French Lesson

There is a gamu

t of motions

In the French language

which once you learn

will serve you only

when the deepest anger

and frustration

are the lock and the key.

When you do not know

which is which within you

the French words

are the breeze of air

that do away

with locks and keys

and tell you how to let

all the captives in your heart

Walk free.

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         The Vanilla Trail

I drop a few tears

In the rain

A Vanilla and Blueberry

Trail...

Just thinking

Within a thought

Wet,

Cold

And fragrant...

Will you find me

In the rain...

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Forgive Me For Not Asking

Last night,

I slept in your heart

Forgive me for not asking..

It was very cold

Out there

Everyone was ruling

Over icy lands

I had lost my way

And I had frost

Over my eyes too...

I had nowhere

To go

                   So,

Last night

I slept in your heart

Forgive me for not asking...

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Adieu

My step felt heavy

Like the lead

Of the goddess..

They told me

Follow her

she knows the way

My step felt heavy

I did not understand

A word she said

The gestures of her hands

The Goddess

Was obsolete

And I want to turn back

to the whiteness

Of my heart

I want no goddess

I want to feel

My heart

Light and free

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Sufi

I have a Sufi land

In my soul...

And I give all

and take nothing

No bond

No bondage

I have a Sufi land

In my soul

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    Friend

the porch keeps swinging

the door of happiness closes,

another opens

a trial strong,

a sorrow weak.

I untied his past failures

and heartaches

with one word,

the best of all words: friend

he did not have to search for it,

I planted it

right in his dreams

so that they would never end

on a tear

I picked the queen of the flower

in my secret garden,

I called him friend

he did not hear the word

he did not feel the meaning

a trial strong,

a sorrow weak

today

I am walking in the dawn

a rainbow

shorter

by one shade

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From:  So Badly

...

I want so badly, to go away for good,

to bid farewell, to let my freedom purr

under the caress of the sun.

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The Mirage

I look out

at the mirage

thinking of you.

Keep me away from the tears

that were never shed

away from all harm

of the day without sun

and the night without moon,

Until I remember

the eternity

in my soul.

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From: La Coeur des Miracles

          One Soul Seat

...

I laughed and laughed. What is the matter?

    they inquired.

I said I changed my mind again

Let me call Paris and order a saffron suit

Let me fulfil the Nirvana dream,

I am flying to Shangri La

In a one seat soul

to the miracle of love, denied or ignored...

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Forbidden

Time has forgotten

a garden

a scenery

where all the roses

are white

A prayer

has forgiven

the tree from which

all the leaves sing

The forbidden fruit

will never be ripe..

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From:  The Steel Mask

...

I will offer you that True Love

you were always refused,

until you found me.

Then when the time is full

I will let you die unconditionally

as a mortal, and free you

from the steel mask of the legend

sleep in peace Amadeus

The mask is no more...

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  Torn Over a Word

A word to start

My page

A quill to draw

Its wings

A prayer

To bring the wind

The pride

Of my heart

Brings the tear

At the end of

The white feather

And I write to you

The flow of my blood

Without punctuation...

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Heartless

I have exhausted

my heart

trying to feel

even for a second

the meaning

of your words,

of their words.

To try to find

a single heartbeat

and failed all over again

in the eerie silence

When the doors

of my heart

will never be opened

to the spring..

I know it is time

to count my days...

my heart is tired

to live....

I know it is time

to go for a long vacation

in the vacuum of

heartless space...

I know the way...

Talk To Me

A vintage guitar

With only two strings left

Displayed crudely

In a downtown pawn shop's window..

I stop every day, to see once more

The tears of the long winter night

A trail of frozen rivulets on the panel..

It is hard to see...but I must.

And so I urge my heart to beat faster

And blow its fiery fog over the frost..

A small melted opening in the ice

Let me see again the scar on my soul

three hundred dollars

Is that what you paid then....

For that guitar of a lie...

There are but two strings left

On our song..

Do I remember the words?

Yes. Talk to me darling.....

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al Ghalwwah

In a small cup of Arabic coffee

I found, not my future, but my past

At the bottom of a cup

al Ghalwwah told me the tale

of Sheherazade and of the wisdom

of being with the time,

not against the sand timer

Al Ghalwwah told me to listen for a while,

before stepping into my future to the slow march

of the ancient caravan of my past

Love yesterday and you shall be loved tomorrow

there is no ache for those who read

the print of the old heart of the

thousand and one nights in today.

