Ariz Saleem

TIME

Time...is not forever

Time ends -- These days and nights are not forever

I know I’m blind to the reality of my time,

Here today...gone tomorrow

And so I must hasten my pace,

Seek to put things in their rightful place

I must run, rush, plunge, dash to fill the cup of my potential.

I must live.

I...am precious, scarce, and sacred.

I am honorable.

I am beautiful and I must make my beauty known...

My dreams and hopes, are all I have...and they’re all that matter

So if my time isn’t for them, then for what?  Then, for who?

I am beautiful, And my beauty must be known.

Before my last night, I must find my home.

Before my last day, I must find home.

Before, my, last, Breath...

© 2012 Ariz Saleem

DARE I DIGRESS

Dare I digress,

distracted for a moment

a moment is all I need

For a minute of failure,

is a lifetime of death,

cuz in the crucible of time,

Man’s soul is vexed

and man’s soul is blessed

Intermixed and intertwined -- time, waits for an alignment of kinds

Sabr...Patience is in the birds, the skies, the seas, and the trees

In the As, the Bs, and the Cs

In the 1s, the 2s, and the 3s

In the atom and molecules...from subatomic to ATOMIC

Nagasakis and Hero--Shima

The hands of time dance to the rhythm of the song of Our Lord

The hands of time wait to strike Twelve -- When we are freed

from the bosom of the beast

beyond the past, or past the past into the future

Right to the Last minute...

so we can return to the First hour...

Haven’t you heard that it’s the darkest before the break of Dawn

The darkness in which lives the Peaceful Calm, The Painful Calm, The Pain-filled Calm...

Where there is no pain to harm, 

We came from Salaam, return to Salaam

The Painful Calm, The Peaceful Arms,

The Pain-filled Calm brings the Break of Dawn...

© 2012 Ariz Saleem

HOLD MYSELF AS ONE

To hold myself as one,

is like meshing guns with roses

I am a lost sea creature and it's like integrating the ocean

It's like attempting to stand still,

while being tempted by love potions

Like holding sober stance, when your drinking from Love's ocean

N' cursed is such a drink, that never satiates the thirst

Hold the drink away from me and my condition will only get worst

The push and pull from all that is, redirects my course

Not knowing what's next or what to expect,

I long for days I'll be sure...I long for days I'll be sure

My soul is like a ship in a bottle, that finally makes it to shore

I've heard the truth is a treasure chest, that's buried inside my core

buried inside my core...

buried inside my core...

buried inside your core...

© 2012 Ariz Saleem