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Sometimes

Things are beyond planning

And life doesn’t always turn out as planned

You don’t plan for a broken heart

You plan to be young forever

You plan to conquer the universe

You plan to fall in love

And be loved forever

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You don’t plan to be sad

You don’t plan to be hurt

You don’t plan to be broke

You don’t plan to be betrayed

You don’t plan to be alone in this world

You plan to be happy

You don’t plan to be shattered

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Sometimes if you work hard enough

You can get what you want

But most times

What you want & what you get

Are two different things

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We mortals plan

But so does Allah in the heavens

Sometimes it is difficult to understand Allah’s plans

Especially when His plans are not in consonance with ours

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Often

When he sends us crisis

We turn to Him in anger

True

We cannot choose what Allah wishes us to carry

But we can carry it with courage

Knowing that He will never abandon us

Nor send us something we cannot cope with

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Sometimes Allah breaks our spirit to save our soul

Sometimes He breaks our heart to make us whole

Sometimes He allows pain so we can be stronger

Sometimes Allah sends us failure so we can be humble

Sometimes He allows illness

So we can take better care of ourselves

And sometimes

Allah takes everything away from us

So we can learn the value of everything he gave us

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Make plans

But understand that we live

By Allah’s grace

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Sufi Girl

https://yabakientelbaki.wordpress.com

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editor

Rawclyde!

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The surfer girl photographed here is Claire “Bevo” Bevilacqua, a pro from Perth, Australia.  She has won many competitions…

Semra Polat, who I identified here as Sufi Girl, humbly & graciously accepted my reblogging of her poem & I’m very grateful…

Peace!

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Enter Platonic Man

by Rawclyde !

Twirling like a po’ boy’s yo-yo

Like a holy dime

Like two friends are supposed to rhyme

Is Platonic Man too late?

The woman knows pain too well

Pure beauty & truth took a bullet

A po’ boy needs a second chance

But will he get it?

Probably not

Po’ boys never get a second chance

Unless a miracle occurs & the moment is right &

All the signs are brilliantly bright

Woe is ye & woe is me

Are creeps forever

Are two friends never

Is it too late for Platonic Man?

The stars are swirling

The sky is unfurling

Swear to God I can’t do anything right

Twirling twirling

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

Stars

by Rawclyde !

Everyday after dinner

I wait for day

To go away

I can hardly wait

To dwell with the stars

& my heart’s guitars

Twanging for her

As I lay on the ground

Blanket thrown down

Is it really

To no avail

To once more set sail

To be

At her tattoo side

To get balled-out as “Creepy Clyde”?

In the starry trembling-train night

Ahh, the mighty dreams

Ohhh, the flighty schemes…

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Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

Drummer Photo Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

Art by Giacobino & Fedini at Deviant Art

(color modified considerably) & by Disney

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Mystical Phenomenology

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by Rawclyde!

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I see it in your eyes

Briefly on your belly

It’s there in splendor

The glorification of everything

& nothing at all

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Unlike embalmed scripture

You are living testament

Gobbling fish n’ chips

Heaven’s gate a chatter

Upon the threshold I swoon

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Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

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Yonder

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by Rawclyde!

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His lips caress her stomach

Her hand plays his head like a skillet

Ghost Face wakes up

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All those stars out there

No longer are of geometric design

They are scrambled

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He steps on the accelerator

A spitball leaps

Into the red hot coals

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Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

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Girl Scout of America

“Indubitable, Waskly!  Indubitable!”

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Baby yourself with a smooth landing

Try it, you’ll like it, unto eternity

At a careful little fire in a measureless night

Where each thorn is a gentle quiet reply

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The ground here is our planet’s cleanest

The universe provides no better place to sit

As it swirls your tallest tale above us

Old Rye’s reminder:  you are good company

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In fact it turns out you’re the best

The only one beside yours truly

For hours we say nothing

This pleases the cacti choir no end

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Rawclyde

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(Art Copyright Beth Neely)

(Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016)

Waskly Wabbit on Dead-End Woad

I had

no water

no water

had I

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The two canteens

I

had

were dry

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Cool clear H2O

outta

a

 mountain well

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Woulda made heaven

outta

this road

to hell

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This road that

led

to nothin’

but a dead end

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With-

out

any

wind

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 With-

out

any

soul

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Nothin’ but dead leaves

lay

in this empty

dead-end bowl

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And rattlesnake bones

that yodeled

“now where yuh

gonna go-oh-oh-ohhhhhhh?”

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I stood n’ stared

at them bones

n’ thought

 “Oh no, oh nooooooo!”

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And clouds of

gnawing gnats

made it

plain to seeeeeee

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This was the

dead end of

death

for meeeeeee

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On The Tip Of Your Nose

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It’s pretty damn obvious to me

The favorite rest stop of the universe

Is right on the tip of your nose

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Your particular nose

The one on yo’ face

I hope it’s no burden being informed of

This particular miracle & happenstance with which

We all must live ~ that the favorite rest stop

Of the entire universe

Is not on anybody else’s nose but yours

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I’ll leave you alone

I won’t harp on it

I’m shore there are other matters

You must focus on besides

The tip of your own

beautiful

nose

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Yours truly

Rawclyde

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(Art by Lhianne & Genzoman)

Breaking Bread

by Elvis Bojangles

Here we sit

At table

Drinking coffee

Talking & chuckling

You

Your muse

&

I

Every once in a while

I get up

Replenish

The cups

At first I think

Your

Muse

Is me

Then I think

The inspiring entity

Only looks

Like me

Then I realize

The indescribable might not even be

Male or female

But an it

Finally I get up again

Refill the cups again

We all continue

Talking & giggling

&

We

Break

Bread

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

Adam/Eve image by Cretu Andreas

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