إشتد البرد

إشتد البرد

١٧ أغستس ٢٠١٥

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أنظر فأنظر

هل رأيت عينيا؟

لقد شكتا

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إلمس فإلمس

هل أحسست بشفاه

نطقت بلا؟

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إسمع فإسمع

هل سمعت أنين

آهات الحلق؟

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العقل ملَ

من قول نعم و لا

فإلتزم الصَمت

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نطق الجسم

ولكن لفظه

إشتدَ ضعفا

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ما سمع القلب

لقد جمد فيك

و نطق الجسم

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نزعت ثوبي

و في لوية وحدى

نزعت قلبي

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إشتد البرد

تركتني عارية

لا ثوب ولا قلب

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متى تجيؤ؟

متى تجيؤ

١٥ أغستس ٦٠١٥

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متى تجيؤ

يأَس العين دمعا

كلُ ظل ظلُك

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قبَلني المر

سار منك عسلا

تغيُر الذوق

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و رنَ قلبي

تابعا لحن وترك

رنين الآهات

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قبَلت ثديي

في أحرج أحلامي

فكتمت السِر

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متى تجيؤ

يا الَذي خان السِر

كل ذل ذلُك

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All the promises

All the promises

1 – 10 July 2015

The hours still stand by

As space expands in morrow

Slate of time dilates

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Crops burnt in corners

Lie idle remnants of past

When food was mundane

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Eyes wide with glory

Mind quenched with victory’s thrill

You rule, King of dark

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Corpses pile aflame

Memories of hearts that loved

In vanity died

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Thrill of chase vanquished

Idle thoughts of loyalty

String of hearts like pearls

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I believed a lie

Intoxicating promise

Of a brave New World

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Forse

Forse

9 luglio 2015

Ti guardo timorosa ma sperando
Che i tuoi ricordi mancano all’appello
Che il tuo cuore ascolta più della mente
Che solo dei momenti velluti giri ritornello
Ed inebetita rintraccio le strade passate

Forse avrei trovato il senso della vita
Dentro le lacrime che cascano sul tuo volto
Dai tuoi belli e scuri occhi infossati
Accesi come due braci fiammeggianti
Diamanti incisi nella tua faccia scura

Forse avrei trovato uno squarcio di cielo
Soffiando parole dimenticate nelle tue orecchie
Le mie labbra vicino ai tuoi templi brizzolati
Dove il battito cardiaco si illumina svogliato
Dove la mascella dimentica di stringere

Forse avrei trovato il motivo per sorridere
Nel delicato chiarore del tuo naso storto
Appena sopra il piano di curve
Che porta all’angolo dove la tua labbra piena
Trova finalmente nuova gioia nel nostro abbraccio

Perhaps

9 July 2015

I look upon you fearful though hopeful

That your memories have missed a call

That your heart listens more than mind

For only our velvet moments to recall

And dazed, retrace features of the past

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Perhaps I would find the meaning of life

Within the tears that roll down your face

From your beautiful dark sunken eyes

Blazing like two flaming pieces of coal

Etched diamonds in your rugged dark face

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Perhaps I would have a glimpse of heaven

Whispering forgotten words in your ears

Lips close to your greying temples

Where your heartbeat glows listless

Where your jaw forgets to clench

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Perhaps I would find the reason to smile

In the delicate flare of your crooked nose

Just above the curvaceous plane

Leading to the corner where your full lip

Finally finds new joy in our embrace

I walked down to the river

I walked down to the river

26 June 2015

 

Trickle of water

Ran upwards from spirit’s palm

Defying physics

Challenge to set intentions

Opened reservoirs of grace

 

Spring fresh gushed onwards

Streams forming in its light trail

Moving upward drive

Elevated concepts rose

Scaling mere fragments of thought

 

Land formations thinned

Water seeped in through all cracks

Deltas met their end

I walked down to the river

While it flowed down to the sea

 

