A love letter to my Now

I wonder if consciousness is the programming language of the universe
And if floccinaucinihilipilification sites of bloodshed speak a word of the unconscioence

Proverbiosa

What's in the bone comes out in the flesh
So put all your eggs in the same basket
Wallowing in the glances of the turkish eyes that interpret coffee dreams
My hands are full of the empty-ness in you
With a pen I brought you from San Francisco
and warm coffee so take me whenever and wherever you want
While I am wallowing in a handful of empty turkish gazes interpreting dreams in the morning after coffee
This Wine...
is making me sleepless in a sea of tranquility
And I take pride in that pessimism
It's been sometime I haven't been touched in the heart, or smelled in color

Words

I am a pink flying elephant, the size of an ant.
Sometimes, I self destruct into the holes of my existence and et si tu n'existait pas, dis moi pourquoi j'existerais?
I like the pacific ocean. Whales, dogs, philosophy, exotic jungles, and silence. I think in waves of abstract patterns, mix, match, and make associations at the speed of light. The reality I live in is constructed by me. I examine my fears and shames, and inevitably yours too. My fabrics are made up of the most fragile straw afacing the storm. I sometimes love genuine complements. I dwell in the lines you don't read and in the language you don't speak. I am interested in shoes but my parents keep me on the ground. TV and I are not friends. I have befriended blue and orange books. I am married to writing and thinking curiously about science and art. Creation and imagination turn me on. I need music to live and films to watch. I traveled to China and Barcelona when I was passing from Tehran to Amsterdam. I eat cheese cake and drink cafe latte and red wine, not in the order written but the same order of thinking it was thought. If we can sing together, we sure will.

Holes of existence

Mark Antony was dancing arabic, in ropes
When Cleopatra died in Alexandria
Shakespeare captured that in a picture
In a land far away.

Calm

Pacific

Metamorphasis to an elephant

I am an elephant as a matter of my declaration.
I could be a butterfly but I didn't say.
A flying pink elephant in harmony with the continuum of evolution
One who doesn't play dice with the universe

Drama of existence

Everything is a metaphor for everything else
City people, I wish I believed in god so I could pray for you
Infinity in a grain of sand
And still asking advice for when we already know the answer of what we wish didn't

Day is over, Night is upon

October 19th, 2009 is over
In the dusty distance
I feel it
In the songs never written
On October 19th, 2009
Your sun is clear
I see you dancing
Tomorrow

Premonition

There is a trend
For future societies

Could be predicted by the past


Non-human animal life is still missing in the picture,
...unaccounted for.

So much depends on a red van

Two running wolves
No home
Mother earth
Save this soil
Red van ran
Two running wolves.

Thanksgiving prayer

September 5, 1994 Mass killing of around 800,000 people in Rwanda
December 26, 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake tsunami kills more than 230,000 people
June 1st 2009, 228 pple died in the crash of the Air France Flight 447.
And ... life ...goes on ...
The sun still rises ...in the sky
The rain still falls from the clouds
And there's a nice steak and wine awaiting those who come to mourn at our graves.

To you who knows who you know

Mashed potato with gravy
Turkey
Cauliflower and cheddar cheese
Mixed vegetable with lemmon and pepper
Red wine
Happy harvest festival

The manic tone of farce

Words spoken to come out of his head
The louder he spoke, the more he went into his head
The more he spoke, the less he could hear
He was a brain surgeon, he was never there
His head was shaved and the wigs couldn't bear
The knocks on his door were louder than clear
His words, as much as they were, didn't deliver
This magical silence, death.

Violent Inspiration

I was blown away by the wind
Like a pink pregnant elephant who gives birth to an ant
A beautiful and funny goddess but nevertheless, an ant
the solar system whitout me is an ant without her mother elephant
française sera parfait tandis que je mets le dire

Awkward Accardion
The source is beyond duality, yet I find myself still incarnated in a dual existence. All part of God's sense of humor I suppose

I just take pictures

The shutter is clicked. The flash goes off and they've stopped time, as if just for the blink of an eye. And if these pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it's this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy, and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture.

Ex Tacy

Trust intimacy,
and dance with the mystery,
like a Hummingbird.

Goodness

My Goodness
in the field of morality of present

Antigone

Unbending spell
Magic wand of unending miracles
demigod of myths breathing on Thebes mountains
In the era of amen
God is dead and by-gones are unmessable with.

Escher's Spirals

Spring
Summer
Fall
Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall
Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall
Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall
Winter
Winter
Winter
Winter

Birth

Creation of A
When R
Creation of H
When R
Creation of S
When L
Creation of A
When P
Creation of T
When S
Creation of P
When A
Creation of A
When A
Creation of A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,P,Q,R,S,T,U,V,W,X,Y,Z
When N

To the Elephant

It's not who the elephant is
It's who the elephant is not

Solve the puzzle

Three men.
One Woman.
One Elephant.
One Bee.

For the integrity of breaths

Don't take any number in the matrix for granted

Converse with oceans

With ears made of nothingness

Keen eyes

Did it
Slip and exit through the back door
When we were not watching?

