The Hierophant's Death

Behind my words are my hopes

And behind my hopes is an angel singing my death and yours

I said to her "It's the ending of a cycle and the ending of me in your life"

She is now awake to the sound of nature and the angel's voice

We are soaring in the approaching stars

I am dreaming and cannot comprehend it

I have seen the stars

Dear stars: the awakening and the loss, we are born and fall

Dear stars, you too are above and lost and hanging like a booklet unread yet open for us all

Behind my eyes is a secret

I vouched to never share it

I see the selfsame eyes of my mother and my grand mother

And the eyes of my great grandmother, whom I never knew but felt

And so this line unto the Alef and the omega point at infinity

With my eye still I see the light, the crow that sees everything and smiles

And knows everything and smile

We comprehend a moment through him and smile

I see all around my skin and beyond

I have sung one thousand songs on the electric body

I have invented my self

I have killed my self

I am just a form of English words written by an Algerian spirit

A vision of my soul through my third eye

I see my grandmother observing this literary realm

By birth I am no different than her, born in a mystical marriage in Algiers

Why is it then that I have to feel attacked each time I love a soul?

How did you love them all Grandmother?

To be a threat to someone's ego yet still believing in his soul

I believe in all of us and I mean all

The one who believes in the all is in a fall

His soul is rich his heart is tall

Yet sometimes torn and at moments scorned

We say what we have to say because it's who we are

Enlightenment is laying your hand to others not less but more

Than anger we need kindness and compassion

More than the machinery of the matrix we need to drift with the flow

People are late way behind and late

It's our duty to love them and a strong demand to be loved

One day I'll be gone I'll vanish in the cosmos

These words will remain coming from the depths of my soul

I believed in the signs of the universe speaking to us in each waking moment

I believed that the sameness of the sane is but a curse

Then thought that sanity is conforming to the norms

And at the end of the day we are judged for not being the same

They will lure you to join their game

They will implore you to be the same

They will tell you about God through insults of hate

God hovers over them and chuckles

They can't feel the smallest bee

They can't feel the heart of the hearts

God's tears fall all over their ego’s pride

These are the chosen men who will liberate Jerusalem

Lost in the certainty of pretending to know it all

Found in their ignorance of certitude and following the all

The fruit of knowledge is Ameer and the all

Seen eye saw them in their severe scenes

The scenes gave signs and sense of everything in the all

This mundane dream is surreal

The fantasies are real

The moments of epiphanies are beyond the all

I have seen my body resist

The suckers of energy and life thieves

I have seen great moments of my greatness flicker

In a moment of nothingness clarity is here

I was awake dreaming of new rues to write on

And hide my soul within

Of new faces to face and new vessels to inhabit and new lies to unfold

And how I adored the moon and its moonlit stroll

The stars tiding in your body reflecting the sacred geometry

Mandalas in your breasts

Valhalla in a steady nest

You opened your heart

You opened your soul

And so opened your legs

But the threat of amenity is hated

One will always hate what he doesn't have yet craves

I crave what I have and love

And for your stability I pray

Inch’alelujah Amen

They pray for a town vacant of any female presence

And when they're aroused they implore for their presence once more

A hypocrite stage of only wanting to love and be loved

The one who doesn't have abhors the things they adore

And more and more will the moors spread

The dread they preached against and wore before

Liberate your soul and you will reach the everything more

As when you were an infant

As when you used to dream

So let us live what I once wrote

We'll reassemble in the middle of my pages

And in the pits of their damnation

We'll be spitting illumination

I have buried the rascal in the chapter of Love

And drowned him in the sands of the Sahara

I sank him with my rhymes ten lines deep

And when I departed with the sands of time I sought the love I once preached

Then I understood that in the heart of the hearts is the love I should seek

God never abandoned me but he cursed me with talent and merit

He offered me the tools of comprehension

But never the comprehension within

I went inwards and outwards

And in between I was afraid

Who will cast the black stone?

Who will build for me a home?

A hovel where I could sit pray write and meditate

A happy novelist no more

I sang the interlude and lost the encore

The corpse of a dead ego is but a revival of his soul

I belong to the race of universal oneness

I am the son of Algiers and the starry heavens

My mother is immortal my father is eternal

I was here before and I will be here afterwards

As yesterday I had put my aim heavenwards

And have always been blessed with the present

Feeling on pause of the course of the world

Life is an eternal suffering

Suffering is transcended to poetry

I suffer write and rejoice this poetic wheel

Now I give this rascal’s weight from off my head

The pride of a streetborn artist from off my chest

With my own words I renounce my earthly claims

With my own farewells I ink this poetic decorum

And I bid tender night to the dormant martyrs below

To the one thousand and one night and shining stars above

To us personas of a forgotten tragedy and long acts playing without

Us children of poetry, love and divinity held within

We are the oriental dream

Spices in a medieval meal

For all that it's worth the gnosis is in our hands

And all that is lost is but a building of a better

Life to be lost all will be lost but the vivid instants are gained

Whether we are in the loss or the gain

What matters is that in between we must rest

In this mundane world we live only to rest at the end

From the material matrix we must rest