Poems and Passages
From the h'Art of Anata'alie
Page: The3rd
Heart of Paper
Mine is a heart of paper
neat and impossible
it would take
but one word
to burn it
to ashes
no declaration of war
or peace treaty
or passion lace all over it.
A tiny heart of paper
white and proud
that won't be written
all over it.
Let it be,
the word
will never get in
that odd shape page.
The White Dove
of Peace...
of Love.
/
from:
Feather
Like a feather,
She rests for awhile
On the highest tree
And waits for the sun
To free her from
The wet burden of
Human grief
...
Body Language
IN PURPLE
Body language:
My head is beside
Your pounding heart
Body language:
Your love
Is beside my desires
Metaphors
In the decadence implore
To be burning brightly
Body language:
The leash is
Pulling on the sapphire collar
Body language
Surrenders
To the conquest
My time is full
Tomorrow embraces
Yesterday
Your body is mine
The language is yours
In purple shade.
slow-slow-fast-fast-slow
The Incantation
I just cannot find the words to tell you this.
But yes perhaps the incantation formed
In the crater of my heart is the white dove within
I cannot tell her what to do, she is pure
She had been made to sing bliss
Then strangled by a tyrannical hand that
Needed to control the flow of her life
The white dove in my heart refuses to eat
I tried to feed her sweet words and serenades
But she will not eat. The wailing of her anguish
Maddens my days and nights
She trusted for the first time
She came to nestle in your hand,
You closed your fist on her to capture and torture her.
Yes I think I did find the words to tell you
Let her be, she does not have long to live
And what if she remembered a few of your lies?
Let her be, she is dying, a painful death
She will never come to you again...
from:
The Parisian Death
...
So divine is the desire of fate
That no power can hold back
The opening of that doorway
Through their universe.
...
from:
The Mad Diameter
...
And my fate is sealed
Into a motion
That is but another circle...
It is time to break out
Of the mad diameter
...
You keep writing the words
I keep tearing the pages
You live on units of time
That need constant transfusion
The news of my departure
Paint a grimace of pain over your life
I have walked far enough with you
Let me retreat to my fortress
In the night sky
And I swim farther away from you
In the whispered waves
Of the slow-slow-fast-fast-slow rhythm
Of the deep blues sung by Otis
The large white balls of my dreams
Float lazily outside of me
As I look around to find happiness
I feel my heart. I am home alone .
Eau Limpide
The river unravels
Like a soft quill
Writing the day in
The bed of the earth
In spring's blended scents
And winter's dazzling mirrors
The night lifts her skirt
To her knee to cross over
Like a frilled parchment
Black on white
The words float
Like water lilies
On the winged sunrise
Taking its first flight
Into gentle beauty
A Dove
A Dove
Drinks from the poisoned dew
Of words
Written just for me
The morning breeze
Takes away the white feathers
Immaculate
To the nest of truth
Lie after lie
The truth climbs to a new peak
Beyond meanings.
from:
Mahal
...
My tears do not dare to fall
for fear of giving a new direction
to the hungry flood
...
Treasure
I was looking for a measure
To weigh my life
In the balance of the absurd
They say if you are light enough
You will find a treasure
To add up to the meaning of your days
I admit, I have been nowhere
I have only looked at the roads
I have only peeped into the days
My past is as elusive as my present
The life bank gave me my share
Of its future's bounties:
A golden desert that slipped right
Through my fingers and blew away
The dream
That tomorrow my heart may speak
The unspoken silences
And lead me to the door
Unlocked
Of my soul.
The Mathematics of the Heart
The equation of my life
Was complex.
The equation of my life
Was erroneous.
You changed the rules just for me,
And rewrote the mathematics
Of my heart.
In problems, you carried the overdue
Over to a new page,
A fine page at that, too
It felt so very simple
You calculated my entire destiny
Bigger than the sum
Of all of Eternity's sunrises
Deep in your heart.
You gave everything you had
Giving me the total amount of your love
Greater than the sum
Of all Eternity's sunsets.
The Distance
The feeling
Working
In my heart
Bites hard still
Makes me bleed
And hurt...
The night
Looks
Right through me
And deciphers
The bad dream
Of my previous life
Standing next to the moon..
I need but just
A few words
To reach evening.
