Sleeping

Sleeping,
Sleeping,
Sleeping,
Sleeping,
In the place of her body,

In the indent,

So that I may feel close,

Close to her because....

She is away,
Faraway,
and I am not.

Sleeping,
Sleeping,
Sleeping,
With the stuffed animals,
With our boys.

Waiting for her return,

with stuffed animals,
with our boys.


©2018 Abdul Batin Bey

Mind is Mind

 In my mind I draw circles,

In my mind I draw stars,

In my mind I travel destinations,

In my mind I create constellations,

In my mind I am immortal,

In my mind I'm ready to die,

In my mind I am the ocean,

In my mind I am the kneeling space.

My mind,

My mind,

a gift to behold,

a link to the Creator.

The mind is eternal,

forever it'll continue,

even after all the little minds quiet,

The One Mind will exist on and on.

All is Mind

All is Mind

© Abdul Batin Bey, 2018

Chipped Tooth Meditation

Hours float by like dust,
vanishing before we catch sight,
of the moment.

We are merely dust,
vanishing before we catch sight,
the precious moments.

Live and love before it's too late,
or else watch it all vanish,
into the nothingness from whence it came.


©2017 Abdul Batin Bey

Special Friend

Looking up at the stars,
Feeling the cool breeze,
My life flashing inside my mind.

Wishing you were near me,
Saying something silly,
Giving me a reason to smile.

It's not warn in California,
I'm blessed to have known ya,
I'm blessed every second we spend.

I'll share all my wine,
Give you all my time,
Do anything to make you smile.

Am I only dreaming?
Is our love breaking?
Or is it simply taking form?

I love you today,

I love you every day,

Even when I give up the ghost.

I love you now,

Loved you yesterday,

Love you for all time.

I know it's not easy,
Signals are all busy,
No one stops to unwind.

Getting lost in confusion,
Accepting false Illusion,
Turning into someone new.

I'm sorry for my anger,
Sorry for being a stranger,
I didn't mean to crawl in my mind.

My hearts not made of stone,
I should of showed you sooner,
I should have captured the sun.

I love you today,

I love you everyday,

Even when I give up the ghost.

Love you now,

Loved you yesterday

Love you for all time.

Let's go sit in a cafe,
People watch like the old days
Invincible as love

Let's go sit in a cafe- I'll share all my wine
People watch like the old days- I'll give you all my time
Invincible as love.

Let's go sit in a cafe- I'll share all my wine
People watch like the old days- I'll give you all my time
Invincible as love.

I love you today,

Loved you yesterday,

Love you everyday,

Even when I give up the ghost.

Even when I give up the Ghost.



©2017 Abdul Batin Bey

Reflections at 8:12 A.M. (Sunday Morning)

The day is about to break,

First clearing of the morning,

The final call of the tittering bats,
The first yawn of a mother bird.

I'll never see the sun appear,

From this exact angle,

Bags packed for leaving,
Mind packed with memories.

Kittens are tucked asleep,

One last sip from the beautiful shore,

Oak is the door that closes tight,
Tinge is the door that opens.

In love I came to this place,

In peace I leave this space,

Truth lingers in the air akin to smoke,
Beauty fills the nose with cinnamon gold.

I'll never see the moon again,

Not from this exact angle,

Josh says its time to move-on,

God Justice tells me so,

Oak is the door that closes tight,
Mind is the door that stands on hinges.

Mind is the door that stands on hinges.



©2017 Abdul Batin Osman Bey

A Grey filled Moment....

I sit and I,

Listen to the dull echos of a,

Long lost national parade with a,

Forgotten princess singing her,

mournful melody.

©2017 Abdul Batin Bey

Poetry Can never Die

Poetry Never Dies-

It lives on and on,

leaping from,

One augmented mind to another,

leaving a long trail of-

tears and words and glorious raptures,

tears and words and addicts,

substance,

muse,

they manifest into beauty,

manifest into something ugly,

they become what is deep within.

Poetry Never Dies-

Eternally existing as a,

churning the brain,

vibrating the monkey box,

strange sounds turn into wonder,

primitive grunts into artistic expressions,

of God,

of Love,

of the mysteries of being human.

Don't slander yourself,

thinking that poetry is dead.

Don't limit yourself,

into boxes of good or bad,

or Dada,

or Classical,

or Nerf balls on a tin can.

Expression is a thing,

everyone, everything, can and does,

every sentence is art in motion,

every idea is a revelation.

Poetry can never die-

It is the Chaos of Order,

the bountiful and the bleakness,

It is a living soul,

sharing itself with other souls,

allow we flesh to peak behind,

beyond,

through,

the veil of the Holies of Holies,

Poetry can never die-

It reveals to us what we,

dare not speak,

that is of our own inner,

Divinity

divinity,

DIVINITY!!!

Poetry can never die

Never Die

It is the eye,

that allows us,

to see,

the I n I.

©2017 Abdul Batin Bey