A log on my sofa iswatching through the windowthe potentiality,in the facing cement holes.With tired handsHey attendees!Light, tones, and furnitureA dream is wandering in perpendicular mirrors;Bare-walled room.Distant sparks delude, ofkindling, the firewood of the soul.How could you be identified with this momentum!?In the last sceneNero calls his love,She comes with a lyre;How real- are these… Continue reading Fight Club
Category: Reflections
Somehow
Those who discovered life and singing, first lovers rather Who, by letting go Enough is -supposed to be enough, Tracing roots up to the Point There is no rhymers’ pension around; other casts away Indians and more, First couples! A strange, mixed-up, charming complexity dots of green behind the Sahara, Vanish under the twinkling night… Continue reading Somehow
Report -i-
Hovering around the still body, to hangone foot above the ribcagethe soul bird in a worn-out papyrus;back laid, drifting on a cloud of white.Just like breath, unnoticed between linesoverweighed by tons of paper.This is meant not to sleepcontrary to talks about old chinaBoring, dying is no more newshollow slogans’ lie never quit.
اختبار (1)
فراغ يظلّ قاحلا، مهما أمتلئمتعضيّات خصاميةحواراتُ صوَرٍ صامته، معهافي فجوات الإسمنت..تزدهر الأوكانأناجيل صبرٍ و لا بيان،فجائع موقظة.كم تسوس الهوس بين الالغامتطول الروحُ حتى كأنهابلا ثأر و لا مأوى.برزخاً دون الأغيارابيضٌ يُفضّ و يُطرحمنديل الحسرة، يلململنفثات الكسرة.بعض الأعقاب
Wave in the Dark
Humble, like a homo Erectus should beOr stuttering slowly approaching words;Is it the wood, or its’ shadow behind, which sneaks from the wormhole on the lens?Let the boy claim something beforehe childishly dies;Guess now, as the gates openWhoever competes with her joy!?Shivers and itches are all aroundNo sweat!Be ready for what isa bit softer than… Continue reading Wave in the Dark
Dilemma
… In unknown directionsIf they are just admitted to exist;coloured pencils besides the plentyof toys ahead.All, came to minor characterIn some improvised show.Sidewalks slide , likegym running machinesfor the spoiled pet, whose foot fallsEcho, as randomas the curses that thrown down,from staggering pedestrian.
EX (XIV)
A Troy’s horse like, gloomSuffocative in a room of mirrorsWhile otherness is not around.No numbers, letters, colors, scents…Or it is just the presence of totally mistaken unknown, perceptions As though being pushed from some tree homeScratching tin with nails and teethA taboo after another, along…That was long before you reached for that self-cloning, and me,… Continue reading EX (XIV)
Friday Baker’s Dozen EX.
Neither reality nor vacuumget that destined to be troddenworn out sickening the metaphor.Some pass by glancesat the slow-spinning triangleabout some stretching circumferences,A sort of watching, other than flies.Being over flooded with popcorn, hardlythrough countable leaksrise as thin as thread“Mercy, Enuma Elish!”No vacancy for complains, exceptfor a living room tablecircled around by the base of the… Continue reading Friday Baker’s Dozen EX.
EX (XII)
Shifting sides! Braille again, is scattered all over the fingerboard as seasonally. Pleased by, this time an autistic’s pole spun around by random schizophrenic characters in improvised windmill fighting stages. Some talk about a Ms. Right, in nursery, as she trainsp the same team of lefties. Goodness! Leaks! There are these thin beams of light… Continue reading EX (XII)
EX (XI)
Something to wonder, how to handle! Claiming what meant to deny, Those who can’t see, don’t ask either: “How scarce it is!?” Lightly, though it does tread on the same temporal ground. -I’m on! Blind for an eye to steer At hands, as also over the glass table fragments of frittering times, diminishing chronometers that… Continue reading EX (XI)
Scale Fixing 