Ashira Malka

Ashira Malka

 
Rockville, Maryland, USA
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Ashira is an artist.
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One who can make art out of any thing.

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Biography

Ashira's lived a life meant to be written, always seeking experiences to capture in words -- and turn into inspiration for you!



Lyrics

Wadi

Written By: Ashira Malka

When or if I have to pass
from the loneliest
most humanly moment possible
to the godliest,
most universal togetherness

I hope it will be
not near the Mount of Olives
or any other supposedly
holy spot
but right where I spent
when I could
every second.

If I had the power
to declare
any place
sacred territory,
untouchable and barred
from human development
it would be
my holy Wadi.

The Wadi
where I met the man
who stared until
I turned around
who burned with eyes
much hotter than
the sun-scorched,
heated ground.

The place where white people don’t go
where I spent days squinting,
crunching dried-up crusts of dirt,
met many nomads,
and was never hurt.

Haum

Written By: Ashira Malka

I went into my future
without my past.
It was fun for a while,
but it couldn’t last,
so I went into my past
without my future
now I’m all cut up,
and need to be sutured.

One teacher says this,
one teacher says that.
There are so many
twisty, wind-y paths
but it doesn’t matter
if you’re all alone
the only thing that matters
is the way to go
h?????????????????aum.

Now,
I want somebody who’s free like me
someone who knows the desert and also the sea
some buddy who sees clear skies when it’s grey
and always knows how to make my day,
someone who’s been here and also there
and always has a compass pointed where
we’re gonna go next,
nobody can tell,
but we’re not gonna shout,
we’re not gonna yell,
we’re just gonna hang out with the breeze
because when you do that,
life is eeea-sy.

There are
so many teachers,
so many paths
so many twisty, wind-y ways back
but none of it matters
when you’re all alone
the only thing that matters
is the way to go
haum.

**

© Ashira Malka, Rockville, MD, 27th March, 2011

Rubble

Written By: Ashira Malka

Rubble

You are my magnetic north
my homing device
keeps pointing towards.
I’m a homing pigeon with a message for you.
I’m a heat-seeking missile programmed to destroy you.
Stop being such a ninny, sissy!
Wah, wah, wah.
Think of the life that you could have.
Once your world is exploded,
in the apocalyptic aftermath,
in the post-Blitz rubble
of what you once had
with the patterns of kimono
nuclear-seared into your back
with nothing left behind
of your hideous past
you’ll finally crawl, stumble, stand and ask
how you could ever have wonder
or doubted this,
your next step.

**

© Ashira Malka

Fire-Lives

Written By: Ashira Malka

Fire-Lives

To get dressed, to become embarrassed, to be dried out --
life in the desert, always with fire.
There is a possibility of living in a happiness that comes only from reality.
Desert-language is much more open than sea-language can be,
and also swallows us easily when we don’t want to see reality.
Because the desert is ours, and the sea belongs to others,
and David Ben-Gurion knew exactly where to put us.
Those who want only to enjoy themselves in discoteques
can leave the area and the country completely.
They will be the ones who will be pushed into the water and will die,
because they didn’t want to live real lives.
And also, running to the hills won’t need to be done
by those who made an effort, were burned.
And a flame accompanies me home also in the rain
and my compass point south
because my north is south.
I am a Southerner, and see a north that annoys with noise,
a south that puts to sleep ….
It’s possible to wait for a world that won’t come
and in the north, when scouting out,
that’s exactly what is done.
In the south, when falling asleep,
we feel what is inside.
In our dreams, we create a new world --
maybe one not more strong,
maybe one more weak,
but a world nicer than what we have now
a world in which I’ll want to live --
a world from fire, really.

**

© Ashira Malka

Shortness of Breath

Written By: Ashira Malka

Built-up breath stopped short not let go --
from the get-go, asthma stopped me speaking.
Condemned instead to: reading, writing
earlier even than that just:
drawing, dreaming
hoping but not screaming.
Reams of paper computer printed-out
brought home by Daddy
on which for me to work my feelings out.

Bom-Bom

Written By: Ashira,Ashira Malka

We’re told they – the Bedu – are told to lie on the ground.
Well, what else are you gonna do when there’s no other shelter around?
This is the desert – flat -- so, no tree, no hill.
Wanna try to live?  You’ve got to use your will.

Lie down,
hope,
pray.
Will
the bomb
away.
Bom
If some bomb’s destined to hit you,
let it not be
today!
 
If you’ve not got it yet,
Here’s a mind-peek, okay?
 
Bomb Bomb,
go away!
Let me live
another day.
For this I learned,
for this I pray
I want to have
a chance to say:
I love you,
are you okay?
Bomb Bomb
please
go away.
Please let me live
just one more day.

I’m looking around while the siren sounds
down at the rocky ground I know I’ll have to lie down on
No time to even get out of the street
Fifteen seconds to find shelter? It’s at your feet.
I’m lucky I can do it
Not yet too old or frail
but if I leave these borders
I know the world will not hail me.
If I do ever leave
then I’ll get to tell them:
 
We have so much more in common than you know,
and you’re only focusing on things that show.
 
Of course, in order to have that chance
This is a moment I’ll need to get past, so:
 
Bomb Bomb
go away!
Let me live
just another day.
For this I yearn,
for this I pray
I want to have
the chance to say:
I miss you,
are you okay?
Bomb Bomb
go away!

Bomb, Bomb
go away!
Let me live
just another day
I wish I might,
I wish I may,
get the wish
I wish today:
Bomb, Bomb,
go away!
Please let me live
just one more day!
 
**
 
Bedu: proper plural of Bedouin
 
**
 
Ashira Malka
23rd July, 2014
Rockville, Maryland

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