Anticipation of terror

In the shadows of night
A ghost followed me home
In the light of morning
It disappeared into thin air
Will it return
tonight?

5

moons

Who cares if...?

Everybody loves?
Everybody cares?

Sacred cows

Nobody exists

Nobody understands

Nobody realizes

Nobody loves

Nobody cares

Nobody stays

Nobody looks

Nobody sees

Nobody hears

Nobody feels

Nobody touches

Nobody smells

Nobody tastes

Nobody listens

Nobody...

Except me

In this blackness

There's no sound

There's no word

There's no smell

There's no understanding

There's no care

There's no love

There's no touch

There's no feeling

There's no love

There's no sight

There's no ears

There's nothing

Except me

In this blackness

deep shit

can language do justice to me
my spaces
my people
everything
everyone

time moves too fast for the agile mind
spaces move before time

in a fast moving silouette
hard to
see the dance
the dance
the dance

Albertine

5 times...
30
40
50
60
70
For the pleasure of seeing it
again

deep space

moving into barren spaces
out of landmarks of a barren land
you can't keep track of cosmos
when you are in a universe of your own
in deep space
your universe is a micro-cosmo, nevertheless

I am God

Living is easy with eyes open
Understanding is all you see
In the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God

deep time

walk through the morbid grave yard of time
the surreal burial of underworld creatures
under the bottom of a body of water
dying is easy,
preserving in the memory of time isn't
encarved cells in the body of soil
death pose with a postural kyphosis
in dreams of deep dark rays of light
playing for a relational orchestra with an expanding repertoire
and listening for a clear and present danger
for a hungry inner zombie

- to be continued...

Freedom

the ghostly sound of delicate red lips
pressed on lover's cheek
amid silent moments

To Freedom Fighters

The doctor told me
the redness in my eyes
is because of lack of sleep
but I know well enough
that it's from my aching heart

The universe is calling me for a...

yes.

playing the game of extraordinary life

I am up to something
huge

Shamloo

هراس من،؛
باری،؛
همه از مردن در سرزمینیست
که مزدگور کن از بهای آزادی آدمی افزون باشد

Hello citizens of the world

This is to inform you that the Iranian supreme leader is on crack

I wonder

if voices would ever vote for no voice?

Not counting the days in my past...

Today is the best day of my life

Poster

Retsop

Decartes II

I create
Therefore I am

Be my mirror

I wish I was you
So I could see me

Persistance

There's something about the stage
That I adore
I get to be seen by everybody
Not as someone who's good or bad or smart or sad
But as someone who's on stage

I have seen the world

I saw an african who was a white
But a white person who was african
I saw a persian who was white
And a persian who was black
I saw a black and a white kiss and dance
That's when I saw the world

Love and Sparkles

Everywhere I look

Magic and Miracles

Everywhere I go

New Pair of eyes

Free pair of contacts

Mr. Blaha

Thanks for accepting me as your girlfriend
For 5 minutes

Emptyness is upon me

if you're happy
and you know it
clap your hands

Toronto

Rainy days
Sunny nights
Don valley parking
This Lit-City

What kind of water are you drinking?

Redemption.

Foot

Fetish
What?
Heh

Sin and Redemption

Three rooms: Black, Purple, and Red.
We sat in the purple room. Matt was in the red one, and we didn't get to meet a stranger from the black room. That was the design though, we really didn't need to meet someone from the black room because the server with a pink elephant on the back of his black T-shirt helped us out. Matt is a stranger if you're still wondering. Strangers are people we have so much in common with. Here's a dilemma for you, from the purple room: if numbers are the only truth and water is the only redemption, then what are we doing here in the purple room? Let's go for a cigarrette to help us wear a new pair of eyes to look at the ratatouille with belgian frites and casadilla's alittle closer.

Personal Essay

Personal Essay

Insight c

I am very insightful these days, my ass

Insight b

Create by design
Not by default

Insight a

We don't fall out of love
We fall out of sharing

AprilzHere

March forward
Spring backward

Deeptimes got a break

For the march break

The fun factory of life

The story of my life can be summarized in a series of events and desires. I laugh when I remember the events and I laugh when I remember the desires. I wonder whether they were decided by me or for me? And then I laugh harder.

Al-G

Algea saved the earth
Will Algea save the earth
again?

Eyes closed

As soon as the dreamer wakes
I will no longer exist

lo've'is'a'losin'game

you'dont'know'what'love'is'
until'you've'learned'to'love'the'blues'
until'you'flipped'your'heart'and'you'lost

La-Ve

Prince charming rides on a white horse
Armored with metal shields to protect him against
...love.

In-Site

Boredom is a state of mind

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When I grow up suddenly
I want to have a cake bakery
In a city where the weather is always rainy

Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba

Isn't February too early
For the seventh murder of the year?
And you wonder why I am always wearing black...

To dad and to mom

I don't know where I am
I don't know where I was
I don't know where I will be
I know one thing though
I know only one thing
And of that I am sure.

