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
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Showing posts with label Abdul Batin Bey. Show all posts
Thursday, February 22, 2018
Monday, August 14, 2017
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 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.
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.
Even when I give up the Ghost.
©2017 Abdul Batin Bey
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.
©2017 Abdul Batin Bey
Sunday, July 2, 2017
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
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
Thursday, June 29, 2017
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
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
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
Thursday, June 8, 2017
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
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
Wednesday, February 15, 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
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
Friday, December 16, 2016
Brady's Basil Preparation
It is for the Libration,
of mind and of
spirit that I
write.
It is for absolute freedom,
of religious fever,
sit in silent
room.
Even as the walls tumble,
divorce on the
horizon I still
write.
It is for my own sanity that I continue
to push my own mental, physical boundaries,
etching out my life in green and red flannel,
skipping meals but never skipping tea and coffee.
Pushing myself to get to the other side of that
plastic wall we have build for ourselves in order
to keep ourselves shielded from utmost reality that
we wont be flesh forever, our moments are sacred
and the journey has only started.
I live my life true to myself because to do otherwise
would be death of the self and I
am not ready to die just yet.
Allow me to give up your cereal conformity so that I may soar,
inspire others, to soar, so that we can all soar together,
smooth silky sativa sheets blowing in the echoing wind
free of all restrictions.
Heaven is the place you call bliss and Hell is the place you call torment.
It's all state of being.
Be in the place you wish to be.
Who cares what mom and pops,
sister and brother,
have to say,
at the end of it all its your existence,
your precious hours- so fill them,
Fill them with Love and reach for beauty, Unity of all things.
Paint, write, eat, love, enjoy, do, do, do whatever your passion drives you,
even if food is scarce and you end up locked in a tiny room hammering on
tiny square letters or inking out spaghetti lines on pages upon pages upon pages of
old torn school notebooks in red and green flannels
at least you are living for you.
Follow that passion that jovial pain
even if it means you work meaningless low level jobs of
folding clothes-stocking shelves-pumping gas-giving ass-flipping burgers-would you like another?
So yes I push myself,
too hard too far,
for pennies or nothing,
simply for the love,
the joy,
of creating because it is a privilege that not ever gets to have.!!!!
LIVE!@
LOVE!@
LIVE!!!!!
©2016 Abdul Batin Bey
of mind and of
spirit that I
write.
It is for absolute freedom,
of religious fever,
sit in silent
room.
Even as the walls tumble,
divorce on the
horizon I still
write.
It is for my own sanity that I continue
to push my own mental, physical boundaries,
etching out my life in green and red flannel,
skipping meals but never skipping tea and coffee.
Pushing myself to get to the other side of that
plastic wall we have build for ourselves in order
to keep ourselves shielded from utmost reality that
we wont be flesh forever, our moments are sacred
and the journey has only started.
I live my life true to myself because to do otherwise
would be death of the self and I
am not ready to die just yet.
Allow me to give up your cereal conformity so that I may soar,
inspire others, to soar, so that we can all soar together,
smooth silky sativa sheets blowing in the echoing wind
free of all restrictions.
Heaven is the place you call bliss and Hell is the place you call torment.
It's all state of being.
Be in the place you wish to be.
Who cares what mom and pops,
sister and brother,
have to say,
at the end of it all its your existence,
your precious hours- so fill them,
Fill them with Love and reach for beauty, Unity of all things.
Paint, write, eat, love, enjoy, do, do, do whatever your passion drives you,
even if food is scarce and you end up locked in a tiny room hammering on
tiny square letters or inking out spaghetti lines on pages upon pages upon pages of
old torn school notebooks in red and green flannels
at least you are living for you.
Follow that passion that jovial pain
even if it means you work meaningless low level jobs of
folding clothes-stocking shelves-pumping gas-giving ass-flipping burgers-would you like another?
So yes I push myself,
too hard too far,
for pennies or nothing,
simply for the love,
the joy,
of creating because it is a privilege that not ever gets to have.!!!!
LIVE!@
LOVE!@
LIVE!!!!!
©2016 Abdul Batin Bey
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Black Stout of Dublin Cats
Soul Crushing,
Soul searching,
pushing myself to the limits,
Ecstasy,
Pain,
Curses,
Blessings,
The nails- I pull them out
One, two, three, Four, Zed,
I name them new names,
Each one a devil aborted-
Each one an angel absolved-
Each one a bit closer to the self that is I-I am-I-I-am
Divorce on the horizon-
Peeling layer by layer of the
skin that ounce covered
the muscles and white ooze
of my body
Divorce on the horizon-
dark hair ever turning
grayer and grayer with
each second ticking down
to that final stroke
ding-dong-ding-dong
not afraid of being alone
just afraid of that constant ear ringing
growing louder,
Angelic choir,
disposable me,
in the mass grave of humanity-
I am-Self
I-Self-Am
Am-I-Self?
I-am-He
He-I-am
Am-I-He?
