Poetry


I have decided to move my poetry to a blog that is dedicated to just that. Poetry. So If you care to read my poems you can follow this link

http://shalabiehspoetry.wordpress.com

Enjoy.

I still my pen because I still my mind. It leads me to places that I have visited time and time again. I am tired of my mind and so I am tired of where my pen goes. 

I still my pen because I still my mind. It leads me to beautiful places that only exist there. I want to share them only with myself and so because I am selfish my pen is quiet. 

I still my pen because I still my mind. It remembers a history told before. It remembers happiness and pain. It remembers laughter and anger. It remembers what cannot be shared, and so it forgets as does my pen. 

I still my pen because I still me mind. Nothing is worthy of the ink. It dries on paper with empty words. There is no story to tell. There is no inspiration.

I still my pen, I still my mind, I still my heart.  

Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
I’ll and show you it faces
I’ll show you its places

Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
You can hear it voices
You can feel its pulses

Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
It is as old as time
It has many stories to tell

Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
You can write your own history
Make your own tapestry

Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
Meet the players
Feel its rhythm

Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
A walk through antiquity
A walk through history

Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
See it through my eyes
See it through new eyes

Let me take you for a walk in Damascus  

The Argeela bubbles
The sweet scented smoke clouds
I am lost in the headiness of it all
The coals swirl around, hot, red, don’t touch you’ll burn
I in hale deeply, knowing the danger, loving the effect
Her voice bubbles
In the dark, it gurgles, it laughs
In the dark, she is my vice
She is my release
She is my pastime, my leisure
My quiet voice in the dark
The voice of thought, of anger, of laughter and of pleasure
The voice that whispers sweet nothings all around me through smoke
She is my vice that I can not indulge
She is the voice I can not hear
She is my voice in the dark
She is the argeela.  

It boils
It rages
It reaches the rim
It surfaces
But it stays within 

I anger from silence
I anger from indifference
I anger from pain
I anger from words never spoken
I anger from within 

My pen writes in fury
My mind races with thought
My feet stomp the path way
It is all a hurricane circling within.

I see a halo of light.
I see a halo of words.
I see a halo of deeds.
I see a halo of history.
I see a halo of promises.
I see a halo of friends.
There are many circles around you.

The light is ever changing like you.
The words sometimes flowing from you.
The deeds speak of the inner you.
The history is what makes you.
The promises are what bind you.
The friends, they up lift you.
There are many circles around you.

These are the circles that I see.
These are the circles that I remember.
These are the circles that are you.
These are the circles that I enter. 
  

I dance the night away, and every song is you
I sleep endless nights, and every waking dream is you
I live every distraction, and every moment is you

You are the shadow that follows, even in the dark
You are the seconds of time, that run away
You are the clouds the cover the winter sky, dark, heavy and wet

I smell the coffee every morning, but you are the summer Jasmine
I hear the bells of Sundays, but you are the morning lark
I see the reflection in the mirror but you are the picture hidden in the memory
 

You are the elusive near
You are the distant clear
You are the effervescent that disappears

I wrote this on October 25… its taken a while to post… enjoy.

I’ve lost something
I cant put my finger on it
Is it a friend?
Is it a confidant?
Is it the sun?
Is it the moon?
I feel I have lost something
I don’t know what it is
I closed chapters
I purged my closets
Everything that left was my decision
Yet
I have lost something
Is it a part of me, from me, within me?
I have lost something.

I have not written a line of poetry in a long time. I have a lot to say but the words wont come. I heard a line from this poem last week and looked it up. I find myself moved by this and put in a reflective mood. It is a beautiful poem, a bit melancholic, but very evocative. There are other translations that may be more eloquent. It is by Nobel Prize winner Pablo Neruda 

Saddest Poem 

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.  

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, 
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. 
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. 
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms. 
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her. 
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. 
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her. 
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her. 
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. 
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. 
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees. 
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. 
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once 
belonged to my kisses. 
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. 
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, 
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me, 
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

I hear you in the waves
They crash with anger
Each wave frothing with rage
Each wave bringing you closer

The sea mist whispers your name
I taste the salt of your name
I smell the freshness of the mist

I want to walk into you
I want you to wash over me
Wash away my sins

Take me away with your current
Take it all away
Let me become one with the sea
Let me become one with the salt
Let me become one with the mist

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