City

City was in turmoil
From head to toe
Gangs of youth and lust
Raped the virginity of walls
As their ancestors cultivated the land
Teenage girls of twelve became mothers
Headless children of bleak future
Were born from barrel of gun
In ghettos and low income neighborhoods
A boy of old generation
Shot the blackboard in math class
In the heart of equal sign of 1=1
He understood math, but
In his town of many
One was not equal one

November Night

It is November night in my beloved South
Leaves of fall hanging from trees
Tired and broken as life itself
Birds of night watch from top branch
Of an elm tree on the corner of
Abandoned road, twisted as rattle snake
Lied on the gray of loneliness
Shattered pieces of moon in a puddle
Of evening rain, left over of an old flame
Forgotten in the heart of ashes
From far away yesterdays
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Whirlwind of a cold front
A traveler from Canada’s frozen feet and face
Rubs its twisted body against shivering window
Open mouth and half closed eyes
Not knowing her past, wondering about future
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A beetle walks slowly on the fallen leaves
Sacrificed to the Goddess of dormant life and cold
In search of companions to forget the bitterness of
The night and whisper of sunrise song
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I, who once was fire, watch from
The shield of my comfort zone
The darkness, scattered on my bike
Leaned back on the tree that has forgotten to live

For BB

My heart is full of sorrow
I close my eyes and see no tomorrow
Darkness is over everything surrounding me
Lord of heaven and earth, help me
Lift this sorrow from my heart
* * *
My heart is broken with ache
I weep for my companion’s sake
She joined the eternity in heaven
Flying as spirit above the clouds of seven
Lift this sorrow from my heart
* * *
Help me to cope with my loss
To be patient as you on cross
Tell me you have her in your site
For ever and ever, day and night
Lift this sorrow from my heart.
* * *
I open my arms calling on her
How I loved her, how I missed her
Sound dies in my mouth from sorrow
Piercing my heart the pain of arrow
Lift this sorrow from my heart

Memories

In a pair of oceanic eyes
Road to dusk broke down
Trees of high hill
Challenging the horizon to their knees
Sword-men of farewell salute
In speedy loss of memory
Brought to earth
Forgotten whisper of a promis
Made in feverish night
From a distant land
And a distant memory
A shadow emerges, fresh
As the October morning of a blessed year

Imagination

Your skin: Breeze
Your lips: Fire
Your body: Sea
Your eyes: Sky
Your bosom: Dream land
Your voice: Water
Your existence: The echo of my imagination
In moments of loneliness

needle hole

I looked through a needle hole
upon the world
A line became alley
A leaf became grass land
A bush became forest
The tears of an abandoned child
A rolling river of no ends
The bird of your eyes
Flew to magic-mountain
In the chill of the leftover night

year of emptiness

Shed tears with me
On the dry land
Soil is fragile with fever
Trees and grass are burning
Within the morning meadow
Moisture taste not good
Water is not wanted
Rain is not welcome
Shed tears with me
On the fragile soil
Trees grow with no bird
Grass grow with no worms
Lady-bird lost her heart
She does not fly from tree to tree
She does not nest in the grass
Shed tears with me
On the dry land
Sparrow’s nest is invaded
Her eggs are taken
No chicks to fly this spring
Trees are growing empty
Grass is growing shallow
Warms despise the earth
Earth abandoned the trees
Crow, my companion of dusk
Is quiet with sorrow
Roosters at the crack of the dawn
Break the silence of the night
To cry “Good Morning” in sarcastic tone

Yesterday

Yesterdays
I remember the red bird
In the freshness of a summer morning
Hanging over our fence
Supremacy of water lily
And the reflection of sky
In rain water of broken pot
Yesterdays
When clouds cried over my home in tears
I could see the vanishing ancient Gods
In vibration of rain bubbles
Swallowed by thirsty earth
Yesterdays
At the end of each autumn day
I chased the humming bird
To the end of rain bow
And in the shade of willow trees
I listened to whispers of falling leaves
In their journey to grass
And the songs of crickets
In summer nights
To say good night to palm tree
Before my eyes went to sleep
And good morning to sparrows
At the end of a starry night

