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Rain and
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Rain and
Embers
Ali Nuri
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For Jeffar
autism does not define you
nor do mute reflections
render you speechless
you spoke in smiles,
the only words
worth hearing
Contents
To Be a Murmur
The Undesirables
Cultural Chimera
Scorched Earth
The Devil’s Music
Wisdom
Sumerian Wings
Eve and Her Mother
Ode to Your Wings
Fantasia
Ouroboros
Cartography
Dualities in Clay
Dead Matter
Visions of Eminence
White Shroud
Pantone 448 C
Hide and Seek
The Mirage of a Forest in the Ruins
Ballerina—
Blue Doors of Elysium
Say it Slowly
Between the Chambers of Dyslexia and Dyspraxia
Dead Language
Arabian Ink
Rain and Embers
بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
Giver of Divinity
Rot
Holy Waters
Gravity
Man-Eater in the Mirror
Namesake
The Father of Dust
Descendants of Ali
Forced Pilgrimage
Salt Garden
Icy Puzzles
The Void and its Siren
Minerva
(req·ui·em)
Inspiration
Icarian Sea
I Only Found Three-Leaf Clovers
Cradling Stress
Casket of the Damned
Log # 435
Crusade
Linear
Stubborn
Sin City Pilgrimage
Metrophobia
Deceitful Visions
Treachery Through Time
White Noise
Necropolis of the Sun
Nearing Nirvana
Gratitude to Joy
May Artemisia Bloom
Tomorrow
East and West
Ishmael’s Monomania
Dredge
Currents
Misplaced Sapling
Between Roots and Ash
Sailing to Pacify the Storm
Urban Jungle
Racism
Not an Immigrant
Almost Human
Nasir
I’m Looking Up
Human Connection
Isolation
Earthly Sickness
Obsolete Letters
Hush
Canvas
Muse
Devotions
California Daydreams
Kaity
Chrysalis
Snow White Butterfly
Dawn
Mornings
Selene
Iris
Regrets of a Life Not Lived
The Window of Longing
Grow Ancient
Spider
Waiting Between the Pauses
I Do
The Breath of Love—
The Shape of Absence
Your Air is So Familiar
Sophia
Fan to Sea
Log # 666
The Feather of Truth
Love as Adulation
Biblical
Embers of Babel
Humanity’s First Sin
Cli·ché
Carbon is Poison
Questions
I Let a Fifth in Today
Sigmund Freud
Baptized in Tears
Faith
Feelings
Georgia
Oscillation
Senseless Decades
Poker Face
White America
Lessons Learned on the Hill
—already forgotten
Earthly Inheritance
Rusted Robot
Silence
Goodness
Ra
Pegasus Folds Blank Sheets
Tautology
Inner Beauty
Euphoric Efflorescence
No Other
Ablaze
Scarlet Horizon
Madness
Obscene Obesity
A Letter to a Thousand Faces
I Hear a Whale’s Song
Static—
October
Relative
Miscommunication
Between the Bloodlines
Clockwork Asylum
Log #1
Log #2
Insomniac
Just the Echoes Remain
The Conjuring
Naïve
Twilight in Lions
Night and Day
The Promise
—Your Name
Naked Art
Atlantis
One Step at a Time
Euphoria
Someday’s Dream
Heart-Shaped Nostalgia
كُنْ كَالزّهرة
التي تُعطي عِطرَها ،
حتّى لليَد التي تَسحقُها
—الإمام علي بن أبّي طالب
be like a flower
that gifts its fragrance
to the hand that crushes it
Imam Ali Ibn Abi Talib
To Be a Murmur
I hid my voice
it sounded wrong
the way it said my name
I hid my voice
they said not to speak
in the native tongue of my mother
I hid my voice
not all tyranny
is the same
I hid my voice
they told me not to say such lies
that the Holocaust had long since gone
that they've learned much since then
I hid my voice
it gave life to atrocities
in distant lands—
in camps torched to ash
I hid my voice
it only sang of s
orrow
and sadness had no place
I hid my voice
it dared to make me human
if they had only wanted to listen
I hid my voice
but I haven’t forgotten how to move my mouth
to form the words that weigh heavily on my chest
The Undesirables
نور الف شمس
بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
ربي ارحمني لأنهم لا يرحمون
though my lips are dry,
the taste of alcohol still lingers
forgive me, ancestors
for I had thought them waters of divinity—
gods and deliverance found in the bottom of bottles
but I'm still sober with horror
please grant me the serenity
to begin on the right side
of where I had been left
born to shifting sands,
I am a flower without roots
learning to bloom in the wind
carried across sun-kissed deserts,
a king exiled from paradise
I wore my father's sins
how dare he stand as a pacifist
without a choice
rising to fight against
Saddam's tyranny,
evil’s ugly face
though the Iraqi Shi’a lost three revolutions
time couldn't age them, restless they never became
fear couldn't silence what pride couldn't tame
though it coursed through their veins
lions without a kingdom
nomads without a home
Roma reborn—
riches to rags
to stitched-together tents
made of trash
the wealth of refugees
can't be measured
in what was left to burn
in unholy flames—
