Friday, September 13, 2019

New Iranian Stereotype

No, I didn't fly here in my magic carpet.
My car is a Honda.
They have good resale value.
I am Iranian.
I like good value.

Technically, I'm Iranian-American.
I don't love any government's style.
Though the one in America is doing well for me.
My idea for a better world?
None of your business!

I am Iranian deep in my soul.
No, I am not a spy or terrorist.
I do not start revolts; I pay my bills on time, mostly.
I use computers and other devices.

Technically, I'm for freedom.
That most take for granted.
I'm for educating the masses - with a goal of 100%.
Whether by college or universities,
Or for the people like me who read everything possible.

I am Iranian.
A regular person with very little time to spare.
I don't enjoy seeing others treated unfairly.
A modern Iranian is who I am.
My love for people of all kinds to prosper is my dream.

My people are who I love most.
Whether they are rich or poor or middle of the road.
Whether they struggle everyday like I do.
It is my duty to be there to be their support system.

As I sit here drinking my mint-flavored doogh, I think.
Of my past, of my roots.
My upbringing and my traditions.
Of my present and my future.
And my new traditions coming.

Persian is my first language.
English is my second.
At this point,
I can barely keep up with conversations in native tongue.
I'm like a tourist in a foreign country with other Iranians.

But I am Iranian. No, doubt about it.
My English language skills are strongest.
And I must use these skills to tell my story.
My stories and my people's stories.

Of being Iranian.

Monday, August 26, 2019

Listen

Your mouth.
It says the most beautiful things.
You show me kindness and affection with it.
Thank you for it being so attractive.

I love your mouth.
It can say things that push my buttons.
Your voice is so loving though,
Even if we argue, I'm wishing in my mind,
Trying to get back to you.

That mouth is beautiful,
For telling me and everyone your dreams.
I adore your dreams,
I wish them to come true.
With me and with you.

Your eyes are my favorite color.
But it all comes down to kissing you.
Because your mouth is amazing to me.

Your mouth is beautiful.
It speaks and shows love,
In the words you choose,
In its compassion towards me and others,
And physically for me only.

We're lucky, definitely.
We're definitely not boring.
I need you.
To see your smile.
To hear you sing and laugh, and to tell me you love me.
I need your mouth.






Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Paper Bag


Sometimes,
I get so nervous when the female cashier looks at me.
She asks me if I want to buy a paper bag.
First off, I brought my own!

So I have to wonder to myself:
Is she flirting with me?
No, no, she does this a 100 times a day already.
She knows I have my own reusable cloth bag,
It's right there in front of her face.
She wants my number and a date, doesn't she?
I've noticed her good eye-makeup once before.
I'm no idiot.

What if she's a shill for the paper industry?
She's trying to get rid of these bags,
For dollars on the penny.
Entrepreneurs make America.
She's gotta be one of them.

"No thank you", I say.
I brought my own bag.
I'm awake about it.
Not like these other sheep.
I buy organic,
To keep the brainwash juices out of my mind.

She's obviously in love with me.
I mean - look at this that I am.
A gift from God to please a woman's desires.
I ask her out to Shakespeare in the Park.

She politely declines.
I hate when they play hard to get.
Next week, I'll ignore her.
That always gets them.

I wonder what the names of our children will be.
Probably something interesting,
Like Raven or Zelda.
I won't bring a reusable bag next time,
So she'll be right to ask me.



Tuesday, June 4, 2019

Lazy Bastard

I'm stumbling on debris on my floor.
Time to vaccuum again.

It's June again,
Which means I should clean the shower too.

I'm not lazy, I'm efficient.
How dare you judge me,
You filthy animal.




Sunday, June 2, 2019

The Culmination of All Intelligence in the Universe

There has never been a better time,
To talk about this.

I have never thought it was a good idea,
To study to become a foot soldier.
I studied to take humankind farther,
To space and beyond the small life on Earth.

I am who I am,
And never be anything else.
I am not a Lion. I am not an Ant.

I dare not care for killing.
Or savagery.
I want everyone to live.
And with peace,
In their hearts, their souls.

I am the one,
The Eyes,
Ears,
Nose,
The mouth and tongue of the free world.
I am of Peace.

