The beast inside is etherized,
Patiently slumbering in a trance
Hatching conspiracies of dark intent,
Digesting the prospect of a secret break,
Possessed and obsessed in its consuming intrigue.
But the man outside lives happily
And he thinks he keeps his pet securely on leash,
Harmless as a bird, nestling in its cozy nest
Bondage is as a barrack, easily subdued
When the beast is suddenly awake
By its wild instinct to break free
From the life of a spoiled pet
Bored, driven by lurking, insatiable thirst
To quench his need for fresh flesh and warm blood
Neither lash nor rod could hinder him
His eyes zooming in on his target
He starts to rise, run, leap and speed
Like a shooting star licking distance at one strike,
Sniffing time at one sniff.
Taming the wild could last a while,
But stopping its attack would be in vain.
20/04/2012
©Atef Atyaoui
Categories:
etherized, allegory,
Form: Blank verse
Take this card,
take any card,
and know your fate,
or discard,
both theory and invention,
my reality and yours,
ignorance and substitution,
illusion, and delusion...
Is your card not The Hermit?
The Fool's retreat,
into passivity,
into defeat...
Have you forgotten life?
Have you placed a candle at the altar,
infront of the pew,
in wretched wood,
where you took your seat,
wavering your doubtful hand,
over the demonscroll,
the bound holy sheet...
Turin Shroud,
our ressurected Lord,
confound;
silent miracle,
so soft,
with peachy flesh,
blue as The Hanged man,
...oh how he spins!
Have you ever seen rope weave,
the threads of death,
so beatifully,
reflecting the serene,
etherized,
etherealised,
in the pale sickly sheen.
Categories:
etherized, mystery
Form: Free verse
I too believe
Flowers have more purposes than the bringing of fruit
So that all of me is not known
Though dig to the bedrock of my root
And I have feared that I shall go away
Before the golden fleece
Of many colors set me laughing at sun, moon and stars
And ever walked between the morning and the evening
Avoiding Martha's doubt
And the tears
From the depth of veiled despair
It is not evening etherized here
But common dust
When every atom is built by faith
I am sick today
And was sick yesterday
And again they brought me
To the gate Beautiful
After he was swallowed in the clouds
Yet I did not wait like Lazarus
For I too
Can be sick unto death
With these two voyagers:
Goodness and mercy
On eagle's wings and loaded with sunshine
Piloting me.
Categories:
etherized, philosophyme, sick,
Form: Free verse
At twilight I sang
through veils of darkness,
as moon turned heads
with her crescent mourning,
and yesterdays permeate
within this etherized rhythm,
the metronome swung
a lifetime within a crescendo,
violet tears seeped octaves
and feel distantly,
to move in life
and shivers took hold
in old lanes paved
with tears of stone,
streets littered with
tissues of newspaper,
blowing to roll
as a string of
breath past,
dustbins filled with organs
necessary removals of survival,
now
breathe with life again
amethyst and gold leaf,
press all roads of now
to rain,
with feathers of faith
with the debris of horror
gasping at routes end,
a mercy,
street-sweepers cleared
to guard
waiting for the call
to a final reckoning
now as midnight chants,
striking
every memory of horror!,
crushing each torture!
till,
they are nevermore
I sing with amethyst ether
tendril-ed from my lips,
and I forgive them all
in one breath
Categories:
etherized, forgiveness
Form: Blank verse