Once more
Will you
Give them to me...
Once more?
Overdose
The emergency drills
When the time came my way
Had no reliable exit
The specifics
Were not listed
On your intent to hurt
The quirkiness
And the little jokes
Tumbled one
Above the other
Force-fed
On intravenous
Infatuation
I died a slow death,
On
A single overdose
Of love
from:
The Druid
...
The chaste druid
In my heart
turns her gaze away
from the naked hunger
in your eyes...
from:
The White Death
...
There is a place
Between my eyes
Where the burning sand of
Arabia
And the frozen crust
Of
Iceland
Meet...
The Pebble
He did fall
From the heart of a star
In a far away night
A survivial
Carved in the white chalk
Of forgivness
The eternal word
Was indeed carved
In the stone
A polished rock
That looked
Like a tiny blue pebble
Yet,
None could lift it
From the ground.
The Ice Skater
Last night,
I went ice skating
on the frozen heart of the world.
Behind, in my silvery white trail
sprung the flowers of the soul
brilliant and serene.
from:
War and Peace
...
Her eyes are fogged
With the winter breaths
Of Merlin's words.
Sparkling sapphires
That frame the scorpion's cage
To be opened
Under her eyelashes,
At dawn.
The shriek in the silence breaks one man's journey
A time sentence that will heal his life
Not another word shall be spoken
On the eleventh hour of the panic,
When the chains of passion drop on the ground.
The metallic heap of unkept promises
Will become the Eiffel crown of the Statue of Liberty
The quest was too desparate and loves elusive
Let that prayer touch your lips
Even if its warmth frightens your soul
The trip back into the pain must be taken.
The wigs of the judges are just horsehair,
They are not human. There is no sin here
The soap bubbles of idle gossip I blow away
My soul in its white dress is coming with you
In the coal mine of healing
Do not cry over the stains,
I care not.
In Her Own Words
...
you wanted to walk the earth, from: The Stillborn
the mortal body of Eternity...
now
we laugh in death from: The Proud Tear of India
about the stones in their shoes....
Lie after lie from: Lie after lie
The truth climbs to a new peak
Beyond meanings.
Between life and death from: The last breath
My every last breath
Has to keep me alive
Burial
The silent exodus of the sun I have nothing
Shows me the venue Left to say
For the burial of my words... My words are home
I have nothing left to say
Except that I shall walk further
Into the night sky without fear .
The last white dove .
Escapes from my lips
A light in the darkness
The land opens a new front
A gate of colorful wild flowers
My words cross over
To find final peace
In Eden ground.
finis
Life is never free of the final act.... Anata'alie
A Poetic Autumn
It is the autumnal season and every year
I have to stitch his heart
I have to knit the wool of his soul
To keep him safe and warm
Then I have to build a bridge
From the concrete left in his hands
For him to cross over
To the next year
Why do you have to keep me so
Very busy, Poet?
TAMING OF THE RED
With a lifelong guarantee
I run my heart on a flat battery
There is no such thing to have and to hold
forever
Arrayed in finery fit for a queen
I take a jog around Hyde Park
My sublime love feeds the swans
with the crusts of your dreams
A fairy tale of anticipation consumed by grief
over my lonely reflection in the lake..
And my heart beats like a voodoo drum
capturing the pain in my heart
and locking it away in my soul
so that that I may return, for a little while longer,
to my life on the run...
Just tell me when it is time to stand still...
when it is time for my ashes to be blown
over the poppy fields of Afghanistan
let that ride be true to my heart:
the taming of the red.
Goodbye
Before I make you go away,
Give me time to rehearse your farewell
I want to do it right, I want it to play well
Perhaps I could make a list of my best lines
Or play short and long and pick
The winning twig to the best good bye
My words are impatient,
We have come to the end of that page
Where I cannot even call you a friend,
I may let you hide in my smile for a while
I may let you close your eyes over my lies.
Walk away from me, I will turn my back
On you if you want.
Will it make it any easier for you?
Please do not go crying in the rain again.
I told you it was a waste, and very silly too
Why cannot you do what I do each time?
Narrow it down to a little joke Put everything
You loved about me: my wits and my charm
Into the shape of a zero, nils, zip
And magnify the rest.
Goodbye
