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From my most unbreakable certainty, I worship my most
visceral doubt, the legacy of death, day by day, in
seconds that drag on through my time, and to his
throne, now I am attentive, now I am careless

Death seems fair to me, it does not segregate, by any
race and age, in the most remote of places it is
projected

For any moment, it will be postulated in front of my
orbit, in front of yours, it will be made available,
it will have to be made unavoidable before the chosen
one.

It can be apotheotic, like that, well, still, who will
know, will be shy

It will make it heartbreaking, intense, the most
intrinsic of my pains, of your pains

It will amputate the presence, in a cutting act it
will empty the heart of hope and fill it with an
incognito and opaque void.

It will make us think about an envelope of revolt,
fear, anguish

Thus, it will be divinely strenuous, and will
sovereignly provide us with the most infamous of the
factors consigned to death, the warlike questioning
that kills us in responses that do not embrace, that
do not shut up, that do not stroke

As sad as dying is seeing someone in love die in
death.

You only show me your light
but never your darkness.

What are you afraid of?

Tell me your darkest secrets
and I promise you,
I will never leave.

Open up your mind
no need to hide,
I want to see.

What are you afraid of?

No need to stress
about the mess,
in your mind.

I will wipe away your tears
no need to fear,
it’ll take time.

What are you afraid of?

all my memories have gone sour
snakes and ravens in my ear
I’m traveling a thousand miles an hour
but not getting anywhere

I keep dreaming of disaster
that sounds fun, but what comes after
angels free falling from the sky
I like that, don’t ask me why

lithium rainbows in my brain
all my thoughtgrams smell the same
my generation’s all screwed up
please put a dollar in my cup

this is the end my friends
we’ll all be swimming soon
to the receding shoreline
riding a nuclear typhoon

the honeymoon is over
time for the cosmic bus
straight to the moon Alice
no growing old for us

broken dreams of green are endless
politics of dreams are friendless
greed’s our credo, waste it all
oil us up and watch us fall

we’re traveling on a one way journey
to the techno demons, we impart
addictions to electronic passions
building firewalls around our hearts

if music is the food of life
technology is the breath of death
will our children still be playing
Nintendo and X box with their last breath

we share, we care, yet go on smoking
we’re all such great pretenders
end of times we are evoking
to the Kardashians we’ve surrendered

there’s no future in our eyes
Prozac and ham for breakfasts
red tide oceans, ashen skies
having hope today is reckless

Leisurely hallucinating, under the spell of 211,
trying to ignore them hopeing for heaven..
Slight fears within, afraid of loud cheers..
Trying to hold down these malt liquor beers..
Shakeing and trembling, too subtle for belief
Vague sounds here and there, not feeling the relief..
1 o’clock nearing by, happy as i can,
Trying to get down that 211 can.
Sitting on my perch, while everything hurts,
Sip by sip, I attempt to drown my sorrows,
hateing for today, and dreding my tomorrows.
Hearing my name called, by the willie willie birds, muttering to john, since i cant form words,
Depending on subtle sanity, returning to contempt
State, wishing for a dollar with noone in site.
so dreaming is a gift, but i deny so,
if only i could make, these dam birds go..
Calm is comming soon, sitting behind the store,
as my whole body’s weak and my legs are sore.
Upchucking violently, heartburn is a burn
it’ll be a long night, as john takes his turn,
Sip by sip, we live by the sword, as john Barleycorn
Keeping us worn. Nights getting dark, the visions are
Easeing, but its not over, as me and john know the reason..
Dont talk dont move, sit there in silence, only gulp after gulp
Its a hard reliance.. Praying to rid my body of the toxics,
John says hes fine, taking a look at his pockets..
Eager to subdue all of the nerves, another whisper from the willie willie birds.. Alcohol is poison, from which we pray,
Pain easeing slowly, as we pass through the day..
Night is promising, people seems more pleased, we ask for money and tell that we need, too much liquor, such a patrons delight, if they knew how we felt, they wouldnt put up a fight,
Tequila’s too much, and we dont care, to tell u the truth, we’ll subtly dare.. Relaxed is good, as the voices arent mad, if i could give up, the insanity would be bad.. Sipping to gain control, thinking its so cool, as Johnny barlycorn has us like fools.. Walking to the woods, to find a lying spot, trying to duck from the big city cops. As my life is dredged, I have memories of my comfy bed, I look over to john, as hes praying to be dead
I broke out a cry, hurting so bad inside, the intense pain isnt on my side..laying there broke and all day long, asking strangers for money so we can just get along..
Quarter and dime, small beer and wine, crying to pain that’s ruining my mind.. Humbly recoiled, with thoughts of despair if i had it my way, i wouldnt dare..
#Thistooshallpass
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I am waiting
for shrink-wrapped facts to fall from the bellies of planes
while gators slide across water and insects roar.

I am waiting
for a country-western singer without a pickup,
for a horse bounding
through grasses flung like long hair in the wind.

I am waiting
for unstandardized tests
that measure empathy and intuition.
I am waiting
for ravens to play on a wind shear,
fly into it, get flung skyward,
bank, turn, and float to the ground.

