Hidden Hide your love For they slay the lovers on the street corners (Have you seen red this beautiful before?) Hide your eyes They are shutting every window down (I yearn for the sunlight on your hair) Hide your ears Tonight street will be screeching in pain. Hidden, we must live Hidden, we must make … Continue reading Hidden
Month: October 2016
Sad
Sad I think of you your hands, grabbing your pen (Do you even use a pen?) Looking at the empty page I see your eyes the tremble in your cornea (Did you leave the windows open, again? the curtains are dancing Poets are awake and the light pole is serenading the empty street) And I … Continue reading Sad
Hungry
Hungry I crave your mouth arch of your feet I crave your richness length of your fingers I crave the open hands with which you scattered your magic. I am the Darvish, Whirling in the curl of your hair, I am hungry for a bowl of your love I am hungry for a bowl of … Continue reading Hungry
Fast.
Fast. I speak fast, And sometimes fall in love fast. Is fast good or bad? I don't know. Cum? Not fast. Die? It depends You win some You lose some. 10.1.16 Peyman Washington D.C.
Noisy
Noisy Noisy- Are the cicadas. Noisy- Are the constructions. Noisy- Are the bombs, Jets, Wars. Noisy- Are the heads. Noisy- Are the broken hearts. Silent Is the tear, Death, It's War. 10.2.16 Peyman Washington D.C.
Collect
Collect "You are going to leave your shit behind" She said, And I assured her I won't as I collected pieces of my life from the floor. Life is strange You scatter your love with one hand And collect it back with an other. 10.3.16 Peyman Washington D.C.
Death Of The Love Birds
In the morning a lovebird died in his cage watching me walk down the street. Have you become darkness? She Asked I cannot see myself in the mirror anymore. I said We sat quietly, A cloud exploded in the sky and dropped dead. We knew. We knew. The earth will keep on moving. The sky … Continue reading Death Of The Love Birds
Happy Birthday One Poem At A Time! (Year one) – Thank you!
Dear La Familia, I Managed to work on an "art" project for a year! One Poem At A Time is one year old. And I made sure to celebrate this accomplishment. I rode on my bike for hours listening to Pink Floyd and Jazz by Coleman Hawkins, spend time in a wonderful used book store, touched and … Continue reading Happy Birthday One Poem At A Time! (Year one) – Thank you!