tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857509527776719703.post6194817261552124839..comments2023-03-27T06:35:06.486-04:00Comments on Confessions of a nocturnal nomad: RevolutionAli Alikhanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870383993844549285noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857509527776719703.post-82076134153515473122012-01-28T23:13:12.020-05:002012-01-28T23:13:12.020-05:00The written word reveals so many references that a...The written word reveals so many references that are hard to catch in a live performance. I really enjoy your imagery in this poem. Thank you Angel :)Ali Alikhanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07870383993844549285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857509527776719703.post-25679348867044077472012-01-28T15:11:53.842-05:002012-01-28T15:11:53.842-05:00As Promised:
EXODUS
Could I form this prayer int...As Promised:<br /><br />EXODUS<br /><br />Could I form this prayer into a psalm? Could my words run towards you, embrace you in a hug, speak to you without uttering a sound? My questions are shadows of haphazard dances on edges of Grand Canyons. Thinking what if I teeter tottered over the edge, blindly bolted to Bahrain with arms in a fist fighting the tides of the Black Sea, in a Mediterranean Middle Eastern sea of Arab Springs and white colonial slave ships that chain us to each other. I CPR your 9/11's falling from twin towers like beads of sweat from temporal lobes of craniums. You speak in silent soliloquies. Wishing to return back home, but home is a grave, and no one lives there. <br /><br /> Tel Aviv I grieve. I weave seeds. I reap. I sow woe. <br /><br />You flinch at the sneeze of a grasshopper. My words will tread lightly so as to not set off bombs. I know your family lives here, as I catch your eyes and visit the rooms there in. Slowly running my fingers through Siberian arctic fires that cause my pulse to tremble. I breathe breezes of cactus splinters against Sahara desert skin. Hurrying against raw mouths. I fall into your Nile Rivers. Mad. Dazed. Perplexed. What would you have me do, Jerusalem?! Sprint! Dashing, haphazard leaps, I ricochet bursts of fireworks rupturing from tears of molten lava gorging out into Victorian Falls. I roar at your punctured lungs clutching sulphuric acid. “Get out!” you snap. Your eyes growl shut. <br /><br />Cairo there is a siege in Gaza. The Wailing Wall refuses to let me in.<br /><br /> Blockades clench my arteries.Angel Nsenganoreply@blogger.com