Life signal

Hey Dal, it’s Ben…
Well, what to say, it’s ten…
No gn8, no God bless you, no amen –
But I can guess it’ll be my fault again.

Though how you think is wrong,
Avoiding, closing you? No-no I don’t.
I’ve been just tired a long time along,
Talking about tiring things I don’t want.

Should I say how the Ogre drinks juices,
How his wife’s absence makes me brews,
How the future confuses,
How everything screws?

You know well, I’m not up to complain,
Not even to God, huh;
But this is how I bear the pain,
Silently, no blah blah.

I won’t lie, I missed you, needing a hug,
Something real like an electric plug-
A world of tricks and treats,
A world of sicks and threats.

I’ve just got tired of the song:
“Sehogy se jó”,
But don’t get me wrong:
Veled és velem minden jó…

So, just chill down and have your rest,
Think about our future nest,
Wachno- your bird is tired now;
Of studying, working, house or past… I don’t know…

Benyamin Bensalah

16.04.2018

Hand in hand dreamwalking in insomnia

The poorest person’s the one who can’t dream,
but the poor are also the most creative;
I’ve just created a dream around her,
visiting her in her dream,
telling her the truths
that an awake
couldn’t
bear.

It was the most beautiful dream I’ve never had,
since it lived on our sometime memories;
when I had had someone caring,
and having been imagining
that she’s still here,
here to hear.

Benyamin Bensalah

14.09.2020

Flower and Dove

Those who choose red flowers in fire,
Their life burns away in love.
Nah, my life needs peace, a real Flower-
Dalel-like, grey and white, a dove.

Through her soul, I do see the world;
I see it less cruel – almost pleasing,
I see her a mercy of God, not just a girl,
As if I am just starting seeing.

My shades are making dark revealing, but –
They could not find in her a spot.
My self-revealing is full of smut, but –
We still, she still adores me a lot.

A storm of divine lights and her ribbon,
That the life has become for me;
Before seeing, on what I put my rib on,
I see it coming back to me.

Hard moment and great moment, sure-
Oh, I thank you God!
I am praying to reach, to deserve her-
Getting my life co-ed.

Benyamin Bensalah

20.09.2017

Wicked life story

At the last moment, every creature tries to break up towards the light when the last breath is about to say hello to the darkness… That is the monster, what others know hope.


Me: I did love you.

You don’t love me anymore?!

Me: You don’t believe in love. I shouldn’t love you. Doubts kill me. While…

…I love you.

Me: Me too.

Benyamin Bensalah

20.09.2018

In her nurture

The wind is my mild breath
          
                 The sunshine is my caring sight

The grass will be my smooth fingers

                                 When you desire to go out.

Benyamin Bensalah

31.07.2018