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