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Salmane Driouch May 2014
I am told,
You think I am too old,
  I am more precious than gold.
If you listen to me,
I will take you to a wonderful world;
I'm supposed to be oral,
speaking
of
myths,
legends,
fantasy,
and the supernatural.
When you listen to me,
Then you'll know,
How I become young,
How I live so long.
I am who I am.
Everyone knows me
and
all
the children love me.
I am not a lie,
In me you can find the truth,
That roots
you
To
Your Past
and
To
The Orgin
Because,
It's me, the oxygen,
That
Cultures breath,
And
The nitrogen,
With which THEY fly
Deep
In a blue sea,
Like a White Dove,
Like a Magical Butterfly,
And
With which They dive
High
in a Blue Sky
Like an Incredible fish,
Like a Blue Whale,
in a Fairytale.
I have no specific author,
You can be my author.
I have no specific time,
For all times are mine.
I had lived in your Heart
An Art.
I had had only listeners  
Until I was put in a Book.
I was Invisible,
But
Now you can see me if you look,
Or
GUESS what?
I am Unseen,
Though you think that's me on that screen.
That's not me,
For I have always been...
A Mystery,
That speaks
Of
Happiness
And
Misery,
Of
Kindness
And
Treachery,
Of
Poverty
And
Luxury,
Of
Honesty
And
Trickery,
Of
Freedom
And
Slavery,
So
please,
Hurry
And
Listen to me,
Before you go to any cinema or library.
For I am
The oldest Teacher
And
The honest Preacher.
I think you know me well now,
So ask Grandma how?
When you wish to MEET me.
I can be for you a guide
And take you to another side,
I can make your world wide.
If you follow me, Child!
I can take you to the Woods,
I can take you to the wild.
In which
Animals
Talk
And
Trees
Walk.
And
In which
A Witch
Has
Hooves ,
And
An Ant
Wears
Gloves,
And
In Which
A Wolf
Sings,
And
A Horse
Has
Wings,
And
In Which
A kingdom,
And
Many other Bewitching Gems
Of
Wisdom.
Salmane Driouch May 2014
I am told,
You think I am too old,
  I am more precious than gold.
If you listen to me,
I will take you to a wonderful world;
I'm supposed to be oral,
speaking
of
myths,
legends,
fantasy,
and the supernatural.
When you listen to me,
Then you'll know,
How I become young,
How I live so long.
I am who I am.
Everyone knows me
and
all
the children love me.
I am not a lie,
In me you can find the truth,
That roots
you
To
Your Past
and
To
The Orgin
Because,
It's me, the oxygen,
That
Cultures breath,
And
The nitrogen,
With which THEY fly
Deep
In a blue sea,
Like a White Dove,
Like a Magical Butterfly,
And
With which They dive
High
in a Blue Sky
Like an Incredible fish,
Like a Blue Whale,
in a Fairytale.
I have no specific author,
You can be my author.
I have no specific time,
For all times are mine.
I had lived in your Heart
An Art.
I had had only listeners  
Until I was put in a Book.
I was Invisible,
But
Now you can see me if you look,
Or
GUESS what?
I am Unseen,
Though you think that's me on that screen.
That's not me,
For I have always been...
A Mystery,
That speaks
Of
Happiness
And
Misery,
Of
Kindness
And
Treachery,
Of
Poverty
And
Luxury,
Of
Honesty
And
Trickery,
Of
Freedom
And
Slavery,
So
please,
Hurry
And
Listen to me,
Before you go to any cinema or library.
For I am
The oldest Teacher
And
The honest Preacher.
I think you know me well now,
So ask Grandma how?
When you wish to MEET me.
I can be for you a guide
And take you to another side,
I can make your world wide.
If you follow me, Child!
I can take you to the Woods,
I can take you to the wild.
In which
Animals
Talk
And
Trees
Walk.
And
In which
A Witch
Has
Hooves ,
And
An Ant
Wears
Gloves,
And
In Which
A Wolf
Sings,
And
A Horse
Has
Wings,
And
In Which
A kingdom,
And
Many other Bewitching Gems
Of
Wisdom.
Salmane Driouch Jul 2014
I will be the person others pretend to be
A man that suicides as the honey-bee
It dies and does not flee when it stinks
It gets drunk as it dies leaving drinks
Called honey! In which it sinks
It is so sweet and delicious
I like it, for it is obvious
It is healing and a cure
For he who is sick or not pure.
It is just a bee!
But it teaches what a Man has to be,
A soldier, a humanist, not a zombie!
I am a bee and if you touch my property,
My honey!
Make sure you’re ready for my sympathy
I am so generous but I don’t give for free
No one gives for free they say, even the scorpion!
You always have to pay, for you’re not the champion.
Salmane Driouch May 2014
Far away,
I observed an ant small
crawling on the wall ,
I wondered what she would do after all,
but she kept crawling away
and that is all.
Salmane Driouch Jul 2014
Because is not an excuse
Because is an abuse
Is a pause
Is obvious
I have no other questions but to ask
Which one of you wears that mask?
Is it you or you?
Tell me some words, even just a few
Are you the one who’s cursed?
Or you the one to be true
Please tell me
And I won’t beg more
I am torn
Or as you see I am neither alive, nor
Dead
Your words to me are sore
Haven’t you acquired some lore?
Haven’t you opened your door?
I asked you four questions
Yet I need only one answer
Tell me
Is it you or you?
When they see me they change the view.
Salmane Driouch Jan 2015
Near the bus station

