Moment

Monday, 15 February 2010

Door to door, in the alley, in the market, in my city

The scent of a friend on my dry lips

The bitter taste of friendship, of love, in the dust of the day, yet

No story steps on my lips.

The verses of despair resonate everywhere.

Death wanders in the red desert.

Another season of sadness and loneliness.

*

In dust and smoke of a childhood, gone by, I remain!

**

Not in my hands is a leaf written with red love.

Not in my hand is the abundance of a happy day.

I will go to the far reaches of infinity.

Until you appear there, my love.

Damon

To Mostafa Sodairy

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I hear the noises

 

I hear them
At least, 

I hear the noises
I hear the noises of hoofs
Of hoofs their horses

They’re coming
in battalion, in cavalry in millions, 

they’re illegal, aliens.

*
They get us
They take us
They unclothe us
They wash us
They make us
They cloth us
They replace us

pretty soon

they’re aliens.

*

*

Damon

chess

 

Life, in a way, look like a game of chess.

And you

You gave up your king and quin together, to become dumbfounded, stranger to yourself.

Give up the game of this nonsense chess! 

move, if still not to late!  

It,s a long journey ahead full of mourning, full of the bloody thoughts and vagabonds 

ones, you  are in it, a pawn of this chessboard, the day, begins and ends with  disappearance 

of you

In a view: "Life is a journey and we are the sorrow of a suffering"

Damon

Tehran

11/05/1357

relaxed, it’s Fed Ex

Some times, I think

it is late drink a cup of coffee

enjoy the taste, or the moment of getting surrounded with aroma.

It is not only the coffee alone

but the atmosphere

"relaxed, it’s Fed Ex"

By Damon

"relaxed, it’s Fed Ex" mean to me, regarding the add of federal express: