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

Drake un-coned part Two (because part one got deleted)

I feel so... empty
lost in my own,
inner abyss,
bleak skies match,
teary eyes,
hitting road block after road block,
stuck at a perpetual dead end.

Six feet down,
grey clouds block,
only light that may,
pierce through into,
my ever aching heart.

Betrayed myself,
betrayed love,
stuck beneath the price,
I can slam the tide,
until I'm worn,
drowned in my self.

This door is closing,
an empty room awaits,
where I will rest,
slip into a world of,
fantastic fantasy because,
reality is too cold for my,
sensitivities.

In that empty room,
my dreams will keep me warm.

In that empty room,
my dreams will keep me warm.

©2017 Abdul Batin Bey

Manchester: Don't get use to it

   In light of recent events that have taking place in the Britain with the terrorist attack I have to say that I’m shocked at some of the British News Casters and even some of there political leaders who are telling the people that they’ll “just gave to get use to it.” Use to terrorism, use to having children killed, use to living in constant fear. I don’t see how any person part of any society can actually offer that as a solution. If these people really feel that way then they are just as much part of the problem as these terrorists are.

  Every culture has the right to protect itself from annihilation, every culture that includes Europeans. The idea or concept that some people feel contrary or they feel that their culture is not worth saving is one that seems to be probing the minds of many of the youth. It’s ok to have dreams of a borderless, moneyless society but this does not mean you should sacrifice that you are in order to achieve Utopia. If anything you should preserve your own uniqueness while also taking steps to assure that the entire world is on an equal footing. What is happening now is a direct affront to the open world utopian dream that many in Europe and the U.S. seem to want to create. This is a challenge to that dream and if you do nothing but allow these elements to do this sort of petty childishness then your dream, hopes for the future mean nothing because you have condemned the future to misery.

   In my opinion it’s high time that the governments of the world ban together and take car of this problem ounce and for all. Ignoring it wont help the solution that’s a form of condoning. Saying words of sympathy is not enough anymore the people deserve better. These problems are not new they have been around since WW1 but they have never been properly dealt with its time to deal with them or as so many suggest simply live in fear.

  The solution will either come from the government or the people themselves.

  To all the people in Manchester don’t lose hope or sight of what’s really important that life is a beautiful thing to behold and that fear is not an option. If Boston Massachusetts can overcome such tragedy so too can you. You are all in my thoughts and prayers.

©2017 Abdul Batin Osman Bey

Chardonnay Bird

I never meant to make you-

Feel less than Beautiful.

I never meant to make you-

Feel less than a Queen.

No excuses do I have-

Cage is open-

You're free to fly

©2017 Abdul Batin Bey

Rain Clouds on 280 Main Street

Today is the day,

The young rose became boxed,

The bee no longer buzzed.

Neatly ribboned words,

In neatly stacked boxes,

Additions will not be made.

Angels give a sigh,

Sky sheds a tear,

When a poet dies,

A taste of magic is lost,

Leaving steel on the tongue,

When a poet dies,

The earth rotates slower,

Beauty blooms less,

Today is the day,

That a poet died,

Closed off from the wider world,

Limitless expressions poured forth.

Rest today and forever,

Young Emily,

Poet of the poetless,

Rest today and forever,

Young Emily,

Never known now well known.

Gentle is the rain,

Moody are the leaves,

Mourning the Morning,

On the dearly departed breeze.

©2017 Abdul Batin Bey

School End Divorce

Now that the dust has settled,

On the dust and gray,

All that continues,

Is a ringless finger.

©2017 Abdul Batin Osman Bey

Things about Worcester County Massachusetts (A short Rant)

     I’ve moved out to Worcester a few years ago and in that time I’ve noticed some weird and funny things. The first thing that is strange is that when you so good-morning most people answer with a “Yes, I’m fine” which isn’t the proper response and when you point that out to them they get a bit hesitant but eventually acknowledge that they are incorrect. The second thing is they treat retail workers like utter shit but still expect to get helped when they need it. When they do get help the second they no longer need that person they go right back to being pricks. By treating them bad I mean they naysay the workers, talk in condescending tones, have no respect for the workers what so ever. It’s as if everyone in the Worcester County area really believes they are owed something. Especially the women, most of them have an attitude a mile long and it starts as soon as they hit nineteen. The amount of disrespect women has not only for other people but even with their own families they seem to have a great disrespect. Women of all colors in the Worcester County area have the worst attitudes then I’ve ever seen. It’s as if they can’t shut off the cattiness, as if they always have to prove themselves to be the mega bitch over and over again.

            The few good people, decent people, and normal people I’ve met in this area I can literally count on one hand. I just wonder why people in this area choose to live in just an ill-mannered way. This is coming from a project guy. The amount of rudeness, daily disrespect has never ceased to amaze me.

            That’s my little rant.

©Abdul Batin Bey 2017

Poem in the rough

I did I could
to make it work

Left a good paying job-for you
Worked many hours-for you
Spent life savings-for you
Degraded myself-for you

You're working friends never agreed
about our meeting.
You a high school teacher with a Masters
Me uneducated working stiff
They planted seeds of division, you allowed
I've been suffering ever since.

Now you're leaving because
You think you deserve unearned,
Always caring about what others think
Nothing matters but perception
You drove us to divorce but
Don't want to take the blame

Resent me?
How can you resent me?
I gave you my heart, my money, my body, my soul,
and you took, and you took, and you took,
Until nothing was left but an empty vile shell

You're telling all our news
to everyone you meet
Attention is an addiction
You crave the pity poor me seat.

Why won't you get the papers signed?
Feeling frustrated welcome to the club.

Stop holding up the inevitable
Sign the dotted lines so that we both
can be free from one another.

So we both can be free from one another.

©Abdul Batin Bey 2017

It's a new year, and we so far we've all made it. Hope everyone is safe and having fun in this wonderful game we call life. So far I can't complain too much have a new job, renewed outlook on the wonders of existence and lots of poetry to unleash. Will be posting soon, very soon.