Serial.

Like Gilles de Rais, you feigned innocence so well, although you were heads and tails above the other inhabitants of Hell.  You watched with mock horror as Joan d'arc burned to a crisp at the stake, salivating as you fantasized about the next life that you would take.  You massacred me without an ounce of remorse until the deed was done, then you wrung your hands in agony as though grieving the loss of a loved one or a son.  Always a romantic, you saved my skull to keep as a twisted souvenir, Jeffrey Dahmer himself would be proud of how quickly you made me disappear.  Like a skilled magician, one shake of your wand and I was gone within an instant, amplifying your charm, you convinced the audience that my name in flashing lights was just a misprint.  Now follow me across the pond, where you gave new meaning to the red light with your silver knife, staying true to your idol Jack the Ripper as you sacrificed many ladies of the night.  White chapel turned into Red brothel as it searched but failed to discover your identity that still remains a mystery, your cold case and flawless escape ensured that you went down in history.  You fancied yourself a womanizer, believed you were irresistible to girls everywhere before you removed their hair, I would have sworn you were Ted Bundy, if he hadn't been a casualty of the electric chair.  Although I fail to find the humour in your murderous and senseless killing sprees, you seem to find it funny that you can be held accountable for the reason why clowns can send some adults cowering onto their knees.  Your contributions to society became null which each body that you claimed, wasn't it crazy, John Wayne Gacy when your crimes resurfaced as the killer coursing through your veins.  Multiple murders were your downfall and your disease, you should have stopped when you were ahead, then perhaps you would have been spared instead of being condemned to join the rightfully vengeful dead. Copycat killer, your crimes were just cheap imitations that still surrendered your salvation.  Rest in pieces never peace for the pain you inflicted on all of your innocent victims other than me, divine intervention will ensure that your suffering lasts in your afterlife eternally.

Fulfillment.

In the event that one day my mind malfunctions and ceases to exist, I pray that I have lived enough to be overcome with bliss as I sink into the abyss.  To simply hear the laughter of my children or to wipe away their tears when they are afraid, would be adequate compensation for the neuroses; possibly even a fair trade.  I want to be able to reflect on the lines of my face with pride, free from remorse and full of grace as I replay my memories of better times.  Devoid of guilt and confident in the life that I have built, I will live my life in such a way that even the process of remembering it is a thrill.  Every adventure containing enough excitement for one lifetime, each challenge accepted not just for the opportunity but the lesson it would provide.  By seizing each new day and being thankful for every breath, I am not afraid to accept that all good things come to an end.  Equipped with the knowledge that we all arrive here with an expiration date, I have always believed that we are the masters of our own fate.  By taking the reins and accepting that which we cannot change, we ensure that every moment counts until we arrive at our soul's final interchange.  Though two roads diverged in a yellow wood, I chose to appreciate the allure of both instead of accepting, like everyone else, that only one could possibly be good.  I want my future hands to be intricately carved with deep, discerning lines to tell the story, of a man who understood the value of everything in all its magnificence and glory.  Unburdened of grudges that only make us uglier day by day, I plan to forgive, forget and fumble on without allowing hatred to lead me astray.  Every second will be cherished as time can not be wasted, my mouth will fill with flavour as I thank God for all of the wonderful foods I was fortunate enough to have tasted.  I know I will be fine when I reach the finish line, despite the loss of my mind, I will still know that all the love I have ever received was enough to transcend space, consciousness and time.

Human Race.

It was often assumed that because of the colour of my skin 

that I would be inarticulate or unintelligent, 

as if a person’s worth was measured by the content of their melanin.  

I was ashamed my parents were from Pakistan when I was young, 

then I grew up and realized that it was society, and not me, that was wrong. 

Ostracized by my peers because of their inherited ignorance; 

often confused, I tried to ignore my own dissonance.  

Although I was born in Alberta and this was the only life that I had known,

I started to believe that my race was a sin for which I could never atone.  

Disenchanted by the discrimination, I began to lie about my ethnicity, 

unable to reject my ego’s stubborn insistence that race, colour or creed were direct reflections of my identity.   

As I matured, I gained the confidence I desperately needed; it was my finest hour. 

Until my celebrating was shattered by news of two airplanes colliding with the twin towers 

by nameless, and Godless cowards.  

I began to feel diseased, like my skin was covered in cancerous fleas. 

The world suddenly seemed to turn on anyone that even remotely looked brown;

bigotry was blind to whether someone was from the Middle East or Cape Town.  

Targeted and then debased, 

history repeated itself like slavery, civil rights movements and genocides that our ancestors were forced to face. 

Disgusted by the human race, our creator sighed 

by the way we had evolved and diverged from our pure states. 

Though I always identified as a Muslim, I began to feel displaced 

as I had been raised to love everyone regardless of their beliefs, values or race.  

Never told to condemn another human being as I was taught as a child that we were fundamentally the same. The omnipresence of threats of jokes about curry at my expense was actually a blessing 

as they showed me that I possessed wit and resilience, something my tormentors were severely lacking.  

To this day, blanket generalizations are the one thing I cannot tolerate; to demonize an entire group because of one person’s hate filled mental state is only successful at revealing that one is illiterate.   

It has become more common to invalidate our bonds 

than to appreciate the longer list of ways in which we relate.  

The similarities from one human to the next are endless and astounding, 

from the placement of each atom that we are to our anatomy; 

yet, we are tricked into being afraid of our own brothers, explain to me again why and how this is a democracy. 

Aware that social categorization is the cause for viewing things in terms of us and them,

as though some of us are made of dirt whilst others are somehow gems.

We have delineated from love because of centuries enraged by different ways

of praying that it is not too late for the world to change.

Eighth Wonder.

The Taj Mahal exists as proof that love like this should not be missed

Pyramids in all their wonder do not compare to our thunder

The seven seas do not contain enough water to quench my thirst like you do

The world in all its magnificence was created just for you

Everest in all its majesty could not take me as high as you

Mysterious Stonehenge try as it may does not intrigue me like you do

Pisa's leaning tower would stand upright if it had you for support

The Colosseum would be lucky to host your sport

Modern marvels like the CN Tower or the Empire State

Would be awestruck by the beauty our love emanates

The great wall of China's ego would deflate

when unable to relate to a love that is this great

The city of lights in France, once synonymous with romance

will replace Mona Lisa in the Louvre with the masterpiece that is you

Art collectors from far and wide, will make pilgrimage to see your nature divine

You will tour the world's museums as the most rare and valuable find

Ice caps would melt in admiration from being exposed to you

Greenland was named after its envy for you

Atlantis would resurface to see why you are such a treasure

Though I would refuse to share you, my wonder, in all your pleasure

There is so much beauty that occurs naturally on this planet, that sometimes I cannot stand it

and I question how God planned it, then I think of you in all your glory, you're perfection

and I thank the universe for making me your selection

No need for diamond rings, blue sapphires or gold

Fancy cars, luxury so far are not needed if it's you I'll always hold

No material possession could compare to your worth

You are my obsession, you beautify this Earth