And I will stand behind my stance.
Until all of us know everything.

Saturday, December 22, 2018

Everything Ends Anyways





It’s mine.
The destination.
The final curtain call,
My dream is ending,
And so am I.
I will die.



It won’t matter.
It never did.
The world goes on,
With or without me.



My choice.
My insanity.
I want it all to go away.



There is no other way,
For me to get help.
That I need.
I don’t want it anyway.



Not like it matters now,






Everything ends anyways.


Thanks, But No Thanks



Thanks.
I’ve had enough.
Why didn’t anyone care?
I thought someone would.



I wish life were fair.
No one knows where we go after this.
No one really knows where.



No thanks.
I tried to tell you.
Why didn’t anyone care?
Maybe I should instead.



There isn’t a need for me.
I’m sick of my apathy.
Every day is like this.
Everything is what it seems.



I wish life were fair.
No one knows where we go after this.
No one really knows where.



Thanks.
But no thanks.



I’ve had enough.

Other Side



This isn’t what I thought it would be.

It’s clean.

But it’s a fantasy.

I wish I had a family.

One day, maybe.




I wish for a change.

But it’s not enough.

I need to get out of here.




Far away.

A lake with calm waters.

For a change.

But it’s not enough.




Fascinating to be here.

Because it’s all a distant memory.

Now, I’m clean.




No scars.

No hurting.

The aches are gone.

The misery.




All apart of me.




But now I don’t need anything.

No Problem Solved









It never happened,

Immortality.

So close but not close enough.

A killing instead.










Of me.










I have no belongings,

Everything I have is this life.

Is me.










Now I have the upperhand,

Now, everyone else can’t have me.

I hope they all will understand.










I win the game.

I’ve won.

There was no problem.

I solved it.






I didn’t have to play the game of life.

Exit Here



Exit signs everywhere.

Exit here.

Exit there.

I’ve got to make my exit now.




I won’t be making it back to this highway again.

Because of this Cardinal sin.




My eternal suffering can exit my soul.

With just one simple choice to end it myself.




Display the emotions.

Formulaic factions.

I have nothing more to give.




No exit - no comfort.

No psychological urges.




I can finally be happy.

Dinner with a Friend (Grim Reaper)



My severed head I walk around with.




Look up to me.

While I admire death.

There’s only pain and suffering.

Every once in a while there’s joy.

An abstract beauty in a world of pain.

I adore.




Well, now it’s poetry to my ears.

To see the great beyond.

I’m here and I’m staying.

I’ve made it.




I guess a sunset is a painting.

There’s a palette of beauty.

In an early death.




Why am I not surprised it happened so fast?

It wasn’t meant to last.

It’s over.

No other.




In the dirt.

No one hurt.

A rebirth.




No.

Just another skull,




Materializing into earth.

I Wish For an End



Goddamn heart never stops.

I’ve tried everything to finish it.

Fried fatty foods, cigarettes, no exercise.

Everything except a gunshot or jumping off a building.

But maybe soon.




All I know is I wish for an end.

Is that so much to ask?

I don’t know and I don’t think so.

I’m weak.

There’s nothing left here for me anyway.

I’m trapped in a body I don’t want or deserve.




Goddamn brain never stops.

I’ve tried everything to finish it.

Terrible music, terrible movies, terrible books.

Terrible poetry.

Instead I get awarded for my contributions.

What takes me no effort to do and I get called an artist.




I wish I could.

Counterintuitive possibilities.

Suicidal Tendencies.

I’m still not flying.

So I drag my feet across your lawn.




Give me a medical review.

Judge my case.

I’ll appeal it to the end.




Until I’m dead.

Crushed Dreams



I just wanted to be somebody.

Now, I’m somebody else.

I never thought I’d be alone.

But here I am.




I wish I’d known my own thoughts.

Before I threw them all away.

My crushed dreams are me.

I’m one and alone with all of them.

There’s no more dreams.

I’d hate to have more.




The registration of my demolition.

My brains and my body.

Annihilated and immigrated into dirt.

I’m not worth it and neither is any of this.

All my dreams were just dreams.

I don’t deserve to get lucky.




