Layla S. Al-Marzooqi

Poetry

NOWHERE

Nowhere near the sanctity of a sage

On the scene of your grappling stage

The theme you play and what implores

What was then and what came before

The chanting chorus, the lawless souls

Yesterday as tomorrow, the future displays

The clowns, the fools, and the crowds at school

Unrefined beholds the factitious clay

 

From the start you’ve been told

Nothing endures, not even gold

The grass is cut, the plot is old

The books you read, the lies you hold

The seeds are sown in mud and stones

The planet was born blowing its horns

Sailing the seas, its crown of thorns

Your mind, your mercury

The messenger of vagary

Your treasure, your foundry

Your grief, your lechery

Your pleasure, your treachery

The end of the century

Panic, manic, catatonic

Neurotic anatomic

Platonic melancholic

Dogmatic bureaucratic

Extreme streams, emblematic!

Absolutely problematic

The herds, the birds, the flocks inferred

The mass, the class and what’s preferred

Gamblers, scramblers strangulating the faith

They roll their dice; they call their vice

They aim to entice and set the price

They deal, they wheel and claim they heal

They steal your wealth and claim your health

They seal your fate, bestow their state

Hire, tire, retired, expired!

 

They hold your breath they warrant your death

Referred, deferred and all that concurred

Infused your vision with blurred precision

Mathematical definitions, statistical incisions

 

The journey must end when nothing to fend

The ship is wrecked, the letters are penned

The words, the rhymes and what contends

Popping the pills, killing your ills

Instill, refill, go drill your will

Your bill, your spill, you’ll be so still

Unquenched, unhinged your endless thrills

©Von Nachtblau – Feb 22 - 2020

 

AUTUMN


Autumn dragging its feet
Clinging to its foliage feast
December ingresses at its door
Relenting ultimately to disrobe
Its quilted colorful cloak.


Shedding Its golden yellow sleeves
Red, orange, crimson n green
Burnt amber ‘n sienna leaves
With hints of pinks and blushing peach


Winter knocking blowing its wind
The Shimmering leaves hanging from trees
A prolonged October feast
As chandeliers ‘n ornaments from a Christmas tree.


The rain follows and the call heeds
With a blink of an eye Snow White is here
His awaited bride off her feet
And Fall reluctantly sweeps!
© von Nachtblau - Dec 1, 2024

JUST BE

Just be, let it be

As the moments dissolve

As the days vanish

Escaping mortality

 

Just be let us be

Together on the road

As the rail leading us somewhere

To a different reality

 

Together yet separate

Together yet alone

Together yet another entity

And time’s infidelity

 

Just be and let me be

As the years go by

As time unfolds

With hidden cruelty

Or hidden beauty!

  

Together hence more

As the road we took forth

Little moment we share

Utter Eternity

vonNachtblau - NYC – 1998

ANONYMOUS

If I could, I would be invisible

Close my eyes and disappear

No religion or identity

No race or nationality

No place or a country

Just no limits is the boundary

 

Why should I have a name

Isn’t it just to find and blame

Why should I have a social security

Isn’t it but to add to my insecurity

How about a big title in a corporation

Just another name fit for investigation

Stateless all I want to be

Anonymous just let me be

No gender to hinder

No Prozac to stack

Or Viagra to brag

No pills to swallow

Or bills to pay

Let me be

Let me be who I am

Isn’t it what this is all about Uncle Sam

Am I insane? Or you think I’m vain

No status for your apparatus

Let me be, let me be who I am

Anonymous

Is just my name

Anonymous

Is but my fame

vonNachtblau - NYC 1997

CLlNTORUS MANIAS

Is it morality in questions

His lies or ours that we deny

Or our inner perversions

Or the use of our private parts

Which is the talk of crowd at hart

Gynecological politics

And who is Starr from the start

Just another invasive man

Lawyer Voyeur with a reckless call

Lucifer wannabe saviour

A Nazi who claims to be God

Media Republicans or Democrats

Three labels for same damn brand

Bunch of bandit running the scene

With an audience….

