Looking for tomorrow + Video Art

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. 

This poem like most of my new poetry will be accompanied by a video art installation. Thank you. 


Like air

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. 


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

Sparks fly 

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 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. 


My eyes cannot help

But fall into yours 

Anytime I pilfer a look at them

Cos to me they are 

More than just bubbles 

That burst with the

Most candid emotions 

Your mouth cannot speak.

But they are snares 

That lure mine 

Into an open space 

Where I peak at

Your most fragile self 

Without the armor 

Of thoughts.

And in this room 

Of mirrors that are your eyes

I see you in fragments 

And I can’t leave 

Without knowing 

Where you begin 

and end