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Death

A death among others..

A cloud slowly breaks

in the sky...

The mirror sea

is just another bed

for the lonely thought of you..

I swim against the tide

smiling my life away,

my hand has become a fist

hitting away the doubt in my heart

A futile struggle,

you have just thrown

your shrouds over my soul

and I sink like a brick

long and slow to the seaweed bed

never to sing my siren song

again...

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        ERASE MY GRAVE

In the land of autumn the wind axes away

    the violins in La chanson d'Autumne

    and clears the way to a new day

Rusted sonnets had sealed the vault

    where the drums and the scriptures.

    still fight about their last page in history

Blow hard and strong, wind

    please destroy for me

    that monument to absurdity

Erase my name, erase my grave

   while time is still ticking painfully..

Open the black bellies of the cemeteries

    and let the prayer of my souls fly free

Blow that hasty kiss to my last day

   decimated in counted moments.

I did never asked to be

Now I do ask to be no more.

    but that autumn leaf that you keep floating

    in that last season of your heart ©

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             Ta'ali

  The Name Carved in Ancient Wood

Sometimes you would open the jewel chest

You thought I would be dazzled

By the precious stones and the gold...

Did not you see that there could never be

A sparkle in my eyes over those?

Over the prestige of your pen?

The eyes of my soul were transfixed

Only by the old wooden chest

Carved by an honest illiterate hand

My heart went to the rough wood

And the carving...I tore off a piece of my dress

Threw the jewels in a dark corner of your chamber....

And cleansed gently the wood to see its deepest scar

It read Ta-ah-lii like a bird song....

The wings of the calling in my life

Spread over my heart...

I flew away on the back of the first breeze...

To the Ancient Dream...

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      The Vital Testament

Come thru the door, and the tale shall  unfold,

  For every testament is a tale told,

  while the truth is silent.

  The Word IS.

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Boundaries

They speak of boundaries

And I stand on your soul

And nothing fits

It is all too wide....

When I come closer

You stretch further..

Yet, wherever

I stand away

From you,

You slide your love

Right under my heart

Why?

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            From:  Lose Love

For a while

I wanted to have

that last luxury

of feeling a love

I wanted to lose.....

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The Blue Rape

In the spring night sky

The burgundy inkwell

Called the night to him.

Her eyes were blinded

By the splendor of the quill

She came to rest

Into the shimmering nest.

Cruel. He picked her voice empty

Swallowing one word at a time

His beak bloody with greed.

Our day will never rise.

Our tale lies raped

In the blue sands..

Run my heart

Before the agonizing whisper

Breaks it to ruins

Our day will never rise.

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From:  Immigrant

A poor immigrant

In the castle of one lie,

I look for exits,

For a bridge out of you;

A reprieve

Out of the dark fortress

Of a betrayed promise...

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    The Last Saffron Prayer

the seasons cascade over the last saffron prayer

    of the world...

the endless floods of time swallow each and every           monastery

slaves to habit, walking one by one

on the tarnished silk road

the bells call to wonder and miracle

to replenish their empty bowls of rice

the Dalai Lama is hushed in a Mercedes..

the rock has eroded their feet

they walk on broken phalanges

the Mercedes is all they will ever know

    now, of their fate..

the bells call to wonder and miracles

to replenish their soul with wisdom

while a foreign dream, bullet-proof, prayer proof,

breaks the speed limit through life over bowed heads

A dream goes fast by as a Mercedes over speeds    

and distances itself from the last saffron prayer

     of the world....

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The Book  of Wisdom

They brought the book of wisdom

and asked me to lay my lifeline on his cover,

I did.

They asked me to swear by the closed book

that they did not want me to read,

I did.

Across the floor of the courtroom

I saw the truth faint, her face was gaunt

she has been malnourished for centuries

and she could not stand Time any longer

She collapsed on her knees, her back to them

I left the stand and the fat book. She was dying fast

I gave her some sweetness from my heart

and some bitterness from my life in a teardrop

Her pulse was so faint.

I asked her: why are you not at home

In the coziness of the prosperous book?

She said: I cannot breathe.

The powdered wigs have polluted my mind,

I cannot think fair.

All that is left is the intent to hurt

Her last words to me remain an unresolved enigma

She said :

I died a truth, and was born a lie.

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From:  Time Capsule

...

there is still the fragrance

in the first line of a poem

that begged to be followed

but died on the livid page

Poems & Passages

From the h'Art of Anata'alie

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