It’s all fun and games until reality hits.

Then bills need paying and I’m broke.

What’s funny is I’m broke all the time anyway.

Why?

To be a fucking artist.

So some asshole can get lucky.

And here I am working a shit job to pay the bills.

Life’s not fair unless I’m pulling hairs.




I wish for dreams to never come true for me or for you.

It All Began



A superhero is a human being.

Nothing hurts, not even bullets.

What about a noose?

Self-inflicted means relief.

Now I’m a debt cleared by the banking institution.

It’s true.

It all began when life became valuable.

Suddenly, a price is put on it.

And one is prettier than the others.

So the pretty ones get sold.

And in this fantasy no one is a whore.

Except the living.




It all began with being property.

Having value.

Quality.




A human being is a superhero.

Nothing hurts, not even bullets.

What about a noose?




Self-inflicted means relief.

Under Pressure



It must be so nice to be me.

All I have to do is take it easy.

Even when others starve.

It’s so easy to turn a blind eye.




As long as it’s not me.

I can enjoy my life.

Who cares, really?

Who cares?

Really.




It must be cool to be me.

All I have to do is fake being immune.

Nothing bothers me.

There’s no pressure to act.

We’re all actors, right?




As long as it’s not me.

I can enjoy my life.

Who cares, really?

Who cares?

Really.




It must be so fun to be me.

All I have to do is… cry.

Even when others… die.

It’s so easy to not care.




As long as it’s not me.

I can enjoy my life.





Who cares, really?

Who cares?




Really.

Started Well




Celebrations and birds flying high.

I don’t remember ever being so happy.





Then I got a brain, and my happiness left.





I never thought it would be something that fails.

But it did and now I’m now done.





Oh, wait.

It looks like I have to deal with it all.

For a very long time.





It hurts me the most.

And I can’t even give it to anyone else.

While they have celebrations.

With their birds flying oh so high.





I’m dirt beneath their feet.

I was the revolution.

I can’t be the absolution.

If I’m forgotten.





Enjoy your freedom.

Mine is in another place.


Far from here.

Monday, October 8, 2018

Luck of the Irish

The soul is in thru the eyes.
A loving soul I've seen with mine.

As we ate and drank and stayed merry,
Her attention left our side,
As a dog was walked by.
I pointed it out.
She blushed her gorgeous cheeks,
Light red.
I'm in heaven,
I breathed.

We went for a stroll,
With our city.
There were turtles.
Everywhere.

She cares for animals.
What a woman she is.
Her heat radiates,
From her big heart.

She's so loving,
I feel at peace.
Not tormented anymore.

I fell almost immediately.
Her loving soul reached out,
And passed into mine.
I felt love.
How good it felt.
To be alive.

I got lucky,
To have this day.
A beautiful soul connected,
To me.
I can't let go,
Of this goodness.
I'm addicted to good fortune.

In her.

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Cream and sweetener

A nice pick-me-up while at the office.
Or at home, after waking up from an afternoon nap.

Coffee?
At 3pm?
ARE YOU INSANE?
Unless you like your stomach pain,
Try a cup of fresh brewed tea.
Trust me, nobody wants you jumping like a blubbering whale that's beached.

Do yourself a favor.
Yes, there's caffeine in it,
But not like half a line of cocaine.
Which you definitely don't need either.

Black tea is brown.
Green tea is yellow.
White tea is golden.
Herbal tea is rain water.

So really it's brown tea, yellow tea, golden tea.
And hot rain.

Don't be like me and use a microwave to heat your tea.
In England they could arrest you for it.
And throw your tea bag out before drinking.
It's a public nuisance and disturbance of the peace.
Also, it's gross.

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Mixing red, yellow, and blue

Her eyes. They burn into mine,
So I only look for a moment at a time.

A lovely bird singing her song of joy or sadness,
She can be ready to fly or ready to create a nest,
Of baby birds.

She is one of a kind.

Have you ever noticed a woman's voice,
Is like a song she sings when she speaks and you are in love?


Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Bananahead



Big yellow fruit.
Cylinders with narrow tips.
Curved at the ends.

Sexual fruit,
But not by their design.
Our views and our design.
Phallic.

