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Zuhair Burmi Poem
As I Rose
I took asunder, all trials and tribulations
And I rose toward the heavenly gates
with my book of good deeds in one hand
ready to show heaven who I was.
Copyright © Zuhair Burmi | Year Posted 2023
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"What is this strange place we find ourselves in
trapped in the open"
Our souls are imprisoned in these temporary vessels,
Some sent here for great things,
Others lost gazing at the stars,
One thing is for certain,
We all have been given freedom to do whatever we like whenever we like however we like,
However those who choose to embrace the inner
desires of their hearts
searching for the one who made them
These are the people that establish great civilizations,
and form covenants of moralistic notion
Divine scripture and set bounds to an otherwise chaotic time,
The ones who bend their knee to the one higher being
that formed them from nothing,
accepting that in the grand scheme of things
This vessel like the matrix, a computer generated software
that when its time is done, it will go back to the software,
Similarly, this vessel will go back to the dirt
from whence it came,
The losers on the one the other hand
gaze at the open spacious sky
admiring the stars,
but are too haughty or too lazy to go amongst them
They turn society into chaos,
corrupting grand things till it fits them,
making societies fall,
and unlike unwanted programming getting deleted
The losers are destined to burned,
completely forgotten,
completely unnoticed.
Copyright © Zuhair Burmi | Year Posted 2022
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It's funny, you live a life and the one who breathes that life into you, both seem too good to be true....
I was born in 1998
Fated to be the son of an Imam
The sun rose up and I guess i chose to human
Within the spiritual realm, I believe
We all had a chance to choose
The memory swiped away
I can only say
This vessel isn't pure
And the cure to my wonderous mind
Is the sight of my soul
But I guess death will only be my chance
So I got to be righteous till my last and final breath
Token of a slogan,
I wasn't made to be free
In this world you gotta pay a fee
Tests and trials, walking to the road
Full of sand gotta man up
And take this slab that I've been given
The preacher's son never held
His own,
Too many helpers, was written in stone
Don't know too much about my texts and reading them sometimes feels like
Psychological overture.
Copyright © Zuhair Burmi | Year Posted 2022
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The flowers are sweet with pollen
The grass is so green it looks fake
The trees stand tall as if they got something to say
The sun shines brighter and the heat grows with each passing moment
The clouds in the sky move through different cycles as if they're rushing to attain a goal
But the sky remains still, watching as everything below moves in synchronization,
Almost like a parent to some very particular children.
Copyright © Zuhair Burmi | Year Posted 2021
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The fun of this world is that my Lord is one. No mishaps or wishwashy mistakes on bending my in knee in prostration. My king is Allah and I wish to meet and greet him when my soul is taken to heaven. You see, my desire is paradise and I refuse to roll the dice on that dream, why waste being proper when the golden trees and rivers that are sweet to the taste, that will have my taste buds jumping in joy because oh boy, an everlasting stay in a place of supreme serenity, no vain pains, but everybody is equal and the people that made peace on this earth have eternity waiting for them.
My dream no matter how far it may seem is to have the fate of being allowed into the gates, along with my family and being greeted by the angels of mercy. To see foods of my liking spread across a table and to live in a kingdom without an ounce of rudeness. Noone calling me out my name, but I will reside beside people who have fame. They were good in God's temporary illusion despite all the confusion.
Copyright © Zuhair Burmi | Year Posted 2022
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I refuse to be used as shaytan's play thing,
Whispering for this and that, poking and prodding my pressure points,
To try to get me to give up and to sing the song of sinning,
But unlike a toy which you Push and it makes noise
my soul is fighting to stay up, like a diver coming up from the ocean
All the whispers can't hang, I'm out
You, the devil, are using your scary tricks and keeping up with your promise,
Can't harm me here so you try another way, than another way
But my soul combats you and we'll never give in
Inshallah, as long as this soul is attached to this body my fight
ain't over
Copyright © Zuhair Burmi | Year Posted 2023
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So we wandered across the old forest,
Our shoes full of mud, our clothes covered in water
The rain poured down? as a waterfall would
The sticks and stones were our allies
As with every step
We could hear the crunching
Copyright © Zuhair Burmi | Year Posted 2023
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Bismillah
I empathize with those things that take flight,
and I seek to speak to the masses,
To deliver the message,
and to spread the truth.
Copyright © Zuhair Burmi | Year Posted 2023
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