The Master of the Ship

 

🚀 Episode Two:

The cockpit fell completely silent as the crew stared at the center chair, interrupting the ancient voice. There, right there, sat Captain Acheron: a synthesis of human evolution and advanced technology, the only living Medusa bridged with mankind through a prosthetic intelligence—developed and perfected over centuries by our artificial Superintelligence.

The glowing cybernetic lines on his skin pulsed in perfect rhythm with the violet clouds below. He slowly leaned forward, his piercing gaze locking onto the primary viewing screen. The illusion was over; the real journey had just begun.

"The test is complete," Captain Acheron said, a voice carrying both human warmth and flawless machine precision. "Now, we descend."

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🚀Approach to Planet One

 🚀 Episode One: 

Our ship broke through the dark, entering the orbit of an uncharted world. Below us, the planet was a swirling ball of neon violet gas and shifting shadows.

"Prepare the long-range sensors," the Captain commanded, staring through the thick glass of the cockpit. "We need to know what lies beneath."

The crew worked with intense velocity. Computing and screening as if it were their only task, screens flashed with data streams as the ship descended. Suddenly, the radar picked up something impossible: a massive, structured signal broadcasting from the planet's deepest ground. It hung like a shroud suddenly suspended in the air. Was it others from beneath? It wasn't an echo, for sure, and it was nothing like the voice speaking to us now. It was a rhythmic pulse—a fantasy relevant to every single one of us. We weren't just discovering a planet. Someone—or something—was already down there, waiting for our arrival.

Suddenly, a sword of darkness approached ahead, just like a sharp arrow piercing each of our minds. A massive, pitch-black shadow sliced right through the glowing colors of our minds and the clouds, blocking our path. What was this shuddering brightness as the dark loomingly pulled back? On the bridge, no one could believe what they saw.

As the shadow wrapped around the hull, the ship's main monitors went completely blank, replaced by a strange, echoing Voice: "You see what you wish to see, free of charge."

Instantly, the crew began to fantasize their deepest wishes, so that each saw their greatest desires and worst fears manifesting right inside the cockpit. Through the panic, the first officer stumbled forward, staring at the central console.

"Captain," he gasped, his voice trembling. "Yes, number one?, was the answer"

By Damon

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Immortal

 

"I have never believed in living forever.

 Time is like a shapeless dragon that easily swallows even the most powerful rulers 

and their grand monuments. 

In our minds, time melts the hardest sword just like wax. 

And these falling drops are from a cup of patience, soothing my broken heart 

like a healing balm."

Damoon

(March 22, 2010)

I Am God

I am God.

I am not a person you can capture.

I am not a being you can create.

I am God—and however you perceive Me, 

I am with you.

I understand you.

I feel you deeply. 

In fact, it is not even you; it is Me.

Every legend ever told in this world

has come from My tongue.

And yet, there are still myths 

that I have never spoken.

Not because there was no ear to listen,

but because I Myself am the Ear.

A listening ear for whom every sound—

even the ones no one else can hear—

is perfectly clear and bright.

It is not that I lack the tongue to speak,

or the power of speech.

It is because I am I.

Nothing and no one is like Me,

yet I am like everything.

I am even like love.

I do not forget.

Not you, nor anyone else,

nor anything else.

Because I am everyone and everything.

I am even revenge.

If I wanted to explain Myself,

I could never fit into books, notebooks, or scrolls.

Everything you have ever heard, seen, or said about Me until now

has been completely true.

But that was not all of Me.

I have no end.

I cannot be contained within thoughts.

These dimensions you know, or will ever know,

are not enough to uncover My secret.

Because I am not just a created being;

I am nowhere, and I am everywhere.

No hiding place can be so hidden

that I do not know it.

You can run from sickness,

you can run from old age,

or run from vengeance.

But know this:

I am the one who placed that path before your feet,

because I am the Path.

I am two parallel lines that run in space,

Forever side by side in endless grace.

I am forever new, forever bright,

No fresher dawn has ever brought the light.

The newest wonders that your hands design

Are old repetitions in this realm of mine—

Not like your machine gun, repeating the same bullets over and over,

Not like your sword bowed to the tip.

 Damon

Romance, take 2

 

The hand picks up and passes on memories from the distant past.

I sit in thought in the quiet time of day.

And the role of seconds is lost in the echo of a melody, and memories

A sudden breeze, a spark takes hold,

Engulfed in flames, the traps unfold.

Swaying alone as fire breaks through,

No soul is left... just you.

Damon

09/21/2015

Riders of the Wind

 

we are far away from each other

far, like earth to the moon 

 by Damon

o26/03/08

Riders of the Wind

Plism Art

So, shall be

 

 

 

So

It shall be beheaded!

Now, it is never to be like present.

In present now.

***

Flower got to grow, once, put in pot.

So, it shall be rolled the Snakes head, down to ground.

***

Once upon a time, stars shimmering over There; stand in clear, printed on the cliff “There is no

Way, then the right way”

So shall be beheaded, never than ever, like now.

 

 

Damon

23/01/2024

 

ELIMINATED

 

Broken silence of the Lambs

 

The call

of lying shepherd

does not have any more expression

even not 

the

"warnings call" 

of

wolf’s attack.

I am

like, not to be interested in daily trashes

earlier morning between my coffee and cigar.

A long time ago, I cut the tail of my mule

to hope, avoiding

victimize him

in a mixed up story

of any

 "mule tail"

by Damon

2018-02-22

Theatrical expression

 

Same as usual,

life on the rocks,

bitter then cobras poison taste in my mouth 

,

earlier morning between my coffee and the cigar.

,

Same as usual

Damon

Mysteries

 

Mysteries

 

Man is a density of repetition, in the bowels of the earth,

 scream echoes beyond it.

And the waves of water in the depths of the vast sea, is the pulse

of time.

and the fish stew like a flower in the Pond is

 

a repetition of truths 

in the pond of our house

***

Damon

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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 flaming 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: 

  

Romantic couplets

 

On the heights above, where the voice of silence - are only a whisper

And every sound even

doesn't reach Gabriel's ears.

on that waiting pole

The reflect of your scream

will be repeated in a rainy day.

at a lava of soil

Like the rhythm of this verse of my poem

In the field, where you grow

In tides of the fountain of love

In reflection of this echo

Damon

Tuesday/09/06/2009

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