towers of Babel
scorched Babylon
but napalm couldn't torch
a righteous wisdom
passed through the centuries
lingering inside unwavering DNA—
the swelling voice of Imam Hussain
Shi’a refusing to bury belief,
to find solace in safety,
to drown salvation
in unjustified peace
our ancestors
from nearly 1400 years ago
marched from the ancient past
to stand by our side, not to fight a hopeless war
but to continue a struggle against hate
monsters masquerading as kin
demons preaching torture—
the mutilation of innocence
in hands not meant to hold
anything
except for a plea
asking for redemption,
humanity's absolution
Cultural Chimera
I have two names
speak two languages
a refugee
of two places
struggling with being
the wrong ethnicity
twice over—
in the eyes of my roots
and where I am asked
to bury them
torn
between east and west
sun and moon
an eclipse
that doesn't get to witness
the magic of its being
resisting against the image
of supposed impossibility,
delaying its birth furthermore
the unity of two
without conflict
an omen
that even in darkness
miracles are born
Scorched Earth
I found your redemption
in the love you have for her
your daughter,
my sister
half my blood
but the whole of me
and yet I never forgot the red glow,
the way you made grey metal
burn bright with anger,
the way it seared my skin—
the incineration of my innocence
no, I never forgot the pain
felt in the short seven years
leading up to then—
still feel somehow
nearly three decades in
I’m sorry—
I want to try
and remember
only your smile
to keep only
your faith in me
and bear witness
to the father you are
in her eyes
The Devil’s Music
in eyes,
I saw how an iris
comes to resemble a nebula
the patterns like sonnets—
a universe from darkness,
shadows into life
the color of green
when only ever witnessed
were blues
Wisdom
green grass
as vast as a blue sea
yet 'neath the soil
the stench of decomposition
reeks
the color stained
a dirty brown
maggots, worms, and centipedes—
a thousand ghoulish creatures
gorging themselves
on dead flesh
the withered and discarded
remnants of a life
that only ate
light
Sumerian Wings
eyes rise and fall,
bidding farewell
to forgotten ruins—
an almost towering city
now resting only in memories
yet somehow still perched
between two rivers
Babylon offended ancient Mesopotamian gods
upon reaching to repaint a moonlit indigo sky
wishing to dress the heavens with beautiful vivid petals—
fragile flowers meant to be worn as colorful dresses
hanging elegantly on the curves
of fiery, radiant, naked stars
newfound Eden withered away
becoming lost to time
twice now
humanity has been exiled
from promised paradise,
a third when a refugee fled the garden
attempting to escape a serpent
clothed in the skin of a tyrant
a reflection peers
from within salted waters—
reminiscence of home
a Tigris leaps
on another beast
branded Euphrates
they still run
on a yellow
wasteland
my desert-colored skin
Eve and Her Mother
beautiful
childless
desert
and a flower is born
humanity, too, follows suit
a silent womb no more
birthed from
her or him
earth or god
no matter the architect
be it mother or father—
the womb
should have been
a tomb
she is much older now,
older than her age
he dies a myth,
an absent father
watch them wither away
into dirt
into dust
into sand
Ode to Your Wings
dear you,
flying out of sight,
too close to the sun,
you who did not burn
orchestra in remorse—
the song of a butterfly
between two fragile wings
I hope that when we fade
our secrets stay with us,
stay with us in the grave
hidden away beneath the dirt,
beneath our lungs, buri
ed deep
within the earth
let time make them ancient,
let them rot with the passing of years
for the truth is not meant to be shared—
people will always be strangers
even if we've made them a home
within our souls
I'm afraid of waking up
to a world where you see
and I am not what you saw
Fantasia
I close my eyes
and the dream
begins anew
they're all there too
every human soul
just as they were before
yet even in this place
beyond the reach of time
beyond the scope of space
they remain broken
tiny voices in the dark
shadows in the light
symphonies
without an audience
a stage, a sound
Ouroboros
I seek simplicity—
hungry for creativity,
just asking for a little originality
such a cliché age
recycled lines
repeated phrases
reiterated existences
I’ve become a half-starved writer,
a gluttonous man of letters,
devouring every poet
trying to feed an
insatiable hunger
craving adventure
yet can't afford
to move an inch
somebody free my mind
from these unanswerable questions
help me discover the echoes