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 Angel’s Pray
 

1

I plug my heart’s mouth
So it does not overflow pus
over again 

2

You filled it with pus
O you owners of twenty tongues

3

I see you, there
With the invitees
On a dinner party
Chewing the truth’s livers

4

My homeland that you tore
Was born pure
On the edges of it’s dress, the angels Pray

5

O you there glittering
How verily those veiled
To be hidden
All these years
Under your hat
And you didn’t spill their secret?

6

O God of the cities
That the sun does not shine in them
How verily is this ice to dissolve?

7

Near God’s names
In a pure mosque
They spend the night whispering
Where to drive
After dawn prayer
An amalgam car   

8

To our homeland …. Iraq
Our zerkia yamima *
They came
Those veiled
To poke her eyes

9

With all warmth
I open my heart’s window
I pick two flowers away
To hang them on
The homeland’s cheeks


 

*A phrase used about a woman in the past history that had very strong eyesight, where she was able to see the enemies from very far distances. After the enemies concurred her homeland, they poked her eyes out. From that day, her eyesight is used as an Arabic phrase.          

 

 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely

 Date: 02 / 05 / 2005

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