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Can'T Sip Alone From That Cup

Necessarily to Samora


On the stream, a cork was thrown
She sank in
She tripped on
She was picked up
A beach, a wave and a sailing ship don’t matter.
You will arrive at the time of coming back. 
-Faceless towards passion-
 
When the dawn was agonized, morning came
I’d be dreaming my dream
The delusion of paddling the sea of love without safety
That passing by valley slits the front of my house
Brings and takes water -don’t you mind giving me a cup!-

This instant…
Domesticated with pain
Your loyalty is vital and you are well-worn
Imagine you
Laying nearby in others snaky arms
The arms that shot my heart
---it shaded lights on more beats 
Instead of the distance
Gone astray is not at ease. With the wind and with the wind
 
This instant…
Time struggle against time
As you smoulder my mind's eye into a fantasy
Days are nights and the same line of attack, sub- stories
Why reddish rose in my hand as you are all roses
I obey the truth; I’m only irritating other’s plant
I gain the fragrant of my tiredness –walking on by-

This instant...
Up above where air outdoes 
The reverie is stubbornly standing
I still jump onto the floor preparing a glider for love
Uncut ropes and a silky seat for two birds
Poetess is my bird on shoulder, in veins and between bones

This instant…
Underneath the last sparkling star thinking and gazing
Into things that have been my own
That will never be my own.
Getting back to the memories
Swimming in an endless pool of images and words
Quenching the desire of missing, just somehow

This instant...
My senses flounce your absence
Your silent acquires me the language battles
---God! A German flight pierced the atmosphere
Shelled many wild birds there as I was only watching the scenes

This instant...
The valley’s slit leaves a border line
Face on the pane; I steal glimpses
Wiping away tears by sunny bar entity
Hanging on someone to bring me gathered drops
Steadfast-
“No more than one” I say to heaven-

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This Strewn Pour Tous Les Jours

Seemed too shy-

To articulate

In flash,

 

She squealed

Beyond phoning:

The business between us-

Is agonizing,

 

Search for bona fide,

A suitable beloved-

"Pour tous les jours"

 

Hang around!

Do not kill the whole toy.

Regarding these words

I will answer:

 

“Long time ago,

I did not think of you.

Initiatory, 

I disliked this affair”

 

Seemed too shy-

“Pour tous les jours”

 

I’m not the one,

Who dare to ran

After statues,

Asking or crying before –

 

“You are so precious”

Has been untold -

Where were you?

Falling worthlessness!

And wasting of energy

 

Seemed too shy -

“Pour tous les jours”

 

I suppose,

This is your temperament.

You do not have a heart.

Unaware of how passion

Looks like -

…

 

Few words

For consideration:

“I have never cared”

 

If you couldn’t dig up the point,

Keep knocking at my door,

I’m going to teach,

Having much time to play –

 

Toujours…

Holding over

 

What about the dead?

What about the alive?

What about the rebirth?

 

Too shy to talk about
***
~By M'hamed Kanour__Email: medkanour@gmail.com~

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Doors

Il vaut mieux- as there was nothing.
None knocks at the door, as I don’t knock more
A horse doer, escaping from the stable
I penetrate a place then dropping from the window
Humming – hawing,
Rushing,
Sighing,
-In a far bench
I count the stumbling words, trailing the weakened tongue

Il vaut mieux- as there will be everything.
I come looking for incision to run away
The scattered papers, I let go
Trying another iron or wooden door
I’m crazy about wall’s hole
Joyful,
Sorrowful,
Lustful,
Our relation is like railway lines
We meet underneath the pressure of changing the course.

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Love Philosophizes

Love philosophizes:
I will eulogize obstruction
I will displace your obstruction
You and I are one. Frugally: - “Who can be this one” Squealing! - “The free seller”. The seller is fled and I know his place, disguises and winks, there in the lane’s backside birds bid streams for dryness.
Love me with no pocket
Though I muse on those pockets you own.

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Through My Glare

My face in these eyes;
Shining towards the sky all the time
My shape is a novel with thousands of chapters.
My hair is a forest of thoughts.
My eyes are decades of worry.
My lips are opened door. 
My ears receive the howls of the wind.
My nose is a statue looking for lost spirit.
My body is too weak as Hercules was not,
My heart is arrested there searching for freedom.
My back is affected by the past as an ancient wall.
My hands are wings of bird have just escaped from a trap.
My feet are quickly driving me towards the future.
To nowhere I’m running without fixed level. 
I’m sentient enough with my semblance.
***
My face on the mirror;
I watch a tidy man’s scene with many interpretations.
Have a gaze at; it is deep and brightening.
Realize the motivation:
What really goes on with this reflection?
There would be no disturbance;
Just give that white pen.
I will write about your beauty.
I would show some reality about this mood.
How mysterious are the man and I?
Do not take us with you in this heat time,
Do not push us inside your dreams.
You will see such dusk,
Due to the night is so dark.
And I’m just a night bird.
***
My face on the murmuring stream;
Wet and dry, it is alternative all the time.
Do you like this race?
All this vitality is carelessly being wiped away,
Looking forward the oblivious chair
Who has the key of stopping the tragedy?
It is forevermore, a simple destiny-
Not imagination but messy
It causes a bit horror inside the iron core.
What is beyond the mountains?
The needles in the smooth path are confusing the soul.
The soul is still running wild under lovely trees.
Trees are inside scary jungle.
Though, there is an exit.
I’m fixed in my way,
And I’m fixed in my way.

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Initial Eastern Song

JUST one
staring at the bottom, so clear,
want to know the deal
why this squeal?
ha, the girl on the glass screen.
I acquaint with the hasty hearts' beat
'my expresso is bitter sweet'
I sing for you: black pearl
on my lips don’t leap 
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Rushing Words

And when I grew
My troubles grew with me
Then the remains of a tree cradled me
With all the purple
That it owned this carcas

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When Samora Left

EXISTENCE is compatible with chaos.
The chaos’ time is never to be lost
whilst being an unconscious step towards more steps.
It fits extremely with tiredness,
while a wild fantasy drives body and spirit
across the unknown brighten jungles,
a coercion without handgrip.
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