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

The Golden Harp

Once the horizon whinny immerses
In the disappearance of sunset,
The shadow of twilight,
Combs his long hair,
And the moon,
The sobbing of his eyes wrapped with the clouds' paper.

The sea inhales the dark dusk,
His mirrors,
Fear of the successive days
The nosebleed of time!

Rocks of the black pasturages,
The shadow of the thorn bushes
And the green color dances in the horizon
Courts the tree's branches
That paralyzed its fingers
On the broken edge of the drought rivers.

The echo's air-conditioner
Pulsates in the abysmal valley
And the hums of the mountains
Unruly horsebacks.

By some of this sadness
The past is sated with the legend of an imbecile,
And the sky's wind
raining ragged time
A sparkling chin started...
A sun,
Stars dancing on her light
With no return.

On the mien a bird where I once loved the spring prays.

I reveal with my time
Between the first dilemma... And the second!
We burn together as barbecue for cats and dogs
In falsification of mazes tattooed by the disease of grandeur.

_ In what stupidities in that mirage does the summer knead
In eyes of the ruin
Mercilessly!?
A harp of angelic clouds
The clairvoyant sinew its strings
They fill the passed on boredom baskets for the peaceful death,

Faces reveling endless days
Tattooed by the gasp of thirst
Followed by the mill's crows
Desecrates the golden harp's note

The misfortune of blind claw
Dangles from the ceiling window…
What kind of virus catches the insurgence?
Never ending bounty cries
And the fifth lane's tanks
Cheer with red shirts!

 

 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely

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