Sands of Time

Chapter i;

A wise man channels his visions along the horizon.

There he comes across a mirage of fantasy.

                                                                                         

 

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Wayward vast as reach the eyes surmount;

The curvature of dunes supplient lie

Dawn was but a full arc from the moon's,

Between, where moods evaporated fast.

As love's most distant charm, the avarice                                         5 

Was held in reminisce as lanterns lit

The spark rejuvenated what mystique

That turned the hour glass at either end

A negative was seen, I couldn't speak..

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Each obstacle in life would lead astray.                                           10

A grasp of the despair by sprinkling sand, 

Lost, and in a turn with point of hand

Partial breeze proposed to lead the way. 

"Dunes were heaped upon this dream

that guide the lowly fills with fairytale;                                            15

Then softening the mirage real life can

Believe it all came true and would prevail.

And for no reason why I comprehend,
Visions seen as though the devils own
Overwhelmed ability to see no end,                                                20
Having been accused of fate self sown
Deep inside the mind of understood,
Inherits all that all good doers choose
Are so insistent letting travellers loose
The ownerships we introduce as feud.                                             25

Defying natures ways, and so uncouth,
The legacy from sequels further find
A legend that has in effect spoke truth,
Them telling signs of sky that so remind,  

I exercise this rite as talisman,                                                         30
To lead with prime examples when alone
Yet solving what it is, I have in mind,
Blows my own that now extinguish it.
Who rids himself the soul of gross disdain
Unequalled, unsurpassed, the ritual seems                                         35
As if for numbness sake I felt no pain
When sand surrounds entiritie and all.

Completely void of disappearing dreams,
Journeying these life and death extremes.  

Coyly felt the close proximities release                                            40
The mildest state seductions do in trance
became like dream-stead benefactors fear

Towards the ripples pleasing this reward
I seethe towards sidewinders daggers drawn

I sneek revenge amidst the reign of one                                             45
Cavorting with a thought that in between,
The character derived from one I saw...
Although, and should I pray, 'twas not today.
It reflected much that horror may assume,
Maybe portrayed as an effigy of worth                                                 50
Unsightly gains on end shall not reserve,
Or sever, should the word itself retain.

To terrorise the dreams of noble yearnings,
I'd fathom out a forelorn what to do
Proceeding with the enemy within                                                      55
Detached from this perception one I knew.
Clothes unscathed collect in rough amounts
That on occasion find the desert floor,
While scent immersed on meadows, I'd select
A whereabouts that while existing may,                                                60
That folklore could explore it nonetheless,
For thy, have penned the mimicry as myth
While hesitation draws to close, an 'if'
My killing it, should be selecting prey!

I'd prowl with human instinct as a judge,                                              65
To amplify illusion from the joys,
My understanding gained, surrounding was
Enabled this enjoyment one I'd find.
From undergrowth proceeds a thinly trail
And there I gathered ravishings of rage,                                                 70
Beyond the human fraility I fight
Encouraged by the strength that also came.

A touch appeared like paper thin to steel
Which impregnated fear for loss of words
That I'll not speak again, for the ideal,                                                    75
A turn of phrase that paramounts them dead.
And as like man, I ran the furthest for,
A prize that out of reach became my hope
Knowing not how much was needed strength,
Holding on, became my new found me faith.                                            80
 
As I incorporate the wrath of demons first
They generate those myths required as fine!,
To further solve a thirst contend the vine
My having found the fortune, 'at its' worst'

Mist became my breath as nostrils span,                                                  85
Almighty length that mirrored it a snarl!
Fermenting wrath proceeding foam incites
The fearful glint established by surprise.
People that by chance had lost their lives.

I rose, a man-made mountain in rebuke,                                                  90
Hair encompassed much in mounds galore
With density, a warrior would be proud 
Structure what is now an immense power
Secluded was the wild to natures store
Glimpse of this worthwhile, apocalypse,                                                 95
To supercede the myth that dragons are
Symbols that present us with these climbs,
Becomes not man, but cacajou by name.

Chapter ii 

 Il Miraggio

 

Modesty was wrapped around the guise                                                        210 Where tapestries are woven by the sands'  To all extent though unlike seen before Nomadic symphonies all exploring wide Does presence feature in the wild abrupt Such sequences befitting to illusion,                                                             215 Soon disolves like quanties of hope.   Nomadic, though unlike I’ve seen before Do symphonies compose what is explored, When presence felt is featured thin extol. And vulnerable as such like losing all.                                                          220

Chapter iii

 

At the court of Hārūn al-Rashīd (هارون الرشيد )

March 17th 763 - March 24 809, who

was the fifth and most famous Abbasid Caliph.

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Hārūn al-Rashīd halts Princess Zubaïda as she prepares 

her duty to the dance of the seven veils. He welcomes

her beauty and relinquishes her freedom with no 

alternative desire but to release this butterfly. 

Before the dance proceeds, he is given a lamp by 

Al-Mutawakkil, a tax collector.

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By what are we to reassess this catch?

Like if, when tax collections paid on time

Deserve the praise reforming its climb,

Doth a remedy to failure duly match.

For centuries most forbid. he reveals, (Allah)

The burden indirectly thought of now;

Explains to me by what the laws allow

A misconception, furthermore, ordeals.  

It is my lord, defective, such a curse

Which rubs a fortunes worth of loving thin,

Yet having searched, the miracle within 

Will gladly pay the price but in reverse.

At last, the lamp from which elusiveness
Finds love and from this fairytale, I've found
The desert true is vast, I'm looking round
In fear imaginations would further less,

Destroy what innocence was left to question.  

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The timid girl from whom the mystery wept

Has been avoiding what true love has brought

Aladdin, if the dream of kings has slept,

Then verse and many story lines have kept

Preventing all significance, as it aught.

!أمنيتك أمري

Torment and with initial gaze do dreams,

Depends dejinni, sordid minds, they say

Deceive themselves in toal disarray.

Understanding sews some crooked seams!

The modesty that keeps this Arab law,

Insults a truth too akward to withdraw ?

First sighting should the show of seven veils,

Be hell bent curiosity for men,

I've seen the prime objectives over women
And to which Princess Zubaïda kneels,

Honour that the wish be my Command?'

And so beautiful a woman, one bestows

A wondrous feel to execute such power,

To ask if should the dance be to a flower

Unfurl the fact by keeping on her clothes.    

From sourcerer to one who is so lame

So powerless, and unable to be sold

Effectively too few  'new lamps for old'

Undoes an 'old for new', what's in a name?

Searching for romance are wretched fools

Whose gift to loyalty will rubber stamp,

The seal approval, he who owns the lamp

Keeps the girl, in turn shall steal the jewels.

As my master, I shall handith you the keep,

To which prohibits thee the harem key

But opens doors which woos one's destiny

I beg you sire, please do not call us sheep!

Zubaïda, if by being mute, and blind;  

The lamp, for all its worth were closer call

You're unaware that ancient laws are all-

Then surely what they give you lags behind.

~The Dance Prelude~

The flight for this endurance conquers this,

Divine, the truth it states a seventh veil

Has floated undeniably t'wards the bliss;

A seventh heaven made for you to hail.   

In what capacity was Bagdad dreamed?
The rich and all so prosperous stampede
Sole investers keeping loose the lead,
So we may lose the independance seemed.

The freedom of the girl shall symbolise
A free-style revolution for romance;
And laws which were so difficult to lance
Will be in place before she opens eyes.