Farshid Rezaee

The thought doth knock,
On mind’s wooden doors,
Haughty reason roars:
“This is a deadlock! ”
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A man, a woman, a restaurant
A look, a smile, a word
A sentence, another, a chat
A minute, an hour, a moment
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Velvet veil of violets has covered thy hair
Ruby red roses kneel to form thy bed
Pretty plump pansies bend to pamper thee
Dormant drowsy dews on daffodils are shed
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O thou proud Nature
Rolling in ashes of long-burnt
Fiery love of yourself
What are you boasting of?
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Seconds die and I long for
The crystal moment
When your face
Rises from the clouds of solitude
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Out of the unfathomable vacuum
Where nothingness is proud of its majesty
Rays of carnal light shines
Piercing every corner with the silken arrows of life
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Lines, lines everywhere
Breaking bonds
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The road takes me on
Through meandering mazes
Into mists and hazes
Till the time of dawn
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Blue velvet caged
Behind rusty bars.
Soul within chars.
Fervent flames raged.
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Drunk with revenge, the knight pondered,
Lit the candles, took the oath
Die for honor, foe to loathe.
Wounding the henge, the wind wandered.
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Rusty rotten dirty domes,
Wound the Heaven’s azure heart,
Chimneys’ souls rise to part,
Black giants’ filthy foams.
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The time when thy heart’d beat no longer
When thy soul’d be shaken by thunder
Of the innocent hands of the Death
Coming to take hold of thy breath
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Black gown of night has covered the Earth
The owl singing for the Devil’s birth
Stars twinkle but the heart is dark
The moon gloomy and the wind stark
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Stony tombs are ahead
Monuments of bygone days
Each with its own secret
Ready to unfold
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A black figure is there,
Leaning against the wall,
Grinning, gnawing on my soul
It looks familiar, yet I know it not.
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Sun is on its deathbed
Bleeding, melting
Black velvet Empire
Stretching kingdom of darkness
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------------There-------------
-----------I can see------------
-----------An icy figure-----------
----------Short and plump----------
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I will
Outshine the sun
Lie on the clouds
Play on golden strings
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A little delicate miracle
Moving, giggling, laughing
Its little fingers
Rise in the air
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How beautiful the rain is
For no one can see
Me tears…
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