Monday, February 11, 2008

KEEP DOING IT UNTIL YOU GET IT RIGHT.




Iam Al-Kahira, the comparer of nonsense and flowers,

Iam grateful for my stupidity, admitted easily, yet I am concerned with specific
Details of style as I sit here in rags.

By circumstance not by choice this shrub has blossomed: by choice and not by
Circumstance this life has been left plain.

I made an effort and found stuff to ignore, leaving rusty strings unstuck.
I neglect the spectacular and overlook the apparently important with deliberation.

I’ve waited eons for the reversal of my interests: now life has become the joke
And the sweetness and hilarity of my own thoughts have turned into a
Point of fascination for me.

No matter what anyone tells you: I don’t belong to any creed or sect, culture or
Race, nor to any period in history.

My only qualification is the age of my soul: I own three hillside palaces of quiet
Pre-dawn moon sound.

Humiliation is my clothing that I wear to sit and bark with the dogs. I disconnect
Like dusk and most likely no one will bring flowers to my grave.

I am ardent without deed and I am information zero; unimportant iridescent:
Grand palace of mercy.

Till now I stayed in one place not avoiding you; now that the traditions
Are beginning to dissolve, I put on my winter coat and walk away. Business done.

My contemporaries have declared society to be the central item and are discussing
Things of importance as I’m speaking to you now.

As my mother taught me to, I keep to myself a lot.

I am the lover of trees, found worthy of loneliness.

I could be the postman, the milkman, the sick person, the transvestite.
It takes 1, 2 recognize 1…
I am the unknown dervish.




If you had any idea how important this piece is to me.
Time to go............

M.Z.

1 comment:

neko said...

Greetings!

As Beckett used to say.. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

There’s a lot on this post that’s after mine own heart (if I may be so bold..)

I wish you all the best and lots of luck and success to you