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

Thirsting Hay to Spark

On ropes of splendid lights
Like eyes to eyes
Extended red tentacles
An octopus
Graceful
Like the spider.

Glides from turbulent ocean waves,
His pinging breaths
Pulsate in the vein
Rings
Like the bells
In the fog's memory.

Clearly obvious
weaves the storm
And the compass's tip directed eastward.
In its fins' buzz
cracking in ringing things Holes
Its breaths,
 Foam in a silver sea...

And in the choppy dust's tattoo
The street's whispering sticks
Like angelic fluff
In waves of sandalwood and lemon.
The ears prick,
The necks stretch
Slippery like water.

Their buzzing footsteps are coming
One after another
In a holy calm method
As if they're children
Returning from great sadness.

With no clear glance
Their eyes are cavernous like saucers.

And after bouts
From a long recurring common cold
They come,
An immense group of thirsting hay to spark.

Distances spread out
Debility awakes on its back
But,
They come
With dark eyes
Like holes in the ground.

Mouths
sadly, Tremble
Bundles of piled hunger
Life
slaughtered in meat
And bones dripping tears.

They carried the shadow,
Clattered,
In all directions.
Wracked all the hedges
And the distances blew out all the generations' candles.

The pain
In yet undiscovered meat.

And the strange sadness in it.

And over there
The dust rises
For settlement
Everywhere.

The men
Mechanics extended long
darkness In soft
Like glamour from the membrane
For the lustful ardent love
Covers a flash
Under a sensory seduction
Stuffed
In a knife
takes out the intestines
In enjoyment like the lust
And the civilization
In its crown's blood icicle
It lynches
In the light of day.
 

 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely

 Date: 06 / 26 / 2006

A Mug of Water

A Mug of Water

Nude and slender
The dawn opens its eyes,
In-between its eyelids
A polar twilight,
A tremble...
Dangled
The sky's arms.
Fading,
Like the morning star,
A rhythm ...
On the flow of pains,
Vapor of the head
Loosens its ambush ...
The things are servile
Like the far away horizon…
Earth,
Like a blue drop of circumference
In the dark corner
Its light: the stars.
Centers
Come and go
Heavy blindness
Pervades the circumference,
And the dawn
Possessor of white hair
Emits his intestine's crowds
And gnaws the aim.
Dome Blue eyes
Dangles
From depth of the maze…
Eyelashes covered by branches,
Created Like the haze of canyons
And hide the secret.
An eternal desert
Golden cinctures
Dances in-between ear and ear
Its gray tail
The depth of circumference.
The summit of the patch slides
Like a surreal pole
And in a gelatinous cave
An earthy progeny lime
Like the tropic snakes Inhaling the fire.
And then for the vapor be
From coronation of a lie like a coronet!
But the truth
Like the air which we inhale,
Mug of a water Achromatic,
Taste,
And smell.
I hear the gulf under the rocks,
To sheathe my soul
In the veins of my bones,
I watch it slide
As a fish In the neck of a bird.

Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely