sadness/dwejjaq

sadness yields
its strength
from the mind of doubt


id-dwejjaq jgħassar
saħħtu
minn moħħ fixkiel

beep

Life is changing
as are the dynamics
of our relationship
thrust into liberal fora
without much of
prior consent
The world is changing
or maybe our view
since it moved south
Before you'd wear
your heart
on your sleeve
Now you roll it up
to keep it nice and tight
and quite out of sight
Maybe in the process
you hope that I won't beep.
well, you're wrong
BEEP

l-oħra

jien hawn nistenna
biex issir il-ħin
mad-daqq tal-qniepel
joħorġu l-iskiken
minn ġol-kexxun
dejjem ifur
bl-imbarazz
żejjed
bħall-ħin
li nqata'
nistenna
żejjed
bħal
bewsa
misruqa
żejjed
safra li
tbedna
'l bogħod
żejjed
x-xoffa
li minnhom
joħorġu l-kliem
żejjed
b-linja bejn
il-fantażija u
r-realtà
biż-żejjed

Twissija

Nixtiequ navżaw li l-monstru reġa' qam.
Bħalissa qed jitmattar u jiġi f'sensieh
wara raqda twila u profonda.
Jekk iżżomm ħalqek magħluq forsi jisma'
il-lullaby, u jerġa' jorqod
mingħajr ma jikkawża
l-ebda dannu.
B'din it-twissija, nfakrukom,
li m'għandna l-ebda kontroll
fuq dan il-monstru
u għaldaqstant inwissukom
li żżommu lill-uliedkom ġewwa
preferibilment imkaħlin mat-television
biex moħħhom jiżvillupa skond ir-rieda
tal-poplu u l-pajjiz.

Iġri, iġri!

ġejja l-elezzjoni, iġri, iġri,
hemm bżonn li nwetqu
dak li wegħedna
ħames snin ilu
isa sur ministru, iġri, iġri,
tantx taqra bejn il-linji
l-aqwa li t-titlu x'ħin jinqara'
jinstemgħu t-trumbetti
jdoqqu mis-smewwiet
isa sur prim, iġri, iġri,
il-kabinet erġa ħarbtu ftit
imma qis li tħallih kif kien
tant ħadd mhu se jinduna
dan poplu rieqed! mhux hekk
ara kif sraqnih, u se jerġgħa jivvutalna
isa sur president, iġri, iġri,
għidilna ftit fuq l-għaqda
bejn il-gvern u l-oppożizjoni
malta blata waħda
min jaħseb mod ieħor
jgħix f' illużjoni
isa ġaħan, iġri, iġri,
qed isir il-ħin
ara li tiġbor dak id-dokument
ħa tivvotta għall-partit
u għal pjaċir żgħir li jingħatalek
mingħalik li b'xejn
vi jew va
se tħalsu bil-liberta ta' ħsibijietek
f'dal-ħames snin - iġri, ġej

Tonight, today

You are the darkness of the night
brought by carelessness
created to break my eyes from the light
turning your back to me
switching on that artificial light
remaining uncertain
maybe tonight we will fight
You are the lightness of the day
brought by lovingness
created to provide hope in a ray
turning towards me
switching on to a busy day
remaining unfocused
maybe today we will find time

Bla Kliem

Emmen li qasam il-baħar biex isib il-paċi
Emmen li telaq ħajtu warajh
    biex jinsa d-demm li nxtered
        quddiem għajnejh

Ħares 'il fuq itir ma' l-għasafar
Ħareġ il-mijiet tad-dollari biex
    l-allat tal-baħar juruh ċkunitu
Sabuhom, qabduhom,
        tefgħuhom ġo gaġġa
Saħansitra qalulhom imorru lura
It-tama baqgħet tpespes
    ġewwa widintu tgħidlu
ibqa' sejjer u ssib il-paċi
ħa nifs 'il ġewwa, għalaq għajnejh
u ħalla x-xemx tagħtih
is-saħħa għal jum ieħor
                          jum ġdid





