“Don’t hurt me” She said.

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By Ali R Ilyas

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Poets In Love

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How wonderful would it be to fall in love with a poet.

For us to collide, creating splashes of colour from the black ink that fills our veins

Our Hearts pump for the words that sooth our brains,

Our Bodies sway in the darkness, making poetry in this madness, that is Life.

By Ali Ilyas

Good Against Evil, Really?

Too often we make a mistake, we view this world in light of fairytales and biblical stories. The great war, the good against the evil, God against the Devil.

I realised this as I was sat in a room with American diplomats, within my breasts I carried this passion, this fury. Ready to divulge into the evil that spouts from Americanism, as I directed my thoughts to which they responded. I realised that it was me that was being close minded, viewing the affairs of this world as simply good and bad, failing to appreciate it’s true complexity.

Although their answers in this particular context were not satisfactory, nor did they lead me to change my position on viewing American foreign policy as unsavoury. But in thought of trying to understand a perception outside ones own, it occurred to me. The world is so much more complicated than Good vs Evil. Sometimes evil is used to achieve good, and good is disguised to do evil.

You can not simply end or bring about peace by simply adhereing to your own self perception of righteousness. To an extent, percieving yourself to be on the side of good, brings with it an automatic sense of superiority or superior morality. Naturally this will not sit well with the side you oppose, seeing them as inherently evil. You must appreciate that to the other side, you are ‘evil’ and they are ‘good’. Just like fear, this narrow approach stems from ignorance. Life is more complicated than black and white or good and evil, we must not get lost in its complexity, to achieve this, we must keep our minds open and our hearts sincere.

We must attain a sense of purity. Which is not someting found in sexuality or naivity. It’s within our very breasts, tucked away within our heart.

We must use this, to navigate ourselves through the complexity of what is good and what is evil.

“But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not” [Qur’an]

Roses are Red, Sugar is Sweet.

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They say roses are red,

they say violets are blue.

But something tells me they just don’t know the truth.

The truth about the life that we abuse,

the truth about the life that we choose.

We are institutionally educated to an extent that we become

uneducated.

They say sugar is sweet,

but it makes you obese.

A disease.

Fatty reserves of sweet words, makes you blind

to the universe.

As your perception is nothing,

but a perception of your own perception.

By Ali Ilyas

OFFICE DESK ][ Spoken Words (Written Version)

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OFFICE DESK

Sitting here, at the office desk longing to be free, starring at the map and over analysing what I’d like to see, where I’d like to be.

Running down past palm trees, the sun kissing me as my hands caress the sand trickling back to the beach, as it longs to be absorbed back into the earth.

How I long to be absorbed back into the earth, to be a part of its majestic beauty, free to roam in the wind.

Sinless, the devils whispers no longer influence me. I no longer have an ear, as I no longer need to hear the words that try to influence me, as I am free.

I’m deaf, so the people won’t lie to me, I’m blind but can still see the freedom of a beautiful destiny.

Where the heats not to hot, and the breeze not to cold, where I can grow old…..within the depths of a dessert so wise so humble.

Awakening to a rumble of papers, and telephone calls. Still sat at the desk a mental trap created for you and me, whilst the rich and the ‘go getters’ grasp our destiny.

A destiny to be free, to roam the earth that was created for you and me.

But we are stuck in a concrete wall, so the vision of palm trees can’t be seen.

Forced instead to a desk, and told that this will help us make a nice comfortable bed.

Instead, we are just stuck in a cycle, whilst our destinies spiral.

I guess God only helps those who help themselves.

So unless we grasp what we want, what we need, what truly makes us happy.

We will be stuck at an office desk still longing to be free, starring at the map and over analysing what we’d like to see and where we’d like to be.

By Ali Ilyas