I am aroused by every syllable escaping her lips
She talks in riddles
She mumbles the truth
She exhales, I inhale
The pothole of a junkie

A shattered skeleton, I fall
A disabled man, I fall
A modern Sisyphus, I fall

We will rise as the sun sets
We are creators and the night breeds inspiration,
So meet me under the moonlight and leave your mask at home

Home is where the hurt is
Do look back but don’t stare for too long
Now close your eyes and breathe
Breathe slowly…

She pours out herself into the darkness
She moans the truth, her truth
I whisper the truth, my truth

A revived skeleton, I stand
A disabled man, I stand
A modern Sisyphus, I stand!

Now shut your mouth against mine, for there is no truth; only gibberish

Thus spoke IbnRishdi

Faceless Man

Painting by: Diana Gorab – Acrylic on canvas

Always absent
Doesn’t belong anywhere

No face
No name
No shame

Deaf to the crowd
Blind to justice
Faceless to everyone

Despises mirrors
For what is seen
Is not through the iris

Has no nose
For the stench of morality

No mouth to sing a song of praise
And no ears for preachers

On his shoulder the rock sits still
The rock laughs
The faceless man suffers
And without any facial expression

He crawls on his bloody knees
With his head tilted to the sky
He sees no light above him
His heart lusts for pain

The rock laughs again
The faceless man’s heart burns like the sun
Asking for more
And not asking for salvation