Monkeys eat bananas.
So do humans.
This gives us relationship.

Bananas are healthy and sweet.
Potassium is plenty in a banana.
Most people eat one banana.
But have you ever tried to eat one right after another?

Women eating bananas is considered sexy by hormonal men.
Some men eating bananas can be sexy too, considered by other hormonal men.

Bananas go good with peanut butter and a glass of milk.
Elvis likes peanut butter, banana and bacon sandwiches.

Don't get me started with plantains.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

When We Get Spooky

I'm on the streets, alone.
Desperately not seeking attention,
Yet I'm found.
This always happens and I won't turn it down.

A man sees me and points his camera at me.
"Can I take your picture?"
I feign a smile.
"Sure."
I go to West Hollywood every year.
On Halloween.

This year, again, alone.
Sometimes a friend accompanies me.
Many times I make new acquaintances out on the street.
I go whether anyone is with me or not.
People-watching is a pastime of mine.
I enjoy anonymity.

Another camera, and then a camera phone.
They like what I've brought to the Carnival.
I like making things doper than dope.
And not spending more than a few dollars on it.

The usuals are there.
I see a Superman, a Batman, a Flash.
I see a naughty kitten, the half-naked kind.
My eyes try not to make contact.
She looks down at her cleavage anyway.
I'm caught.
I try not to make eye contact with her and move on.
She's probably trouble.

There's usually a few people in stilts as high as 10 feet tall,
And men dressed as women.
The gay men dress in leotards and the straight men dress as buff heroes.
Many people there tonight.
Most arrived late because of work during the day.

Tonight I'm a mix of Ace Frehley, Chad Gray from the "Dig" music video, a Slipknot member, and a punk rocker.
I carried my Guitar Hero guitar with me as I walked up and down Santa Monica Boulevard.

Some people brought their children along.
Even though all the web sites and forums say not to bring them.
Maybe some people don't get the news.
Maybe some just don't care and show the world to their kids.
Maybe that's a good thing.
I wonder if I ever have children what I would do.

A black woman walking the other way from me inches closer.
She gets close and starts playing my guitar.
I smile and nod.
At least she's having fun.

A man stands out in the crowd with a Jack O Lantern bag.
He's handing things out.
I go over and hold my hand out.
He gives me three condoms.
"Be safe tonight!" he says.
I wanted candy and I'm mildly disappointed.

I see myself in the mirror of a frame store.
I've painted myself and my beard in whiteface.
The opposite of blackface, which is considered racist.
I wonder if anyone else has this thought.

A white woman sees me and makes the sound of a guitar whammy bar.
"WEEEOOOOOOOW!" she exclaims.
I don't know what to say so I smile and nod as I walk off.
What a glorious night.
I'll never get bored with Halloween.


Monday, September 18, 2017

Cleanse

Mold again.
Either stop it,
Or let it consume you.

But there's no way to stop it,
A complete genocide of spores is impossible.
But I have plenty of bleach.

I have it on strong authority:
The strongest natural fibers in the universe,
Are Iranian chin, ear, and nose hairs.

Adamantium won't stand a chance.

I've tested this out,
On myself.
Laboratory specs be damned.
I cut myself on my own.
These hairs cut through me,
Razorebladed in lifetimes.

I embrace the complexity.
The stench of my armpits.
Smell it.
Au natarale.
For at least five minutes,
Until I'm dried.

Inhale the essence of man.

Dirty feet,
Hairy.
Testosterone pumping.

All in one small spot.
I call mine.

I guess it's time to clean the shower.




Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Genetics



Social class?
Some bodies.
Doing nothing,
Until death comes.

Low class?
People with ambition.
No class?
Freedom from ambition.

Just human.
Trying to get by.
And follow dreams.
Make them a reality.

Discrimination.
We all discriminate too.
We all discriminate you.

Nepotism leads to inbreeding.
Blood bonds.
Too bad,
It's all Pangea.

Never do anything,
And never make it very far.
Others get lucky,
And actually use potential.
But not you.

Others have been leeches.
Inheriting earth,
By the work of the meek.

Perceptions of power.
Tolerated.
Without that perception...
Weak.

