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Desiderata

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Desiderata

Mmm,
she’s bene!
Walking along the
white sandy shore
of a tropical paradise,
I’m losing breathe
in admiration.
The vivacity of
her curves and
silky smooth,
glistening olive-tinted
flesh are mentally dulling.
I’m speechless when in
the presence of such a
… beauty or wonder?
I fear either words being
taken as a slight.
Exotic, like Persian gold
hiding somewhere
near the Caspian Sea.
Her hair is dark as night
and in the sun assimilates
with its burning rays,
creating this paradisal
effect.
Those almond shaped and
coffee bean colored eyes
send shrills down my spine
and when they lock with mine,
I’m done;
Bereft in exhaustion from
the feelings and desires
that erect within me,
I’m weightless and
I hear the words Futile Fool
ringing in my head.
She has a noble nose,
Cleopatra comes to mind
– though I bet she would have
nothing on her.
I don’t really bet, I know
it in my gut.
And her full pink lips,
so luscious
and brazen with temptation;
they shoot particles of lust
like magnets or bolts
of lightning.
As if Jupiter and Eros had
conspired to have me lovestruck.
Her smile melts my heart
and forces me, as if the dark arts were in play, to blush.
Not to mention the elegant legs
and bosom: I’m driven
to incurable madness.
Supple, firm, yet tender as a child,
all my senses are aroused
and with or without due justice,
justified.
I find myself prostrating in
admiration to the God
capable of a creation so
magnificent and mesmerizing.
I’ll worship and pray for eternity
to a Divine Being of such taste
and beg penitence for having walked the
Earth as a man of such daft acumen.
She’s the epitome of the material desiderata I seek in existence.
Money, power, the pursuit or acquisition of spiritual enlightenment mean nothing to me!
Not anymore.
Not so long as my heart pumps blood.
My eyes may have sinned
against the fate of conscious
sanity,
But there’s no fighting this.
I will either have or not.
Men were born to toil
and this is a battle worth
the spoils;
All will be vanquished in this pursuit, be it other men
or this ostentatious writer.
Music is pouring out of my heart
and if I were to lose,
there’d still be music left to write.
Words are spewing onto paper, for I’m bedazzled by a beauty
I’ve never had the fantastical
imagination to dream of.
Cervantes may have never had
the chance to conceive the likes
of Don Juan had he seen
the creature I was blissfully doomed to lay eyes upon.
Win or lose, the outcome
cannot linger on in the
confines of my mind.
I do not foresee an end to any of this;
But I must confess through my words that never have I felt
more blessed and content
to have been given the vision
of being.
The auora of her pulchritude
has seeped into my soul
and I may now die with the
sakeena the Sufi masters
strived a lifetime to seek
and a sense of worth, knowing
that God, the Good Lord and
Creator of all, had given me
the privilege to see the apex
of human perfection
and ethereal beauty.

By Mensur Gjonbalaj
February 4, 2016

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Her Beauty Silences Me

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Beauty

Her Beauty Silences Me

Her skin’s radiance
tantalizes me.
Her almond eyes, tinted in mocha, bedazzles me.
Her hair and its floral scent refreshes me.
Her lofty breasts breathlessly seize my gasps, paralyzing me.
Her stomach and naval prepare me.
Her smooth and elegant legs, attached to her vivacious thighs, embezzle me.
Her feet, graceful in splendor, enlighten me.
Her blanket beauty, in all its wonders, overpowers me.
And when she undresses, revealing the sanctuary of her holy love,
I am silenced.

by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 22, 2014

She’s so Divine

She's so Divine

She’s so Divine

She’s so Divine

She’s so divine
Every time I come
She’s there waiting
for me
The passion ascends inside
Nonstop elevation
Endless bliss
She’s so divine
An intangible thing
I keep thinking she’s mine
But she’s not
She doesn’t belong to anyone
But she’s got this magic
To her presence,
this feel that is unreal
Telling me that I’m what she wants
And what she needs
But she’s an illusion
So real it’s intense
A fortune that appears never to fade
A reality so inconceivable
It makes my heart sick in love
What does the truth matter?
She’s so divine
Consequences have no importance
A storm couldn’t stop me
From gazing upon her Bella-sity
All that comes my way
Could never satisfy and
will never please
She’s a silver lining
one that I’ll never attain
Knowing a gem of that
Pulchritudinous splendor walks
the earth,
Sharing the planet and
Breathing the air I breathe,
Though she emits floral scents
from her lukewarm lungs,
Is enough to give meaning
to my otherwise bleak existence
She’s so divine
And the only regret I’ll ever have
is that she isn’t mine

by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 16, 2014

To A Female Cupbearer

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Sharing some beautiful translations of Arabian poetry.

TO A FEMALE CUPBEARER.

COME, Leila, fill the goblet up—
Reach round the rosy wine;
Think not that we will take the cup
From any hand but thine.

A draught like this ‘twere vain to seek,
No grape can such supply
It steals its tint from Leila’s cheek,
Its brightness from her eye.

BY ABD ALSALAM BEN RAGBAN.

This Side of Paradise

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This Side of Paradise

On this side of Paradise
One feels the tenderness of the evening breeze along the shore
Calm and giving, the microscopic pebbles of sand caress the candid feet of the aimless wanderers –
Who by day roam the beaches charmed by the perplexities of their own subconscious realities
Only by night do they seek actual gratification by means of gross carnal affinity
Satisfying the need to rid themselves of their bestial tendencies; meanwhile, declining the possibilities of obtaining any possible form of spiritual propinquity

It is on this side of Paradise where dreams are imagined
Though they fail to become reality because of the sequestered innovation that lies locked away within the confines of the mind
Only at the darkest hour of night may it appear,
For in order to dream one must be sleeping

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
May 12, 2013

There is a Light That Never Goes Out

1992 There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

A classic song taken from The Smiths’ 1986 album The Queen is Dead.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Take me out tonight
Where there’s music and there’s people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don’t drop me home
Because it’s not my home, it’s their home
And I’m welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don’t care
I don’t care, I don’t care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn’t ask

Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere, I don’t care
I don’t care, I don’t care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one
No, I haven’t got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out

Words by Morrissey
Music by Johnny Marr
Performed by The Smiths

Dance Me to the End of Love

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Dance Me to the End of Love by Leonard Cohen

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Written by Leonard Cohen
May 3, 2013