2. Wanderer
For my love
I needed
A bone
To discover
My ancient smile.
~
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
1. When Elegance Weeps
****
Soul I Love
Candle Flickers;
And Night
Tender
Yawns.
Life’s Loves!
Meanings Recede;
And Elegance
I Hear
Weeps.
~~~~~~
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
Convulsing Pleasures
My woman passed me by
Some years now
Years ago, yes
I suppose
I believe in the wilderness she lived through
Winds that haunted her explicitly
Insisting on delivering anguishing pains
Somehow, un-nurtured, unrestrained
Exactly as her will, lust and flesh were
Well, for me, I - unbelieving - saw it too
Wherein threats threaded their fearsome paths
Gathering ever mightier forces
And exploding within all her convoluting
And yet expanding endlessly passions
Within violent quivers and contortions unseen
In God’s history
In one finale crescendo, I swear
Fearful, it can be to you
But fear not, I say
Fear her not
For, you know naught of her carnal resilience inner
Triumphs savagely over her entirety and existence
And what then
Will you think as you behold
What then will you dare to relate unto unknowing others
Will you, can relate on her
Her pleasurable gasps of madness
Her convulsing, frenzied satanic sublime ecstacies
What, then, can you dare say unto people
I know
Nothing
Perhaps
Little, or else
Insane fugitives, eternal
We too shall
Forever be
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC
Love is what people
Told you to Love
And so you did
And so you became frantic
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 5:55 AM UTC
AN OLD SUICIDE NOTE
1995
Ayad Gharbawi
From my eye
That once
Used to win
And now
Getting to be
Upset
In my own blood
That is still
So unreal
To me.
So goodnight to all
Farewells!
Now I can gossip
About Death
That so far
May happen,
Just happen
Tonight.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 5:36 AM UTC
A MADMAN’S GESTURE
In rooms of a time I called yesterday
The evenings were red I felt
The sunsets meant something final to me
A pointless hand gestured meaningfully
A sentence expressed passions
Where else did I paint scenes of life
You saw the conversations
The attempts
In instances hopeful
I cried once or twice
To create
The hope of love
And fullfilment, how strange
Glancing nowhere
Walking somewhere
Where do I exist?
I can be, I can love
Yet, in loneliness’ laws
Who is there
To love?
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 5:35 AM UTC
A Love That Not Even Jesus Could Live With
Sweetness
My sweet love for you
Was bitter for you
It was
All in all
Far too much
Too much
For you
I guess
I know now
Even love may wash away
Seeking escape from my worries
What you felt for me
Was what?
Was it
A Love that
Not even
His Holiness, Jesus could live with?
And so,
So many,
Out there
Will prefer crucifixions
That are endless
To a quiet and deeply adoring patience
That I had for you
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 5:34 AM UTC
A MADMAN’S GESTURE
1995
Ayad Gharbawi
In rooms of a time I called yesterday
The evenings were red I felt
The sunsets meant something final to me
A pointless hand gestured meaningfully
A sentence expressed passions
Where else did I paint scenes of life
You saw the conversations
The attempts
In instances hopeful
I cried once or twice
To create
The hope of love
And fulfilment, how strange
Glancing nowhere
Walking somewhere
Where do I exist?
I can be, I can love
Yet, in loneliness’ laws
Who is there
To love?
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 12:24 PM UTC