Biography of Ida Mustazir
Ida Mustazir Poems
hundreds of nude-pigmented petals flowing, bouncing, dancing on my cymbals but they don't clash with each other they keep dancing until I stop
Changing My Skin
when everything gets hard for a song to be heard for a book to be read for a picture to be seen
melt my devotion down like chocolate infiltrate to your grey cells, to your neurons they grow stronger, you laugh laugh laugh watching, laughing, ecstatically
Grass On My Father's Grave
And then I took the scissor And started to crop a tiny area They grew strong and lush Soiled and nourished
Daydreaming My past obsessions visit me in retrospective way I let them in with hospitality I'm afraid of thing that makes me happy for real
The Welcoming Inn
the trashy light of exclusive white two pairs of his doe eyes
things we do at this time the no word touch of my mime how I feel soiled and begrime! how afraid to involve you in my crime
all of my essential substances that formed my body are nailed to you obsessions crucified
The Gift, The Curse
the gift, the curse like a same thing in reverse how to distinguish?
Conventionally Moderate, Radically Toler...
I took a conclusion As the earth begins to crash What I need is not an ideology
let the new future begins as the world whirls around I'm co-exist with others traveling incognito, you can find me with another face
Next. Next. Next.
To kill or be killed is a futile lesson Beautiful, majestic demolition Too much names in my head I can't remember, I can't cry over their stories
Rebel Or Noble
seven times reading the same book seven times hurting just because you know nothing about God that doesn't mean no one can
the loathe was penetrable by HCl the wave of disgust was fathomable by centimeters
Next. Next. Next.
To kill or be killed is a futile lesson
Beautiful, majestic demolition
Too much names in my head
I can't remember, I can't cry over their stories
Season changes, does age change?
Haunted by great great grandfather's war
We are ready to worship