Forgetfulness Crime

If I put my fears aside,

YOU will die and you and you...

To forget is to kill.

Tonight’s Morning

In days I dream;

so I prefer to spend nights in silence with my eyes open.

Bitter n’ Dark

                   Bitter n’ dark...

Yea, Silence runs in my mind...
I’m running in my mind’s silence.

Conceiving is an arbitrary act.

Conceive whether suffering or joy.
Pulling this lever and thoughts’ tracks switch.

                   Bitter n’ dark...

Switchmen live long.

O Death

Despair is like bottom of the seas.

Where everything sinks.

Under those waters’ pressure... In that cold illusion I suddenly open my eyes.

This still depth of thoughts is truly useful.

My eyes glimmer like a far lighthouse.

Gem Feeder

Pain is not fearful.

Fear is painful.

I volunteer to suffer for you all my life.

You do not know;

I have lots of rough gems deep in my heart...

 

One by one I consume;

throwing each in front of one of you;
my fear is fed, it becomes pain;

And I put the pains in my pockets.

4 Apr 2011

Days’ Ringing

One, two, three...

I don’t like counting.

Really don’t.

One, two, three...

Waiting is for children. Totally crap.

If I were a teacher I did not teach counting.

If I were a teacher, I hummed at the class every day:

Hummmm...

This is the days’ ringing left in my head from all my life long:

The only useful thing I’ve learnt in life.

Waiting? Here rest abides.

The Life’s Secret

I know the life’s secret:

Once with eyes closed, travel to the past, only for a short time;

Then with eyes opened, travel to the future for another short time.

This is how tomorrow takes shape.

RGB

What are all these bloods here?

Here, how beautiful has become.

Green earth with all this blue sky only completes by red.

4 Apr 2011

Blade of Tomorrow

O Delphic bird of eloquence!

Happily I shed your blood.

I respect you dead more.

This is tomorrow I’m treading here.

4 Apr 2011

O heart of mine!

O heart of mine!

So small you are.

I see you capable of many loves, now empty from.

These eyes abstain;

this creation abstains.

The heart should not realize its own creation.

Here I have a dropper I should drop in you.

First it would burn for a moment;

then you’d gaze a little.

And then forever.

The epic of smell

Praising eyes in their epic acts of creation is wrong.

I regard this philosophical an error        .

I’m the disciple of open nostrils

4 Apr 2011

The epic of smell the 2nd

To breathe is very important.

Nay; to breathe is the most important of all.

THIS IS my time.

4 Apr 2011

Shut up!

I have no question.

I am the all-knowing.

Repeating! I have no question.

What I know is the wisdom of this universe

and some others even more important and bigger than earth.

I have no question for you.

5 Apr 2011

Mine Permanence

This is the very day I was waiting for.

It arrived. Finally.

Here, I will rest for a while;

and please;

to prolong I in permanence.

The rite of coming

Hello!

I came again. This time I left all the doors open.

I returned again.

It was me leaving all the doors open at return.

5 Apr 2011

The rite of returning

The moment of return is a very special moment.

It is a moment that nothing is written about in these lines.

‘Cause I could not do so.

‘Cause I cannot recall if I’ve returned.

5 Apr 2011

Alas

Alas I cannot remember the time I was born.

Otherwise I’d guess my age.

Your Frame

Vengeance is very beautiful an hour.

Very much.

Now stop struggling!

Do not breathe hard.

This way you’ll go off the frame.

anti-poem the 1st

Writing is the passion of ill lives.

Obvious the 1st

You who write!

Writing has no courage in itself.

Shout if you dare!

Pharmacy

I know my own medicine:
That long distance song I heard in the womb...

 

Eyes stared at the horizon;
now I tread backward.

3 May 2011

Obvious the 2nd

The world is too big for my heart.
I wish I was born god.

Thrice

I am cold and lonely...

There is someone whom I love
There is someone who loves me

I am cold and lonely...
My self is messing around with me.
I am thrice.

The King of Bads

In my state,

Goods slaughter bads.

And in my childhood dreams I have always been the king.

The king of bads.

Noah

If I were Noah, I’d travel all world around.
And distilled duality out of everything and put it in my pockets.

If I were Noah, I’d live for 800 years.
And at the 1st day of spring I’d bring one duality out of my pocket
and create a world out of it.

If I were Noah, I’d became myth
And you thought I am human.

3 May 2011

Technical Criticism of Poetry

O people!

Amid of YOU, I am here.

Hasten to me! I invite you to an important practice.

I want to make your dreams fly.

I am your monotonous life’s dull mass of thoughts you disguise.

Pain

Each hour I breathe a man’s life from his nostrils,

make love to his fantasy,

draw his fantasized loved one’s curvatures in the air,

and steal his poems from his head,

I stroll in his dream gardens big time.

I had no life, if there were no human.

As history remains,

on the lips

I will kiss all human beings;

all!

Practical Suffering

Oh... My sorrow is of being impotent.

How can I animate objects around?

and make all them dance?

8 Jun 2011

Navel

Sky!

Throw the umbilical cord down!

I want to come back!

19 June 2011

Pot

No matter how hard I mix this pot with this my long spoon, I’ll see no light.

I’m stupid an alchemist.

Pouring my pains inside the pot and mix every day;

and I hope life!

This won’t work.

I should wash the blood off my hands and sit in the pot myself.

This is to you reading my last note:

Do not become an alchemist, if you hadn’t a life to give.

28 June 2011

Flights

Run away!
Do not think that only vault needs escape.
Run away even from heavens no matter how big and appealing it is.

 

Refuse captivity!

Heel

I have always been walking.

Even before the Great Flood I have always been walking.

As far as the looks extend, every stone you observe,

my feet have moved at least once.

I have no intention.

I hadn’t one even before the Great Flood.

Fearlessness

- “Fear not!”

- “I fear.”

- “Fear not!”

- “Again I fear.”

How fear? When you, yourself are human. The most terrifying and dreadful of all?

Turn

Vilely I look up.

Slyly I smile.

And wave my hand.

I: “This is my territory”.

I: “When I come up that is my territory”.

29 Jun 2011

Adulthood

This is my childhood dream I’m prolonging.

Joys and sorrows,

loves and hopes,

This adulthood,

is my childhood dream I’m prolonging.

Anti-poem the 2nd

Poets are exiled ones.

Exiled from heaven.

Poetry is my Hades.

The Hour Lost

Time... Time I embrace.

I desire the now one hour more and then to diminish it.

Open your eyes and produce silence in a tread forward;

hence that hour you won’t hear... So for others.

That hour, was the hour lost.

Morrow Now

Sometimes, it’s worthwhile to look down and behold your body:

History is in my body and thousands of worlds.

Let me journey my corpse to grasp the morrow.

24 July 2011

Accounting

This is you I amuse.

I have plenty of games at my fingertips.

Let’s dance!

I want nothing of you.

In return of this amusement,

make my lips smile and lighten my heart.

24 July 2011

Pulse Distortion

I like you.

I bet your body looks humanoid.

Fearing, you step back and your heart beats faster

Come one! Let me put you at ease.

Do you see your fear in my eyes?

24 July 2011

Wisdom

Wisdom was the ugliest claim human being ever made.

We humans have only a great imagination.

Just that.

24 July 2011

Was

Let me sleep one hour more.

I’m sleepy.

I antagonize practice.

From will to realization, the way was too short.

As short as a noise.

As short as a past “to be”.

24 July 2011

History Master the 2nd

“Thousands of heads turn.

And thousands of swallows fly off the boughs.”

- They’ve increased in number. Wrote the date?

- Just did. There was another human being born.

31 Oct 2011

The word which dropped

I, Salim Ghazi Saeedi, the undersigned was a naked child,

who walked

and arrived here.

In the way, I saw no one.

At the river, I saw my face.

Then, with the moon I danced.

Slept one night

and woke up the day other.

I laughed.

And the death never beheld I.

24 July 2011

Choice

Leave the choice for humble lives.

By treading the way outlines.

14 July 2011

Human Affection

Those having beliefs,

vigorously insisting,

with life at their hands,

slaying each other,

let those living beings at peace who have no belief.

2 Sep 2011

Big Canvas

Don’t distract me.

My hand would slip.

At this angle, the universe is unfinished.

2 Sep 2011

History Master the 1st

I am the master of dating.

Tell me the day, month and the year and I’ll write.

September the 2nd, year nine thousand and eight hundred and thirty two.

This is the embrace of the sun.

2 Sep 2011

Detection

This morning all of my friends had come.

We have found a wave returned from the first star.

They say it should be the work of a human.

2 Sep 2011

Future Fanatic

If the sky is the image of long past.

Then the earth is the house to dwellers of long future.

2 Sep 2011

Miracle Drug

“This glass is full of my dreams.

In this glass no nightmare there is.

In this glass I’m stuck.

This glass is my miracle drug.”

No child has lived the morrow.

Look at yourself in the glass.

Your miracle drug is the broken mirror.

3 Sep 2011

To the Reader

Hear me!

Not because I play or write.

Cause at the end of my dream my mind is absent.

Cause behind my dream I’m distracted.

Hear me!

Behind my dream abides ears and eyes of yours.

3 Sep 2011

Self-Affair

Look at your Self deep.

Anyhow you know.

Anyway you can.

Now go deeper and worry not.

There, there deep, still you are. Still you.

Worry not.

There deep end, no death abides:

Seeing him swinging on a pendent seat,

his eyes stared down,

I calling him and embrace my Self tight.

3 Sep 2011

Home

Of the world, let yourself out.

Of own world, let yourself out.

If you built today world, let it be and yourself out.

At home dwells death.

26 Sep 2011

Star hole

Sometimes I look from the sky.

From here... I look from this hole of the sky.

And see the life down there.

I see myself lost in time...

But I’m here... With hope, at ease.

From the hole of this star on the sky arch,

this is me looking down.

This is me looking down at earth.

17 Nov 2011

Life’s Secret the 2nd

Sketch your idea with such details,

with such details and scrutiny,

with such details and scrutiny and exactness,

that animates!

18 Nov 2011

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