Zarathustra

Zarathustra was a great prophet
A man of wisdom and sight
Messenger of beauty and good
Chosen by Ahura Mazda, the God of truth and light
* * *
He was enlightened in Alborz Mountain
To spread three simple virtues
Good Thought, Good Words, and Good Deeds
So man can fly with God’s wings
* * *
He came down from mountain to the plain
To stop Ahreeman, the God of evil
To nourish the land and mother earth
Guide to light, the soul of people
* * *
At the skirt of the mountain, he saw
A hunter chasing a game
To shed her blood and contaminate the land
To decorate his table and his fame
* * *
Stop; do not shed this creature’s blood
Said Zarathusthtra in low voice
Killing is not the Lord’s way
Live and let live is his choice
* * *
Replied to Zarathustra, the hunter
Who are you stopping me from my prey?
This is the way of life in this land
My family asked for meat, not grass and hay
* * *
I will show you another way
A path to become one with earth and life
To earn your livings from mother of all
Till and Plant to feed your children and wife
* * *
Further in his journey to people
He met a man cutting a tree
Saddened by this act of sacrilege
Stopped that man of care free
* * *
Cutting trees is not a good deed
No one ever told you this simple truth?
Not to harm Ahura’s beauty
This provider of shade and fruit
* * *
I need the wood to build my house
To shelter me from hot and cold
A place of comfort to my children
At nights when stories are told
* * *
Earth provides you all you need
Clay to build your shelter
Pruned branches for door and windows
Stone to setup your alter
* * *
Further down the road, Zarathusthtra
Faced two men engaged in fight
Using obscene language and insult
Showing each other no courtesy, but might
* * *
Why you are fighting my brethren?
Under this beautiful sky of blue
Why engaged in unkind words and hostility
In this natural beauty and hue
* * *
He tried to steal my sheep
Replied one with anger and red face
This thief admits not his wrong-doings
You be the judge of this case
* * *
I am not a thief, but man of honor
He who had pity on this sheep
Suffering from hunger and thirst
Neglected by man of anger and whip
* * *
Behold my brothers, the hand of Ahreeman
is in full swing between neighbors
He who creates chaos and hate
is doing Ahreeman great favor
* * *
Zarathustra was a great prophet
A man of wisdom and sight
Messenger of beauty and good
Chosen by Ahur Mazda, God of truth and light

Year of Revelation

It was the year of revelation
To be born from the womb of love
To suck nourishments from the bosom of hate
To sleep with lullaby of peace
To wake up with thunder of war
And in between
River of blood carried tuxedos and wedding gowns
I hung up my gloves and leave
I am on my pilgrimage
To the land of dreams
To dwell in house of sand and fog
I will look into the eyes of setting sun
And ask her to return
To tell her that I am scared of darkness
I will look into the eyes of rising moon
And will tell her
I am glad to see her in this dark night
I will recite all the poetries of great poets
I will invite her to my garden
To swim in the palm of my hands

Nature

Sky is green
Cloud is white
Sea is red
Tree is light
* * *
Wind is blue
Dream is grey
Hills are alive
Life is prey
* * *
Dawn is silent
Bird is dying
Dusk is mourning
Grass is crying
* * *
Day gets shorter
Night is falling
Mountain is weeping
River is calling

Gods

The cry of mighty gods of ancient time
Echoed in thunders of spinning cloud
Sea turned her face to color of lime
To recant them in whisper or loud
* * *
Golden days are passed and forgotten
Man is civilized, no needs for Gods
Time and Gods are wind and cotton
Said Hera, the queen of mighty Gods
* * *
Morning breeze in her passage over green lands
Whispered Hera’s sorrow to three little boys
“Oh, but we are not man”, raising their hands
“We need them. They are our toys”.

ALF

At my feet, lies down my dog
Dreaming of petting, loving and hug
Half closed eyes, relaxed, dreamy and silence
Head between paws, waiting, watching with sense
* * *
His name is Alf, after alien life force
A gift of heaven on galactic course
Happy boy with spring in his legs
Never yields to any chain or pegs
* * *
Always happy and running, seams crazy
Hates to be called stupid, bad boy or lazy
He is my Alf, true friend and daddy’s boy
My companion and source of happiness and joy

Cry of the Meadow

I hear the wind
The cry of longing meadow
Parched, breathless land of summer hit
Whispering, mumbling wind
Passing through trees
Flying over grass
Of my neighbors
With trimmed edge
Like a British school boy
As I’ve seen on TV
Every Saturday night
On British comedy shows
For twenty and some years
I, the resident of North Texas
An educated man of fifty
With anger of war
And sadness of children
Of lesser God
I hear the wings of the wind
Flying over my house
In this North Texas city
Of breathless summer hit

Residence

I reside at the edge of rainbow
Where man and grass become one
O’ God of all colors
Come and dine with me
I shall cook for you
From the forbidden tree
You have been away for too long
You have gone away too far
* * *
My home is at the end of rainbow
Where heaven and earth converge
O’ God of all colors
Come and dine with me
On my table I have
Bread and wine
Flesh and blood
One for heaven
One for earth
* * *
I reside at the edge of the world
Where thirst of earth dwells with man
Hunger of heaven dwells with God
O’ God of all colors
Dine with me from tree of life
To become one of me.

First Love

Before I could walk
I fell in love at first sight
My sweetheart was a pony
Made of cotton, cloth with five inch height
* * *
I chewed and bit her all day
She was my friend and pacifier
The birth, death and eternity
The notch of life for ever
* * *
I fell in love again years later
At the onset of my teenage life
My sweetheart was our neighbor’s girl
An eighteen year old soon to become wife
* * *
I watched her on the way to school
I worshiped her from behind the door
She did not know me and my affection
She never noticed me and my amour
* * *
I was in college when lightening hit
From behind math book of hard cover
Two eyes of shining star in night
To rob my heart and mind over and over
* * *
Her hair was softer than velvet
Her skin was smoother than morning breeze
Her affection was the land of dreams
Her walk was grace and ease
* * *
She threw me in sea of insanity
I cried loud from joy
She dragged me to depth of ecstasy and agony
I whispered “Bless you my love, destroy”

Pain and Fear

I feel the pain of day
Swallowed by darkness
As I feel the fear of mouse
Swallowed by snake
I feel the pain of night
Swallowed by day
As I feel the fear of innocence
Swallowed by harshness of life