indigestion

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خوشمان آمد

واریاسیون تنفر

آی بابا...
ديگه کار از ای بابا و مای گاد و يا حضرت فيل هم گذشته...

اخيراً به قدری از دسته ملّت پر ادّعاي جو گير، و روشن فکر های زمين گير، و کانديدا های مثلا روشن ضمير، و پول تو جيبي بخور و نمير ما تحتم تحت فشار تحتانيه که به سرم زده برم پيِ دراويش و کوتاه نکردن دايمي ريش و از مخ بيرون کردن پل تجريش و چسبیدن به عرق کيش ميش...

ملّت پر مدعاي بی فکر و بی مغز و بی مخ...
با داعيه ي ساليان دراز تمدن فرهنگ و ان و گه!
تقليد کننده های کور...
بی فرهنگ های بيشعور...
دانشجو های نادان وابسته به توبره و آخور...
ملّت هميشه درمانده و بدبخت و بيچاره و رنجور...
بکشيد و بخوريد و ريپ شويد، که الحق و ولانصاف و خدا وکيلی و تمام ضمايم به همراهه نون اضافه،
حقتونه...

supplication

i am cold...
cold inside...
hardly feel anything...
desperate about you...
to unite me...

i am weary...
outside me...
putting all the make over i can to get disguised...
as the one i never could be...
to attract you...

i can sleep for a thousand years...
to wake up in a land...
no one knows me...
including myself...
to be enabled to fall again...
in l**E...
may be...

then, there, would be a thousand dreams...
that would awake me...
all, from different colors...
made of tears...
of loneliness...

shine...
shine on me...
and glow me...
then, you can see perfectly...
all the things i've got...
to give you...
and only you...

shine...

glimpse

3:06 am

woke up very normally...

there's a moment, exactly when you've just woken up,
that time stops...
and awaits you to command to flow again...

then, was i, watching where i am...
hundreds of thousands of land, evacuated laid upon my eyes...
no life, no hope, nothing...

there i concluded i have nothing to live on...

but, before i commit anything,
i just felt i like to sleep again...
and i did so...
and i lived so...

here i am now, looking at my whole future ahead of me...
i do not know what would happen if i...
didn't want to sleep on...

lights

it hurts to feel...
it hurts to hear...
it hurts to face it...
it hurts to hide...
it hurts to touch...
it hurts to wake up...
it hurts to remember...
it hurts to hold on...

turn my head...

the hurt's relentless...

the hurt of emptiness...
the hurt of wanting...
the hurt of going on...
the hurt of missing...
the hurt is killing me...

turn my head...
Off...
forever...
turn it off...
forever...
off forever...
turn it off forever...

ever blind...

floating

در کتاب منظر پريده رنگ تپه ها نوشته کازوئو ايشي گورو دختر جوان دو رگه ژاپني- انگليسي که در تکاپوي زندگي آزاد در لندن نمي تواند اندرزهاي حکيمانه مادر خود را درک کند، رو به او مي کند و مي گويد؛ "آخر تو فکر مي کني به جز ازدواج و بچه پس انداختن، چيز مهم ديگري در زندگي نيست؟" و مادر که پاسخش را نه براي فرزند پرشور و ياغي، که آرام براي خواننده کتاب زمزمه مي کند؛ "جرات نداشتم بهش بگويم نه، سر و تهش را که نگاه کني، چيز مهم ديگري نيست."

mis-treated

talk to me...
you, that validate the concept of existence...
and rebuild the basis of immortality...
in four simple letters...
please talk to me...

you come from a land,
where i left too early,
without even knowing the truth about it...
and that is youth you bring, may be to share, may be with me...

you may don't even have the remotest idea
how much i like u,
to talk to me,
right now...

see?
i've been perfectly persuaded,
i'm not gonna see u again...
soon...

so,
just talk to me...
and let me get the most...
from the moment,
i expect the least...

non-typical L**E

i've found a bridge...
throughout many, possibly...
to leave the boundaries...
to enter the truth...

where there are things for sure...
the validity and existence...
of true nature of beauty...
and unmasked figures of absurdity...

cool sun, warm snow, and soft rock...
gathered to lie together in peace...
and unexpected harmony,
where chance plays it through silence...

where i can choose...
what is not chosen...
and i sure will...
the eternity, and one day...

eternity for you...
and one day for me...
to just be with you..
and watch your emptiness...
happily...

"boBe !"

addiction to u

if the sky fall,
the oceans vanish,
the mountains collapse,
and all life extinct,
i know,
i am here...
every night...
to express myself,
in terms...
in which i almost suck...
occasionally...