You taught me how
to wrestle the restless wind
and win
How to cut the air
with my muddy dreams
and anchor them to the clouds
no matter how dense
they were
How run from my days
and the mundane maze of madness they have become
by listening to my self
nothing else
But you never remembered
how to teach me
to protect my iridescent energy
from your tentacles
So I became a raisin
festering
before my seeds
bloomed.
A chest
heavy as Monday morning
cracking under the cold air
of expectation
Tombs
as sad excuses for eyes
look deep into nothing
In search of the silence
of an end
Ambition does not work
where she comes from
It does not buy you
any of the meals
whose army of aromas
compete with the rebel stench of filth
for the wings of the air.
It does not get you a ticket
on à rickety bus
through a sea of traffic
to the hills
of shinny seducing lights
and clean air sweatened
by the presence of peace
Ambition has no value here
It is a stubborn shrub
growing by the side of a wide gutter
whose leaves are always chewed
by the strolling goats and dozing cattle
Yet stays alive
and hopes of flowering
when the rain comes
Ambition has no place
in this same place
where it is hawked shamelessly
by the finest merchants
who descend from the hills
But she buys
more than she can carry
in her empty chest
and waits for the day
when she will walk past
the same streets she walks everyday
and they will
become gardens
where she too can grow.
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This poem like most of my new poetry will be accompanied by a video art installation. Thank you.
Like air
From the mouth of
A pressurized balloon
Joy rushes out from me
Leaking on my cheeks
Coloring my smile
Anytime my pale eyes
Connect with the golden sunset
That sleeps in yours.
The little garden you grew
When you fell in love
With the scent of flowers
Has grown into a forest
After you left
Maybe
Forgetting to water it
Was better than
Chopping of its beauties
So you could carry them
And keep them for yourself
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I stay restless,
As a careless whisper
Shivering up your spine
Leaving warm footprints
Eager to light you up.
But I’m afraid to be
An anchor on
The rocky ocean floor
Sit still and
Let my light
Be a steady beam
And travel on
A steered Bullet
To your heart.
I must tremble
As a racy heart does,
Because the life
Nesting deep inside me
Away from the bloodsucking
Thorns of the world
Cannot wait to
Burst into you,
And flow freely
As the night flows into the day
And the day into the night
Without end.
Author’s note: This poem will most likely be deleted soon. Enjoy it whilst you can!
– Hakeem Adam
We speak in
Lazy handshakes, distant stares and brief hugs
Golden darts of sunshine
Hiding under a tarp
Afraid to fly and grease the sky
But inside us
Where rivulets of desire
Learn to find their feet
Sparks fly
Jetting from the darknes
Eager to burst through
The tension on our faces
I hope one day
Sparks do fly away
A somehow light this fire
That we are afraid of burning
Cos we carry too many scars
From too many wretched flames
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
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
I could stroll through
A busy market with you
Where agressive noises swim
In the heavy air
And only hear your voice
Because you left a fog
In my mind
When you rained
Your way through my heart
But now the
Sunshine must come and
Sorch me dry
Because
You left me cold and alone
Shivering for your warmth
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