Salik Adam Atiq
Stepping Poems
I can't recall the first verse
I rhymed the words
dervish
with wordsmith in
yet I quietly pray my perception
of them somehow now surfacing in
my life is reality
this inspiration takes place in
what was once considered
'down time'...
drowning in the cadance
and rhyme scheme of dream time
while awake
and often it takes a few minutes
to determine the difference
between random trips
through dreamscapes,
the consequences of my actions
and what has actually happened
so what happens is
a fear of God that I love
which becomes my only escape...
slowly taking steps with my state
and the living reflection in my life
of the line breaks and undertones
of these stepping poems
one of them is taken by way
of the word that's bonded to prayer
because I am required to pray
and it may be that I care
far too much about poetry...
and no number of His Name
mentioned over the rosary
can account for that
shortcoming I have
only His Mercy over His Wrath
allows for moments
when I can relax on the path
an speak, read or contemplate these
stepping poems...
one was written years ago
when I believe in love and being
in love
and falling in love at first sight
at open mic night under the dim lights
and over the chai just how I like it
and another was written now that I
believe in Love
and being with that Love one day
and over my chai
and though many don't like it,
some do
and some will sit and sip
just to
take a step into
a world of many
stepping poems.
The Floatwalkers
vision quests
you
and you see it
clear
one shaman's follower
says some poems
cast spells
one great shaikh taught
one student one thing
another student another
another thing
about this vision
questing you:
there is certitude as well
as radiant solitude
that cultivates
your patient, persistant, positive
attitude
which is the greatest gift
given you
open
it
walk through the thresholds
no more door
lock
or key
just a comforting breeze
behind you
giving you two options:
walk or float
on the wind
then begin with
accepting the vision's
quest
for the floatwalkers
13 storm clouds
may gather to
drop 4 drops of water
on 52 believers,
but only God would know
unless of course
the weather changing
technology
is beginning to be used for
good
optimism is obligatory
may God protect the walkers,
floaters
and floatwalkers
from over absorption of
etherial synergy of
extraterrestrial energy and rough
earth
'groundedness'
and may God further
protect them from
insinuations of insanity
amin
because the 'mentally insane'
upon and after diag
gnosis,
the 'symptoms' remain and refine
signs of meaning
sublimating mannerisms
change is challenging
until it is the mode of being
wellness
well being
PHYSICAL health is
the platform
for the floatwalkers
take care.
Resonant Earth Resident
free mason asked me,
"what's your status?"
and I said,
"When my mind states
a rigid position,
I ignore it
then bluntly inform it:
you are a victim of information overload
and you love fast cars
cuz you only know the pavement road...
go to sleep!"
my breath is omnidextrous
and knows its essence
when it's chi'in up,
surfin' speech
or merely restin'
...connectin' high energy points
to make it seem like I'm awake
as I debate the greater lie:
poverty's the fear of life or
you will never die...
one night I dreamt of Wells
of quartz Ore
beneath wheatgrass hallways
and cried, "It must be 1984!"...
I'm only 9 and this is still a metaphor to me
I awoke to find myself in tears confused
under an appletree
at some sort of summer circus of health food merchants
...someone passes me my ID,
a wrinkled dollar
and a Qur'an...
says you're legally not a vagabond
no go on
travel on the true path this whole situation symbolizes
knowledge is infinite
and my profile can fit
many disguises
...the gregorian calendar's message is:
the moon'll do my taxes,
but I'm better of timeless...
get to fell the planet's movement
air's limit of pollution
the only solution is a gradual improvement
...it's been written, spoken of, given musical rhythm
and even mimed...
LISTEN!
it takes the synergy of senses
to give birth to my existence
daily
...remembrance
the day is only a sentiment
to a resonant earth resident...
ingesting frankincense resin
gave my sweat a pleasant scent
like nonsequadors injected into the verse
to make the vibe less intense...
and you can take the abstract content
out of context
and the author won't get vexed
...THE REVOLUTION
will not be making any sense
and that's the only way it'll see success
I guess
so I don't count my blessings
before sharing them
on a good day
therefore adding two more...
the obscurity of underground catharsis poetry's
merely the fraudulent viewpoint of American dreamers
startled by our active choice to speak freely
...debates are often the market place
of resources for inner vision
and I'm know for word liftin' with conviction
so you better watch your grammar
and your vocab. closely
cuz choreographed dramatic irony
can be used to promote me
while I stay wondering if I'm even remotely worthy
for merely reciting poems,
sharin' good healthy food
and rockin' natural fabric earthen tones,
but why wonder?
when some amongst us
got skills to build bamboo mud huts
and others amongst us have discovered
that in Brazil the greeting is a pressing of thumbs...
still others meditate, contemplate their state and pray
even after the ego succumbs
...so while red necks and hipps keep preachin':
support your local farmers,
our culture will not be agrivated, permed or horded
because part of free masonry is how monetary currency
transmutes our vital energy...
tell me of any THING
I can afford it
standin' from the viewpoint:
all creation's resurrection's what's important
and who cares how long it takes
the synergy of senses
to give birth to my existance
daily
...remembrance...
the day is merely a sentiment
to a resonant earth resident.