Extra Stout brings me to the gate-seventh heaven of
Nutmeg delirium-
Ponding heart rate,
kitchen floor,
cool to the flashing spoonful of images
that are being shot out my ass
forty-eight hours later
no better than before
only a super hangover and a last resort
for my subconscious to speak its mind.
Angelic Choir-Soul Crushing
Disposable me-Soul Searching
In mass graves of humanity-
we will be.
Bring me to the Gates of dublin and brew me traditionally.
©Abdul Batin Bey 2016
Soul searching,
pushing myself to the limits,
Ecstasy,
Pain,
Curses,
Blessings,
The nails- I pull them out
One, two, three, Four, Zed,
I name them new names,
Each one a devil aborted-
Each one an angel absolved-
Each one a bit closer to the self that is I-I am-I-I-am
Divorce on the horizon-
Peeling layer by layer of the
skin that ounce covered
the muscles and white ooze
of my body
Divorce on the horizon-
dark hair ever turning
grayer and grayer with
each second ticking down
to that final stroke
ding-dong-ding-dong
not afraid of being alone
just afraid of that constant ear ringing
growing louder,
Angelic choir,
disposable me,
in the mass grave of humanity-
I am-Self
I-Self-Am
Am-I-Self?
I-am-He
He-I-am
Am-I-He?
Extra Stout brings me to the gate-seventh heaven of
Nutmeg delirium-
Ponding heart rate,
kitchen floor,
cool to the flashing spoonful of images
that are being shot out my ass
forty-eight hours later
no better than before
only a super hangover and a last resort
for my subconscious to speak its mind.
Angelic Choir-Soul Crushing
Disposable me-Soul Searching
In mass graves of humanity-
we will be.
Bring me to the Gates of dublin and brew me traditionally.
©Abdul Batin Bey 2016
Sunday, September 18, 2016
Jesus Returns (Punk Lyrics)
When Jesus returns
He’s going to break your
hearts
Break your crosses
Undoing the lies you spread
When Jesus returns
He’s going to shatter your
dreams
Shatter your jaws
Undoing the words you placed
in his mouth
The pity I feel
For the ones who spread lies
In his name
The pity I feel
For the ones who torment
In his name
When Jesus returns
He’s going to break your
hearts
Break your crosses
Undoing the lies you spread
The pity I feel
For the ones who spread lies
In his name
The pity I feel
For the ones who torment
In his name
When Jesus returns
You better run
When Jesus returns
You better hide
When Jesus returns
You better run
When Jesus returns
You better hide
©2016 Abdul Batin Bey
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Castle on a whisker
Are we even real?
Let me know
The side winding wind
Covered in snow
Melting quickly
In the present sun
It'll never hear another melody
All things come undone
Are we even real?
How do you know?
Standing still watching
Time ticking slow
Blink the day is over
Moon hanging low
In the present moment
Last one you'll ever know
All things come undone
Fear it if you must
What will profit you?
Holes in your socks
Full pockets to be picked
Fear the coming day
What will it profit you?
Holes in your heart
Full mind ready to be plucked
Are we even real?
What makes you say so?
Solid world is illusion
Fantasy let it all go
Perceptions grown locks
Nobody ever really knows
Close your mouth
Breath really slow
All things come undone
Are we even real?
Skin pretending to feel
Eyes glimpsing nothing
All is the unknown
Hermetic secrets locked away
Green floor boards
Carry on its ok
All things come undone
Let me know
The side winding wind
Covered in snow
Melting quickly
In the present sun
It'll never hear another melody
All things come undone
Are we even real?
How do you know?
Standing still watching
Time ticking slow
Blink the day is over
Moon hanging low
In the present moment
Last one you'll ever know
All things come undone
Fear it if you must
What will profit you?
Holes in your socks
Full pockets to be picked
Fear the coming day
What will it profit you?
Holes in your heart
Full mind ready to be plucked
Are we even real?
What makes you say so?
Solid world is illusion
Fantasy let it all go
Perceptions grown locks
Nobody ever really knows
Close your mouth
Breath really slow
All things come undone
Are we even real?
Skin pretending to feel
Eyes glimpsing nothing
All is the unknown
Hermetic secrets locked away
Green floor boards
Carry on its ok
All things come undone
Fear it if you must
What will profit you?
Holes in your socks
Full pockets to be picked
Fear the coming day
What will it profit you?
