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

Songs to the Homeland
 

Eyes
That see what we don't
With sail eyelashes
Torn by the saltiness of the sea.
The fragrant of a susceptive rose
was at once in the dawn of a shining spring
breaks against the rowing mirror
When the wave leaves its awakening
For the mask of charming light
And leaves!

The veins of the intrigues…
Which grave warrants the smell of fragrance to you
In the time of disintegration
The miracle times are gone.

Which cloud is loaded by full moonlight
Which tremble is the chips' color,
When they rip ,they repeatedly repeat our names
digs graves from lemon
Graves ready for the coming.

There...
We will sleep as flowers
Covered by their nectar
And their virgin dreams
Their Rhythm…
Repeating their painful echo
 Like the waves of a sea.

The storm waits with her sword
Loaded ships with good health.
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The longing in this night
Ascends to the throat
Pulling out the light of the eyes.

The body
A room for a roaming soul
With the waves
That slumber on far away strands
Or perhaps
They will wander on wings of fog
With no homeland.

And from far away light barrows
We will wave our burned hands
In a hurry
Afraid of sailor mobs.

Dark nights
Sneak their silence
Like fog
To houses with smashed doors and windows.

The ring of death
In empty nights
I seek protection in my pillow
Under storming winds of car explosions
And I…
Look from the other bank
At the silver, traveling cloud.

Under my torn skin
Ribs
That embraces a ghost
Almost …
In the facing of seas without banks
Flows as a confused wave
And aspires skyward
Emigrates my chest
To a near sunset like the mirage.
..........
.....................
Another spring came to us
Loaded
With figs and pears
In small baskets
Like my nude chest
Waiting for your return.
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Until the wind stops
 From the wail,
An unhealed wound
Like the turning of Earth
I will wait for you
Burning light bulbs
And virgin beds by their white beddings
Not knowing repentance.
 

 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely

 Date: 06 / 22 / 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