A black head was standing

Came the bus

Was still standing

I wondered why!!

He also wondered why!!

Then we said

No one knows what's in The Black head
Salmane Driouch Jun 2014
Read them
and
redeem
yourself
from
Restlessness,
Lead them
in the darkness
of craziness
and laziness.
when thoughts
crawl
to dwell
in the brains cellules,
shyness
disappears
while ears
hear
silence
striking
a balance
between the noises
creating
alliance
against
my
Sleep.
Salmane Driouch Jul 2014
Life beats harder
Like thunder
Heard,
Like darkness
Viewed,
When you face it with anger
Salmane Driouch Sep 2014
I am lost!
I was searching for something
And I thought there I found it
I did not but actually lost it
I longed for that thing and I morn for it
Day and night and every minute
I thought of it, I was reminded it

Murmuring under the soil
Grinning with those black teeth
Scary and has no feet
Stretched by the way
Under the pavement near
Baby! Have no fear!
I am just kidding
Tonight is our last wedding
Forget about me because I just lost
Me!
Salmane Driouch Jul 2014
Is it because I am too nice,
You use me like a dice?
You gamble,
Grumble,
Stumble to ask,
About your task,
Wearing that mask.

Is it because I am too kind,
You think I am stupid, blind?
You play unable
For me to make you stable,
Able to fill your gap
Your cup
With my cup

Is it because I am too modest,
You look at me and protest?
You crumble, scream
For an ice-scream
Like a small boy,
Lost his toy,
Which he used to enjoy.

F!!!!! you my friend,
This is the final end.
Stay away!
Free my way,
The world is wide,
Go away and hide!
Leave me alone,
By my own.
Salmane Driouch May 2016
I have a house with me
Around me
It surrounds me
Wherever I go
It goes with me
Wherever I stand
It stands with me
And wherever I sit
It sits with me
I can settle anywhere
I can live here and there
Without fear
I live free
With my house next to the tree
Or by the sea
But many still call me houseless
Because my house is without an address
If you’re to send me a post card
Leave it with you
And I will come for it
This is just a thought
Feeling relaxed
Have asked for an answer
To bring another thought
That ought to be true or fault
Thanks for reading this CRAZY writing.
From the land of hash
Where I have just sat with my house
Salmane Driouch Jul 2014
Ramadhan here has come
Bringing happiness, so welcome
Congratulations to every Muslim.
Salmane Driouch Apr 2014
She says stay still
Some spies stare,
Steel Spring
A snail
Salmane Driouch Jan 2015
Steep *****

