Showing posts with label Prose poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prose poetry. Show all posts

17 April 2012

The actor walked out

Saturday night, some actors were acting how they acted 
during that night time of year; 
Shouting into the dark void, out in the cold, calling onto the Lord
to take his son in, and maybe them later on, on board. 
 
Heaven. 
 
Our main actor, however, that same night, decided 
to walk out on that part.
Tonight, he said, I will be part of another 
gathering crowd, 
play, act
 
Dance.
 
The observer was observing all the dancers in the act.
Our main actor have been acting, dancing 
for a while
drinking dancing listening moving, 
that was the other act.
 
No one saw the observer standing
in the shadow of the concrete pole
Yet, the watcher was observed by one acting dancer on the floor,
the observer seeing plenty, did not see the seeing dancer:
our main actor.
 

04 June 2009

Anticipate

For what happens if the things i see start fading
                                                                       away 
becoming memories
(cherished memories) 
                                         or just another forgotten day
Trying to stop, stop everything
Failing to stop, stop everything

and I go


21 May 2009

خلّيني مدبرس مبسوط

خلّيني مدبرس مبسوط
لشو الإزعاج، ما أنا هيك مرتاح
شو ضروري كل يوم إضحك،
وإفرح وإسهر و...ما هوي لازم اكسر الروتين
بكم يوم احباط... وبيمشي الحال

حلْ عني اذا بتعمل معروف
خلّيني وحدي مدبرس مبسوط
بوكرا شي نهار بدق إلك
منضهر، منضحك، منسهر منفرح
بس مش اليوم
خلّيها لغير نهار
دخيل عرضك بس متكون
بفترة إحباط وحدك وتقول
خلّيني مدبرس مبسوط

معقول حسّ بإزعاج 

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