Read this article on Asif's ghost bike written by a complete stranger. http://homelessmoon.joskinandlob.com/?s=asif+rahman
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
MySpace.com - Asif Rahman, the Metaphysical Lyrical Wizard - 23 - Male - JAMAICA, New York - www.myspace.com/asifrahman
I've created a myspace page for Asif so that I can stay connected with his friends. He had many friends and they all love & miss him very much. Read their comments on this posting.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Asif Rahman | ghost bikes
Read the ghostbikes project memorial page for Asif. A ghost bike was installed at his accident site, a plaque was placed on the pole. His friends and family placed flowers at the road side memorial for him. In June a memorial bike ride was held and in July a press conference for a bike lane was held at his ghost bike site.
Asif Rahman, "Lyrical Wizard," Dies at 22 - News
While studying in Queens College, Asif was involved in the college newspaper "The Knight News". Read the article in the newspaper.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Poems & Arts by Asif
Color of Color
by Asif Rahman
Why am I scared,
Like how Black is impaired,
To exist like floating leaflets
Riding wind that has flared.
Look to the colors flying by us
In the air that we breathe,
Giving life to living beings
Who inhale with a need.
Now tell me this...
I see babies being born in all shades,
So why persist
Spreading feelings that evolve all from hate.
We were all born from seeds
Planted in the same soil,
Showered by the same rain
And the sunshine's bright coils.
Your petals may not look like mine,
Though we both smell as sweet.
We hold hands with our roots
Planted firmly like feet.
We illuminate hearts,
And feed the hungry and starved.
I dare not to cut you down,
For I know who you are.
I see myself in your image,
I feel your struggle in mine.
I see compassion in your heart,
I feel your opening mind.
You help me in my journey
And my hand follows your's,
If we see between the colors
Then our futures will soar.
February 13, 2008
You Know Me[?]
by Asif Rahman
sometimes i just wanna BUMP it
blasting like a trumpet
sweating bullets like kalashnikovs
expansing dewey decimal like asimov
when i bumpstand CLEARstand 30 FT away
wear goggles and sunglasses
bitch who the FUCK you thought i was?
i'm not like you 'bumping' rap music
i'm becoming, redefining,
the paramaters of what hiphop is
and
you still can't find out what THAT is
cuz you ain't what I am
but i never talk about how real i keep it
cuz that's the best secret
thank you jones, nasir-
the spark plugs in my head have been blown to shrapnel shears
i'm more intergalactic than black nasa fabric
you tapped into my way of living-
bypassed my soul
standing with dirt up to your eyes now you breathe coals
fossil fuel punk bitch
fake rolling cunt click
i'll be the first one to say I AIN'T SHIT
just an atom in the fabric of being
too small to be seen
an entire lifespan flickering faster than a dream's scene
but my rawness- you will not match
my plans- you cannot hatch
i am the king organizing an upheaval of injustice
suckling the hungry malnurished from my OWN teeth
you still tryin'a get fake spinning rims
yeah- you're damn cool, DAMN cool.
my bad-you feel too much anger interpreted through my pentameter
my passion reaches the poet's pen
while your's reaches a henny bottle's end
dirty shit talkin', dumb cluck hen
lay an egg and stay in your pen-
you couldn't fly the coop with jetpacks
or even get the point with thumb tacks
so sorry if i'm angry-
the world expects more from me
but next time-
think twice before ignorantly ignorin' me.
January 15, 2008
Love’s Dream [The GREATEST Lover]
by Asif Rahman
who am i to dream of love?
except the greatest lover to see with two eyes
and walk with two feet
no i am surely no one to dream of love
only to be dreamt of by love
[because love is the one that dreams of me]
for if i were to dream of love
i would wake up with its longing
instead love hits the snooze button and finds me flashing through her mind
but you can't have me
how can you catch a sparkle of light that can't be grasped by hands
too blinding to directly see
ever-fleeting unlocatable
but once i'm caught i'm unescapable
although, you can't escape what hasn't caught you
i throw no nets cuz nets need tending
and i'd much rather enertain the beauty of the setting sun
than be made idle with supervision
i need not keep vigil for honey
for i am the heavenly nectar which trappers search for
precious within myselftrue throughout my ideals
upholding within every angle of my foundation
December 13, 1007
How I continue...