[pittura ta' Gordon Pace Flores]

lost a poem

lost a poem lost a thought
in it there was a feeling of god
i don't know what will happen now
whatever it must be a little odd

i've turned pages over
looking for crabs and seas
looking for birds skies and beauty
looking for the sting of bees

i heard a song yesterday
it reminded me of you
i shouted out hey there
listen to this it's good

you drew me a picture
for the poem that i lost
for a picture says a thousand words
and in it my thoughts it must host

you told me of the stars
that swivel around
you told me of an endless sky
somewhere there we did collide
in colours fantastically bright
shining through our life
here on this land
ever increasing plight

space

where do the children play
with the ever increasing cars
the ever diminishing space
the development of towers
apartments of box rooms
space is unheard of
nowadays
life becoming compact
virtual
flat
the only space we seem to care about
is for ones and zeros
no space to let
politicians wanna be heroes
for the added economy
and their air of vanity
for their thought of knowing
what you need
they understand it all
except for that need of space

ċaflisa ħsibijiet

Linja ta' kliem
  sabuk
fis-sliem
  u ħarbtuk
fi ħsibijiet
ta' x'jista' jkun
dak l-inkwiet
qalb l-irdum
jtektek
  jkellmek
    jfarrkek
      jsaħħek
boom!
tfajt il-ħsibijiet għar-riħ
ħallejt l-inkwiet ġo kaxxa
u rajt li stajt tgħati ċans
li nħabbatlek mal-bieb
u tlaqqani ma' l-isbuħija
li hija int

[pittura ta' Gordon Pace Flores]

flow

flowing expiring evaporating
into thin air
out of a thick cloud
to sense your lips
your cheek against mine
warmth in our hearts
enveloping bodies
movement along a tide
opening to the world

tonight

what's gonna happen to you tonight
all alone for once
are you going to run for your mother
are you going to fall in the abyss of loneliness
are you going to put an other brick in that wall of yours
or do you hope for your thoughts to wash off
along with water and soap
you leave me wondering
where are we now
where have the last months been
not even in our memories
lost irrelevant unwanted
are you tearing out your hair now
in the pretext of giving it a curl
are you fearing the silent place
and the mess they left behind
just for a day you say
but what will happen to you
when it will no longer be just for a day
the day you dread

gypsy

a gypsy
with a digital camera in her hands
which previously stole cents
now she steals smiles
from not so innocent men
she does so easily
without flatter or guilt
her sunburnt fair skin
leaving heads turned
already delving in sin
she moves like a shadow
from past to future
she can tell the lies
that you hide behind
while loves dies
she will say
to the gods you should pray
for in the lines of your palms
there is hope love life

dak li jtir

xtaqt niskopri d-dinja
u minflok sibt lilek
b'ghajnejk suwed
u l-pala t'idejk
samra midfuna
fil-but
tistenna
ż-żmien
itir
min fuq rasek
bħal żewġ għasafar
li bħallhom malta
qatt ma naraw

venus & the crescent moon

as venus seeks out the crescent moon
we too seek out each other
in what we were
what we are
what we will be
all questionable
with faulty placings of our feet
there will be no easy way out
as we continue to step along the dance
and in this unexpected dot
we can find our ability to evolve
as partners friends lovers more
encoded mysteries will soon be known
as our history
in unknown events and happenings
passing by unnoticed in daily routines
of a pounding life
yearning of clarity courage confidence
to battle the fear of unexpectedness
and to move a step closer
the whisper of love in your ear

midnight spell

I am kept awake
in a pool of anger
by a midnight spell
a fractured dagger
at the interior of my lungs
exhaling air
with three wooden thoughts
hovering heavily above
ready to fall
pound my skull
some words you choose to ignore
and some can easily be better formed
you can destruct my pride
and like a child I’ll hide
you can win your pride
in complex terms you can divide
the imaginary from the real
the beginning from the end
the fear from the truth
the love from the hate
only then the spell will break