There’s a missing beat between our lives
The chain at our hips has a link missing
There’s the faintest hint of an ache in my heart
And a worried knot in my throat when I’m alone

You’re still there laughing at my side
But now there’s nothing funny about it
You’ve gone but didn’t say goodbye
I can feel you there but I can’t get inside

You’ve left me for another friend
I can see it in your smile
It’s lost its ability to spark my own
I’m losing you, my forever friend

Our conversations on the phone
Once rambling happily for hours unfelt
Now drag by the moments and unspoken thoughts
With veiled questions and thoughts in your tone

You’ve cast away our friendship
And you’re dragging me down with it
I feel guilty when I can’t be there for you
Is that how you feel when I’m left out to dry?

I can see the end coming
It started when you began to frown
When you stopped trying to understand
And focused on how I should be more understanding
When you got sick of me being busy
Since you quit the things we used to do
Together

Something’s come between us
And it’s not just our different lives
We’ve dealt with that for many years
It’s the way you deal with the rifts
By distancing yourself further
That’s making me so sad

I can see the end coming
But sooner than you think
For why wait in strained silence?
I’ll just take my secrets and troubles
And care and compassion
And memories
Take all the best things I got from you
And leave with those pieces of my heart
See you later
Friend
Good day.

The love was a raven

In the concept
He structured
a horizon
And he browsed
In it
raiment
of the words

in the time
he wished
if shimmy
of the night
with out
buttons

in the dimensions
he stopped
in the length
and
in the breadth
and
he dropped
his one charcoal
among lines of light

in the colors
he was late
two seconds
from circle
of blue
and he regained
his coffee
till whiteness
of the things
back to him

every day
he dangles
from the roof
of his noon
and he thinks
like star
but
in black visions

written and translated from Arabic
by
Mohiee Ad’den Alja’biriee

Before the storm, wind whispering through the trees, waves crashing over the seas.

Bluest eyes, darkest skies
even those that hypnotize

Thundering skies, souls colliding
all at once find their meaning

Souls once searching now are gleaming, giving way to of what they are dreaming.

Lightning crashing, rain falling
their souls find what they are needing.

Written by me on 4/29/09

Ode To The Unawakened Lake

I

O unawakened lake, thou mother of the unbounded silence,
Thou the untouched precious of moments’ revealing prophecy,
O the deepest black, the dullest pale, thy embrace for sky’s restless pestilence

Of scattered rage, by such unspoken virgin decency, blesses it
With a silent striking image of dead leaves,
That calm and cold upon thine bounteous breast sit.

Thou on whose dead unmelodious stream,
Moonlight spreads her silver skirt of cold dust
To join the wind’s dusk dyed ballet upon the death of deep dreams,

Merge with me in thy bereft rhyme upon this fairy bed,
Sing me the silent song of thy solemn spirit,
Thou, who stole the charm of early dews on the rose buds, shed.

II

Feverish words of wandering eyes, restless but quiet flee,
Each like quivering beams on thy glimmering glance
And leaving all behind a blind man’s waning plea.

O lake, tell me the tale of beholders now that I
Leave this bed of earth to thy kindness and mist’s embrace;
Tell of hearts that darken twilights, dirge of memories that sigh

On a December day, as I sail me away
Through this path of dispersed lights with the faint descriers
That beseech behind unproved tears for bright rays,

Or even for horror of eerie deceits of moments’
Untamed commotion that arises beyond doubtful intentions’ reason;
O apostle of tender remedies, living preserver, still sincere, thou who lament,

Dispirited souls of wintry birth,
Shalt thou hear the spring’s youthful lust hailing havoc for her offspring?
O if the unborn queen of autumn casts cold blows in summer’s hearth,

Shalt thou suffer to believe whispers of the bell?
Hear that autumn comes with a cosmos of star lit prays for veiling clouds
Of anomalous hues, to sing thee destiny, at the end of a rope doth dwell.

III

O lake, waken, Let this be my hour afore the night falls,
Afore the leprous moon finds thy virgin
Sanctum asylum, the souls’ unawakening sepulcher of wintry halls.

Let the elves’ eyes be the eternal lament,
The cry belated
Of drained scars that toll for drenched wounds’ entombed cerement.

The mortals be mortal; spring feasts a birth, blinds
All ‘nd awakens some; Fearless, unleashed and outlawed
Winter fares thee well; O unawakening lake, shall I be anguished if spring falls behind?

humbled by the mountains bare

forever blue, forever there

forever before and after you

wherever cheifs stand cast in stone

from angles many viewed alone

of ancient past youve never known

still shadows reach and touch the bones

and turns you back to look once more

the jagged mountains darkened wall

the gravity here has kept you small

what brought you back to bear it all

and wallow in the games of hate

and swallow things that men cant say

keep love alive for just few days

some love that once was in a haze

is clear and free today.

Your Eyes

Your eyes are so cynical as they stare at me,
fire blazing deep within just wanting to be free.
Your soul is dead,
your heart is lost,
I can feel your pain.
It’s radiating off of you like a blazing flame.
So hot, yet so alone
you have no one to love.
You speak so little and care so much,
so why can you not see…
That someone wants to help you,
but still nobody dares.
To try to love or try to save,
this somebody like me.

A quiescence mind I could not find
for several nights last week.
Not for noise or lack of quiet
nor from the cold or heat.

It was replaced by something else,
something seem to take control.
Relentlessly invading my thoughts
then eating right through my soul.

Is there something missing for a reason
I’m not really sure. I ask my doctor, Please
if he could find some kind of cure.
My mind, at times, it’s not so clear.
I make the same mistakes. So tell me
doctor, is there something I can do
or I can take?

I’m wide awake exhausted. My thoughts
refuse to go, my eyes they will not close.
Please tell me doctor what is wrong, cause
you’re suppose to know.