Cosmic Dust

Recently my close friend, big brother, and creative mentor Ty passed away due to the Covid19.

I do not know how to do justice to his memory or even begin to convey the level of heartache I am feeling at his passing. I will be trying to process my grief through writing and some of that may or may not end up on this blog.

Until then I wanted to share this poem. I wrote it back in 2017. Ty had been criminally slept on during his career. I refuse to shy away from this fact especially right now where all of a sudden I’m seeing glowing tributes in mainstream media outlets that ignored him during his lifetime.

He had decided to take matters into his own hands and had pulled out all the stops to do a gig marking the 19th anniversary of the release of his debut album “Awkward” that was released on Big Dada. He had decided to perform the entire album, start to finish with a live band.

Anyone who’s followed Ty’s career over the years knows that he excelled at live performance, particularly when he brought live musicians into the proceedings.

I and so many of Ty’s die-hard fans could not wait for this gig. The gig was on May 31st 2017 and I wrote this poem in anticipation of the gig as I had been reflecting on his music and his friendship.

The first two lines of my poem were inspired by the following lines from Ty’s song “Closer” from his 3rd album “Closer“, the music video for which I’ve embedded below.

“Nobody ever said it was easy
and if they did they’re trying to tease me
I struggle with my demons discreetly
standing on my granddaddy’s shoulder
Trying to see more than I’m supposed ta
Can I get closer?”


The first two lines in my poem are a reference to the 3rd line of the excerpt from his song “Closer” above.

That 3rd line always pained me as it was Ty alluding to something that many of us experience and feel, but only he was brave enough to voice it on wax.

Here is the poem in its entirety

Cosmic Dust

My brother struggles with his demons discreetly
While I struggle with that
The flip side to wearing your heart on your shirt sleeve is you can’t be discreet while you wait for the wheel to turn
It’s jammed right now
And no matter how discreet I try to be
Unpacked emotions spill over in every interaction

I’m embarrassed
36 years on
I still can’t walk without crutches

My mother wanted me to be my father’s strength
I failed miserably at that

It’s all inverse
This prolonged adolescence
I need to snap out of it

Peter Pan syndrome

I was told I wanted to be a man in my 20s
And now a boy in my 30s

I’m a child in fact
I wish I’d inked Corinthians
Don’t care how many mocking & scornful glances it draws
It’s the one wish that has remained constant
It’s my totem now
Reminding me if I’m in that dream-like state the world strong arms us into 
Or if I’m truly awake

When I’m wake
I take long walks 
Powered by the voice of a mortal who was fashioned from the most magical clay & cosmic dust
I’ve shed tears while in the presence of people sharing their light
This person
He made me weep
Uncontrollably 
You’d think my vision was obscured through all the tears washing over my corneas
You’re wrong. 
Now I see clearly 

5th May – 2017

Trafalgar Square, London, UK

Ty – 1972 – 2020

RIP = Return if Possible

failing that

RIEP = Rest in Eternal Power

15 replies
  1. sharon glasgow
    sharon glasgow says:

    This is an amazing piece.
    I love the journey you share of this person who spends his life appeasing to his elders in his 20’s, only to retreat to his adolescence of innocence in his 30’s.
    We have all done this Haroon.
    My thoughts walked with your words they are that clear to me.

    An incredible tribute to TY
    Big Love ✊🏾❤️💪🏾

  2. Funke Adeleke
    Funke Adeleke says:

    I love this. It’s great to read about how he influenced you, Haroon. I feel he did his job on earth in his short life and I’m afraid like many gone before him, Tupac etc, he will only truly be appreciated now he’s no longer here. We live in a fickle world and he said it best when he said ‘you can only play dumb for so long, he’s trying to create farms not just pick cotton’. It wasn’t necessarily in that order. Anyway, he really should be everywhere. I met him on Cold Harbour lane while out on a walk one day around 2013 or so. I remember thinking he was a true gentleman because he made me feel like he saw me. I walked away from that small interaction with a lot of respect for him, and every interaction with him after that just affirmed what I thought of him the first time.

  3. stevetasane
    stevetasane says:

    beautiful tribute. I’m so sorry for your broken heart. For all our broken hearts x

  4. Layla
    Layla says:

    Haroon thank you for sharing this wonderful tribute and beautiful poem. I am moved by your words. ❤

  5. Deborah Carew
    Deborah Carew says:

    The love shown is beautiful. Your journey to becoming an adult and the difficulties to work through, you’ve captured so well. I look forward to hearing/seeing more of your work, Haroon. ‘Cosmic Dust’ for real. RIP TY

  6. BREIS
    BREIS says:

    Haroon. Love to you. Awesome piece. Very moving. You were always there for him over the years, know that he knew that. And he had your corner too. Speak soon.

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