by Asif Rahman
It makes me think
The life i've lived will be summed up in a blink
Too fast to be detected
Too miniscule to be seen
So before my heart stops bleeding
I'd like to carve open my chest and see it beat
For once watch the rhythm of dance that keeps me alive
Perhaps it isn't just a mere thumping that perpetuates my existing
I can imagine there's more to it
That my will to exist and achieve are the parameters of my continuation
And my soul is as important an act as my physical organs
In the play of my today
Where the scenes change without the closing of curtains
Where the ending becomes the beginning and recyphers itself
I am self perpetuating because of my love
By the blessing of the highest.
Enigma of Life
by Asif Rahman
let's find out the enigma of life tonight
everything you've ever thought can be solved in one night
that is life
because we exist as we always have
the before is as the future, for we are living in it
let us time travel through time, all time
how is this second any different than the last
the warmth felt now is the same warmth felt in the past
same as biting cold which always seems to bite
how am i different now than i was before?
that is why i can see myself years before
the same as i sit here now sitting then existing being
what is the secret to my life?
is it that i live the enigma of life without pondering what it is?
i live moments as dispensable
where in actuality the worst second has been as valuable as the best
i should treasure life as lifenow as the best
and the worst as even greater
only then will i have put together the pieces
of the jigsaw of life
standing back, mouth agape
staring at the wonderful picture of...of life
November 6, 2007
What is tomorrow?
by Asif Rahman
despite today's technology
tomorrow it will be better
so who am i today?
i need an instant evolution
jumping steps past myself, becoming someone higher
becoming myself as something else itself
retaining the self in a new meaning
a question proposes itself to me
and instead of pondering of the question
i ponder of my search for the answer
i wonder if the will inside truely exists
who do i want to become?
today i sittomorrow i shall stand
but when will i run?
those who run must fall
but how can i teach myself how to pick myself up if i've never fallen?
now i look forward to painfor without wounds, i can never heal.
Asha
by Asif Rahman
I want to write your name with an ink too deep to be reached by pens,
An ink nestled deep within a well that has been long forgotten by living ages,
But when I find that ink I will be at a loss,
For I cannot find a piece of parchment that can bear the letters of your name,
I would write it on gold,
But gold would melt,
I would write it on fire,
But fire would extinguish,
I would write it on a diamond,
But I'm afraid it would crackle to pieces out of shame
that it had found something more beautiful than it,
So I write it in my heart,
And pray that blood does not gush forth from my chest,
Smear-staining the walls of loneliness that surround me...
April 16, 2007
Butterfly's Desire
by Asif Rahman
Tonight I dream like I've dreamt so many nights,
To escape would be wonder,
To escape the reality of me
While remaining with it,
I can look with my eyes as long as I wish,
But what vision would I have gained?
I have seen the life of a young man
Through his eyes,
Felt his heartache as mine,
For that's what it is.
My pain, spiritual, has embodied itself in the realm of men,
It begs of my attention and brings question to my entity.
I am lucky, but I am alone,
I struggle up hills which I wish not to climb,
I roll back to where I came from,
Dust myself off,
And look greedily at another hill.
You,
O' You,
What is it like to be a spectator in my life?
To view has no consequences,
But to live is to die.
Sometimes I look for a hand to hold,
A hand that is free from uneasy restraint,
That does not worry of tomorrow,
A hand that can return embrace
And translate emotion by way of touch.
The hand must come to me,
Attracted by the magnetic force of destiny,
But I try to force the hand,
So she waits in distant darkness.
She waits for me to become cool with patience,
Strong with belief,
And unwavering in discipline.
But I am a butterfly with microchip wings,
I flutter in the sky and short circuit with the wind,
I need only a net to be caught in,
Not a hand to be held by.
One day I perched upon a flower and grew sick of its nectar,
When I was offered foul excrement,
I flocked to its ill abode,
Only to realize that the fruits of my desire were bitter.
Now my tongue curses me with dastardly flavor,
While the flower watches in awe
Of a butterfly laying in waste.
January 21, 2007
Art by Asif
Sunday, August 10, 2008
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