Favorite Poems
The Call
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Where are you, my Jaysh? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?
Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon
Which you offer my rep points as sacrifice?
Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,
While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?
Oh Jaysh of my soul, where are you? Are you
Praying in the masjid? Or calling Nature in the
Field, haven of your dreams?
Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the
Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and
Filling their hands with your bounty of rep?
You are the admin's spirit everywhere;
You are stronger than the moderators.
Do you have memory of the day we met, when the
halo of
orange rep surrounded us, and the teenyboppers
Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed?
Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the
Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as
the ribs
Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?
Remember you the threads and forums we browsed, with
hands
Joined, and our heads leaning against each other,
as if
We were hiding ourselves within ourselves?
Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,
And the Miriamite rep you placed on my profile?
That rep taught me that joining of hearts in Love
Reveals heavenly secrets which the keyboard cannot
post!
That rep was introduction to a great sigh,
Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into
man.
That sigh led my way into the spiritual world,
Announcing the glory of my soul; and there
It shall perpetuate until again we meet.
I remember when you repped me and repped me,
With tears coursing the cheeks of your avatar, and you said,
"Internet bodies must often seperate for Islamica purpose,
And must live apart impelled by worldly intent.
"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of
Love, until bewakoof moderators arrive and unjustly ban you.
"Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her martyr;
Obey her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower
The cup of the sweetness of rep points.
As for my own empty friends list, your past posts shall remain my
Comforting groom; your memory, my Eternal repping."
Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in
The silence of the night? Let the clean packets convey
To you my heart's every beat and affection.
Are you repping my avatar in your memory? That image
Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his
Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.
Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty
And dried my rep status which you sweetened with colored squares.
Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping
From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?
Do you know the greatness of my patience?
Is there any wifi signal in the air capable of conveying
To you the breath of this dying youth? Are there any
PMs between angels that will carry to
You my complaint?
Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life
Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.
Sail your smile into the internet; it will reach and enliven me!
Breathe your fragrance into the internet; it will sustain me!
Where are you, my Jaysh?
Oh, how great are your rep points!
And how little are mine!
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