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 Expatriates Moan


Paralysis in thoughts
Tremble in drowsiness
And the morning on the verge
Of the fission
Like a glittering grain
Between two mountains
The earth is not capable of embracing it
Sends its meteors from time to time
Like appetizers before the main meal
In a five stars hotel.
The trees tremble
Barefoot
Their blood flows from their heart- the earth -
To climb its face - the branches –
And dye it in red color
Fear or shame
Like the girls’ cheeks that
Dangle like apples
Their bodies tremble
From the praise of the boys that’s
Dipped by appetite.
I dry my sweat
Moans kill me
Knouts whip me
And a languid moan far away
A miserable autumn moan
Climbs my lung
Ohhhhhh
From an unmerciful dawn
The shadow moans
And the forest’s night dissolves,
Crawling…….
Like a snake frightened the morning’s eyes
The sky reveal to its vespers
The secrets of the dawn narrations
O this latent secret in myself
Slow down
If my country’s imagination got in motion
And appeared
I become frightened like a sunflower
O my sky’s sea don’t go down
The waves are violent this season
A biting winter
 I know .......
The wind is roaring and storming
And the coming flood is frightful
Or the bewitch coming is more beautiful
I don’t know
It will come with rainbows
The tailored black days
By the human's yellow teeth
Like my intestine by its yellow old age
Like dunes of the sand in forgotten desert
But ….
To where the way with my pain
You are the absentee about me and the present
is this mirage or sea?
for the sea worlds as I know
Ships
And fish
Swim in its intestines the adorers of God
Praise the God whatever in the sky
The sea is life
Not illusion
And the dunes of sand
Expatriates and blood
From Baghdad
To Raffha *
Till the grave.

* Raffha : city in Saudi Arabia
 

 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely

 Date: 03 / 25 / 2004

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