temporary peace*

Temporary peace
by Anathema

Deep inside the silence
staring out upon the sea
the waves are washing over
half forgotten memory

Deep within the moment
laughter floats upon the breeze
rising and falling dying down within me
and I swear I never knew, I never knew how it could be
and all this time all I had inside was what i
couldn't see
I swear I never knew, I never knew
how it couldn't be
all the waves are
washing over all that hurts inside of me

Beyond this beautiful horizon
lies a dream for you and i
this tranquil scene is
still unbroken by the
rumours in the sky
but there's a storm
closing in voices
crying on the wind
the serenade is growing
colder breaks my soul
that tries to sing
and there's so many many
thoughts
when I try to go to sleep
but with you I start to feel
a sort of temporary peace
there's a drift in and out



Is temporary peace killing our momentary madness?

I swallow colored pills for fun

I run naked under stormy skies
I feel the wet ground under my feet
Pulling me inwards, underground
I slide
Only my head is over grounds
I look upwards at the sky that turned red
It is coming down
Soon it will touch the land
And my head will be in between
The reality of the solid earth
And the illusions of moving red skies

I remain naked, surprisingly unimpressed
I feel the soil soaking my skin
Infiltrating the pores, making its way into my veins
Coloring my blood chocolate brown

The sky is moving closer, too close
I close my eyes and let go
I let the colored pills take lead

Brand new soul.

I pull
And I pull
And I pull
The string of my being
I hold on to it
And pull again
And I fall
On the unknown land
I drift
And I search
And I seek
A familiar face to grab
I roam
And I rove
And I end up
In the place where I first landed

No face is familiar
No words move me on
People of the unknown land
Are all distracted in shedding the thorns
That got stuck to their souls
As the years went by

I am new here
I have a brand new soul
How long will it remain intact?
How long until I am one of them?

October.

October is full of surprises
And packed with absurdities
With its green grass growing
Before the stormy winter
Like the peaceful tranquility
That precedes the flood

October comes in colors and shapes
Always succeeding in surprising
The mind that expects less
Let alone the mind that expects more

October is worse than the mood swings
Of my borderline personality
It deceives, thwarts then boosts up
The energy insides
Then just throws it down
Down
Deep down
Even deeper than its initial state

*photograph by E.A.C. in North Lebanon

Hippogriff of the lake

I dropped a heart beat
In the lake below
I watched the rings form
On the surface of the waters
I bent down to touch them
I fell in the lake
Two feet under water
I could see land creatures
That did not belong there
Roaming around freely
As if they were home
They had weird colors
And emitted weird echoes
I was searching between them
Opening my eyes wide
Focusing on the simple details
So that I find my lost heart beat
When I heard a huge laugh
Coming from a place nearby
The kind that makes you scared
I trembled
The lake’s hippogriff ate my heart beat

A trip at 12.45*

You are a thought in my mind
A vision in my phantasm
A ghost, among others
A word in my poems

You are an idea
A figment of my mind's eye
Lingering in my head
Tossing between my schemes
And my trepidations

You are a full stop
Ending each of my days
With an intense embrace
Wrapping up my daily qualms
Setting the stage for a night of fervor

You are a transition
From the worldly to the land of dreams
Transforming an ounce of flesh
Into a host of flaming desires
The kinds that trigger a heart beat

Injurious Items*

We sat under rainy skies
Watched a cockroach dying
Everything about her inspires me
Her words of reason
As much as her nonsense

Her philosophical attempts
Centered on the movements
Of the dying cockroach
Trying to decipher its existence
Beyond the raindrops and time

Her ambitious endeavors
In trying to fit in a world
Where her uniqueness is not sought after
Where commercialism takes over
Shimmering minds like hers

As I sit unaccompanied today
And reflect back on the days
I got to be her shadow
Listening to her words of acumen
Living through both her harsh and blissful realities
Feeding on her aspirations
Longing for their happening
As if they were my own
I throw to her side a handful of craving
To get the best out of life -

Not a single creature
Deserves what I wish for her to earn.


Painting by Christel Daccache - the inspiration behind this piece and many other aspects of my existence*

disoriented piece*

I breathe your voice
I feed on your facial expressions
I make a living
Out of daydreaming about you
And writing my reveries
In my red notebook
I seek sunrays
Lighting up your features
Collect them, in small pieces
Hide them under my pillow
And at night,
When it is dark
I amass them in a mug
Water them with
My delirium
And slurp them
Like milk
And then, I am able to sleep
With a piece of you
Living inside of me
Until tomorrow’s sun is up

The Incident Of The Man On The Clock.

There Is A Man
Hanging On The Arms
Of The Clock
On My White wall
Trying To Push Them
Backwards
While
The Hands of Time
Defying The Rules
Of Gravity
Are Dragging The Man
In A Circular Pattern
Left To Right
Leaving Him Breathless
Effortless And Aback
Carrying Out
An Arduous Chore
With The Only Aim
Of Restraining
Time
From Moving On
And Annihilating
The Dream
That I Have Been Dreaming
During A Sleep Of Mine
That Went Further Than
And Far Beyond
The Span Of An Animate Being’s Existence

light pattern of erotic delights*