Genetically engineered,
Brought up in family shadow.
But not a winner,
Either way.
Anyway.

Love.
Compassion.
Strength.

There's class somewhere in there.
Try it.
You might like it.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Bad Poetry Day



Buy high,
Sell low.

Misery hates company.

Be an echo,
Not a voice.

Always forget.

Work nice,
And be hard on people.

Stupid is,
As Smart does.

Count the days,
Don't make the day count.

Keep it complex, stupid.

Be the same,
Not better.

Forget to smile.

Things get tougher,
When you get better.

Think,
Don't do.

Enjoy the big things in life.

Hard work never beats talent.
Because talent doesn't work hard.

Write sober,
Edit drunk.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

World's Best Comedian

So once again:
I'm not a comedian.
Or a writer.

Even though,
It's all a joke written.

I remain the same.

And I have little need,
Of disapproval by you.

What I do need is a pen,
And some paper.
Maybe the new iMac.

Yes! That'll make me.
A better comedian.
My jokes will write themselves!

I guess nothing matters,
If everything is OK.
And there is no drama.


Monday, August 14, 2017

Fight

No more fighting.
OK?
Just joking.
Take the punch.

Was a caveman once.
Now I'm being primped,
Having to moisturize.

Enjoying the fight.
Reminds me of what I am.
A man.

My developed-monkey brain,
A brute.
Animal-like.

A beast that fights,
To attack.
And flights,
When preyed.

Going against?
Without violence?
Fight with mind.

Which is stronger.
Anyway.
Either way,
Fight.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Looking Up

Wherever I may end up,
A path.
I must take it.
And continue.
A request?

Resiliency ingrained.
On ground.
Resistance by choice.
To fly away.

My choice.
Nature will provide.
And guide.

Silver

You opened up,
To me.
All your secrets.

Hidden lives,
The Hollywood demon.
Secrets.
I take to the grave.

I'm gone.

Silver.

Dream together,
Imagine.
Forever.

Better lives,
For everyone.
Together,
Tonight.

Opened up,
Our minds,
In the sand.
We kept warm.
While listening,
To gentle waves.
Fighting.

Something,
So beautiful.
In my mind?

Perceptions,
Looking outside in.
No damage done.

A complete,
A Reversal.
Only partial.

Silver.

Wanted,
For so long.
Lucky.
Me.

Heal,
Take this curse,
From me.

Trust,
The real me.

Strength.
Passion.
Integrity.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Flat

Seems so wrong to not care,
But it seems I'm a real comedian.
When life is a joke,
And I'm the punchline.

Looking around...
Staring into a device.
All day.
And another device,
When I get home.

What's real is perception.
And the power it plays on mortal men and women.

The other side is just as boring.
Because it's false.
The side that's true is my side.
Just as the sun sets and the moon is already there waiting.
I'm awoke, ready to illuminate.

Friday, August 11, 2017

Lush

Your heart is gold,
and you wear it on your sleeve.

I can't believe I fell in love so quickly,
But let's be honest here.
It's easy for a man like me,
To love everything about a woman like you.

I don't know how long relationships last anymore,
Because of so much divorce and unloyalty.
But I know that as long as I breathe,
I'll dream of being in love with you.

Today is the most joy I've experienced,
Because I got to spend my time with you.
And all I wanna do is take care of you,
Physically, emotionally, spiritually, financially.
If that's all you want too.

I can't believe how such a black heart as myself,
Can feel this way, just on meeting you.

Your kindness, your loving grace.
It's all a man needs to feel appreciated.
And all a man wants is to make his woman
Feel secure and uninhibited around him.

We shared our tattoos, mine about being an outcast,
And yours about saving the world.
I loved you from the start.
I don't care about your past,
Because I want to be your future.

Peace and love.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Old

Congrats, I made it. I'm old.
I wasn't vain anyway.
But now, I don't have to worry about looking good. I can wear grey with pride. I earned it. And pop culture doesn't matter. Not that it ever did. I grew up with heavy metal and gangster rap. Now called metal and hip-hop.

I remember using lots of product in my hair as a teenager to try to impress my classmates.

Then I moved out of town, so a lot of good that did.

