A to Z, looking for happiness

Absurd thoughts coming from a spotless mind;
Burning bridges and looking sadly behind,
Crying out tissues without real issues,
Dying in seconds thinking of a muse,
Entering her life so that to leave,
Finding myself newly naive,
G spots for her pleasure,
Hiding as a treasure,
Inviting homeless,
Joking hopeless,
Killing time,
Loving by,
Mind,
Never mind,
Ol’ possibilities,
Poet communities,
Questioning taboos,
Returning to the muse,
Seeking that happiness,
Turning back cuz I’m a mess,
Unwanting to go outside of this hell,
Venting in poems there’s no one to tell,
Why I am here, I don’t know nor I do care,
X-Ray shaming clouds smoked in my despair,
You could help on me, so it will be all your fault,
Zero meaning or happiness I found just as Mersault.

Benyamin Bensalah

27.01.2020

Inspired by death

Inspiration –
To what, all of us are ever subservient,
Sith, being inspired is being alive on its own;
Letting the soul to inspire the fresh reasons of life,
What-without, all of us are just junks of empty organs.

Life –
What is taken by the reciprocal goal
Of living for living, looking for no end, no beginning;
As plants, animals and we humans struggle in its vicissitudes,
The essence and quintessence all of this is living with a goal.

Art –
What is life itself, but not on its own
Since only an inspired, breathing soul can feel;
Feeling the love of the poet, the zeal in a painting,
By meaning of every day is an art, and art is the drug of every day.

Love –
What once is the meaning of life,
After a glance, the most painful drug a man can taste,
Brought by the sweetest venom of a woman’s play and demand,
Killing and enlivening by itself and by its drinkable, smokable antidotes.

Death –
What is fear’d, but inspires us the most,
Its single existence urges us to seize the day;
Seize it by love and art while we are still here, living,
Seize it by seeking inspiration in every moment of not being dead.

Benyamin Bensalah

18.10.2018

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

08.04.2019

Ode to Inspiration

The wind is grinding words into my ears,
Followed by the sounds of the meridian,
A stone is not much, but I would not raise,
Nor my ears to a boring noise.

The only thing rising my regard,
You are, so mantle me, Oh sunshine!
Blind all my unease and pain,
Be the only light of my mind.

Feed me with words that are all yours,
Let me plough the sky! A pair of wings
To me! To rise me, Horus, into the high,
Lead me to the gate of your world

Ere long! There is not a minute my life,
Sing all thy wisdom to me,
What you see by thy hawk eyes,
Tell me all, my love.

Angel you are, I’m your preacher to hire,
I am to sleep, but inspire me more …

Benyamin Bensalah

Translated from my Hungarian poem, “Ihletnek fohász” (2009).

05.07.2017

The Seventh Seal

And when the Lamb had opened the seventh seal,
There was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour –
I did grab my last chance at God to finally feel,
But after all those fights and battles, I still was proven dour.

Never – I felt myself winning in Death’s game of chess;
Even if, I was sometimes pridefully smiling,
Just as like children feeling proudly after doing a remarkable mess;
I wanted to prove myself on Earth while God has been hiding.

All time – I left behind the ridiculous faces,
Painted with pious spirituality from random rapturous riddles
That might fuddle the painful slaves on his laces
To hear the scream of Death as dance-starting fiddles.

Oh, no – I said: Away with all the physicality,
Give me rather knowledge on my own – at least to know –
Who is God and who is Evil if they are real in reality,
To know, these faked battles against Death were not shallow.

All time, I’ve been annoyed on my road,
Though, it wasn’t Death bothering me but my own emptiness,
While others had thousands of funny wishes implored,
I only wished to fetch up with my boredom and lonliness.

Never, I gave up to call the fate upon suffering fights,
To know, whether I would bear another hit – another blow,
Then, for sure it’s my final destiny to hear how it invites:
Come, it’s the end. I know you’ve become so tired for now.

And when the Lamb had opened the seventh seal,
There was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour –
And God has been silence all since I’ve been able to hear,
Say, what’s the fate of such a terribly deaf and faithless soul?


“S.D.G” (Soli Deo Gloria) — “To God Alone the Glory”

Benyamin Bensalah

21.08.2018

Inspired by Ingmar Bergman’s movie, The Seventh Seal (1957)