Praise hope

Take a ****

Cut a rope

Drink your toast

And fly

High

as HIGH

You can imagine!
Salmane Driouch May 2014
The  moon leapt,
I glanced at it ,
I had a long breath facing the sky,
I doubt someone else saw it

The stars shone frightened;
The sun earlier came to see what happened;
The moon had split.
Salmane Driouch Jul 2014
The poet's heart is sharp
Sharper than a sword
Its edge is a word
It cuts bored
Word
Or bird
Absurd
Pours in the cup
Blood
Mixed with fog
Mugged by a vampire
From a king of an empire
The bird sings a word
And adds a note.
Salmane Driouch Jul 2014
There where the rumors are made
Where the ghosts are seen fade
Hostages chained
Brought to for shade
Outside the sun is closer than the head
I was born here
Or at least near here
And I will be buried in this soil
Chained or unchained
Burned or even taken to boil
My body will add to this soil
I am serious yet not furious
But I am too curious
When my name is spoken
Broken
And I break the law my way
For that I am not shy
To defend my identity
My existence, my dignity
There where I was born
And there where the rumors are made
Rumors include a scorn
My name is sold cheap
Cheaper than my words
Salmane Driouch Jun 2014
My heart was harder than a stone,
Yet when she touched it,
It melted; so did my bone.
Through the eyes she reached it,
The touch was warmer than the moon.

Crazy am I since that noon?
When the sun fiercely shone,
Drawing a view on her face,
Beautifying the whole place,
As an everlasting boon,
If she did not disappear that soon.
Salmane Driouch Aug 2014
I have built my house in your imagination and I will still be dwelling there until you decide to ruin it and let me out of your mind.
Salmane Driouch Nov 2014
Live live live!
The fake world
As you're told
Until you're old
Live live live!
You're already sold
Enslaved for gold
You feel too bored
Above all, you don't question
You have no mention
But be
Like her
Like him
No problem
I choose to be like me
As though I look stranger
I am also a stranger.
Salmane Driouch Jun 2014
I came from a vast Desert
to see what waterfalls look like
but I found out
that
which I had not thought about!
Water falls down
hits the ground
makes a sound.
Salmane Driouch Jun 2014
I wonder why!
while why wonders
finiding no answers
an answer.
Salmane Driouch Jul 2014
Sometimes wind has sounds
And has voices sometimes
Sometimes quiet
Sometimes sings
It depends
If you understand
Behind the sounds,
The voices
Or the quietness
The song
And the reason
Of the new season
As the song sung
Has a rhythm
Within its woos
And notes
Wind makes it being
As a good tiding
Bringing good news
Salmane Driouch Jul 2014
One day I closed both of my eyes to see
A view came to me
And told me words
Those words hurt
So I opened my eyes not to see
The view that tells me
Words that hurt.
Salmane Driouch Aug 2014
Soon words will leave,
Drifted by
And I will remember them
By heart
Like in your imagination
Or unlike
Word by word they will sail
Carving the sea but leaving no trace
And even after a while
I will still be the last one to remember them
Because they are settled in the heart
And I will be the only left trace
Because I have learned how to read the words on your pretty face
As much older you get as much readable they are in their place.
Salmane Driouch Jun 2014
You work so hard, you struggle,
Like the sunrise against the clouds
And it is not yet clear, my dear
You have to keep working, struggling
As it will never be
As it used to be
Struggle my dear, may I hear you
Sighing…
For the sigh may raise you high
Higher that the moon
And may you sing a song soon
My dear,
It is not yet clear
Keep struggling, I want to measure
How long you will keep up
Raising
Above and over the clouds
Like an eagle knowing
One day he will meet the ground
My dear,
It is not yet clear
As it will never be
But you have to be     struggling
I have to see you as an ant seen
Sailing a leaf trying to cross the river
I want to see you shiver
I want you to suffer
You have to struggle
My dear
And it is not yet clear
Keep scratching with the nails
It will never be clear.

— The End —