Four-One-Nine

Integration and Isolation both
Plant a mischievous facade game
In the rich continent of the poor
Corruption gains name as the no-name
Who to trust gains weight
But you are a fool if you play.

I am fond

Of my memories.

Uninspired

In the melancholy
of a white season.

It

It comes
not from you
To me
It comes
from me
To me
and to you
So delicately
When
It comes
To me and
To you
It expands wings and I bask in its warming embrace
When
It goes
When
It goes
When
It goes...

11-12-13

tea and music.
macaroni and cheese.
coffee and radio.

One night...

I swallowed a wooden table before chewing it
And got infected with a French gentleman called Salmonella who resided in the wood
I had to eat a whole wheat bagel to make digestion of Sir faster
And now sleep tastes sweeter than a chocolate fudge ice cream.

Slow death of the dog

The dog liked the taste of white long bones
He stopped at every intersection to look for white long bones
The dog liked the smell of white long bones
He meandered his way through the streets to find the best white long bone
The dog liked watching white long bones
He would daydream about white long bones
When the dog would find white long bones, however,
He would piss on the white long bones

That's how the cat reached god faster.

Guessing game

Would I ever make it
On the list of ..

Noushin

where are you?
...Don't sell the world again...
where are you?

Οδησσός

From a walk through the streets of
Οδησσός
Exploring time and space
To be exact
Of a post imperial city, lost
To a self discovery journey

...I'm

...
I'm deranged...
...walked away so far that I can't seem to find my way back home...
...the hungry winter birds and squirrels ate the bread crumbs I left behind me...
...in the wilderness...
I'm lost...

Really?

No.

Go sip pee

Funny when someone
other than whom we talk to
says they have heard us.

Nanotubes

For nanobugs.

To a blind future

A person of color
Made you colorblind
while we were wearing
our sunglasses
at night.

green

Seventeen keen
seen
Eighteen keen
Unforeseen

white

doesn't exist

blue

TrueBlue

red

Butchered and buttered
Before carpentered
For a culture unbred

yellow

Turn the lights low
In the afterglow of a fellow
Whose glow is shallow
And understanding hollow
For a willow will not see
The yellow leaves backflow

black

Open or closed
As if it were
Defined by mind

As if it were
Given rise to
By modern times


An excuse



for not taking responsibility



Of one's self.

pukes

In the ancient Egypt, rationality lead citizens to pluralism but the need for knowledge lead to an underlying balance of principles like the Indian karmic justice or Tao's way, and the if not now then in the future reciprocity, or wisdom as some wise persons call it, and the rich man burning in hell while the poor man gloats, this questionable claim that there is life after debt (not death), close to the concept of comprehensibility of faith and multiplicity of rationality lead to pluralism of the word God, and a woman so beautiful that she doesn't exist, and so how exactly was wealth to be viewed, a chain indebted to the spiritual sin of debtor, and hell as an unending transaction card where debt never finishes, like the paying back of summer days in winter days, with this old word isn't any old word but a moral foundation of all that exist and the philosophy of the desire to be god causing devastating violent acts of retribution and these are the records that we have in our mythical existence, wondering if we always look like that when we smile while watching the golden globe and eating the spicy salmon avocado roll, recognizing a blind man's dog who lost an eye for an eye in a modern life style where people still lived in hermit cages scarping and clutching the generous and self contained and solitary oysters with eyes red and lips blue speaking of the winter chills down the spine of I love you no matter what the weather conditions because collections are due in 60 days and we will respect its value one day when respect's manufacturing date gets expired, and the debt as a character who made a very good first husband in a series of love affairs with not only are we the plots but we are like plots and make our plots to produce adventure in an otherwise non-transactional time-space uneventful life like rats who produce electrical shots in their body when they are separated in lonely cages and then coming a time for science to become self critical of itself, questioning not just if it's true but what is it really for, and the equally sinful existence of creditors and debtors on the Roman scale of justice, and mortgage meaning a reciprocal death pledge like the taste of raspberry and vanilla sky!
[This is an experiment for puke writing, please don't read, Haha]

In humanity, I have lost faith

Getting robbed
Respectfully too
Don't ask for trust
Cuz I ain't got none

Reincarnation of a metamorph

Hot yoga
With raspberry tea
In the windmills of a farm
And a piece of poetry in the silence of the night
Saved my day

10

My words were eaten in the existence of a crowd
My ideas were bombed by the existence of a city
My thoughts were recycled from my existence
For my existence

A prophecy

Wars will end
when pictures save the day
Peace is made
when words gain weight
Love spreads
when medicine improves
I will die
when my wishes come true

inklink

e-waste
link-linked
e-recycle

I write

I am not a writer.

II**IX

Let the dice roll.

Dancing Silhouette

In the fluid of my eyes is a shadow
Lurking at the periphery of my vision
Scurrying away from direct contact
Returning to the center only when ignored
Dancing shadow of silhouettes, oh shadow, you're forgiven.