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.

Blue Broccoli

 Every second of every day the-
 final hour draws near the-
 vows we took will be broken-
 and I feel as if nothing, nothing-
 can be done except let it happen.

No more notes on the fridge-
No more messages on the mirror-
I was happy, it was only me-
So blinded by love I never did see-
the curb straight ahead.

Sign the papers on the line-
Check the box,envelope-
two hundred dollars and-
we're both free to roam-
free to explore-
free to find a new place and-
become St. James bored.

Pour my heart out into a pint-
Uncle Arthur always cheers I
up with a wise crack or a an
offbeat joke about the state of
religious political brainwashing,
religious political brainwashing.

Penny in the air about to drop.
Hot the clock make it stop.
nothing i can do just stand by.
Sign the line a bit of me is going to die.

As

long

as

she's

happy

that's

all

that's

all

that's

all

all

all

that

mat-

ters

©2016 Abdul Batin Bey

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

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

Starry Flesh

Am I, I
the word
Am I, I
the sound
Am I, I
the swipe
Am I, I
the meaning
Am I, I
the thought
Am I, I
the intent
Am I, I
the music
Am I, I
the melody
Am I, I
the first
Am I, I
the middle
Am I, I
the last

In the flesh of every star
An I exists
Ready to be touched
By the sacredness
Being

Am I,I
Am I,I
Am I,I
Am I,I




©2016 Abdul Batin Bey

Friday Letter

Happy and Holy Friday

Instead of talking about the various school shootings, latest polls, latest innocent man getting shot down by the police I would like to talk about another issue and that is Muhammad (as.) from the inside a view that I don’t think most non-Muslims (lack of a better term) every get to understand and knowing this is a post I’ll try to make it as concise as possible.

It’s hard for non-Muslims to grasp the importance of the Prophet because other religions (way of life) may not stress the importance of there own holy people, at least not to the degree of Islam. It should be borne in mind that to us the Prophet is not just some guy who bumbled along and reinstated (started) Islam he is very much present in our daily lives. I’m not talking about present in the Christian sense but he lives on through each and every Muslim. All of our actions, habits, are measured by his example as found in the various literature that has been passed down to us, from the way we eat, sleep, dress, interact, court or girlfriends, treat our wives, and many other things that people do in the mundane. Muslims are or should be a reflection of him just as he was a reflection of the mercy of Allah.

It should also be remember that Islam is a family/community-centered way of life not in the “I’ll see you ounce a week” type of way but we see and interact with one another on the daily. Every man is a brother or an uncle; every woman is a sister or an auntie. If we are all brothers and sisters what does that make Muhammad (as) to us? This is why so many get incredibly insulted when people make up lies and slander the prophet this is were the community seems to fall short because that is when we should look towards Muhammad (as) the most. Muhammad (as) never retaliated against those who insulted him, lied about him, or did other things to him instead je would pray for them, when they got sick he would nurse them back to health, he even took care of a family of a man who was an avid enemy to Muhammad (as) and the Islamic community as a whole.  When we fail to show his character in those times then what are we showing the rest of the time?

I’m not sure if this helped or if its just long winded nothingness. Only Allah (may his name be praised and exalted) knows.



©2016 Abdul Batin Bey

Old City Shut

Sleep now Old City

Close your eyes to the lurking

Dream while the nightmares breed

Clawing, gnawing, vomiting on your walls

Lurking shadows feeding on the wayward

Sleep Old City

Pretend the living darkness isn’t real

Tight eyes wait for dawn’s relief

Forcing your subconscious into submission

Even if the cages bars are twisted

How long Old City

You cannot continue this dualism indefinitely

Without warning the sun will refuse

Aborted children will freely roam

As it was in the time of the void

Until that night

Sleep

Sleep it all away

©2016 Abdul Batin Bey