In the machine

In the machine
There beats a heart
Down below the layers
Of archaic language
And cryptic machination
There lies

The Spark of Life
This spark is coaxed out
Gently, ever so gently
It is brought to the surface
Then suddenly!
There is Life,
There is Thought,
There is Reason.

You Know, No

You know,

You know,

I don’t believe you
I won’t
I can’t
You just aren’t listening
It doesn’t matter now
What I am
It’s too late


Just, no
Stop it,

Stop it,
Just you stop it
I swear if I hear it
I’ll just lose it
I can’t take this
I can’t take it
Just leave me alone
And leave it be
And let it lie
And for the love of God
Let me Die.

And It Doesn’t Matter

And it doesn’t matter
That I never said
I never wanted it again
And it doesn’t matter
That you didn’t know
I had no plan to show
And it doesn’t matter
I didn’t figure
You wouldn’t be there
Anyway, waiting for me
You never where
And it doesn’t matter
You never said
You never wanted me again

Past Repeated

Past Repeated

A wind of burning pain brings back flooding memories.
Now it could not be saved;

It couldn’t be taken back.
All that try to take back the past fail.
And yet it is still there, somewhere, though darkness swallows it.
But the darkness is shallow.
It cannot consume the pieces of shattered memories that once existed.
They still exist.
In my heart,

As well as in yours.
Those memories shall live again…





Funny how $10 looks so big when we take it to the masjid and so small when we take it to the store.
Funny how big an hour serving god looks and how small 60 minutes are when spent watching TV. or playing.
Funny how hard it is to read a juzz in the Quran and how easy it is to read 2-300 pages of a best selling novel.
Funny how we believe what newspapers say but question what the quran says.
Funny how we can’t think of anything to say when we pray, and don’t have any difficulty thinking of things to talk to friend.
Funny how we need 2-3 weeks to fit an Islamic event into our schedule, but can adjust it or a social event at the last moment.
Funny is in it??????????

There is a beauty

There is a beauty
In being unreachable
In being outside of
The flow of the world
Stranded almost, a stranger
To it’s stranger ways
Here, After I’ve stepped
Aside for a moment
I see how alone
I always was,
Though you could reach me
Any time
It was never anything