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01

Oct

Book: They Stole It But You Must Return It

Book: They Stole It But You Must Return It

30

Sep

New Poem As Promised: #JusPrince #LifeOfAPrince #Poetry

Interpretation Upon Reflection 

Losing one close to thou,
It feels to be a tragedy.
Everyone has a story tell, 
Many live only to tell a mere fraction of theirs.
Death comes as such a warning and reminder, 
It shocks, 
Calling to attention the hind of the neck’s hair.
One mourns during the day, and cries to the Creator
Deep into the night.
Praying for a spacious grave fit for
Allah’s Slaves. 
His Believers.
Death, as a reminder, is many signs interpreted differently to every soul.
Aye, surely,
It is many a chance for thee to 
Correct one’s soul.
Thus, in this life,
One must prepare for the hereafter.
Death is merely a soul’s next chapter.

New Poem As Promised: #JusPrince #LifeOfAPrince #Poetry

Interpretation Upon Reflection

Losing one close to thou,
It feels to be a tragedy.
Everyone has a story tell,
Many live only to tell a mere fraction of theirs.
Death comes as such a warning and reminder,
It shocks,
Calling to attention the hind of the neck’s hair.
One mourns during the day, and cries to the Creator
Deep into the night.
Praying for a spacious grave fit for
Allah’s Slaves.
His Believers.
Death, as a reminder, is many signs interpreted differently to every soul.
Aye, surely,
It is many a chance for thee to
Correct one’s soul.
Thus, in this life,
One must prepare for the hereafter.
Death is merely a soul’s next chapter.

New Poem As Promised: #JusPrince #LifeOfAPrince #Poetry

I Cry

Losing one close to thou,
It feels to be a tragedy.
Everyone has a story tell, 
Many live only to tell a mere fraction of theirs.
Death comes as such a warning and reminder, 
It shocks, 
Calling to attention the hind of the neck’s hair.
One mourns during the day, and cries to the Creator
Deep into the night.
Praying for a spacious grave fit for
Allah’s Slaves. 
His Believers.
Death, as a reminder, is many signs interpreted differently to every soul.
Aye, surely,
It is many a chance for thee to 
Correct one’s soul.
Thus, in this life,
One must prepare for the hereafter.
Death is merely a soul’s next chapter.

New Poem As Promised: #JusPrince #LifeOfAPrince #Poetry

I Cry

Losing one close to thou,
It feels to be a tragedy.
Everyone has a story tell,
Many live only to tell a mere fraction of theirs.
Death comes as such a warning and reminder,
It shocks,
Calling to attention the hind of the neck’s hair.
One mourns during the day, and cries to the Creator
Deep into the night.
Praying for a spacious grave fit for
Allah’s Slaves.
His Believers.
Death, as a reminder, is many signs interpreted differently to every soul.
Aye, surely,
It is many a chance for thee to
Correct one’s soul.
Thus, in this life,
One must prepare for the hereafter.
Death is merely a soul’s next chapter.

And thus comes again the time to forgive and move on with one’s life. #Facts

And thus comes again the time to forgive and move on with one’s life. #Facts

Finality.πŸ˜’πŸ˜ŒπŸ˜š

Finality.πŸ˜’πŸ˜ŒπŸ˜š

29

Sep

New Poem: #JusPrince #LifeOfAPrince #Poetry 

Transparent Poetry

My bones have been cracked. 
My heart broken,
Mind disintegrated. 
My soul is fractured in many places.
Is this not a story?
Will you come around to read my poetry?
For the fracture in my arm,
It is poetry.
The fracture of my femur, 
It is poetry.
My cardiovascular organ has been fractured,
Yet it is still poetry.
It is still a story that I must tell.
It is my love for love.
Poetry expresses my loving to be loved,
Anatomically as well as physiologically 
I desire to be understood and accepted in my entirety. 
You’ll gather the data
These cracks make available so transparently?
Will you not?
My humble brethren,
I ask,
Will you read my poetry? 
For I am 
Poetry.
Accept my willing transparency 
In its entirety.
Enjoy my poetry.

