Saturday, August 1, 2020

LARBI HOUMAIDI


LARBI HOUMAIDI

Dust

Under my feet
Blended with my steps
Swirling around my ears
Reminding me of my patience
A snuffle / a Question / a fear
Grim poems
shrines of sleeplessness
And
Dusk of  eyes
Guiding me
A Spiral calling me/tempting me
In labyrinth
On its shore, I'm exiled.
Sand, with devoured corners
Hiding me With veil of patience
Tell me
Thou crutch of blind patience
Does..?
Patience
Has gates
I was the one
Roaming
Now we are three
Shadows of a cadaver under roof of ruins
And bells
Knocked by fragments of laughter
And a mind
Doomed with cries of nights
A Sacrifice every night
Spirits
On ascents of call
swarms of agony
Lanterns
Hanging in fog
Tears of dew droplets
crying
dream flakes
Exits a mortal cadaver
Mirrors expose what tunnels hid
In lobbies of trauma.







Lightening Of A Thunderbolt

Lava beam
On a water lake
A thunderbolt
On the body
Awakened dead senses
From hibernation.
A touch desire spikes
Windows,
Caves chased by
Flames of rebellious fire
Following me everywhere
Insights of fire
Tongues sweeping words
Whenever night falls
Driving me crazy
Moon of affection
Towards lands of oversights .
A Trembling body
Hidden secrets
On a water rock
Alleys wearing  confusion
A Birth
In obstinacy rush
Chained loaded clouds
And I drink from the winery
Of Poetry
And darkness of gloom
Saddled of whims rip
Longing groan
Ignites  fire
Inside
Pleasure seeds
Lightning and thunder unite
In gasp of disbelieve
A body ,
Searching for pleasure
Asleep but won’t sleep
The Heat of noon ,
A moor of pain.








Paralyzed Wounds

Ebb and flow
Spray of poems
For dead hymns
lost in gloom
Sweeping sorrows
Deleted letters
Ignite
Flames of misfortune
Welcoming
Influx of Whispers
A lie rolling  another
On  remains of
Paralyzed wounds.
Spring of stones
Bumps of ashes disperse
Blind illusions
Coals of desires
eyes of flame emerge
On a deaf lake
Cinder congeals
In moments of doubts
From  fire and steam
Births within mirage
Births with the shell of void
Followed by labyrinth
In all nooks and crannies
Of waiting floor
A birth of dreams
Which got used to this gathering
The Fear of words
Crying tears
In languages’ ink

LARBI HOUMAIDI


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