| My heart won’t think but my mind refuses to feel so it
leaves me senseless, sleepless, restless wondering, wondering, I only come to
my senses in between sentences and a sentence ends without a period point or
without a point period, my points seem hollow like hollow points fired at point
blank range that would crack my brain like my brain on crack I’m in between sane
and black, stressed and brown
I’m a milky milado passing in the city of the
living, passing
and pretending as if I haven’t died already and I say I’m all ready to
do it
again because I am a man of my word, a man of my worth and man of the
earth I come
from her and I will return to the dirt, commune with the worms, can’t
let it
take a turn for the worse by passing and pretending til’ I really
believe I’m
living, that I haven’t died already because I am a man of my worth and
a man of the earth and she will find me and pull to her bosom til’ I
can neither breathe
nor speak, see nor blink, dream nor think, I think I’m dreamin’ of a vanilla sky,
chocolate earth and a Carmel girl that sings when she speaks with perfume in
her walk her body transparent by how sincerely we talk, we’ll take long walks
in gardens with rivers flowing beneath, what was old and grieved is now new and
sweet like sweet sweat was swepped up off of our feet like sole solaced in the
sanctuary of god in the precious presence of unspeakable beauty, the precious
presence is present past and future, it is past time, past space time, past the
way never to come again
Thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in
heaven so on earth I am missing heaven so on earth I fear not my end, I fear
not of men so on earth I fight demon and despot, the avaricious and treacherous
with mercy in my fearlessness, fire in my justice, with love for the virtuous and
hate for the cowards because why be a coward how else are men sent to the lord
without the wings of the angel of death
So I am a man of my word, a man of my worth, and a man of
the earth, and may she find me and pull me to her bosom til I can neither
breath nor speak, see nor blink, dream nor think, I think I’m dreaming of a
vanilla sky, chocolate earth and a Carmel girl that sings when she speaks with
perfume in her walk her body transparent by how sincerely we talk, we’ll take
long walks in gardens with rivers flowing beneath, what was old and grieved is
now new and sweet like sweet sweat was swepped up off of our feet like sole solaced
in the sanctuary of god
-amir sulaiman
masha'Allah, this is a beautiful poem 
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...hmm so hows my week so far....well ive been workin alot lately..theyve been given me alotttta hours which im kinda happy bout--keepin me busy .. friday i worked all day...saturday i woke up went to the masjid to help clean..thn went to work for the rest of the day...thn sunday i went to my friends grad partttyyyy-that was fun i got to see my friends tht grad last yrr i miss thm..thn sunday night i went out to dinner wtih some of my friends for my graduation...cuz they couldnt come to the graduation...and they got me a gift..it was really niceee 
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