Before Me

You've passed before me,

I know heaven smiles at your mention,

Memories shared between blue skies,

I pray,  we touch souls during your ascension,

Morning dew, childhoods we once knew,

Smiles and laughter, tears and anger

What this life puts us through,

You're my blood, even if you're not

Even if we parted separate trails,

Two ships with separate sails,

What do you see beneath you,

How frail the mind of man,

Headless , we carry on

Oh how sweet the taste of life,

How bitter its aftertaste,

Forgive me,

you know now what I feel,

Silent prayers in mahogany hues

Cold whispers with warm feelings,

I miss you. 

The Wayfarer

I walk past a wayfarer,
Her attire soiled by muck and mire,
What distances did she traverse,
Where has she been, does she tire,

Her solemn gaze steals my sight,
There is wisdom in her wrinkled visage,
As she peers on into the night,
Whereto do you travel,
In this darkness with little light

I feared she would not answer,
For strangers often offer their spite,
She betrayed my fear,
And spoke her plight,

I visit the shores of Sirius,
I hear heaven is in the stars,
Lord of Sirius, I pray that it is not far,
I am told it is brought near,
To hearts that love and fear,
Hate the heartless but adore,
Strive to mirror greatness,
And more,

I speak words of a forgotten future,
Of Gabri-eel and Micha-eel
Of Jacob and Isra-eel,
Of Noah and Moses,
Of Prophets of Old,
Would that the fate of humanity unfold,

I am told, it would come in time,
In a world that would sing in sin,
And godlessness their hymn and rhyme,
In a world filled with baseness,
With no limit to their crime,


Let the heaven's withhold their tears,
For clouds of darkness reign upon its sands,
Deserts in the breasts of men,
for the sons of Adam no longer roam its lands,
Only, their flesh, with hearts cold from satan's hands,

Even satan now follows their lead,
The sons of Adam, nay, they are of a different breed,
God save these children, oh how I pity this seed,
That is now all but born, to soar to its Lord,
Now abased by the hands of its own deed,

Oh how we walk arrogantly upon its land ,
That by uncovering function that makes them grand,
God forgive this foolish band,
How it rushes to erase the authors name with his own pen,
But there are no limit to the letters of God,
And no limit to the foolishness of men

So let those who recognize glory ascend
the foolish will only live their lies and pretend,
I pray God forgives me and forgives them in time,
For fate spares no falsehood
and man, will surely plummet to his end

Manora

The sky mellows its eyes above me,
Endeared letters inscribed in divine ink
Tips of fallen feathers,
Angels that soar within,
Melding the doors of my heart
Writing your name on its handles
Knocking, that perchance it will open
Torrents of enchantment,
Love, my entrapment
Concealing life's scars,
The scent of peace,
As your presence passes by,
Put me to sleep, oh Lord,
But have me by your side,
Let fate light my manora
In the confines of your heart,
How few my candles
But how close are love
Entwines.
Lighting the darkness of
my prison,
my heart.

Destiny, I've been told

Destiny, I've been told,
favors the brave and the bold--

Our self-will steering the course of our ship
in a sea immersed in Gods waves'

The wind would seem to betray you, as you drift into forlorn Islands, only to find his treasure',

The waves, ferocious, as ever
I tremor, the thought of salvation
Keeps me a float

In a world, heavy as sin, you'd think
It won't be long, before i drown, i sink

But Desinty, i've been told,
Favors the brave and the bold--

How many men have drowned in waters,
Where the torrents of evil neither soften nor quell,
Their vigor as merciless as eternal hell.

But, the Lord watches over the Sea,
Most Sublime and Glorious is He,
Who knows the folly of man?

And knows the reaches of their souls
Casualties of self-love, buried in hearts of coal
in its bottomless pits, lightless, dark, and cold

Destiny, I've been told,
Favours the brave and the bold--

How many a man, Seized by divine light
Martyrs of the soul, Victors of life's fight

Their compasses set toward God,
And so too the course of their flight
Servants of the Most High

The Ever-Living, Ever-Present, Lord of Limitless Might
Their wings, strands, of divine Glory and Praise

Subhanallah as their hearts sore and raise

Destiny, they've been told,
Favors the brave and the bold--

They have recognized the heavens
Are at the core, the nexus of their soul
Nearer indeed, then the blood that pours
Through their veins,
The rise is imminent, for all that does not conform to his will, will ebb and wane

Let all bear witness,
Let the revolution unfold

Destiny you've been told,
Favours the brave and the bold.

[Abbreviated version, of the Spoken Word recording]