I go chasing after
the pain that waves carried away
when I shed tears
whilst overlooking
the cold endless tomb
that is the sea.
Yet I find it burried
deep inside me
in the footprints I leave
when I run from
my history.
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Do you ever listen to the poetry?
Do you ever listen to the poetry?
Do you hear the
War chants
These lines whisper
Whilst hugging the shadows?
Do you see the blood
Clotting at the same
Spot where fragile feelings
Collide against the
The rock shore of reality?
Do you ever pay attention
To the flags
That these words
Twirls against gale-force winds
On rainy days
And stormy night?
If you did
You would hear
That they do not
Call your name
Put simply wish to
Spill out the pain
So left it flow
Even if it fills up
No wellls within
It should make you
Feel whole.
// I might take this down soon. Words and photo by Hakeem Adam.
I will not
I will not
Mourn you when
You go.
I will not try
To remember the taste
Of your smile
Fading from my tongue
Or the lavender
Or your presence
Snaking away on
The back of the wind.
When you leave
With your head
In the clouds
Towards a rising sun
I will forget
To mourn Your loss.
Rather I will celebrate
Your journey
To wherever
Untitled prayer
Precious diamond stain
May the night keep you safe
Crown
You have a ring of fire
On your head
To raze down the
Shadows following you
Let it burn
Rainbow
I can’t trust
My mind to remember the
Color you made me taste
So let me take it
While it’s still hot enough
To scald my tongue
And make a rainbow
For the sun and her friends
To see
And envy
Butterfly eyes
Her butterfly eyes come flapping into mine.
They take flight, just as her cheeks
Rise like the sun creeping from
The nothingness of night
To light up all the
Little flowers in their jackets of color
Her butterfly eyes
With wings shimmering with desire
Slice through the tightening air between us
Like a bullet, graceful but lethal
Till they reach the nervous smile
Painting itself on my face
Like a rainbow clearing a stormy sky
Then for that moment when her
Butterfly eyes land on mine
I forget they are eyes
And wish they were
A raindrop in which we can hide
Till we hit the ground
Like rolling stone
And it’s all down hill from here
Jack and Jill rode the hurricane
Tugged it mane as it twirled it’s skirt
Forgot that it was just passing by
On the way to somewhere quiet
They lept with it over rolling stones
They left with it like they had hollow bones
No their heads are in the skies
The necks begin to feel cold
The ground is a dot all alone
But the hurricane is on its way
So it’s all downhill from here
The sky cannot carry you
The ground cannot swallow you
So the strange fruit must hang
By the jaws of a snare
Burning corpse; ready to blow
Even the maggots with no legs are crawling out of this cold flesh that is turning to the subject of dirges Even the raunchy odor ,born within, is hiding in the pockets of Fresh Air, going to a place where it can breathe
time holds this carcass from imploding.stress giving way to the sweet release of bitter death
The unconcerned sun above fathers no no shade for us
Life left this place before we had time to live
And death will go before we realize that this place is…
artwork by Hakeem Adam “With hands in hands” (2016)
Introducing Dandano
[Jill Scott X Not Like Crazy]
Hello Guys,
I used to love this blog so much. It was one of my most comfortable spaces on the Internet and probably deep down in me it still is. The Lost Scrolls/Tuff Assassin gave me a voice to express myself through the magic of poetry and through those little rhymes and charming metaphors, I fell in love with the beauty of words. I taught myself to adore them and use them as outlet to deal with the demons in my head and heart. I met a lot of wonderful friends here too.
Sadly I have fallen out of love with it. I still write poetry but I don’t share it so much on here. I do plan on changing that very soon. Maybe it is time for another “A poem a day” challenge.
These days I focus my energy on this new platform I am building called Dandano. It is a platform dedicated to the critical analysis of African film and music. I am just building but I think you guys have earned the right to know about it. It is part of the reason why my poetry is sporadic but I intend to find focus and continue to share my words with you. For now Dandano is all I have to offer.
For those who have stuck with me through this silence, thank you. I hope to return to sharing my creative writing.
-Hakeem Adam
The Lost Scrolls 