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[maysamopm]

Salam Alaykum

Yah Hussein,
Do I know more than your name?
If Allah asks me: what Hussein meant to me?
And if I knew who Hussein was?
My reply (remember its Allah so I can’t lie):

Hussein is like I have seen!
Flags Impact with the wind!
Drums Blow! In Percussion,

Once silent, now the tongues of the oppressed reap violent, at the sky.
Masses ready to Kill and ready to Die.
My lips embrace one another in fashioned rhythm,
One foot excels the other in passionate rhythm.
That rhythm is Hussein!
His rhythm… but not him,

I didn’t know Hussein when I passed to his beat;
I guess I never will Hussein, unless we ever meet.
And if I ever did Hussein I would have wished for a seat,
Next to thee,
So that in history my name would be: 73,

I wish you would have stayed more often on my mental,
Scenes of your invisible coffin, driving the masses mental,
Some ask of your station, and if it was fundamental?
I really don’t know!
But Hearts to Hussein just flow!

Relief to the grieve stricken, the bestowed belief,
Tears leave the optic caressing the cheeks and the teeth,
The thirst of salt on tongues, quenched in an instant… a hum,

Allah!
Hussein’s Rhythm is Pain,
It weren’t meant to be, though the religion was strained,
Hearts of the idle burst forth, as Hussein is slain,

Flags Impact with the wind!
Drums Blow in percussion with Rain,

Allah, honestly, I don’t know Hussein,
I never knew him,
But, I felt, and still feel his pain,
I used his rhythm and fused it with what u have given,
To create his name,

So when I perish let me meet him again,
But this time I want to meet Him,
Not just his name,
Yah Hussein.

Edited by maysamopm, 17 February 2005 - 07:44 PM.

[Muslim-Sister]

Mash'Allah..

[Spriglief]

Liked this line:

"One foot excels the other in passionate rhythm."

The over all effect and the thread of the story is done well.

[maysamopm]

  

Yah Hussein!  Once again,
Allah, last time was tranquil… sane,
Now I bellow and scream to see past the name,
I was only asked once,
I reply again: ‘I never knew Him!’

However,
He lay bare on a plain,
Shirt stained,
Blood fell from heaven,
Poured, it rained.
So Hussein knew me?
Knew this my attention would gain,

Thus a knowing, to know,
Is an action in vain,
Because,
When he knew me, he moved with family,

But I sit idly,
Asking to know Hussein like I know the sky,
Sit back, marvel,
Exuberant and high,

Or am I?
Willing to take family and die,
Serve the one, who served me,
Which is ultimately... serving only He,

A lapse!

Back to the crashing, the mashing of impact to percussion,
The lyrical influence of tongues which reaped and hummed,
To fill the spiritual sound of an internal drum,

A throbbing which beats from fetus to tomb,
Steps in synchrony with the beat of the womb,
Post fertility,
The self with unease consumed,
Like duality this pain is resumed,

A thousand years ago,
You clearly showed,
So no need to assume,
'Virtue over Vice'
The rhyme to your tune,

It echoes,
To serve the reflectional,
I’m to act in accordance,
Be intellectual,
However,
Willing I am to leave hysterical,
Raise hands with consequences terrible,

Insane (or plain) these words may seem,
Crazy (or boring) and that’s why,
It’s my dream,
Self Centered?
Rather say the self is full of wealth,
Share it abundant,
Leave conservation for the twelfth,

Our destination,
Is drawn, buried, ripped and torn,
Beneath the dunes of clay men who reap and mourn,
Beneath the lamenting soaked cloud of an effeminate crowd,
Beneath the breathless cyclone of a childless progeny,
Beneath the waves of wailers impact to shore, like metal to bone,
A lifeless King steps before his throne,

the epiphany of sweet irony,
The feeder of life to a rootless tree,
Allah help follow the branch,
Follow the grain,
To meet knowingly once again,
Yah Sayedi,
Yah Hussein!

Edited by maysamopm, 20 February 2005 - 09:40 AM.