New Poem: #JusPrince #LifeOfAPrince #Poetry

Transparent Poetry

My bones have been cracked.
My heart broken,
Mind disintegrated.
My soul is fractured in many places.
Is this not a story?
Will you come around to read my poetry?
For the fracture in my arm,
It is poetry.
The fracture of my femur,
It is poetry.
My cardiovascular organ has been fractured,
Yet it is still poetry.
It is still a story that I must tell.
It is my love for love.
Poetry expresses my loving to be loved,
Anatomically as well as physiologically
I desire to be understood and accepted in my entirety.
You’ll gather the data
These cracks make available so transparently?
Will you not?
My humble brethren,
I ask,
Will you read my poetry?
For I am
Poetry.
Accept my willing transparency
In its entirety.
Enjoy my poetry.

28

Sep

New Poem: #JusPrince
#LifeOfAPrince
#Poetry 

Searching With Prayer

Why am I stressing so hard?
Why am I so directed in life,
Yet so seriously confused?
Why do I always get upset wen I need my father to be here,
To give me advice my intellectual mind can’t think of,
To teach me what only a father can teach his son?
What makes me over think?
What causes me to stay up late wen I should be getting sleep?
What are these tears for that I see wen I weep?
Where do these feelings come from as I weep?
Where is my stress release button?
Where is my will to pray on disheartening matters?
Subhanallah.
I ask myself through out my day
What makes me matter, and why?
Do I really matter, and to who?
Ya Allah, what makes me feel as though I matter to no one,
When I should believe I matter to You? 
I cannot hear you speak in this life,
My faith makes me hope I will matter in the next life.
I hate confusion, chaos, struggle,
Is these necessary in my hustle?
Does my mind have to be filled with a multitude of bustle?
Why can I not find a way to fill it with nothing, just knowledge,
Is my question? 
Do I need love?
Or do I want to be loved?
Do I need to be affectionate?
Or do I just desire affection?
Am I a wreck?
Why can I not find any direction?
I love my religion, my Lord,
However at many times I believe I’ve failed His testing.
Still, I keep on praying that 
I’ll receive countless blessings.

New Poem: #JusPrince
#LifeOfAPrince
#Poetry

Searching With Prayer

Why am I stressing so hard?
Why am I so directed in life,
Yet so seriously confused?
Why do I always get upset wen I need my father to be here,
To give me advice my intellectual mind can’t think of,
To teach me what only a father can teach his son?
What makes me over think?
What causes me to stay up late wen I should be getting sleep?
What are these tears for that I see wen I weep?
Where do these feelings come from as I weep?
Where is my stress release button?
Where is my will to pray on disheartening matters?
Subhanallah.
I ask myself through out my day
What makes me matter, and why?
Do I really matter, and to who?
Ya Allah, what makes me feel as though I matter to no one,
When I should believe I matter to You?
I cannot hear you speak in this life,
My faith makes me hope I will matter in the next life.
I hate confusion, chaos, struggle,
Is these necessary in my hustle?
Does my mind have to be filled with a multitude of bustle?
Why can I not find a way to fill it with nothing, just knowledge,
Is my question?
Do I need love?
Or do I want to be loved?
Do I need to be affectionate?
Or do I just desire affection?
Am I a wreck?
Why can I not find any direction?
I love my religion, my Lord,
However at many times I believe I’ve failed His testing.
Still, I keep on praying that
I’ll receive countless blessings.

26

Sep

Just gonna relax and write some emotional ass poetry tonightπŸ˜”πŸ‘πŸ‘ŒπŸ™‡β˜πŸ“–βœŒπŸ’―

Just gonna relax and write some emotional ass poetry tonightπŸ˜”πŸ‘πŸ‘ŒπŸ™‡β˜πŸ“–βœŒπŸ’―

22

Sep

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21

Sep

Vote for my goal and help me score tuition from the Dr Pepper Tuition Giveaway.