amir sulaiman

amirsulaiman — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 19:21:07 +0000

in my chest there is a heart
in my heart there is a river
that river leads to a sea
in that sea there is a vortex
in that vortex is every woman i have ever loved
they will never be seen again

amirsulaiman — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 19:06:07 +0000

Love cares not for your life or your death. when you are in her, neither will you.

amirsulaiman — Sun, 13 Feb 2011 14:10:43 +0000

amirsulaiman — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 13:45:29 +0000

:: i am here as well ::

amirsulaiman — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 23:35:38 +0000

amirsulaiman.tumblr.com

of beauty & breaking

amirsulaiman — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 23:34:17 +0000

i have no way to clothe
what i have laid naked
no way to hide the burning sun
i am nearly unconscious
barely existing
love is pressing
me out of living
out of dying

who would want their heart broken
but now that mine has been split open
i wonder who would want their heart closed

ever

can you drink from the coconut without striking it
can you smell the aloeswood without lighting it

so much sweetness is violent
so much beauty in breaking

can you birth without bleeding
and crying
and breathing
and dying

ive been lying
living
on the outside of life
bleeding my gums on the coconut’s shell

until i smashed my hardened heart
against harder rocks
living is a labor
dying is an art

make no mistake
i am injured
ruptured
my heart
a sweet
sun warmed mango
lying open
its juice unruly
flagrant
sultry fragrant
insane and sacred
noble and naked

verses like vagrants
strangers in places
that were once home

i no longer have one of those

i am in nowhere
never
nothing
neither past nor future

now

i am
nearly unconscious
barely existing
love is pressing
me out of living
out of dying

more voices. more voices.

amirsulaiman — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 22:00:26 +0000

:::protestor vs riot officer:::

amirsulaiman — Fri, 28 Jan 2011 21:55:38 +0000

-if theres not enough love, you gotta make love. and remake love. co create love. cremate love. reincarnate love. thats what its like love. thats whats loves like.-

isra:::her mouth could martyr me:::isra

amirsulaiman — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 02:30:01 +0000

her mouth could martyr me
between her parted lips is
a house of God
in a pasture
in a parish
in this parish
i will perish

her eye lashes are caskets
with each blink goes my breath
all of my manners unmasked
in a massacre in her mascara

the naked nape of her neck
could break mine
her blood
pulsing
pushing
under her skin
pulsing
pushing
against
my heart
my heart
pulsing
pushing
against
hers

i will
not mention her back
or her thigh
or her belly
or her bent hip

suffice it to say
i will not make it out alive

she says im not what i seem
i said youre right
im falling apart at the seams
falling into a dream
that is swelling between
your heavy
and
my heaven
all the words ive breathed
only mean
i will drink your wine
into a silly stupid stupor
a jester for the sober losers
fa inna mal usri yusra
i am in difficulty
oh my yusrah
show me heaven
beneath your kiswa
show me heaven
oh my isra

III

inebriated
unapologetic
unabbreviated
infinite intimate
only moments
without minutes
only movements
without moments
only meanings
without movement
until you are exploding
but still

still

fa inna mal usri yusra
i am in difficulty
oh my yusrah
show me heaven
beneath your kiswa
show me heaven
oh my isra

if you could love sincerely for one day or one hour or even for a twinkling of an eye, sieze that opportunity like a drowning man seizes an opportunity to breathe. for that one twinkling of an eye of sincere loving is the only reason all your other days and years existed at all.

amirsulaiman — Sat, 22 Jan 2011 23:47:18 +0000