The Deep Embrace

Even if its sea is silver-
And golden is its shore,
I should never be going there-
To the sea of sore and sorrow,
Not anymore.

Where faceless phantoms sing-
Lunatic nightmares,
My place desires but to sink-
Deep into the wares and blue,
More and more.

Their song is about people-
Hurting, violating,
Their air is violent, purple-
Breathing, exhaling the hate,
More and more.

Reaching the charmed deep-
Their hate is fading,
Fades the desire to weep-
To be living down the surface,
More and more.

Even if its sea is silver-
And golden is its shore,
I should never be going there-
To the sea of sore and sorrow,
Not anymore.

Benyamin Bensalah


Castle of Blue

Gloomy skies cover the Castle of Blue,
Its Knights are laying in a moodless mood;
It’s been a long time they have seen no moon;
No day, no night for the Knights of the Castle of Blue.

The stones hold an insentient blue hue,
Their sentinels are guarding no more good;
It’s been a long time they have become loon;
No meaning, no sense of life their lays construe.

Castle if castle, it was, blue if blue,
None of its living dead might be understood;
It’s been a long time declared the end comes soon;
No Devil, no God has control what it has been through.

Fate avoids the castle, avoids the crew,
Its dark blue prisoners are for ever ensued;
It’s been a long time they bear no hope for fortune;
No chance, no move might lead out from the Castle of Blue.

Unfriendly place is the Castle of Blue,
Its hostile creatures are by no living viewed;
It’s been a long time to be timelessly immune;
No living visitors, no inquisitors just Knights like me and you.

Benyamin Bensalah


The pit

It’s a great pain, but I merit
Because I’m a man who said it,
So, if I said it to merit, let me get it,
All of it:
The pit
Without exit
Dark, not lit
Tight, but fit
Just sit
In it
Don’t omit
Just sit
In it
In the pit
That you merit
As you said it
So you have it
The pit
In it
Your shit
You’ve done it
You merit
And to quit
Just re-commit
In the pit
Before a visit
That gets you out of it
Just to give you a hit
Next to it
Back to it
Giving you the credit
That you do merit
And you belong to it
The pit
As habitat and habit
And to commit
Back in it
Till you quit
Because it is it
What you merit
Stay down in it
Till you say it
And believe it
That you merit
The pit.

Benyamin Bensalah



O’ miserable me, being under pressure
Of life, lust and other human finance!
How long you desired that you’ll never belong,
How far you’ll strive being among them one?

So, silly you! Still enjoying your yeaning conscience –
The machine installed only with pain and pathos,
Tell me how do you feel now, O’ fan of fun,
Tell me if your game is steer’d or just chaos.

O’ me, poor poet, unknowing the words –
Words that may help you in your play,
But you use them on no wealth nor on the heart of a madam –
But you paint the already dark world into your painful plaint.

Oh! Those empty words addressing diaries and deities!
Just use them, damn use them in the sake of money!
Enjoy the life as others see it: hell funny,
Enjoy the joy of flesh, blood and honey!

Even the purest girl is a matter of ware –
In the purest whorehouse as on the Sphere!
No matter! Enjoy, you’ll die out like the ideas as laisse-faire –
No matter! Enjoy, you’re dying already as my dog died, Dexter.

So, miserable me, undress your pressure as well your obstacles,
Since you are just a poor condemned and damn poet-animal –
Spend, spend your life no more under pressure,
Spend, spend it as a vital – without depression.

Benyamin Bensalah


Depressive creativity

-What do you mean by depressive creativity?
*Let me chant you its syndromes.

*My lung is breathless,
*My chest is breastless,
*The beats of my heart are weak.

*My eye is lifeless,
*My time is sightless,
*The people around me are so bleak.

*My life is worthless,
*My mouth is wordless,
*The beasts of mine make me a freak.

*My tongue is wordless,
*My words are worthless,
*The beast, I am, has no one to speak.

-It’s creative indeed!
*Thank you, it was good to talk.

Benyamin Bensalah