Hieroglyphs on walls, sounds of nature
Artistic impressions revealing the story's nakedness
Sudden rush that turns on my bride,
The irresistible touch and vigor
Is worth my ink
Dates and unleavened bread
Jars full of wine, communally we drink
With music from the harp in sync,
I fly as the quill's tip comes to contact with ink
Before landing on the scroll.
Hammurabi must have sleep walked,
Slipped, fell and died on his ink
Stone tablets saved us from blindness
an eye for an eye; absolute madness.
Since Moses' shoes were not worth near holiness,
Barefoot I dwell in the mosque
Gently squeezing Tasbih beads in my heart,
Moving Himalayas from Nepal to Senegal
That's worth my ink.
How many Bin Ladens have they created
Despite claiming to have killed one
Again and again ask yourself
Can the world be a safe place?
With sons that can turn life to rubble
As the strapped clock tick-talks
The innocent souls to waste,
My word is worth the ink as i celebrate
Passing the tradition, generation to generation.
My Ink's Worth.
Started by fikrah, Jun 04 2011 07:55 AM
8 replies to this topic
#1
Posted 04 June 2011 - 07:55 AM
#2
Posted 03 July 2011 - 02:32 PM
word up.son thats some deep ish.
#3
Posted 13 September 2011 - 01:46 PM
fikrah said:
As the strapped clock tick-talks
The innocent souls to waste,
My word is worth the ink as i celebrate
Passing the tradition, generation to generation.
i love this closure!!
mad props to the piece bro!
#4
Posted 10 March 2012 - 02:00 PM
I will always come back and read this...I will always do, this piece is worth an ocean of ink man
Deep write bro.
fikrah said:
Hammurabi must have sleep walked,
Slipped, fell and died on his ink
Stone tablets saved us from blindness
an eye for an eye; absolute madness.
Since Moses' shoes were not worth near holiness,
Barefoot I dwell in the mosque
Gently squeezing Tasbih beads in my heart,
Moving Himalayas from Nepal to Senegal
That's worth my ink.
Slipped, fell and died on his ink
Stone tablets saved us from blindness
an eye for an eye; absolute madness.
Since Moses' shoes were not worth near holiness,
Barefoot I dwell in the mosque
Gently squeezing Tasbih beads in my heart,
Moving Himalayas from Nepal to Senegal
That's worth my ink.
#5
Posted 16 March 2012 - 10:31 AM
im feeling this right here...ur ink worth needs to be paid with more attention. Where did all the poets go?
#6
Posted 16 March 2012 - 07:37 PM
Dopeness bruh. your imagery were on point. u brought ya A game into this piece, i should be paying u more attention. damn! i wish i can learn ya language so that i can understand the lyrics in your audio works. kudos!
#7
Posted 22 May 2012 - 08:24 PM
Speechless, love this site..mad props man
#8
Posted 28 May 2012 - 07:43 PM
The world killed Jesus. They said pharoah denied him his rights but it was judas who was right in his bestowed. lol. Same things repeating hey... Krash Korse.
#9
Posted 15 June 2012 - 07:45 AM
Now poems like this are the reason I can't leave AHH. I wonder where all the poets at? Nice piece.
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