Qadhi Tayeb

(azdi404)ازدب404 قصيدة نثر عربية مع الموسيقى بعنوان (النهاية)

(azdi404) my new track welcome to earth

I have visions inkwells of colored raindrops for every mood ... collected from the breasts of clouds Rejecting my suggestions Pens shun scripting my story Pages dismantling its lines In protest Because I portrayed you as a villain Sign of times = I collected nectar from breezes pollinated from flapping butterfly wings A potion, Taken before I met you On this now gray side of the horizon I wanted to learn soft words that affect you to romance you on a vacation with some silly letters like this = seasons will deliver you letters from me by rain and falling leafs gusts of winds and a touch of cold in winter a warm breeze in summer leather bounded by seasons ends read them carefully where ever you look sign of times = sing a lullaby, sing the beginning because I don't know how it started I'll sing the ending ... I know how the curtain will uncurl I have an hour to spare to write my will dead men have nothing more to lose I couldn't finish our story that started the way I wanted so you script it the way victors do sign of times = It's time to go I can't delay it any longer just conclude it with a lullaby so sing to me cradled my last breath and gently lay it down carve a headstone in my memory dedicated to you, phrasing "it's the sign of times." Sign of Times =

It’s nightfall & I’m lost in the bewildered roads that never wanted to reach her. Lost in the empty hills from attrition with the night owls scanning the darkness Feeling the pulse of dawn. The sky is still in limbo About the memory of silence whispering About my sorrow that never filled a book words constantly spilling over the sides == The hunger of my poems on a plate My healing notions in a wooden cup. I’m dehydrating, and death is carrying his photo albums and coming over with a cup of his favorite mix, To take me to his kingdom of fear shamed & naked, To be buried an orphan in a plot. == An eulogy sung by the moaning roses The humming of prayers standing there with surviving dreams that could perish If the gray seasons arrive a little late. == But the roads never wanted to reach her she’s unforgiving so death is coming over early And I’m alone and too far from home. I’m hugging the darkness Feeling the pulse of dawn crawling over the hills. Pondering how things could have become In the miracle of silence. == for (F. Maria P.M.)

freak healer, Deja Vu dealer, I lay me down this beautiful mutilation, wanting sleight of hand healing explore this freak, contemporary medicine is a joke, some call it deformity, but you call it art I love your patronage. = Knock the voodoo doll off the wall spit the spells on me, light the fire, pin the sharpened needles hug that strange replica of me it suits me just fine call me back into you, I'm careful about what I wish for, my lovely freak healer = I'm at the kalfou crossroads, I was wrongfully laid with the saints, gravely bent out of shape because of the shades of my faith. = look at me down in this hole, bothered, tame the shapeshifter, it fears you, the shape of a killer = black magic fidgety bruised by failed castings, amend the breakdown nullify my failures, bless your heart,   my sweet freak healer = mambo priestess initiate the rituals raise the spirits symbols mark the grounds pour the rum honor the dead zombies of me in block form stagnation, inquest a cure, negate your deed, call me back into you Like before, heal me, as I lay me down this beautiful mutilation, don't let me be what I am I want to be a reflection of your twisted intentions my adorable freak healer. =

and I walked  to the edge of everything in my infancy but nothing took me so low as you digging my grave as I grew into accepting what you gave to think I’ll leave you again in my high = being away from you is to ask what’s untying you from me this pestering sting in my heart every time I remember you = the fear in me is alive & fine about who will come into your bed after me fear in me is confined overwhelmed by you putting it to rest with misleading thoughts of high hopes pressing my mood = The fear is still here, the glow, the notion you away in lost miles, not returning something’s dying & it’s no one around me   I’m still in my infancy the fear is still here all I need is your touch =

God is alive and here. But he’s too Late So Amen to you (elsee) Amen

This is becoming the end My love for you is dying All the things I touch dissolve and your face is fading slowly How many times I’ve told you to come and save this thinning = One more night isn’t saving it Two more kisses aren’t enough Three more words aren’t stopping the hemorrhagic in my heart, baby love there’s just too much pretending going on, for it to work like it is supposed to. = We’ve deceived the silver lining enough. We don’t shine in those moments like we used to Do you have something else in mind? = Call it by name where are all those mighty men that dreamt about you? Where are all your dreams going now? trading what you have for what you want, = while I have everything you need as a sacrament expires. this is becoming the end, in this strange dying sequence. =