Blind to their schemes it seems!

A devine comedy from the start

Facing the nation as a farce

Pussy Galore in Dixieland!

vonNachtblau - NYC - 1997

 

WAKE UP

Wake up people wake up!

The world is slowly dying

Stop the wars

Stop the installation

Stop the traitors of every nation

 

America

The world is bleeding

Wake up people wake up

Americans are still dreaming

Time to stop the clock

For a moment

Forget the buck

 

America is not Black

America is not White

America is not Red

America is not Blue

America is not Green

America is beyond

Beyond your pale colors

Your fake rainbows

And plastic Stars

America is not for play

America is not a gender

America is not young nor tender

Nor your Ladyboy puberty bender

 

America is not Caucasian

America is not Asian

Nor should fret or fear an invasion

America is not European

Nor your foot soldier or your peon

America is not Ariel

Nor should fight or die for Zionist Israel

America is not Arab soil

Nor should die or kill for oil

America is not Hispanic

Nor should die of panic

America is not Christian

That brought about African slavery,

The Inquisitions, the Holocaust

And the genocide Of Native American Indians

America is not Muslim

That kills and terrorizes each other’s nations

 

America is lost

Lost in the hands of ghosts

Leaders of the kingdom of death

Wake up people wake up

They thought they’d catch your breath

Strip away your souls

 

America must be a colorful nation

America must be for true Liberty, for innovation

America must stand for Justice, for Equity and Peace

Not your Corporate greed, thievery and exploitation

America must be for real prosperity

Not for wars and bullying other nations

America must be for a meaningful mission

For the world, be a uniting force, not a divisive force

America must be for real human evolution

Not your violent and criminal revolutions

 

Stand up stand up

Stop the wars mend the sores

Save the Constitution from prostitution

Protect the Institution

Stop the political whores

©vonNachtblau - NYC - 2005

GREEN

High I fly with eagles

Never a rooted tree

Trapped, but can be free

And my roots are just boots

I wear them walking the streets

 

Just a page turned

From the old book of past

And the past in my hand is

Nothing but fleeing sand

 

I escape and reflect

Here in the land of green

And my heart is always green

Fertile as these open fields

Green as you have never seen

©vonNachtblau - Germany – 1998

 LET’S SING ALONG

Let’s sing along

Where do we belong

Let the words tell the story

Let’s be strong and stop the wrong

Too much hate so much at stake

Leaving us a bad taste

Media feeding on politics

Strangulating essential ethics

Truth left in the Attic

 

Violence and war

Speaking of the norm

Standing on the brink of a storm

Resistance struggling with indifference

Propaganda a world agenda

A composition, a symphony for war

Destruction is at store

 

Democracy! Nothing but hypocrisy

A crisis for humanity

East and West, same at best

Let alone the rest

Living in times of crime

Shrouded with disgrace

Fear is left for you to embrace

Peace! Just a shrine

A refuge for the unlawful slime

Religion, politics, the corporate huddle

The elite of the holy brothel

 

Let’s sing along

Where do we belong?

Let the words tell the story

Let’s be strong and stop the wrong

Let the spirit bring glory

Words, poetry, music, the Arts

Together we can start

Let’s sing along, louder stronger

Together we belong

 

Let the revolution the Stifled EVOLUTION!

Take over nations

With truth, with love together we can start

Shredding the establishment apart

Changing the world at heart

vonNachtblau - NYC - May - 2005

TIME

We live in a world so intense

Struggling with time with no defense

Children today but tomorrow old

Fighting with time but time is bold

 

In the silence of the night I hear

The ticking of a clock in my ear

Awakens the thoughts while we’re asleep

Of a time, a day we fear so deep

 

Running hiding away from timing

Time never stops and keeps on going

A day goes by a year is passing

Spring has gone, winter is smiling

 

The shadow of death covers us all

Where the world ends when reaching its wall

What remains, from a skeleton a piece of bone

And from a mountain, a piece of stone

Boston - 1987