LAST SONG OF A MAN DEDICATED TO WILLIE LAWRENCE MURPHY. WRITTEN APR, O9

LAST SONG OF A MAN DEDICATED TO WILLIE LAWRENCE MURPHY. WRITTEN APR, O9

THIS IS A POST THAT I WAS HOPING WOULD BE A LONG WAY AWAY. MY DAD DIED MONDAY HE WAS 74 YEARS OLD. ALWAYS BY MY SIDE EVEN WHEN I WAS AFAR, HE TAUGHT ME TO FISH AND TO HUNT. HIS FAVORITE SAYING TO ME WAS 'IF YOU LIVE A DAY AND DONT LEARN SOMETHING NEW THEN YOU JUST WASTED THAT DAY.' I HAVE LEARNED DAD AND I HOPE THAT I CAN BECOME HALF THE MAN YOU WERE. I WAS WRITTING THIS POEM ON THE MORNING BEFORE I FOUND OUT WHAT WAS GOING ON.IRONICALLY I WAS THINKING OF HIM AT THE TIME MY BROTHER CALLED. MY DAD USED TO SAY ' WALK THE STRAIGHT LINE, DONT VEER OFF THAT LINE, NOT TO THE RIGHT OR LEFT, STAY ON THE STRAIGHT LINE.' WHEN I BECAME MUSLIM THAT PHRASE TOOK ON EVEN MORE MEANING. MAY ALLAH WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS OLD MAN. THAT WAS MY NAME FOR MY DAD, "OLD MAN"



ROADS THAT LEAD INTO THE FUTURE WHERE CURVES DO NOT EXIST.

CRUCIAL JUNCTURES OF ALLAHS PLAN.

AS LIVES ARE LOST, ARMS AND LEGS TO THE GODS OF WAR, BEAUTY TO CRIMES OF PASSION.

FISH AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA THAT GLOW FROM WITHIN.

IN THE FACE OF ALL THIS LOSS AND GAIN MUST ORDINARY MEN AND WOMEN DRIVE ON THROUGH THE POUNDING RAIN.

A FLY IN THE AIR THAT FEEDS A BIRD, A BLADE OF GRASS FEEDS THE WORLD, CUD ON THE TOUNGE OF A FATTENED CALF.

A CHILD THAT SMILES, GLIMPSES OF ALLAHS PLAIN IN HIS FACE...SOFAS OF PURPLE TRIMMED WITH GOLD.

WALKS ON THE SURFACE OF THE CLOUDS.

IN THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE TRUE GOD, TEMPLES IN THE MINDS OF HOMO SAPIENS, HALLOWED HALLS OF ALLAH.

MUSIC THAT RISES TO A CRASHING CRESENDO AS THE TIME SEEMS TO GROW SHORTER BEFORE THE END.

YET IT WAS THE END BEFORE TIME BEGAN.

LOGICAL DEGREES OF VISUALITY.