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Luis Mdáhuar Jul 2014
The day will come
when your vibrant life will assume
it’s divine calling
as the cactus surrounded by thorns
waiting for a mysterious animal
or the one to come
your life is your life summon
your soul
there will be precious stones
and the field of pure joy
in contemplation not alone
will your heart beat
to defend
as the grass beneath your feet
from the horrors of man
my child will be protected as the last
fruit to be fed
and rejoiced where death will leave the earth
on the continuos feeling
without knowledge
innocence reborn
out of your joy
never mind all
your flesh and blood will
rise
further on as it is today
clapping to the infinite
stars
cleaving to the dome
in the dessert sky
but the weeping child
begging with his life
is heard no more
seen no more
his little feet
and his little mouth her mother cannot feed
streets where not one can mention them
they are gone
from the image of toy
their’s is the pain hidden
beneath the priest’s cloak
as if warning signs for those
who cannot
will not
comply
to the filthy desires of commerce roads
slavery again subtle new
riding noiseless machines
like a dagger without blade
which hurts no more
into the joyless life there is no laugh

Awake awake let your limbs speak
let your skin rebel
let me ask you
where is your mother?
is it not the angel who looked into your soul
and her life turned into the secrets
of life reflected in your toes
here for joy you are made,
from wood and clay
ancient bursting flames
embers and shapes
visions from the magic land
imagination playing with nature
and artifice and nature combined
where is your strength?
is ti at the office?
in it in your car?
facing the computer or the bill?
or is it in the secret
of the first incomprehensible kiss
I ask thou
and thou shall respond
sleeping in the holy grass
innocent deepest abyss
where luminous beings ignore
what is a fork
but the cloud carries the luminous being’s
light
like a woman asleep
and the hunting wings
the dessert speaks
more eloquent than a tv
wild cry in the tenuous tensions of night
with your lonely fear
as the sun and the mysterious thorns
Luis Mdáhuar Jul 2014
the void of loneliness
lurks like a ghost at home
in my self
let it come and stay for a while
it will give you strength
to receive joy
strength to live as a man
it is an escape valve for feeling
real feelings to cry and clean
all the emptiness of humanity
modern man does not want to feel
truly stupid
that is sad to know
just sit and let it come
welcome it
there is more truth in sadness than
in all the stuff you find in machines
know it
let it cook in you... slowly
it is love
and the acknowledgment
of your humanity
Luis Mdáhuar Jul 2014
If I burn my boat, there will be no more
If I sail with my hands
there will be nothing left
If I walk around a brick
my heart will be lost
and if my heart gets
lost
I will find chance
where the sails fail
the hands steal
and I go far
as far as the castle
coming to my dream
holding a piece of silver
and the cloud
to the mountain
the deer will come
then my life will be
gone
and I will sail
with no cloth
just a hand full of hope
and in each finger
there will be a drop of blood
with all the joy
and all the pain
sailing in front of me
holding the scale
with a big mast and a hammock
instantly folding and dreaming
on this land
that it is I

— The End —