Imager

I post an image of my existence.
I’m not expecting anything afterwards.
I only hope –
to be approved, confirmed, assured.
All in vain.


Hope and I were never good friends.
Hope used me all the time.
Making me believe –
believe in things
that were never real.


I post an image of my existence.
The hope of my existence is vain.
I only wish –
to be wanted, needed, loved.
All in pity.


Wishes and I were ever good enemies.
I rejected wishes all the time.
I could never believe –
believe in things
that could never be real.


I post an image of my existence.
Put a like on it, not a heart.
Or you ignore it with kind pity –
not hurting, not loving
that’s between them: I shouldn’t have existed at all.

Benyamin Bensalah

14.11.2021

The Flee

You notice but my act of fleeing
with all my good that must be deceiving –
must have been it as you assume;
how else love could be taken to resume?

What deceptions were all those kindness!
How horrid, disgusting, heartless
is to love a day and another let it loose
as a kid who just cannot lose!

But the meanwhile I’m seen fleeing,
my heart’s size is bigger than a human being
because I’m giving the biggest gift ever;
loving and so leaving, since without me better.

Benyamin Bensalah

29.10.2021

When you are not needed

When you are not needed,
You just make up things,
When you are not needed,
Things fulfill your days,
When you are not needed,
Dreams are just some things,
When you are not needed,
Things are just distractions,
When you are not needed,
Goals are just made up things,
When you are not needed,
Things are just frustrations,
When you are not needed,
Nights reaveal there are no things,
When you are not needed,
Things just fall apart,
When you are not needed,
You just wait the end of made up things.

Benyamin Bensalah

17.09.2020

One day

One day,
Solitude must be killed.
One day,
Someone must come to kill it.
One day,
My heart must be filled.
One day,
Someone must come to fill it.

O! That day,
Will be like a wondrous amaze.
O! That day,
I can’t wait for it to come.
O! That day,
Will be like a delirious daze.
O! That day,
I don’t wait for it to come.

One day,
My solitude will be tried.
One day,
Someone will come to kill it.
That day,
My heart will have died.
That day,
Someone will come to leave it.

O! One day,
My solitude will be supreme.
O! One day,
No one comes to break it.
O! One day,
My soul starts an eternal dream.
O! One day,
It won’t be feasible to wake it.

Benyamin Bensalah

04.11.2016

A Day-Mare Poet

The sweetest dream
                           seems a mere nightmare,
The yesterday aches
                           by all pain of the future,
The present things
                         remain as they were,
All the disasters
                     of the news are neutral.

Drink liqueur,
                  opiates or other drugs,
None of them
                  makes you feel alive,
But they may help
                        to forget all the goods,
Before the peace,
                       in form of death, arrives.

Bite on the lips
                    that get kiss only by ruth,
Stay in silence
                   on all the fake conversation,
Test whether
                  you’re asleep or it’s the truth,
Then, enjoy the curse
                     of being a poet.

Benyamin Bensalah

22.08.2018

Don’t judge by my cover

You, who pass by my book
(For the most part, innocent women),
And leave your regard on me;
Please, be aware.

I know how attractive I can be
With my strong book jacket,
The exotic title on my front,
And the well crafted words in me…
But please, just be aware:

My well-educated manner is none
But the cruel life’s handwriting;
My papers are from trees
Watered with poison,
And they themselves cried with sorry
For the holder of these pages
While being cutting out.

Please, be aware,
And turn away that look,
Drown to death the mere desire
To have a look at my pages;
It won’t be my fault…

At the end, it will be just you,
The fool who desired reading
Something
Not beyond, but beneath living.

Benyamin Bensalah

27.12 2019