Holes in your heart
Full mind ready to be plucked
Awake at night with tears in your eyes
Means so much in the seconds
Soon you will realize
You were always in the presence
Awake at night with tears in your eyes
Lacking all the faith you had
Soon you will realize
You were always in the presence
Life is a shadowy game we play
Life is a shadowy game we play
Life is a shadowy game we play
Life is a shadowy game we play
©2016 Abdul Batin Bey
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Found It
I
was looking for comfort
In
a dry harsh environment
I
was looking for peace
Among
the savages of war
I
was looking for truth
From
the tongues that lie
Until
one day
I
picked up a book
Forgotten,
dusty
In
reading this book I found the truth
I
found peace
I
found comfort
The
bone desert was now teaming with springs
Lush
gardens, tropical fruit
Riches
beyond riches
Each
word brought me new life
New
revelation
The
name of this book is called the Qur’an
© 2016 Abdul Batin Bey
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Deleted Hour
Cracks
in the wall
Dimension
overload
Cracks
in the wall
All-seeing
eye peering
Cracks
in the wall
Light
shimmering movement
Cracks
in the wall
Ignore
the corners of your pupils
Angelic
green eyes
Gaze
up at the moonless night
Waiting
for a moment
Surely
to come
Out
of sync with your expectations
Cracks
in the wall
Dimension
overload
Cracks
in the wall
All-seeing
eye peering
Cracks
in the wall
Light
shimmering movement
Cracks
in the wall
Ignore
the corners of your pupils
©2016 Abdul Batin Bey
Friday, August 12, 2016
Days
Days
wasted
Glazed
eyes
Soft
glow
Computers
Phones
Television
The
outside world
Its
noise
Its
beauty
Ever
becoming more alien
While
the numbness is more and more normal
Days
wasted
Days
wasted
©2016 Abdul Batin Bey
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Cat-It
Psychotic-
Mantic
Freeze
Frame- Frantic
Impulse-
Closet
Dead
End- Cycle
I
the bush in flames
Never
hearing a word
Holy
Presence is here
No
one wants to accept
Who
am I to preach to the masses?
When
I’m just as messed up as them
Who
am I to call aloud?
When
all my flaws are inside
I’m
no different than they
I’m
worse than they are
I
should have known better
A
lounging cat on a coffee table
That’s
all I am
A
lounging cat on a coffin table
Next
to a glass of seltzer water
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Bubbles
Amber bubbles
Rising in my glass
To the thick head
Lost in illusion
Influenced by the idle
Nothing becomes accomplished
©2016 Abdul Batin Bey
Friday, July 15, 2016
OFF BEAT: OBSERVATIONS OF A MARGINAL PERSIAN (poetry collection)
This collection of poetry was written in a time when things were looking bleak for the author. Topics covered are unsure marriage future, addiction, hunger, rage, inner observations, as well as joyful moments of heightened spirituality.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Black Rose: Rants, Essays, and Letters of an Anarchist... my latest book
https://www.createspace.com/6005689
After hearing an reading many negative views of the Anarchist movement and seeing the movement sort of hit a brick wall as far as to the next move I decided to weigh in on some issues as well as give hints as to the general direction that may benefit the Community as a whole.
Saturday, July 2, 2016
Set Aside (Poem on Ramadan 28, 1437)
When I hear the call to prayer
My soul lifts up
When I wash
My body feels refreshed
When I stand on the rug
My being is outside normal time
While I pray
Nothing exists except my Lord
Engulfed in His Love, His Mercy, His Will
I become a mere thought of Allah
©2016 Abdul Batin Bey
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Rain Zombie
Rain drizzling
Time swirls down the drain
Paperclip tempos
Matching the slamming feet
Another day where no one notices anything
The statues
Stand with no meaning
Except on field trips
When empty eyes finally notice
The only time they are realized
Sun marks
Earth moving beneath
Eternity coasting on and on
No one seems to care
Gazing at technologies soft glow
Zombies
Everyone has become undead
Acting out the Day of the Dead
Believing they are filled with life
Even when they know its time for bed
Cycle continues
on and on and on
Day in and day out
Until they have no more nights
Will they then feel the wasted self?
Average American
Lives in a constant dream state
Stuck in a sound pyramid
Seeing, Hearing, Illusion
As empty as a newborn babe
Wake up!
Wake up before its too late
Know thyself is the key
Its warm in the pocket
Not worn with experience
Its warm in the pocket
Not warn with experience
Its warm in the pocket
Not warn with experience
Copyright 2016 Abdul Batin Bey
Time swirls down the drain
Paperclip tempos
Matching the slamming feet
Another day where no one notices anything
The statues
Stand with no meaning
Except on field trips
When empty eyes finally notice
The only time they are realized
Sun marks
Earth moving beneath
Eternity coasting on and on
No one seems to care
Gazing at technologies soft glow
Zombies
Everyone has become undead
Acting out the Day of the Dead
Believing they are filled with life
Even when they know its time for bed
Cycle continues
on and on and on
Day in and day out
Until they have no more nights
Will they then feel the wasted self?
Average American
Lives in a constant dream state
Stuck in a sound pyramid
Seeing, Hearing, Illusion
As empty as a newborn babe
Wake up!
Wake up before its too late
Know thyself is the key
Its warm in the pocket
Not worn with experience
Its warm in the pocket
Not warn with experience
Its warm in the pocket
Not warn with experience
Copyright 2016 Abdul Batin Bey
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