Voices

I love the suave musicality of Persian 

which transcends me to a thousand 

and one night ,rose and jasmine scented.

Grave incantation of the arabic ,

offering rising  to the heaven ,

 desert of  the pure souls ...

Troubling beauty of the Russian melody ,

boatman master of the infinite .

Turkish,running  down  the mountain 

rider  of the long steppe 

that knows  no border ...

 Impassive Mandarin ,center of the world,

quiet impermanence thinking in ideograms...

I love the sounds of these languages 

expressing  a new world's  order ...

The vociferations of the old world 

  falls silent,  chocked with lies revealed

 and  unveiled imposture ...

Shut up ,you  seductive  swindler 

whose burden we must  bear !

 You no longer have a  voice to preach !

I love the violence of all these languages

that draw  out cheeky  vowels  

and imperious  male consonants  ! 

I travel on the rebellious memory 

of my inner melody  

and vocabulary of imaginary ,

religion,ritual and shelter ...

The soul at peace ,contemplating 

the star rising in the  far east ,

smiling at the death rattle 

of empires joining the grave ...