Category Archives: Introspective

A Garden Among Flames

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A Garden Among Flames

O Marvel,
a garden among the flames!

My heart can take on
any form:
a meadow for gazelles,
a cloister for monks,

For the idols, sacred ground,
Ka’ba for the circling pilgrim,
the tables of the Torah,
the scrolls of the Qur’án.

I profess the religion of love;
wherever its caravan turns along the way,
that is the belief,
the faith I keep.

Written by Ibn Arabi
From Poem 11 of the Tarjuman al-Ashwaq, translation by Michael A. Sells.

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Eternal Sunshine

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Eternal Sunshine

If you don’t see me here tomorrow
Then it’s safe to say that I’m gone for good
I’ve left a world full of sorrow
To a better place, where my values are no longer misunderstood;
A land where my soul is unchained
And I fly as free as a bird

I’ll fly away towards the bright blue skies
Free as a bird singing the hymns of freedom
Into the sun I’ll go, where love never dies
I’ve had enough of the world, and I believe my time has come
To begin living my existence in the eternal sunshine of happiness
I’ll spend the rest of my days dancing with angels
The world needs no more of me and I need no more of its ugliness

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 21, 2013

Somber Nights

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Somber Nights

Somber nights
Winter weather
In a springtime endeavor
Choosing my battles, losing my fights
Seeking ingenuity
Eagerly, but without clarity
The resources are at my disposal
Procrastination is deft of arousal
Thoughts pouring in
Only ten fingers
Trying to find number eleven
But the golden idea lingers
Afoot an intricate design
Why do I wait?
Where’s the sign?
Longing to become great
I waste my precious time
Looking for words that rhyme
I should be creating art
Instead of dwelling on a forgotten past
Perhaps then I’ll have a start
The chances are bleak, and the fortunes are vast

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
March 25, 2013

Darkside of the Moon

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Darkside of the Moon

The pride steeps deep inside.

I want to give up and die;

No more energy left to cry.

There’s no place I could hide.

I’m in love with me!

Inescapable passion for this love,

But what’s a man to do.

I ask myself what lies on the darkside of the Moon.

Beloved waves, come wash me away to sea,

Where I’ll rise up to the skies above

And enter a more clairvoyant existence.

 

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 2013

Wordplay

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Wordplay

Rush and squeeze

For a quick release

Jump on, don’t tease

There’s no cure this disease

 

Headaches carousing around

Blood throbbing bound

To the vein’s torturous sound

Until finally, a melody is found

 

A gap in my brain

Makes me utterly insane

Aptly mundane

Floating in the rain

 

Trying to find that rhyme

That matches with time

And is sour as time

Yet cheap as a dime

 

Been climbing the stairway to heaven

Ever since I was seven

Stopped at eleven

Came back to fall in

 

Haze I grazed

Love had me fazed

My momma had me rasied

Passionately sex-crazed

 

Godly, but not righteous

Kindly un-courteous

Sloppy, but tedious

Awfully insidious

 

Quitting’s not fitting

But always jilting

Writing and knitting

As I remain here sitting

 

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

February 24, 2013

Paranoid Kitchen

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I wrote this a couple of nights ago as I sat alone in the corner of my kitchen in the dark while listening to music.

 

Paranoid Kitchen

I’m sitting in my kitchen
In the dark playing a song
Walls five feet wide and three yards long
The solitude keeps me thinking
About the tunes of the blues
Men singing ’bout love and nothing to lose
Now that’s staying true to you
While you don’t got much to do
Too bad I ain’t really alone
I hear a grunting moan
Coming from behind the juice pitcher
Blowing away the picture
On the refrigerator
It’s not that I’m an instigator,
But I reckon the presence of an unwanted being
Soon I’ll be forced to pay the piper for seeing
The wonders of selling grace
In exchange for a better place

 

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 17, 2013

Flip Off the Switch

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Flip Off the Switch

 

A long time it has been,

Since my belly sank down;

Purging the alcohol all around –

Ceasing my master’s mercy; deep in sin.

Lord knows I’ll be dead soon.

Drinking myself to sleep,

Haunting the hood as a creep

Never to rise earlier than noon.

 

A wretched fool I am; reckless.

Mother thinks I’m dead,

Father wants me gone.

Perchance, in me will awaken a change; selfless.

Abandoning addiction; I’ll have sobriety, instead.

Flip off the switch, and turn the light on.

 

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

February 24, 2013