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Nafs
by Usman Khan
USA
 

My rhyme begins to climb on the paradigm of time as my slang harangue
makes you hang on the rope of inner contemplation.
This isn't intimidation.
Truth randomly decided to abscond into the forest of ideas,
so why accede to a deed of greed as you bleed rivers of destitution.
There is no solution because your love of praise is a craze in your mind's maze,
abused and confused as you drown in your own narcissism, and you don't dare or even care about it any more and what for.
Don't reminisce on the days of yore,
enter into the center of your soul and annihilate yourself on the shore of certitude.
The apparition of truthful submission can not be seen by the naked eye,
as your heinous heart asks why. You than have a false impression and misconception of your inward manifestation and it's too late!
Just contemplate and amalgamate your fate,
letting the light of veracity rejuvenate your inward state.

Don't cling to the infantile illusion and dying delusion of the radiance of your inner self.
Take that superfluous arrogance and lock it away forever in humility's shelf.
It whispers to you and says lure me, cure me I am shackled viscously in debonair desire,
oppose me,
expose me and extinguish this festive fire.
Do you really believe that you can sleep high in the sky of love above and still wake up to the dream of reality despite the fact that you are an insomniac of passion and zeal,
and it feels really real. Is it within the realm of possibility to conquer the kingdom of moments and grasp time in your fist? It's a huge risk!

Actually, it's not that complicated, soon like the bright moon of fortitude it will become faded.
Past has passed, present is our present and future is never ending non existence.
However, if you plea a puerile penance and enter into the essence of true transcendence, y
ou too will witness the horizon of never ending non existence.


Submitted October 18, 2006


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