a silver light like moonlight on
wooly spray like dew on dark blue
three beams of candle light
show through the steam and giggle on my skin
bent and curved, spent deserved
something you said
i saw you
i saw it
you bled
a silver light like moonlight on
wooly spray like dew on dark blue
three beams of candle light
show through the steam and giggle on my skin
bent and curved, spent deserved
something you said
i saw you
i saw it
you bled
I’m here if you want to
hang me up and bleed me,
my love for you, it’s simple,
blindness . . .
hypnosis . . .
In the silence, as usual
it’s useless to resist
You do what you want to:
feed me diamonds,
feel my body shaking,
swollen like a hurricane,
bite at the tips of my fingers,
frozen in prison
under your sugar halo.
I read him my confession,
and here is my sin:
I water the roses,
and take off my clothes.
It’s like this,
I believe in you,
so come on, lie to me,
hold me, drop me, let me go,
feed me diamonds . .
I love you, so
don’t leave me . . . please . . . .
feed me diamonds . . . . .
In our love game,
you glitter high up in the black
majestic, perfect, you get me every time
you land on my planet
pure silvery wine
intoxicated by your essence
you lift my chin up, pour in
then drip down my spine ..
Why do you defy me?
said the look in your eyes …
Wasn’t I was worth the time …?
You’re always hurried ..
when you walk through the door, I turn the hour glass
you’re slipping already .. the precious grains hiss
you tell me: turn around ..
we’re invisible
gas like spirits
sticky spit
slender waist and wide hips
black eyes and thick lips
i swallow your kiss
separately sick
you tuck me into my bed
you tell me to sleep…
I sink desperately
love sick
how dare you…
like this?
i dream I’ll wake up next to you
in the morning
I am she, owner and beholder of the prophecy
My name? My name is poetry.
I am Inanna, Aisha, and Mary,
I am Astarte,
bow now
And Hear my clear voice
Now rise, by my grace,
and say my name:
I am the dark matrix,
I am the source of the sun and the stars!
From my belly I birthed
Your essence. Your body.
I am the mistress of all of humanity who
sees in the light emanating from my eyes
a world you hold in such high esteem
and blinds you from the truth.
Recognize my power with certainty.
For you are of me and
I am harmony.
Love for war
war for love
I want more
more more…!
I am that dishonorable
Soldier of Love: The pristine whore
discharged from duty
into the Light.
I am she, owner and beholder of the prophecy
My name? My name is poetry.
I am Inanna, Aisha, and Mary,
I am Astarte,
bow now
And Hear my clear voice
Now rise, by my grace,
and say my name:
I am the dark matrix,
I am the source of the sun and the stars!
The truth seekers have seen me
From my belly I birthed
Your essence. Your body.
I am the mistress of all of humanity who
sees in light emanating from my eyes
a world held in high esteem
bloody and dim desire
blinded from the truth.
Recognize my power with certainty:
For you are of me and
I am justice and harmony.
Astarte May 8, 2017 New York 20:08
I learned today that the American Museum of the Bible in Washington D.C. does not contain Arabic versions of the Bible (thank goodness for scholarship!). This was a real disappointment to me, for the image of Christ and his martyrdom is a powerful one for Arab Christians and Muslims alike. On the other side of the world, in my ancestral homeland Iraq, a statue of the virgin Mary was removed from a public square in Basra, as it was considered a liability for causing tension between people.
I wrote this poem earlier this summer, I hope it channels some of the love, pain, and devotion that Christ demonstrated and demanded for God and humanity. Here is my performance of the poem in two parts.
I love you so much
I love you so much
I feel nothing now but then i remember
the ache
it confuses me
i want it so much
the shame of your gaze
your love leaves a bruise
a stain blotted on my heart
all I want is you
to tame me with your calm touch
to press generous lips
on wet skin. i melt
in white linen
wicked gentleman
or gemini twin:
i won’t question
ill let you win.
dark emperor –
it’s your right
neptunian king
your knight
my god
i won’t say a word
i’ll bleed deep crimson
you’ll slake from my tears
and i won’t make a sound
i can’t hardly move…
i can’t feel the ground…
August 19, 2017 14:55 Harlem
For my first post, I would like to share the script of the poem I recently performed at a fantastic event at Columbia organized by the Muslim Writers Collective and the Muslim Protagonist writers groups. I performed an English language poem of my own creation titled, “Bloodied Roses.” I actually had edited a few lines prior to performing, but printed out an earlier version, and had to improvise on the spot. Well then, enjoy this final public version and my personal recitation. Also, I hope you had a happy new moon in Scorpio weekend! I certainly did.
the essence of love
is it devotion
something immaterial
i succumb to
bloodied roses
an ocean
of dark red oozes
through her
from her eyes
drips remorse
I’m numb, paralysed, like always
my body ice crystal
his lies grate at my insides
master
i feel nothing
master i’m devoted
i’m totally powerless now
play resist as if i could say no
was this your plan all along?
did i set my own trap?
you knew
i’d do anything
it’s my own fault
a mineral
a grain
exploded
into our universe
your heart
sublime
i climb align, perverse,
expand then reverse
into a tiny seedling
climbing my top lip
numb and attached to you
a vine suffocating
my neck rains
a snake and blood stains
you force
your skin
a horse
im bound
a prop
i lie
around
all day
your doll
your kitten
i’m bound
I’m bound
I’m bound
blood pours
i’m yours
a rope hung
snug and safe and sound
your teeth
i beg to
want you
kiss me
i’m your kitten
me-ow
September 17, 2017
Harlem