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Abdullatif Kanafani Poem
The rivers run with tears
As oceans bear the rain
Sailors sail through fears
With no promise of terrain
Only to dwell and reach this land
That moans with sorrow and grief
Only to hold on to a lonely hand
The way a tree holds its last leaf
Don’t praise the moments of joy
Because they hardly ever last
Summers are memories to enjoy
When the Autumns come too fast
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Abdullatif Kanafani Poem
The raging party goes on into the night
Near the market place
Where the poor search for a fix
In the royal kingdom of religion
The girls come and go like birds in the wind
Enjoying the musical calls of black morning
The call of bootlegged bottles
From the trunks of 1989
Chevrolet Caprice Classics
The booze they water down
The brown paste they weave
They rave the gallon hours of secrecy
And shed temporary light
On the darkness of our conditions
They are our salvation
They are our escape
From the void we have already sunk in
They are the music that rings
In the background of our emotional decay
We are lost in their bodies
We search for ourselves in their bodies
We search for innocence on their breasts
We search for truth on their lips
We search for warmth in their buzems
We search for life in their flowers
We search for love in their hearts
Yet we find nothing at all
Alas … AHHHHH
The momentary pleasures
The screams of unheard noise
Echoes of the clackering furniture
In the clubhouses
Whilst the squad cars
Whiz by
Un
Aware
Blind to the endless possibilities of youth
Blind to lust’s capabilities
In belief that they control
That which is uncontrollable
That which is
Passion
After this phase
We fall silent
And dim the musical light
And find ourselves
Lost for words
Yet we need none
We share lighters
We play with hair
We bite
We tease
We are lost in meaningless giggles
We are lost on beds
We are lost on tables
We are lost on roofs
We are lost
On tongues
And indifferent to eyes
We are blind to gaze
For they will leave us in the early sunrise
And a new flock will return in the dawns haze
They are friends nonetheless
At least whilst they are here
And we long for their presence
For they bring the city to life
In those neon rooms
Of subculture delicacy
Where the boy explores
The creativity of divine expression
For the very first time
His body shivers with excitement
And at 4 AM he finds clear passage
Into the rose of a blossoming bird
He sails through the wet waters
Of fire
This is the place in the old country
Near the worship houses
And the market places
And the un walkable streets
And the death defying highways
And the floods of rain
Where everything is finally true
And options lay flat on the ground
For everyone to see
A secret cave of dancing lights
Far from the public eye
Where intentions lay
Naked
Bare
Beautiful
That is
The raging party
In the kingdom of religion
On Friday night
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Abdullatif Kanafani Poem
I have lost to this love
But I'll bask in splendor
As I watch from above
The memories to remember
Why depress my days
With sorrowful laughter
Why not cherish my ways
Of love forever after
It takes passion for lust
And it takes lust for passion
To watch love as it rusts
In the most twisted fashion
Love is the corruption
That keeps us warm
Love is the eruption
As lava begins to swarm
Across joyous meadows
With dancing landscapes
Across firy gallows
And smoky vapes
We visit this lustrous feel
That destroys all in its path
Best not sign loves deal
Lest you can bare it's wrath
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To think is the merciless fight
And I ponder my hearts insanity
To awake to the morning light
And your waves of endless trinity
I watched you dead silent
Entranced by your charm
My love for you was violent
And all it did was bring harm
If you were a drug
You'd be the pill
That would wait to
Confirm its kill
You are the remedy
To all saddening war
You are the songs melody
That sings in my core
You are the mirage
In the desert sun
You are the death
From which I run
Finding you in every corner
Of my minds endless maze
A weary traveling foreigner
Searching for days and for days
Searching for the reason
As to why my feelings exist
My mind plays with treason
As I struggle not to resist
But I return to my window
Watching you for days
My eyes red in the glow
Of your sun bright rays
Still I wake every morning
To reach the light you bring
Hesitating to let you inside
So as to hear your light sing
To swing the window curtain
To question my loves source
Do you love me ... Uncertain
But do I love you of course
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Could I sink into your breath
And fall silent on your sheets
Could I fulfill my lust for death
Along my hearts lonely streets
Could I play your neck like a violin
On a naked bed of sorrowful regrets
Could I invite you to some bathtub gin
And when its empty smokey cigarettes
To slowly kill what we have left
We’ll cherish the pain of desire
In a slumber of passionate rest
We’ll wake with our hearts for hire
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I wake up to a symphony
Of electronic sounds
And forget my dreams
In there lost and found's
Leaping into my day
With no destination
To go to class, I may
A war of contemplation
If Somehow if some way
I managed to reach my class
I'd have no attention to pay
And no prospects to pass
I'd wake from golden thoughts
Id be stolen from limitless dreams
To watch my inspiration as it rots
Towards educations demonic beams
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