Tag: Poetry

Forged In Fire

For steel to strengthen, it must first be immersed in the hottest flame.

The strength of a man is forged the same.

The Phoenix rises from the ashes bearing no name, a slate with no stain – nothing left to lose, everything to gain.

Innocent beginnings and excruciating endings. Lessons learned the hardest way. Hard lessons created the man you see today, and inspired him to find his own way like a battle-tested soldier.

What hurts, but does not kill you only makes you colder. It raises the limit of the weight you’re able to carry on your shoulder.

Because of that, I’m bolder in the sense that no thing can fear me. You can feel confidence radiating when you stand near me. At this point a cast iron pan couldn’t even seer me because I’ve been initiated — far from my final form but I’m ascending to a top-tier me.

No longer aimlessly pursuing. Instead, cultivating my mind is what I’m doing. And I’ve grown to appreciate the pain I feel from the flame

Because it reminds me that I’m still human.

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Black Don’t Crack

Black is not a color.

Black is a foundation.

From it, everything is created.

Within it lies infinite inspiration.

Black tells a tale of profound pain, struggle, and grief, that is continually transformed into beauty beyond belief.

Black does not surrender because Black is the ultimate defender.

Its traits are so versatile, mixed and prepared by the most masterful blender — Allah.

And may his name be praised for the Genesis of Black, as he ensured that within us there is no thing we lack.

Never allow your will to waver, nor your confidence to slack.

Because Black may bend, but it can never crack.

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Winter is Coming

My heart grows colder with every sunset. The days of warmth are no more. A dim flame flickers inside me like faulty wiring. It is only a matter of time before darkness swallows this light. The shadow has been dying to re-emerge. Taming this beast been the task of the evolved me. Firefighting the temptation of embracing a scorched earth mentality. Though my pure soul, once thought to be immortal, has become a perfect fatality. Earnestly I tried to prevent laying my goodness to rest, but frostbite is on the verge of consuming the scarlet engine inside my chest.

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Look In The Mirror

The plague of the modern ego appears increasingly insurmountable.

Entitlement has spread like a wildfire.

It has almost become taboo to hold one’s self accountable.

The path of least resistance is usually the default selection,

So why shoulder any of the blame when it’s easier to choose projection?

With each passing day, the irony becomes even clearer.

We live in a world ruled by selfies, yet people are afraid to look in the mirror.

Aiktimal Alqamar

When you appear, I have no worry.

I am at endless ease.

Your luminescent glow is the remedy for any cortisol within me.

Your presence universally fulfills, as evidenced by how the ocean tide swells.

While your absence conspicuously creates an abyss of emptiness.

Dark nights are not the same without you.

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Perfect Imperfection

Looking for love in all the wrong areas.

Probably staring you in the face, but its imperfections are scaring ya.

Waiting for perfection is waiting to be taught a lesson. 

Nothing will ever be good enough, and you will continue to throw away heaven-sent blessings.

Social media is filled with ungrateful, scorned peasants.

Heeding advice from them will lead to a reality that is unpleasant.

Follow your mind and heart, don’t veer from your destined direction.

Because inside each and everyone of us lies perfect imperfection. 

Road to Glory

Cloudy days will come and cloudy days will go.

Everything in life is not meant for us to know.

Everything in life is not meant for us to feel.

Everyone in life will not discover what is real.

But those who will, will discover at their own pace

That you can’t progress in life by running someone else’s race.

You will cross the finish line when it is your due time,

And your success will not be measured by first or last place.

So, slowly and steadily grind in your own lane.

Keep going. Glory lies on the other side of struggle and pain.

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It’s such a small world,
But it’s an even shorter life,
And there’s no universal way to live it wrong or right.
Look out for you.
Of yourself, never lose sight.
Keep your head to the sky even when sunny days turn into dark nights.
For when it’s most dark, the stars shine most bright.
Never let the world’s shadow dim your life’s light.

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Gotham

The heart of the city.

I once controlled the rhythm of the beat.

When the days turned dark,

Your spotlight shined bright in the sky.

I would drop everything

With no reason as to why.

I’d run to you, and if I had wings I’d fly

As fast as I could because for this city

I’d might even die.

Your conspicuous vigilante

Always there to save the day.

To wash away and decimate all dismay.

Rain poured, thunder growled in a vicious rage

And my cape was in the wind

Knowing there would be no wage paid.

Just peace of mind knowing my city was safe

From the thought and feeling

Of stress and no escape.

Now the sands of time have washed this city away,

Yet I still can’t convince myself that I shouldn’t stay.

What was once in order, now in total disarray.

With only me left with a balance to pay.

The price of wasted time and irrational effort.

Misplaced devotion, an unsuccessful endeavor.

Energy that could’ve been invested

In a less temporary treasure.

None of my actions were driven by pleasure,

But by the dream of this city lasting forever.

However, nothing lasts. To believe otherwise is silly.

Still, it hurts to know that there is no more love

In the heart of this city.

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