Eric G. Alleyne
Port of Spain Trinidad
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Ishmael

Once the ink is dry
The destiny is set
The feet are planted
The Walls are built
The Demons are slain
The Rivers run high
The Path is clear
The Yesteryear's and forgotten
The regrets no more
The Stars do shine
The Wandering no more
The tres are green
The air is sweet
I long for peace
I long for time
I long for a peaceful path
I long for the blossum so pink
I long for the silence yet I await the essence of her touch
Maybe in the grave then will I know
There are too many that seek
For I am the Mountain Uhud
I have the picture of Makkah and Medina
They are the anchor in the deepest seas
Must I tell you of when the faith can leave you
Of the many times hungry and fasting
Of the many days and nights of prayer
Of the waking and going to sleep
Of the days when walking seemed the only journey
I made the pact and I am complete
The thorns prick my feet in the denial of yesterday
Yet I continue with the firm perserverence
cling to to my heart to my cerebellum
I am the last of my kind
This I know, never will I submit to anyone or any thing
I revile aand curse those that will not submit to the light
To the One true Lord
For those that gather and experience my poor reflections
Have but a chance to gather the pearls from an expansive sea
I hate to tell you that Islam means Submission
Anyone who submits to the higher power is Muslim
I will die with this in my herat the belief the courage and the strength and the hope
I am not perfect to say the least but I strive I climb I grow I breathe
I learn and I know
That each day I know nothing I am nothing and Muhammad is his Messenger
A slave of my Lord Allah
A mosquito to the expanse
A dropp to his majesty
Seeking forever to wash the sins from this mottled frame
Who am I
Ishmael Abduallah Muhammad Ali
Servant
Slave
Brother
Father
Teacher
Poet
Friend
Who is my Enemy
The Dark ones who choose to keep all those enslaved
I am the bright sword the torch the fire the light for the Greatest Light and Knowledge that I have come to know My Lord and Reedeemer
Allah
Well the tale is eternal
The past is the past I live for the Akhirah the garden is my quest Jennah
To nay that wish join me for the road is hard the reward is sweet
Home
Sooner or later I will return Inshallah
Ishmael
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