My Poems 11

An Adandoned Now





The night is dark and I am caught
By rain and snow, my hands in knot
My heart is stone, my nerves are roped -
Blind roped, and there is no stop!

My hand are run, my no is yes
My skin is turn, and burns my bed
My time is now, my time goes run -
I run! And there is no turn!

My nails are tongues, swimming in your skin
My eye are closed, my mind is near -
My time is now, my near is burning -
Don't stop - for there is no turning.

The then is now, he now is touch -
The rain is crying - and tears smudge
My life and past, now now and then -
My presence, pleasure, and my pain -

My now is burning, my then is turning -
My life is brought to non-deserving -
My now is now, my time is you -
My touch is blind, and so are you

Be blind for me, be blind a spell -
And make my time to go Derailed
My mind in sparks, my eyes are dark -
My time is ebbing, in your hands.
AJ
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Forest fire - red and bright
Forest fire feels no right
Forest fire blazes open
Uncontainable and sodden
Steeped in tongues of orange touch
One too Soon, and two too Much
Three too Late, and four too Deep
Five and six will be Lit.

Steps on tiptoes and velvet heel
Cuddling in the grassy lilt
Swinging, swaying, sliding, laying,
Forest fire in sundown
Brazing barefoot till down,
Dressed in red and naked skin
Gliding in the pale therein -
Forest fire on the run...

RUN and hide before it's done!
AJ

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All night last night Wind was guest on mine -
Wind with long fingers and breath nign
Wind with words expressed in half a beat
Wind under my skin and on my eyelids

Wind on soles and ankles and my calves
So climbing up and spinning in inside
Wind and I were in entangled knot
Wind and I - and all the time was shot.

Wind like ice, and like a hurricane,
Wind is talking all the same refrain
Wind is nothing if not unrestrained
Wind is one sublime blind mind to take.
AJ

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Drum is thumping in the dark - like wild blood in temples,
Unrestricted unrestrained - beating unsurendered
Pool of anger, string of madness, pain that will not rest,
Drum is beating in the night - as the time progresses.

Steps in circles, runs in spiral - for there is no out -
Beating, running and repeating - and the rhythm abounds
Like a spasm in a chasm that will not end
Like a bird with open eyes - but without wings.

Folded legs - for jump and fall, all the things that follow -
For the time cannot be rested - and the jump has to be tested -
Every day and every minute, every run and thrust -
For one thing that lives forever is the endless thirst.
AJ

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Whisper
/picture by Fatta Halla/

Whisper Feral in my ear - trickle little words
Like a torrent in the night, echo of lost burns
Like a moan of falling tree, desperation mute -
Like a cloud in the sky that is following suit

Whisper me of ends and starts, and of new and old
Winds that tear the flesh of night in a senseless storm
Whisper me of bullets runs, close to ear and skin,
Whisper me on madness nude falling on her knee.

Whisper! In this whisper yours let me lose my tracks
So I cannot come again to where my voice grew rasp,
Nor can I retrace my mind and my arched back -
So it be forever lost - and be doomed to last

For eternity or two, and a second blind
Whisper me of what you know, and of what I gasp.
Whisper Feral in my ear and forget it there.
For it's not a misdemeanor - what is fit to Bear.
AJ

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Freedom



Your will is null and not be done
So you betray me on the run,
Your deeds are lost at any cost -
So you hit me where it hurts the most.

Your lie is seen, your crime is found -
Kill the witness. There's no doubt -
You cannot have what you so would
So you destroy all that it beholds.

In those your acts you show to me
What thing you are and what you'll be
And all the pain that you cause me
From your dark shape has set me free.

Blood on the bed, blood on the sheets
This is what you left yourself with
I will live long to tell the tale -
Light on my path is to prevail.
AJ

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Cleopatra

/picture by Fattah Halla/

I value life, but will not beg for it - so be it!
I know when the war is lost - and pay the cost.
For all the mornings of this life are not enough
To make me pay a price for them that is too rough.

So all my rivers and my lakes, remember me,
And all my roads and my paths - still mine please be,
For I will not have you in my day, but still I do -
Have hold of you in my last sleep - as you do too.

All my waters and my suns, my waves and starts -
Lay with me for one last time - and be my guard,
Be my expression and my past - my future now
Is bound to be my last hug - and my last bow.

My elegance, my last small favor - my sister-snake,
Come with me and take me where I shall wake -
On one last journey, one last run, one last abandon -
For it's the time to go - and pay the ransom

For life and charm, and battle, and ambition,
For all that I had done, and all my missions,
For all my loves, and expectations, and my freedom -
For free to be in death is also reason.
AJ