It’s not working well

It’s not working well…
My knees fell
To where
I had had a puddle.

It’s not working well…
In that puddle,
My soul should dwell,
But now, there’s a well.

It’s not working well…
In the well –
Deeping  until hell –
There’s no water.

It’s not working well…
From the hell,
Sounds come up to rebel,
Antipersonnel.

It’s not working well…
I’m unwell,
Infidel,
The well is my chapell.

Benyamin Bensalah

09.09.2018

Firestorm and Rays

I woke up this morning to my half world is in ashes,
I took my first step in the burning embers -my room crashes,
The cinder was sitting with a heavy burden in my eyelashes.

I wanted to open the door of the ex-house I remembered,
Now, my home is just sounds of clashes – everything is emeber’d.
Oh! The world is over, by which once I was sheltered.

Outside, a tempestous firestorm cut the ways…
Oh, God! A burning maze that eats the one who stays…
Oh, God! I am in your hands, then show me your rays.

Benyamin Bensalah

16.01.2018

A perfect influence

Surely we think ourselves less, my dear,
Since we see ourselves through just a wasted reflection;
What an eye cannot see is its sister’s tear,
So, do not doubt in your own perfection:
Now, I am your third eye – your mirroring lense…

Hear my voice as if your own mouth were speaking,
Feel my leading and hinting as your sixth sense;
Since I am a thinking being of seeing,
For me, the world is perspective, but non-sense:
Without sharing with you, my life is just wasted experience…

As all in the world is, with the world itself,
We are no more, but our own perception;
Just trick your mind as it’s tricking itself,
If there’s no, indeed it is God’s perfection:
Rejoice on being His perfection now and hence…

Benyamin Bensalah

30.10.2017

Godly days

It’s said: there’s a God
Who created
Everything in six days and rested…
I don’t want this theory to be tested,
But the copyright on his days is quite divested:
(Two more Babylonian lines
For a Moon-phase advertise’ …)


Sunday – Norse goddess,
Chased by Hate, son of the grotesque
Wolf.

Moonday – Sun’s brother,
Also dog-chased, but not bothered until
Ragnarok.

Tiw’s day – the dueling Mars,
But not making too many wars with hands
Wolf-eaten.

Odin’s day – deathly Mercury,
Nothing makes him more hurry than
Wisdom.

Thor’s Day – thundering Jupiter,
Famously he’s a soul-janitor just as his dad,
Odin.

Freya’s day – our sweet Venus,
Every man is dying just to reach her..
Beauty.

Saturn’s day – the god of time,
Known as Cronos with a scythe, eating
Children.

The more I’m looking for meaning in this life,
The more I end up saying: where’s your God now?

FYI

Benyamin Bensalah

10.02.2020

Inner-pieces

I was born circumsized
                                           With adhan as first words in my ears
My name was Jewish
                                        I attended masses for years
I asked for salvation
                                      Or just some mercy from Geez
I denied religions
                               Seeing the mass as moving cemeteries
I seeked hope in Allah
                                         And his prophet’s companies
Denying no knowledge
                                          From fengshui, karma, to Greek philosophies
Trying to reason
                               Why this pain never leaves,
But the only religion
                                      In what no one believes
I’m my own temple
                                    And my demons pray in it with griefs.

Benyamin Bensalah

24.01.2020

What is this example, Oh my Lord?

” Indeed, Allah is not timid to present an example – that of a mosquito or what is smaller than it. And those who have believed know that it is the truth from their Lord. ” (Quran 2:26)

Could I feel myself smaller than I am –
Than a captive servant in a mortal clay? –
Even so, I am blessed in this mayhem:
” You are my greatest creation ! ” He say.

Say: surely, I have no shame at this time –
I might feel far away my coming inquisition –
However, I am indeed fearful of that time:
” Oh God, why you’ve taken away my vision ? “

That day, those who forget His words –
They will be blindly wandering, forgotten –
But, aren’t we already headless herds:
” While His words deepen by every second? “

” Where are Pharaon, now? ” Asken –
Just an exemplar among the thousands and one,
Though, they were mightly beaten:
” Do equal the obedient and disobedient one? “

So, we are between two worlds –
To follow the hollow good and fight the real –
Even if, we have nothing but words:
” Don’t be sad, My Servant, I am closely here. “

I have read the stories, the examples –
Suffering Prophets, laymen and bystanders –
Though, where is mine among the samples:
” Only God can judge me, none of any slanders. “

Say: I sin for others’ favour –
Like one man’s trash is another’s treasure –
But, what should I feel about my labour:
” Why does God put me under such pressure? “

Benyamin Bensalah

12.04.2018

I met people who believe in angels

I met people who believe in angels…
Their clothes wore them over simply,
Their haircut was as plain as a floor cloth,
Their posture was somewhat self-denying.

Only their eyes were burning manically…
Their white of the eye died their spiritual face,
Their face then called for a random holy war,
But their elastic black of the eye was empty.

What’s the matter? – I asked from them,
Then, a thousand of unwanted explaining:
We didn’t create this world, but it’s created!
We are under an eclectical law enforcement.

Then, named and nameless angels came,
Telling me their roles in my life – helping,
Just simply as policemen save donuts,
And firefighters keep cats earthly.

I wanted to tell them a thousand words,
How I were eclectical already
Without angelic red lights,
But.. nevermind.

Benyamin Bensalah

16.08.2018