Seagulls mewed faintly

Their sullen voices beckoned

Ocean’s thunderous cry

Flooded in white light that roared

Source stood in wake of my call

Out living a lie

Out living a lie

24 March 2015

 

 

Green nails raked the ground

As the gardener combed on

The moss-ridden land

Covered in nebulous clouds

My mind sought to soar above

 

Stone split in splinters

As hammer drove on heavy

Heaving with the might

Chest weighed down by force of mind

Imploded into ashes

 

Woodpecker carved on

Its beak relentless into

Soft bark that bled red

Delicate core oozed crimson

While iron cage survived time

 

Dark whispered to light

As crying voices withered

Out living a lie

Stale truth in form broke feigned bond

As mind outlived memories

Dark matter

Dark matter

13 – 14 March 2015

Poppies red in field

Danced to the wake of sunlight

Before stillness hit

Like an earthquake hearts burst out

From withered poppies that shrank

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Crimson hearts pulsate

In their naked agony

Frail and bodiless

Slender frame responds shaking

As the hearts begin to beat

❤

The throbbing hummed on

Beating to the rhythm of red

Cast on sea of hearts

Ocean in heart responded

While I picked them one by one

❤

Feathers gathered pink

To gushing crimson fountain

Soft they had been once

Mellow in healing touch

Hands extended I faltered

❤

Sewn across bodies

Shells picking up a new life

Hearts reached out in vain

Tight writhing chest echoed dull

As my arms withdrew sullen

❤

All I had was ink

Dark matter spilled on my hands

As I waved goodbye

My mind walked on free yet tied

To a bottomless low tide

❤

Traces of you

Traces of you

1 March 2015

 

 The moon waxed in sight

Of sparkling lilies that shone

With eerie brightness

In glaring light of your thoughts

A haunting split in heart lurched

 

Stars high receded

Giving in to the dark night

That crawled over us

Like an octopus creeping

Lurked the traces of discord

 

Night’s black ink rejoiced

Taking over all terrains

That skies led astray

You wronged me in directions

That led to our every way

 

The sky vibrant cried

Its muffled voice in grey clouds

A requiem stark

In wailing of our heart’s death

I left no traces of you

Les meilleurs ennemis – The best ennemies

Quand l’amour a été décimé, tout ce qui reste à un couple lorsqu’ils ont des enfants communs c’est de les partager sans les déchirer. Les besoins ainsi que les souhaits de ces enfants doivent primer sur les besoins et/ou les souhaits de chacun des parents. C’est sur cette base essentielle que la justice devrait construire ses principes législatifs

When love has been wiped out, all that is left for a couple when they have children they share is not to tear them while sharing. The needs and wishes of these children have to take priority on the needs and/or wishes of each of the parents. This is what justice legal rules should be built on essentially.

29 août 2010 / 29 August 2010

Les meilleurs ennemis

 Il faut de tout pour une vie

Les meilleurs amours, si unis

Cœurs épris  et meilleurs amis

Le partage de tout, des soucis

Le poids des années que l’on vit

La distance qui peu à peu s’établit

Le fossé se creuse encore et grandit

Plus rien, plus personne qui nous réunit

La découverte du réel, enfin le corps du délit

Le désespoir, la déchirure, le pardon, le doux oubli

Pour enfin se regarder et se voir là, les meilleurs ennemis

Et rebelote… ou peut être pas cette fois-ci..on espère, on prie

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Best ennemies – why love is blind

It takes sorts to get life lighted

The best love, the so well united

Loving hearts, best friends invited

To share everything, all worries spited

The weight of years that one lived excited

The distance settling, by indifference incited

The gap widens and grows with solitude delighted

Nothing, none to go back, by nature’s rules we abided

The discovery of reality, finally the corpus delicti sighted

Despair, tearing, forgiveness, sweet oblivion sadly decided

To finally look on and see in us the best of enemies highlighted

And begin again ..or maybe not this time…we hope, we pray, blinded

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