Yaseen Ghaleb: Cc: NO BODY

2020, Yaseen Ghaleb


Have you heard the voice of rose?
Open your glass ears, release your fears
The best is coming,
or what is coming is the worse,
gone away, full of anxiety,
to an island yet untouchable

Such as this isolation,
neither time nor death in there
no friends, but God and birds
Have you heard about it before?
Roses tells you the truth,
they are with such kind of lips

But it looks you don’t care,
you don´t think, you don’t listen or hear,
unless voices of cities,
rhetorical media that sells healthcare,
instructions neither reduce nor prolong life
But white roses warned you,
have you heard them?


I am walking in a decomposed corpse
My feet sink in a green bowel,
like bronze at the public squares
I smell blue scent
from someone’s broken eyes
His sperm were still fresh
although he was dead

All glory for truth
for wine and sheded blood,
glory for nothingness in hands of fate,
glory for internal gate of Love
surrounded by generous death
Who’s the maker of that,
for what should I wait?


When you are at home,
near your warm wives,
with your hairy dogs
and your dreams in fogs,
in your secret desires with naked thoughts,
so rember…
life is knife in hands of kids
Prepare your mouth ready to vomit
your scars up onto medical map
from Wuhan to Rome


An email to me:
Cc: you
Cc: no body
Cc: God




Yassen Ghaleb

Yaseen Ghaleb Aldhadi, is an Iraqi writer who is currently based in Helsinki, Finland since 2015. In 2005 he graduated as Bachelor of English Arts from the University of Basra, Iraq. Yassen is a writer of prose, articles and poetry. He is interested in pursuing dramatic writing. Yassen is member of Finnish writers associations as Kiila ry, Suomen PEN, Uudenmaan Kirjoittajat ry, Teksti ry and Nuoren Voiman Liitto. Recently he got a grant from Taike to write his first novel.

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