a kid sniffin' glue somewhere tryin' escape it,
cause we vulnerable and naked got to show them
we can
we will make it

To Chi and Beyond

Maybe am afraid It'll spit fire
In this hearts streets and illuminate like night

Or perhaps spit water
Into these barren womb and give life
now see the things that pulls the heart to fight
Is the same things that pulls a human being to the light:
The love of love
A means to cope

They say that love will come
Like a whisper in the night
yet perhaps we shall see love come
through the pen when we write
In the pain that we bleed
perhaps in things that we read
And the things we recite

So I try to inhale her dreams and exhale hope
my man told me either she  feel it or don't
So all you want, you can inhale her dreams and exhale hope
But you better also treat her right and understand what she wants

"The most high will not change the persons condition,Until the person changes the condition that's in themselves,"

In short, empress believe, I won't falter
Steady as island rock
Swift traversin' waters
Verses  authored,

I offer
As a solemn sacrifice upon her altar
In order to alter
The current conditions
make we better lovers, better Sons and better Fathers

Because we are caught in a culture
Of defeatism, worshipping victims and martyrs
empress divine we are not victims but victors
If we but witness or honor
your brilliance, your resilience and for sure your beauty is farther
with or without the don chici, fendi, Gucci and Prada

thoughts of loosing you got me shook in a trauma
heart in terror that supercedes Al Qaeda and Osama
palms sweaty damm Karma
moist lips damm mama
like in a dream
But we caught in a coma
Sleep

so see you came to me
Like a whisper in the night
But if you're awake, you'll hear it
through the pen when we write
In the pain that we bleed
In the things we recite
love will come
Like a whisper in the night
Being awake, I've learned
Is the essence of life

Bismillah ir Rahman ir Rahim

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