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