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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Over time

Time is in the eternal pond, immersed in water .

The silent sound of the fish is the repetition of waves in the water, a fiery dance song .

As if the words of the fish, tells the story of the passage of time

And we are, the superior guardians of it

Damon

11/29/2014

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You are not like me, I am not like you!

 

You are not like me, I am not like you.

You are not like me, I am not like you.

You are not who I am, I am not who you are.

*

I am all in your power, you, you are all in my blood.

If I am the moon if I  am the sun, yet "not" compere with you.

*

I'll be curious about, when you'll passing by

slow don a bitt, don't be flea so fast, so that I feal it's you!

*

You passed me by, I didn't smell 

It has informed my ears, my soul and my mind, that you are.

*

Because you took me away from here

listening to you

will drag me over those landscapes, cause you are mine.

*

I will extinguish all the snares, I will endure the patience of victory.

Apologize my sin, my tongue said it, "You are only one."

Ghazal No. 2460

Rumi

Divan Shams Ghazaliyat

Explanation: 

    The change of words, editing, and new arrangement are based on my personal inference and research and do not have the same degree of exclusivity and frequent changes in Shams's ghazals; due to the contradiction that has existed and continues to exist in the popular and ruling classes since the beginning of Shams' compilation, the imperative has always been to separate the reality from the narrative of hired scribes to the distinction of consciousness.

Damon

Courtesy of Damon Poetry Workshop

تو نه چنانی که منم، من نه چُنانم که تویی

تو نه بر آنی که منم، من نه بر آنم که تویی

من همه در حکم توام، تو، تو همه در خون منی

گر مه و خورشید شوم، من کم از آنم که تویی

با همه ات رشک برم، چون سوی من برگذری

باش چُنین، تیز مران، تا که بدانم که تویی

دوش گذشتی ز بَرَم، بوی نبردم ز تو من

کرد خبر گوشِ مرا جان و روانم، که تویی

چون تو مرا گوش کشان، بردی از اینجا که منم

بر سر آن منظره‌هاهم، بکشانم، که تویی

زین همه خاموش کنم، صبرِ ظفر نوش کنم

عذر برم بر گنهی، گفت زبانم که تویی

غزل شمارهٔ ۲۴۶۰

مولوی

دیوان شمس غزلیات

توضیح: تغییر لغات، ویرایش و تنظیم جدید مبنی بر استنباط و پژوهش شخصی من است و درجهء انحصار و تغییر مکرر در غزل های شمس را ندارد؛ بنا به تضادی که در طبقاط مردمی و حاکم از بدو تدوین شمس وجود داشته و هست، مصداق مبرم، همیشه بر آن بوده که واقعیت را از روایت کاتبان مزدور به تفریقِ شعور برسانند

دامون

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So far away

 

So far away

down under

beneath of much of my memories

yes, there, right there.

Me  sees me from other perspective, and me, studies with me

yes there, right there.

Sometimes, me alone, and me, alone with me

yes there, right there.

By Damon

11/02/2019

absolutely "Not to be"

 

Enough words are changed,  noting happen, enough 

It is time To be, and not  to be, absolutely "Not to be" 

this "Not to be " means , ", Not to be" 

not to be like and never ever other to be

It is time to be ,or not to be, absolutely! 

Dee.

It is what it is. 1

 

So

 

It shall be beheaded!

 

Now, it is never to be like present.

 

In present now!

 

Flower got to grow, once, we put in the pot.

 

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

 

Once upon a time, stars shimmering over There, on the cliff stand printed in clear:

 

 “There is no Way, then the right way”

 

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

 

 

 

Damon

 

23/01/2024