which way from here?
the pages of my mind
freedom is a lonely place, and fear is a mountain already climbed
old memories remain for now, but everything else is lost
smeared along a timeline of severed assurances; I understand and see clearly all the causes
centered around the shallowness of collectivisms in grouping culture that strips away deeper thought
conditions I no longer support and distance myself from by living abroad
turning another chapter embarking in new endeavours understanding the trials of the last couple years...
this world has been given to man so that by it he may seek his hereafter
rather than be attached to that which fades away under the disguise of glamour and perfect weather,
materialism, entertainment and abundant laughter...
two conditions exist that promote the fullness of life or take away from it
truth and that which is false
nothing else matters
but when lifestyles can't handle the truth they create their own philosophies upon deviating rules thus altering their own character
conforming too a new order or holding on to the wrong picture...
even when the truth comes
they see it...
they know it..
the spirit feels it...
however it's impossible for most people to change their behaviour
memories don't live like people do, because their an intangible extension of intersecting paralleled realities
So, whether your here or not they exist; erasing or always remembering you” ...
good and bad times solidified by moments I’ve shared with you, you and you...
consequences, causes and effects remembering each experience for what its worth, thank you
taken back to reflection of hidden plots, secret conversations and heresies towards my person all embodied by smiling faces put forth with gestures of kindness and words of love arranged in different phrases...
less etiquette found in ones grammar, under minding their own words from expressions of evil & hatred hidden in the heart they aren't able to see on their own faces.
the images that personify the deeper truths held in the heart, by moments of transparency we've all lived through...
thirsty for more life despite the past year I've been fortunate to regroup...
coming back to a world I left behind years ago .
full circle finding nothing but my own expectations of myself superior to the standards many other have shunned from their own personal growths...
for whatever reasons justified by explanations of their own personal pursuits.
Amidst the fallacies of dwindling choices, reality is there, but ignored and kept buried internally under foot.
Smouldering beneath the layers of guilt and regrets, the heart still finds enough strength to become again aflame if your lucky...
constant psychological battles fully engaged every second of each day
shielding it (the heart) from strong winds, deception and corrosive moisture that subdues my energy causing me to stay
influencing procrastination to remain the same
who is it you want me to be?
you can't people nor change me...
contend to be for me
but seek ways to insult me...
it isn't love...nor is it honesty
lines are drawn in the soil that depict opposing sides of truth in comparison to the falsehood you live.
are the deaf like those who can hear or the blind equal too those who can see?
Handicaps of people as a result of ignorance instead of piety
I can be no one but the person I am and meant to be...
in love with myself imperfect but striving to find my place and need no one to validate me .
the bonds of tawheeed (monotheism=one god; submission=Islam) are stronger than blood clearly.
grounded in the earth for my prescribed term in a segment of life, then insha'allah the paradise of eternity, I aspire to be worthy
so, I conclude on this current endeavour towards each person I re-encountered in sharing a bit of myself; yet they still don't know me...
therefore, I see the need to remain free...
Ask yourself, “reality do you own it?”
or is it a condition of what you wanna believe?
the prisons of your bubbles that define your existence is an instution of desolation that can never give you felicity...
some birds just can't be caged even if there wings are clipped we still find ways to rest atop the highest trees...
around each corner another adventure and rewards of putting my trust in Allah; accepting of what life takes away or brings...
after every difficulty there’s ease...
Sayyar Isma’il Swift copy right 2018
“endeavours”
the pages of my mind
freedom is a lonely place, and fear is a mountain already climbed
old memories remain for now, but everything else is lost
smeared along a timeline of severed assurances; I understand and see clearly all the causes
centered around the shallowness of collectivisms in grouping culture that strips away deeper thought
conditions I no longer support and distance myself from by living abroad
turning another chapter embarking in new endeavours understanding the trials of the last couple years...
this world has been given to man so that by it he may seek his hereafter
rather than be attached to that which fades away under the disguise of glamour and perfect weather,
materialism, entertainment and abundant laughter...
two conditions exist that promote the fullness of life or take away from it
truth and that which is false
nothing else matters
but when lifestyles can't handle the truth they create their own philosophies upon deviating rules thus altering their own character
conforming too a new order or holding on to the wrong picture...
even when the truth comes
they see it...
they know it..
the spirit feels it...
however it's impossible for most people to change their behaviour
memories don't live like people do, because their an intangible extension of intersecting paralleled realities
So, whether your here or not they exist; erasing or always remembering you” ...
good and bad times solidified by moments I’ve shared with you, you and you...
consequences, causes and effects remembering each experience for what its worth, thank you
taken back to reflection of hidden plots, secret conversations and heresies towards my person all embodied by smiling faces put forth with gestures of kindness and words of love arranged in different phrases...
less etiquette found in ones grammar, under minding their own words from expressions of evil & hatred hidden in the heart they aren't able to see on their own faces.
the images that personify the deeper truths held in the heart, by moments of transparency we've all lived through...
thirsty for more life despite the past year I've been fortunate to regroup...
coming back to a world I left behind years ago .
full circle finding nothing but my own expectations of myself superior to the standards many other have shunned from their own personal growths...
for whatever reasons justified by explanations of their own personal pursuits.
Amidst the fallacies of dwindling choices, reality is there, but ignored and kept buried internally under foot.
Smouldering beneath the layers of guilt and regrets, the heart still finds enough strength to become again aflame if your lucky...
constant psychological battles fully engaged every second of each day
shielding it (the heart) from strong winds, deception and corrosive moisture that subdues my energy causing me to stay
influencing procrastination to remain the same
who is it you want me to be?
you can't people nor change me...
contend to be for me
but seek ways to insult me...
it isn't love...nor is it honesty
lines are drawn in the soil that depict opposing sides of truth in comparison to the falsehood you live.
are the deaf like those who can hear or the blind equal too those who can see?
Handicaps of people as a result of ignorance instead of piety
I can be no one but the person I am and meant to be...
in love with myself imperfect but striving to find my place and need no one to validate me .
the bonds of tawheeed (monotheism=one god; submission=Islam) are stronger than blood clearly.
grounded in the earth for my prescribed term in a segment of life, then insha'allah the paradise of eternity, I aspire to be worthy
so, I conclude on this current endeavour towards each person I re-encountered in sharing a bit of myself; yet they still don't know me...
therefore, I see the need to remain free...
Ask yourself, “reality do you own it?”
or is it a condition of what you wanna believe?
the prisons of your bubbles that define your existence is an instution of desolation that can never give you felicity...
some birds just can't be caged even if there wings are clipped we still find ways to rest atop the highest trees...
around each corner another adventure and rewards of putting my trust in Allah; accepting of what life takes away or brings...
after every difficulty there’s ease...
Sayyar Isma’il Swift copy right 2018
“endeavours”