It’s not that I thought myself so clever,
I’ve just been born onto another level;
Far from simple human feelings,
Far, where my quill sings.
Oh, now, I would wish more love;
I wish more acts into my love,
But… I’ve had nothing worth,
But my words.
Even if she said: I live in your words,
She skipped me and my worlds,
From one day to another;
I wish I’d died rather…
While my worlds were falling apart,
Me thinking of my sweerheart;
What more could I give her
If words couldn’t infer.
Now, see how my words newly raved,
From where my soul is engraved;
Wishing its unloved body back
Where everything’s black.
***
I’m wordless, like a true living-dead;
She stole all my words that I had,
Some described her and love,
Some a flower, some a dove.
Wake up, stupid! You last moron!
You still believe in the Koran?!
Where love is devil’s heel,
Wives marked by seal?
Burn down beliefs, humans, memories!
You won’t need their glories
When you will be there;
In that dark sphere.
There, you’ll find peace in Nothing,
Don’t cry for another thing;
Love? Who’d love you?!
An empty queue…
Poorly, your veins in words outpour,
No vehemence, no thing to adore;
A chador, and a picture is back…
But, again, everything’s black.
***
I know that place – I tried escaping,
Not me, but my mindless feeling;
That I have to live anyway,
But, for whom, I’d stay…
A bright smile blinded my moments,
There’s darkness in all continents;
See that you have nothing to see,
No kingdom, no Annabelle Lee.
Rather, find your joy in a smoke,
That helps enjoy any joke;
Even if it’s about life,
Or any other strife.
Search a dark place and breath in,
That’s where you’ll get in;
Digged by your gloom,
A perfect tomb.
The life is full of childish lies,
At my tomb, crocodile cries;
“I wish he’d come back”,
But everything’s black.
***
I’m not a person who sees the morrow,
Carpe Diem. Despite of sorrow;
I try to enjoy this shit,
Despite of every hit.
My eyes, my heart and my whole body,
Are looking for none, nobody;
They wish to die,
Wish to die.
Whether it was the lie of my dark soul,
It may have a bright goal,
To save my sanity,
My insanity.
Sillily, I’m afraid of seeing a Lily,
Even if my grave is chilly,
A flower may try revive
Me, with another lie.
Thus, get away with the colour,
Stop this living horror,
Never turn back
Until it’s black.
***
There are words echoing, Ohhh,
There are only words echoing;
From a lost world,
My only world.
“Try to trick your mind and that’s all”,
*I cry* trick to insanity, pal?
Trick it to imagine you?
All we went through?
I wish I could trick it like that,
Living a dream till I’m dead,
Then, a kiss wakes me up;
“I’m sorry, bud”.
All the pictures living in me,
All that I am living in thee,
Are somehow gone,
But not undone…
So, I curse this world with all its beliefs,
That have destroyed my only relief,
Only hope to have a life payback;
Payback of everything black.
Benyamin Bensalah
05.09.2018
