Ms. Latifah:
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=86382052

faaiza, listen to her stuff, esp the "i'm looking 2". got critiques?

a letter to put in your little binder of reasons to live.

managing colleagues' spiraling fragmentation of the soul
is highly inconvenient and practically unprofessional

evasive and noncommittal
harrassed by the tedium of life
our inner producer does not approve

sound makes you passive and self-indulgent

there's nothing like a conversation to make one feel human.

a night of interplay between freewill and destiny.

down with bureacratic b*tch monsters

juxtaposition of dance under theatrical lights and solemn prayer in an empty moonlit bedroom. a crescendo of pain, passion and purification.

otherworldly

rock boots, $150, but so worth it
on my wish list

the intimacy of witty souls kills me
its extreme, profound, revelatory
and then it's gone, like it was never there at all
bc we noncommital artists have massive attachment issues
and incessant curiosity that propels us deep into the hearts of friends
and drives our attention outward again for stretches of time.
without a bedrock of sanity somewhere in the core of our worldview
we are radioactive
though we project ourselves to the professional world
as rational human beings

room for volatility without falling into hypocrisy

love is like a dead mule

love is like an angry dog on steroids
like a rat gnawing on my veins

the well-adjusted legislate for the traumatized
and we expect there to be healing.

we live in a society that uses holidays for file management.

wants chained to the nafs.

buy kalie's dino-hoodie.

antiquated miseries

pushed boundaries push back

painted nails
the amount of attention they receive is so peculiar
little physical transformations
disturbs consciousness. i feel so manipulative.
"sassy" says katie
"are those sarah's hands?" says james
"you have long fingers" says kenisa
i threw at least three people's attention off track with dabblings of red polish. imagine what bigger things could do. and this is why people are addicted to glamor. the attention. the power.

securing even simple wants is rubix cube

sound design
fadel check
jasmine tea with soymilk and honey
curb depression, write furiously
please just write
please

liars, you and i.
trapped in the nets that enmesh our soul
fascination a mere morsel in meals of conversation
meals fasted voluntarily
for fear of over indulging
bitter sweet flavors
or choking with anticipation

i am not a failure
but i am an incredibly weak writer
three act structure is my enemy

flowers on the carpet
beneath my toes

WHY AM I SO FFFFFFING NARCISSISTIC
ignoring roommates to live in my head
is obligatory to write
but feels evil
and they dont see the visions in my head
they see me eating trail mix
and drinking tea
and blogging
and failing over and over to be pleased with what i write
WISH FFFFFFING REALITY WOULD SHUT THE FFFFFFFFFFFFFFWAQRFTWERFAWERF OFF
LEAVE ME ALONE TO SCREAM AT THE WALLS
TO CRY IN THE CORNERS
TEAR AT THE CARPET
PRETEND TO BE DEAD

physically nonexistent

why are you so hard to access?

the little girl next door
she knows me by name
but yesterday
she waved through the fence
and said,
"Bye, Lady!"

Pulled out of the driveway
"Bye, bye, Lady!"

So long are the days of
Miss and Ms.
Welcome to the present,
my Lady.

pigeons in my chest

Eid is a holiday
to come back from prayer
and dance in an empty house

elliptical truths

a gentle renaissance of the soul
within a particle the heavens glow

ethereal, atmospheric, haunting

under the heavens of a vast desert
let the clarity of a chill wind
carry the signs of truth
I am an incapable guide
and you are the best of Sustainers

purify my intentions!
sacrifice all yearning
for your will
your will alone

I am a soul weeping for your Compassion
with senses ripened for sincerity
inner thoughts frail and exposed

ways to kill an incipient fascination with another human being of the opposite gender (aka a crush):

*produce, AD, direct or any other time crushing activity
*destroy the beats that end a meeting gracefully
-without sacrificing professionalism
*identify the needs the person satisfies and devise new ways to sustain them
*read Qur'an, read Qur'an, read Qur'an

ways to fail at all of the above:
*washing dishes
*listening to person in question's music
*engaging in philosophical discussions with said person that are usu. reserved for private journals
*indulging prose inspired by said muse

dear God help me think clearly, it's Ramadan of all times...

I am a Soul within a body within a family within a history. I belong to her alone. I can hear her thoughts. I can feel her memories.

Cryptic mirrors.

Sunrise on the 134E: sunglasses and hands on the steering wheel that aren't mine.

Israel K's breath before he begins to sing.

Of Personal Legends and Universal Truths. The Soul of the World. Over Tea in Crystal Glasses.

oh how quickly one can become accustomed to a person's scent, their footsteps upon the earth, their laugh. preceding sight, what do these things signify?

the sound of breathing resonates intimacy