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