Bartend the Thirst

(Start) 
When a city or a woman drains all the love you had in your Spirit …
When the elixir of life begins getting out of your ribs …
The perfume of Jasmine Becomes meaningless..

(Astonishment)
At a moment of surprise I wondered:
How could love turns into a knife …
How could God’s face turns into something without features ..
Or at its best, God’s face turns to look like the face of Judas the Iscariot…

(Dream)
Once, I had a dream to be a father of a girl ..
A girls with gypsy brunette hair and eyes ..
I shall call her Rama or Elia ..
But at a moment of a childish grief …  I started to dream of an original funeral for myself ..
A Funeral, no one thought about it before…
Nowadays … I have a dream …
when I am going to leave in the convoy of the dead .. to a more beautiful planet
where there are no betrayals or Jelosy ..
I would love to leave accompanied with Pete Segger’s songs, for I love life…
I am first and foremost an active member of Gabriel’s party ..
Isn’t Gabriel the angel of life?

(Thorns)
Once upon a time … I loved a woman with all my soul …
I added her a rose to my song ..
And to my lyric a plant of Jasmine …
How could I trust her after a betrayal ..
How could I give her my heart once again ..
While all these bloody thorns in the spirit?

(Doze)
I yearn to sleep like a baby.. But,
In order to be able to sleep ..
I want a hand of white jasmine … and body and a spirit, dedicated to me …
And tears of joy as a magnificent Wine ..
In order to go to bed ..
I need a love soaked with a wet heart
And a Picture of my childhood..

(Come)
She said, “Come” ..
Come with bare foot .. ..
And I came ..
When I arrived …
I called God to come and cover me with fronds of palm trees ..
I called God to cover me with flowers, Torah, Koran or the Bible ..
I called God to cover me with heartbeats and bells …
I called God to cover me ..
I called God, you, to bemy cover…
I May not wake up …

(Grief)
It’s been a long time
Since I wrote my name on a school chair..
who can give back the braid to my heart..
I admit,
I believed in a dream that suppose to take me to the Canaanite time..
But, I didn’t arrive …
Only my blood, whose travelling between the Chaos of Capitals and languages
Knows why lovers  are so sad …

Reviews

[Isabel25]

A poem of lost love and unrealised dreams. It is filled with sorrow and grief and missing pieces of our lives. I did not understand certain parts of the poem. But still, it is deep, profound with heart ache and sadness.

I added her a rose to my song ..
And to my lyric a plant of Jasmine …I liked these lines very much.

Sir, what is a "Torah"?

[William Nassar]

Actually it is not a lost love, rater it is more about a betrayal.

The Torah, is the holy book for the Jews ..

[Valentine]

Reading this I liked the way you divided each thought into a stanza. Some are written very well. Doze and Thorns I liked the best. A thought provoking write. Valentine

[William Nassar]

Thanks Katie .. I like the way you put your words..