A world has shattered and I bear its shards;
they are so painfully aching –
though I see no else cure than my lost crystal
that without, there’s no reason
whether I’m waking or sleeping.
Benyamin Bensalah
19.01.2021
Category: Dalelian
Neuro Lunatic Anchor
I can feel how it loosens,
my grab to the sense of reality –
I’m afraid to ask, to know
whether it is too late…
whether she’ll be there at time…
but she is always here
in my mind
after all.
Benyamin Bensalah
12.01.2021
Foolish
The same way existence pulls me down,
the same is the night’s burdening crown,
same foolish love makes me a clown,
but I can’t sleep without thinking of you.
Benyamin Bensalah
14.11.2020
Positive Existential Crisis
I see the darkness of the future,
her care and peace as light of the past;
how absurd is this playing of shadows,
still, I am somehow impressed.
Benyamin Bensalah
22.09.2020
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
Slobber puddle
I was just an innocent snowball full in blanche
that turned into the most awful avalanche;
taking one life after one another,
oh, how I wish that I rather
could have sublimed in my mother,
never bringing disaster to my so dear lover.
Benyamin Bensalah
18.07.2020
Lyndaffodils
It’s been thousand years in a clumsy meander
Questioning questions without any answer.
Being a genius; I must find solution,
Why my heart is inside her pollution.
She is a true radioactive source,
Flaring up the dark essence of my soul’s.
I approached the fact that I am affected;
Telling her within all the rules respected:
Please, my pureness, I implore!
You and I are a wondrous lore!
Please, my wonder, I do not lie!
Even to your father I’d give a try!
Please, my goodness, you turn me out good!
Say I’m in your friendzone. Say the sooth!
She won’t say that ever, neither the sooth,
But I feel our souls harmoniously smooth.
In doubt, smoothness is just a bunch of spikes,
Causing me pain pain and thousand whys.
Why she lives so pure, why I do,
Why she doesn’t see me as I do.
Even my own existence had been to fool,
If I was worth life at least as a tool.
She warned me, not to write to her-
I liked it as a masochist the dolour.
I applied the warning of my mistress,
Knowing that I deserve only pain and stress.
Then, when I saw her, I turned my head,
She’s better to see me arrogant than sad.
In a sudden, I found a blossom without sense,
She was in need of my soul’s dark essence.
I kept sharing, being happy,
For I can make her happy.
I’ve become a bee, steady,
Letting my flower to study.
We’ve been experiencing well,
Being together, fearing hell.
However, the problem is still active,
I can’t stop thinking of my radioactive.
I feel my dark essence shouldn’t be dark,
I feel her brightness needs my art.
I’m not a choosy person, just a tool,
Neither am a player, just a fool.
Being less genius, I found no law for this,
I’m await for God may He will solve this.
Benyamin Bensalah
14.06.2017
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
