AbdelAziz Alhaider

Rookie (in that biue planet......that called earth / within the time of the sad creation)

Frightening Crawl - Poem by AbdelAziz Alhaider

The time is crawling around the midday
and the nails under the heels are engraving in the head.
Heavy rain is taking the night and the day
the sea is cracking in the brain who is deeply interred in the grass
And the monkeys, which under the foot.
Are jumping
Forests of astonishments that have passed
Faces from clay and rocks
the faces were burned in the acidifying music
Streets were empty except from the whistling of the midday
Still sky looking for air to exercising a ritual breathing..
The retrain back
The body is crawling over the asphalt
the body which is still breathing
The man is squeezing his spirit an wilted orange in the Cup of rusted nickel
the newspaper are fluctuating.
Throwing on the empty table
under the splash of the Indian fan
The time is crawling
Towered a Cry which obscure the vision
the dry Mouth
The cave of the sitting spiders with lazily
And the older the old my memory is no longer rooming except for lust for hot bite of the salt cheese
lonely... Lying on the roads
the time was...
And the difficult decision was not….. What I am hoping..... The final decision
The crutch is releasing the legs pain ... deceiving since the morning to dividing the years
Quarter for an old song…....
Quarter for a dream with closed eyes
Quarter for the space surrounding the Ground planet...
And the last for the waiting for Godo….! !
The words were burned the olive trees...
The words were burned the burned anguish..
Extinguished the burned anguish
The time is crawling all the time... to the old madness..
To the caves...... Dilapidated houses from moisten cruelty
from the rotten disobedient memories Creeping time...
The time is crawling
Light a candle in the cemetery
and a wilted jasmine
He was a closest friend
the site of the secret and wound
Lost caducously
As a rain
as a puff from a beautiful spring
Lost in the midst of the crowded time and passing human
The time is crawling
Over the fragile belly of the sand minutes
and gravel stones
The eyes are cremating pop eying with fears
the black Balls are swelling
the planet is exploding in the memory which leave her nakedness
Here is the shadows man coming down from a carton stair
entering the large Printer inkwell
His smell is spreading in the orphan book
his heart is a brazier of curved back anger
And the book that could have been opened over a page of pureness
Here's the wind... shut it down, frivolously
rolling it on the coast of the bitter
Floating it over the dipped water of symmetry
Who is for this suffering mouth?
Terrified heart
Legs that have left their positions
Left in the faces of the case
Delights are turning it mockly
turning it by the sadness
Implanting its canines
in his oldster heart
Lost in the cities embedded in his lips
Under his fingernails that departed in the security stations
In the headquarters of political parties
in the newspapers brighten with poems... Stories... Dance
The time is crawling
under the eyelid of the time
sleepy do not obtain asleep that he wishes for a long time
in the years crazily fighting him
Kill him at all times

Comments about Frightening Crawl by AbdelAziz Alhaider

  • (6/24/2011 4:04:00 AM)

    Outstanding poem. Wonderfully conceived. Great imagery with nice sentiments. Keep it up.
    I rated it 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
    Kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, June 24, 2011

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