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A Promise

by

El- Hadi Kadouf

I shall worship your Womanliness
in 99 ways upon a pedestal of roses.
As i kneel upon the thorns,
my bleeding knees a sacrifice.

I'd give to thee my heart unwrapped,
open, for you to judge.
As I gasp for breath,
my life to you a sacrifice.

You shall receive my faith undaunted,
so pure, so true.
And as I cry for you to look,
I give my love, my last sacrifice.


A Verse for Home

by

El- Hadi Kadouf

The melancholy songs of yonder call to me
from a place I once called home'
where once my heart and soul were one
and joy was mine alone.
It is all dust now,
gone as the morning breeze
my little heaven on earth- just a memory.
My home,
my own,
my shrine all gone.

Under the Street-Lamp

by

El- Hadi Kadouf

The silence haunting every moment,
like some unrelenting memory.
Whispers of doubt filling my existence
leading me towards the night.

Faded pictures talk to me,
testament of what once was.
Streaming tears with no meaning,
just for me to live the part.

I just lay there waiting
for the coming of the dark.

A Poem for Nobody

by

El- Hadi Kadouf

Who would remember a babe born to bear no name
without a heritage, without a home, just abundant pain.
He would stuggle, he would grow, against all odds
to become a boy.
Then who would remember the little boy
whose name is unknown
the world has shown him naught but hatred and scorn
He'd learn to live, he'd have to survive:
One must stay alive.
He has become a man and yet no-one cares
His call for help unheeded,
he remains alone
unwanted, unknown and un-needed.
As life escapes his bones,
the mirrors tell him he's getting old
and time mocks him "your story's untold".
"At last", he says "here comes the end"
and before he finished, he lay dead.
Even in death he found no home,
nothing to love, to claim for his own.
Now he's nothing but a pile of bones
rotting under an unmarked stone.

Escape

by

El- Hadi Kadouf

I've shunned the light for years gone by
and hope do to so for many to come.
Pray the Lord my soul to breathe,
hope to Heaven my heart undone.
Can it be...
At last I'd end my misery.
The voice with in, the lies
telling me "A facade is what it is and will ever be"
Bitter reality, painful light is what it really is
and in the darkness i'd find my abode,
I'd nurture decadence and live the vile,
but at least I'd be free