Come and remedy the flaws of your plans To entrap her,   At least a prayer for the dying Innocent parts of me. = oh Satan Come over and waste away with me I’m not over-dramatizing listen to her recite epic ballads of fallen mercenaries, Revelations & Invincible vibes, it doesn’t look good to me just gloom & haze.... = Can you feel her hovering over me Whispering in my ears “It feels good again.” Can anything else be this good? To be the chosen tortured one? I wasn’t careful in choosing my battles. = Oh Satan What have you done to me? Did you dare to conspire, I thrust into her all of me I thought I was enough Now I’m just another carcass left behind I can tell by the way I miss you. = Sanity is on a stroll, thinking things over, Voices of the past crowded behind tree lines echoing, Queuing me what to say I’m isolated in the cycle of vicious years = Oh Satan I was supposed to be your mighty sword I was supposed to be the foolproof plan What a coward now that you are I lost her & you failed me. = Suddenly I know what it’s like to live in the past I know what a bleak future means I know what a last wish means I now know what it’s like to be disconnected = Oh Satan so run until you find me by the edge of anything untie me from this knot and let me be my own = never tear me apart from myself let me choose my suicide something I can claim my own I’m on the road roaming the freeways there’s no turning back when I meet the perfect stranger in silent lucidity =

I can write about you If you want just break me inside activate a capsule to the victor goes the spoils just like before It feels like a new religion you come as an epiphany as I've never known you = come and see my blind cane leisurely walking me come and see what's mine a secret in everyone's heart a tumor divided shoved from my breathing end   to whatever I wished for   became my fear the other side of me a drenched spark splashed by hate clay molded to preserve me = a kindred from you the first wave of truth code of silence came packed in dead asleep last words, a swan song on a broken record skipping notes hinting where you float in mysterious ways = up in the arena's stands a finite to farewell a slim chance of a hello   I'm lost in more I have the big dipper to guide still, I lost your address = lost for words   I've longed to tell you I've been lost & found in  you this is a chapter's end as I see it never mind what I feel =

It can’t wait for you, It’s five til midnight I’m here with a cup of morning coffee at the oriental express station a crowd of one. = I’m dreaming out of sync Scattered like smoke in the wind leaving me as you left me just the shells of memories, with a promise of coming back in my luggage. = Slave to a rhyme on a line in a book, stones to throw away, the beat of my voice killing the call to send you a smile, before the train departs in slow motion. = my next stop is that open field by the geyser, by the old faithful, deserving my time, something lonely like me. =

Crystal balls smooth the wrinkles of time to feel   and gradually know what it's like to live.....   I dreamt of questions I didn't want to be...   I rode through a place called heaven   but I couldn't stop for the scenery...   I smelled the breeze, but it wouldn't stick to my senses   just a couple of miles away   from my headstone to be freed   to be okay again, needing to be.   I've meant to be spiritually born to reign under a sky, to shine as a sacrifice   and then... I could get close to you, to begin the life of a lie…  again to find the truth of you. ==

With all I have left, I rise   I rush again to the river of belief crossing the threshold of pain   that's lying on the side   Scooped a palm full   Washed my mouth   to call her name …   (elsee)

crazy about you that’s the rumors eager to devour you a glooming light in the susceptible side of my head = a jab in my face, you, loving the other man shun so strong it broke the walls of my devotion to generate hatred I Have one for myself to share with you = Loving you is as much equal to hating you a new pledge an ominous birthdate = poisoned rays side effects you cause exposed skeletons in me love’s a seed plant one in me = I’m out of skin covering mistakes paving ways for you, you’re just a stroke of good luck gone wrong ignored or despised   still tethered = I love you in my sight still, I hate you when away I love you as I bleed needing you on this side among the living dead =

under my skin, I can stir my disease lay on me a sheet or two of letters I wrote you on the other side of the moon, for a while to drown well, you could smile at my useless happiness,   It's a troubled time when it's turned on not far from your bed, baby = it's unmistakably your aroma, I try to get myself a little nirvana, when I sit on your porch during a holiday   watching you in the park, out on the plains on this groom less make-believe wedding day = I watch you from my car window at the red light   romancing everyone's dream around you except mine, wrapped in lamb skin, waiting for my turn; there is so much to talk about = the things you walk around and it's holding me back now because it's getting so much clearer in the rear-view mirror as I drive away with my disease -------

2003