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A Request
Over here
The time stops
In the wide corner from the cosmos,
The time stops
In domains that infinite
From doorsteps of shooting stars,
The time stops
Everywhere,
The time stops.
Then
The demonstrations follow in succession
From all sides
From all people
those who were born and died,
Those who were born
and are still alive,
And those who will be born,
Carrying candles
That spurt vermillion blood,
And the signs they tore
From the blue clearness of the Iraqi sky
Written on
"God"
Hasn't Iraq's ground had enough blood poured on?
Detroit
4/5/2004
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The Third Birth
Every time
I stare at the sky
Blue,
Wide,
Clear,
And far…
Ohhh!
O God
Why didn't you create Heaven on Earth?
On the hooves of an aloe
falling stars Green
In ladling of orphan hood
We built it stories
Confused...
We exclaim Allah Akbar
In the dark night
Like scattered coal.
The vast sky's forehead
And what's between it and Earth
Middle of the ways
The angles cheer
Here I am!..
From the ring of sound
The sky tears
( From the higher )
And the stars fall
Like beads of the pomegranate
In the Kother*
dish.
We are silent
Without shadows,
And names,
From the sky's wide open windows
We jump from vacuum
In boats
Without sails
We overflow
Longing
We hunt for smiling moons
With the silent angles
In a dream
Unborn yet.
We come from the vacuum
Gray clouds
Our steps
Our smell
Like the herbs of stars
We sparge the talismans
And our eternal spring
Had started.
* A river in heaven.
Written and Translated by: Said
Alwaely
Date: 06 / 30 / 2006
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A Mug of Water
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