I am waiting for Orcas to swim up the Columbia,
for grizzlies to hold clam bakes,
and for hummingbirds to outclass helicopters.

I am waiting for my horoscope to apologize for being wrong,
for bull snakes to stretch full out across a dirt road,
and bask in the sun.

I am waiting for Gandhi, Jesus, Mohammed and Abe
to dance with the Blackfeet Buffalo Women,
laugh and joke with the Motokiks.

I am waiting for the original Americans to get back their land.

I am waiting for feminist Mormons to start a new religion,
for white male alcoholics to stop talking and listen. Listen.
And for Pipe-Fitter Barbie to make union wages.

I am waiting for wild bees to swarm to a new hive.

I am waiting for justice to heal the bereaved.

I am waiting for the bathwater that holds all the babies thrown out with it.

I am waiting for a Luna moth
at a gas station
in Cherokee country.

I am waiting for camp coffee
and a Dutch oven breakfast
on a gravel bar where the river divides.
I am waiting for a quiet boat
in the current
where the river comes together again.

Those silver magical drops, we call rain
Poured mercilessly
As they descended from heaven, shrouded in pain
Drenching my soul with sorrow
Dark clouds looming large
Teeth gnashing and eyes narrow
With poodles of sadness all around
Drowning me in the stream of misery
Hanging by the string of hope searching for firm ground
Blood flowed as the rains poured from above
Splattering them in a remorseless rhythm
Staining my concise for ever
Each gushing and gurgling trying to out flow the other
The heart bleeding till the bones
While the rains after a time had stopped to bother
It lays bare, soiled in mud and blood by the drain
Tears not enough to wipe it clean
So, it awaits those silver magical drops, we call rain.

She was everything she wasn’t,
She became everything she was.
The poison well hidden,
The mirror doesn’t lie,
The apple once bitten,
Tis time for the dream to die.
All that glitters is not gold,
All life’s dreams,
A marriage cannot hold,
Promises turn cold.
The sacrifice must be made,
To God the father,
The debt of hate,
Must be paid,
Before it’s too late,
By the psychic blood of an innocent man,
With the touch of love in his hand.

Childhood scars,
The poison they create,
Adult anger seething,
For love to disintegrate,
Promises of love that binds,
Poison seeps from the subconscious mind.
The damage is done,
There will be no daughter, no son.
The decay of love begins to smell,
As Snow White takes him to Hell.
With unrelenting rage, she turns,
He watches helplessly as her spirit burns,
In eternal hate,
For a man so vicious, so cruel,
From which there is no escape,
It’s now too late.

She runs from him,
Into the darkness, away from the light.
In terror she flees,
Daddy, daddy, please help me,
She begs feebly.
Her hate transcends space and time,
She could never be mine.
The transformation is complete,
Her soul is lost, the descent too steep,
There can be no escape, from her fate,
She gazes into the mirror of life,
And sees only his shadow of her hate.

Translated to English by Amir Marashi

I imagined when I grew up

All the wars in the world would have come to an end

I imagined when I grew up

Children would no longer become orphans

Women would no longer become widows

Houses would no longer be destroyed

I imagined in adulthood

I would face a world without any blemish or fault

When you were not here

I saw a picture of frightened children

And the feverish crying of a child

Made a lasting mark

On the face of love

And the image of a desire to play a childish game

Cried on the face of a kite high up

Despite all that

Never say love has become estranged

I too will never say

Although it is sometimes destroyed

Even before it is built

Sometimes it is lost

Even before it is found

But

To whatever extent is necessary I shall secretly

Water this seedling which has grown from blood

With affection

Till its flowers become white

No one has yet

Banned people from having loving wishes

No one has yet

Learnt to raid my dreams and your dreams

It is enough that sometimes

You should slowly look behind you

It is enough that sometimes

You should see the unseen look

Behind you

Now that we have forgotten our childhood

The novelty of a child’s speech

Makes us wonder

Now that we deny our natural intelligence

We find criticism in the logic of every song

Now for the purification of our souls we give to charity

And the tradition of playing ball without cheating

Is left to nostalgia

I must call you

And throw a ball at you

The conversations about love will never end

The world

Continues in this way

For my today I shall not consider

Every little event

As insignificant

I shall take seriously every opportunity

To create a smile

For my today

Beware the mirror, the seeming mundanity of the everyday reflection.

Behold within its frame your likeness cast in parallel light and shadow.

Identical to you and yet hollow within. A near perfect replica, the graven image.

Acts as you act, blinks when you blink, turns away to leave through its door into a realm beyond your perception.

Setting off into the unknown
A sudden hint of charm
Awakes in me
A girlish enthusiasm.

I glance over my shoulder
A powerful wind crosses my face
As if an assertive rejoinder
To that remote
Long gone perception
Of the inconceivable that pervaded me
When I was a dormant witness to myself.

Brought by Time
Indomitable and indifferent to chance
Shrewd as it is
It has come to feed my urge
To seal a deal
So I could be me again
When nothing is left to conceal.