is an arid tongue,
hope, far flung,
poetry, unsung,
waiting, knowing,
it’s not going to come.

It’s the beating of a skin-torn drum,
hearing the murmur of your hearts hum,
for odes that wont ever be sung,
you know, you just have to succumb.

Be content without, with only, some,
putting your hand in the same hole,
knowing you’re going to be stung,
leaving surety, to the whims of the young.

Don’t despair they say,
but I’m choking on impatient lungs,
it’s no wonder people end it early,
when anticipation feels like,
waiting to become undone.




we hope
because that is easier than admitting
we’re not in control

because it doesn’t leave the after taste of
being wrong

because that is more palatable
than tending to self induced scar tissue
than no mastication dissolves


He, hoped so much,
I hope, much less,
I know I’m not in control,
I’m that far removed though, that I am out of control.
That however, he never stooped to.

What folly overwhelms us,
what short-sightedness,
that our fortune be left in the hands of our feebleness,
or so we assume.

Hold our mind to lofty grandeur,
whilst starve our soul until it is a beggar,
sitting at the gutter of our heart,
asking for a dime of reflection.

We worry about the capitalists of the world
when we have enslaved ourselves,
dictators of self genocide,
we make ourselves extinct,
then turn to those worse than us for help.

Hucksters disguised as psychologists,
psychiatrists, counsellors,
when all we have to do,
is shut this mouthy brain up,
let the soul instead be the command centre,
the heart it’s companion,
the brain it’s slave.


Inspiration to live

inspiration to live

Is waking to  lung full of love,
Of morning mist inhalation,
Fresh with dew of inspiration.


She breathes in hope,
Imagining it an energised butterfly,
Dancing between her rib cage.
Each time it brushes against her insides,
It gives of itself and releases love,
Unfamiliarity, curiosity, inspiration,
Excitement and wonder through her whole being.

Thus, she looks forward to her next breath.

Can you guess who this is to?

Hopelessness, despair, depression, hope

In a talk about hopelessness and depression, Hamza Yusuf drives home the message for all humankind to stand strong, look up, have hope, change their focus and know their destination.

Don’t despair, be in it, be in it until your last breath!

Watch the short talk here: