Poet Respiration

چیزی بر سرم زده ست که باران نیست
صدفهای زیر خاک
با لبهای دوخته شان
حرفی از مروارید
نخواهند زد.

هرشب
دنیا را دیده ام که پس از عشقبازی اش
مثل مردی سیگار می کشد
و به دخترانی که دوباره فردا فریب اش را خواهند خورد
پشت می کند

چیزی بر سرم زده است که باران نیست

آن بالا خدا هم پرنده ی تنهایی ست
که برای ابرها می خواند

لیلا فرجامی
Leila Farjami
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Sorry for the language change but that's the way of the world!

Already

"How sweet is mortal Sovranty!"--think some:
Others--"How blest the Paradise to come!"
Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest;
Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum!

Hakim Omar Khayyam (1048 - forever)

Don't you oftenly come to this conclusion that every word and saying that has needed to be said has already been said and discussed throught the history of mankind and what we all trying to explain or spend thousands of minutes on talking about it has already been resolved and what we are doing now is basically trying to get away from this fact?
So please do yourself a favor for god's sake and stop giving speeches and try to create something that maybe in the next century somebody would feel thankful toward you!

For my Day Dreamer

This is only for my beloved friend and companion "Day Dreamer" the great. I am talking to anybody else but my dear guitarist and co-discoverer of songs whom we spent many amazing moments of our lives together and I think i won't be able anytime , anywhere to find such a comrade as he has been and he is to me.
It's right what you are doing .It's right what you have done for your soul , your creativity and your passion of dreaming. You can not imagine how many days and months I thought about you and the way you can release your aesthete part of your character which I know was suffering for such a long time. It wasn't meant for you , for your virgin soul , your never understood high-born attitudes which I have always praised.
Let your soul be free and without any boundaries . Let it fly all over this earthy planet and acknowledge what have you missed or better to say have deprived yourself of.
That natural fragrance of that Latin beauty or that taste of French strawberry or the touch of that Chinese tradition all over your body and then maybe you would understand how your all life-time day dreaming has always been meant for something pure and valuable.
Or nobody knows maybe we meet someday in that exotic dirty cafe over haight and ashbury and celebrate our very own Great Gifts !

Self

It is really strange that some people think that other human-beings on earth have been created or better to say generated in order to complete or advance their idealogical experiences. Once they have been a ruthless comrade doing suicidal acts then became a filthy brother blowing people's brain away by a pistol and after while converted to a life-time secular intellectual with such high standards which he himself could not dream of such immoral ideals and apparently other people have been like lab rats to them. One has lost a hand because of you , one an eye and one his head.
And it's hilarious once they talk about their life achievements like this lunatic-like change of ideology is one of their first and basic civil rights .
So what happens to the people who have suffered because of you trash , what happens to the teenagers who got their heads banged to the wall because of your "ideological evolution"!!!
I am sick of radicalism ! I am sick of it! I am sick of this dirt!
I am sick of your ideological ideals , your fucking heaven , your whore-like virgins or your bloody damn rivers of wine.
Once a while destroying a culture , a nation , a life just to feel being in you so-called heaven !
Sometimes I have a strange feeling right inside my fingers which maybe they can strangle somebody or cut somebody's hand when they dare using it touching each other's body . This is radicalism itself . I know !
Maybe it's hatred which generated guys like me.......... or you!

Judgement

When I was a kid I remember the moment I came across this question that if Mr.God is going to judge people and award them for their lifetime efforts at the end of the world , what will happen for example to the children who have died seconds after their birth or paralyzed people or the people who have been deceived and brain-washed by the others to kill , to go to the war or to do suicide and I remember that my mom used to say :"honey! this is Mr.God's will and you 'll never gonna find out what's going on.It's his order his continuity and he will know what to do with the people who haven't had the chance to benefit from their lives! He will judge everybody due to their capacities then!!!"
Having been always confused about this religious kind of reasoning , recently came to the conclusion that I have been fooled by an ideologized (better to say) "joke"!
Just imagine that white boy raised up in his dad's home in Beverly hills and have been fed , cared , and fondled .By a chance his daddy is a celebrity in hollywood or shit and finally he realizes that should become an actor or something and he has some small dots of talent deep inside his soul but at the same time some middle eastern boy kicked out of his own home , humiliated , wandering around the globe tries only to survive and follow his dreams and again another child in palestine does not have the chance to breath for the first time . This can be the only reason for a thoughtful person to understand how we all have been tricked by a bunch of delusionals throughout human history!
How ignorant can we be ! how naive can we be ! how brutal can we be!