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[b3l13v3r]

bismillah arahman araheem

i seen it on the walls, the door, the ceiling and the floor
i seen it flying away, floating in the skies, floating away
i seen it lying in the mud, stood on, trodden on, bruised and burnt
i seen it praised, thanked, respected and attended to
i seen it ridiculed, embarassed, manipulated and foregotten
i seen it's inspiration, seen the cured and the old turn to new
i seen the moments, the forsaken and the declining feeling of entitlement
i dont need to open my eyes, i can see it in my head
the revolving doors, the see through walls
the stone buttons, the copperless waterfalls
the caterpilar stuck in a cocoon, the things he said she said
the respect, the trust and the stored away letters
the words, the thoughts and the ink blurred with nettle
the anger, the resentment and the silence
the laughs, the tears and the last dance
39 steps, the rain and the sundance
open up eyes to see the automatic door, the elevator
the buttons all with the same digit
matches lit , windows open, fighting the thaw
this is how it ends or is this how it begins
if it already ended and this is the beginning
ignore the objects or is that the background to this sequel
more questions then answers, leave the glass half fulll
never go wrong with the replenished phrases, the bait and the four bases

[b3l13v3r]

bismillah arahman araheem


i aint ever lost my peace with her or changed my tone or looked for a cure
no looking for presents, using the tape measure, no aspirin or clingfilm
there's never no din whens its i and her, nothing to respond to
i can stay idle with her, we just sit and discuss ideas
its never nothing but cool, no diy we locked away the tools
we play a game when she guesses what im humming
its always the same song whether its raining or sunning
she took all my coats, we got rid of her macks
aint touched her, we keeping it in tact
i told her this is the finger i bear witness with
she didnt want my blood stained metals, said she wanted to keep her hands clean
she doesnt like pixel films, says she's happy in the first scene
her dad was an alcoholic and used to hit her mum
she ran away and lived in another home
she still got the cigarette burns from when she spoke on the phone
she aint ever talked about it
we leave the elephant in the back room
i seen her eyes tho when the candle's lit
i got her a kitten and named him rome
il take her one day and show her the domes
lights out now, il take her in the morn

[b3l13v3r]

i got nothing to give you. no words, sighs or fists
i got nothing to say, no f's, offs or buts
i got nothing to stay for, no tennis, baseball or mighty ducks
i aint gna lie, i miss shit thats been and seen
the way things were, blind to the shit stirrers
fuck it tho, u can never deprogramme a human
never unlearn shit just to go back to the problem
if i could meet you again as a stranger
no mutual shit, away from all the warnings of danger
id probably still walk away now, without looking up
headphones in, eyes ignorant to the illusion
still looking for the penniless fountain to fill the cup
fuck the bottled water shit unless its flavoured
choices they cant thrust on me or buy my cooperation
like conspirators cooperative with their babys killers
choices they cant bribe me with due to sanitation or sypihilis
marked bunkers, hidden sabres, eyes ignorant to delusions
hearing cries, someone dies, dreams only come to the tired

[sweetmuslimah]

My pain, my anger may take
And thrust me in this lost forever lake
What is honesty without love
What is love without trust
You see just the surface
And lies of laces
May not seem that big
But trigger guilt
That tilts your belief
And since it seems you shall never encounter the relief
Freedom and prayers
Darken your soul
Let the troll
Misguide misjudge and tear you
Let your worthless tears fall
In the unkown space
At the hollow of your neck
Red, red eyes
Please rise above
Be pure as a dove
Don’t let him, take your, chain you
And make you his
Worthless.

[b3l13v3r]

Bismillah araham araheem

sugar or salt, more attune with the blind then the unlearned
sanctimonious bullshit leaving the cake burnt
eyes to the wise who put forward a size
leaving the tape measure unmeasured
emperor running the streets, volunteers picking up the feathers
look into archives, the bat never missed an eyelid
in whose vision, whose scribbles did it manifest into deciet
alarms on cars, triggered by frequencies and towers
activating buckets from rooftops and more drones of silence
no whistles or bells, just the anchor playing his pipe
buckets with sponges, ladders unbalanced, sleepwalking rain dance
a culture of depression, creating a niche for psyches
working for a claw and his cat to fill the pockets of fatmen
zombified, getting up again and again to walk uphill at men with sticks
sugared into retailation that justfiies the gradient
using rubble as weapons, creating barriers with the bricks

[baytullah]

Allah's beach i explore
in the hijab i adore
behind my back they blab
at my hijab they jab

[sweetmuslimah]

Caged
I’m caged in this place
That’s what he says
He tells me to sin
So on the day he shall win
All the alluring and persuasion
He holds his nation
Yet he still fears our lord
And Prophets sent upon us
Even though he caused all this fuss
But on the day
Where Allah brings the astray
He shall take no responsibility
And nations will have to live with humility
Hell fire painful eternity
And the people that broke from his cage
Will live in serenity
Ohh Allah
They shall say
In disarray
Give us one more chance
To live in this world advance
And we shall worship you
But the capturer didn’t tell the truth
But instead told lies ruthlessly
No one shall go back
On the world where we once lived
Didn’t you see the angel of death?
As he was slaughtered
And that is was stated
Endings shall not exist
But eternity
Will always be..........................

[b3l13v3r]

bismillah arahman araheem

write, impale , lift up the veil of gloom
sing till the last dance in surroundings assumed
break the cycle of silence with violence
gravity includes bullets, ceiling to empty floor
lights never on, last one out close the door
letter through the post before the door bell rings
before the bird sings, sugar bad for you but not with caffeine
skip through to the back page, 5 mins on the train
not enough time for the obituaries, lying waiting for the next soul
call the devil with your toll, wait on the hard shoulder for the patrol
lift up yyour head and embrace perkins with her dolly
pop ur bubble, blow bubbles and float in the oil
enough holes to lay off some more fishermen
dont blame it on the gas, blame it on the petroleum
razor sharp, u wont feel a thing, 3 to break the hinge
represented by majestic presence, multipled with auto machines
stuck in a dead age where bankers and socialists consume everything
sun fleeing, bright lights ever present, vibrant cities, empty bunkers
underground with no need for demolition, murder death kill sunk in hunger
no philosophers for ransom, leaving waters polluted with and some
the spring starts in april with the blood of patriots and tyrants

[b3l13v3r]

bismillah arahman araheem


to and fro they go, choreographed by some violent thing
movement creating a gap to let the woods sink
door without a sensor closing to form the exit
marks behind the waldrobes and on the walls
room unlit, still an escape from the gravel pit
scattered all over the floor, scribblings encrypted
musings underheard by the howling wanting to go first
screeching in the background, dragged by its nails
following the sound catching a glimpse of a tail
pursue of the trail leading to betrayal
ambushed with apples straight from the oven
sweetalked into tea, warmth in absence of the sun
shadows appearing, returning becoming cumbersome
roadworks illuminated by lights and forks
accompanied by personalised voices, mired by thoughts or talk

[b3l13v3r]

bismillah arahman araheem

X ray vision, still don't get the hint
no map on hand the reciepts are imprinted
lead straight to the crossroads,
harmonious or blazing depending on time of day
straight on, past the middle and the circle
stopping, looking through pockets, continuing straight
turning and stopping, number in plain sight
ringing before pressing, approaching from night into light
no detection, something familiar but not in the eyes
back to the door, lies somewhere between the floor