My name is Danny.
Old men go by Dan.
Will I ever grow the eff up?

Congrats, I'm old.

When I was younger,
I was a breast man.
As I've gained wisdom,
Breasts, Thighs, Legs, and Butt
Are all wonderful in their own way.

I'm always in the mood for chicken.

I'm old.

Next is The End. Maybe it'll be a new beginning.

Congrats, I made it. I'm old.


Cannot Be

I cannot be your lover anymore,
No matter how convenient,
It is to stay.

Can we treat each other like friends?
Or
Are there things that can never be?

I wish things stayed the same,
The way I kept on for you.
Sorry I cannot say,
That our love held true.

There are things you need to know.
I've moved on and you should too.
I don't want to be committed anymore.

I'm sorry.

Can we treat each other like friends?
Or
Are there things that can never be?

There are things you need to know.
I've moved on and you should too.
I don't want to be committed anymore.

I'm sorry.

I cannot be your lover anymore,
No matter how convenient,
It is to stay.

Sorry I cannot be,
The man you wanted me to be.

I'm not sorry.
That I'm not changing,
Who I am.
And always will be.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

The Right Way

Everyone has an asshole,
And everyone has an opinion.

I get it.
You're right.
You're always right.

Does that make you feel any better?
About yourself?
Shut up!

I get it.
You're right.
You're always right.

There's only one way to do things.
Your way.
Thanks for your guidance.

I get it.
You're right.
You're always right.

Hey, what's that over there?
Look at that.
Now, I'm gone.

I get it.
You're right.
You're always right.

I can be a lazy piece of shit if I want to.
I'm arrogant and a bit of a show-off.
So what?

Piss off.
Ya cunts.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Iranian-American

I plea for peace.
For myself, my friends, my family.
An Iranian-American is a metaphor.
For the destruction in the world coming to an end.

A Capulet and Montague putting differences aside.
Merging, knowing the differences.
And embracing the dissolution of anger.

I'm born in the United States,
But my soul belongs to Iran.
A two-sided coin,
Dr. Jeckylled and Mr. Hyded.
Without both sides,
The coin would not exist.
And neither would I.

Both sides are Dr. Jeckyll.
And I plea for peace!
Between all nations,
Seeking complete control.

Home is where my family lives,
My family is all over this world.
Most of the world, I've never been.


I'm only half a world away,
From seeing truth.
Too bad I can never go there,
Because of my big mouth.

Monday, August 7, 2017

Water

So pure.
Government provided mind control,
Supposedly.

But it's clear.

I have a glass a day.
On weekends I have 8 glasses of beer.
Which is water with extra taste.

Sometimes I have a bottle.
Of water, not beer.
Not too much bottled water though.
I remember 10 years ago,
Having to buy water for 10 cents.

It's as if someone said to themselves,
"What is plentiful and almost free,
That I can charge 10 times for?"

And they did it.
Dasani with their added minerals.
Fiji from Kentucky.
PUR with their activated charcoals.
Water in a Box.
WTF?!
Is everyone ignoring what it is, but me?

I thought we learned lessons of the past.
I guess not.
All this water,
And we're still doomed.

All I do is Hunger and Thirst.
Replenish myself.
Taste is for amateurs.

So Thirsty.
I need Replenishment.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Sad to See You Go

Now that you're gone,
I can forgive you.
Not that I ever wanted it,
Us to end.

It's that I was hurt,
Maybe we were both wrong,
And both too stubborn.
But our love remains strong.

You were right,
To stay away from me.
I would have fought you,
Win or Lose.

No more tears,
Or anger or regret.
Nothing.

I'm still sad to see you go.

Goodbye.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

My Best Friend

Maura is my best friend.
Yes, she is very attractive,
Beautiful, handsome, lovely.

She's a Star Wars fan,
And a social warrior.
I remember how we became friends.
At a political science class,
We had a 2 unit Santa Cruz mountain retreat.
She was wearing a bright red shirt and had a lip ring.
She was very outspoken too.

We were supposed to trade numbers,
With 2 people at the end of the retreat.
I ran up to her and got her number.
I said we'd go out I'd take her out to eat.

I asked her to marry me.
First time I'd ever asked a woman to marry me,
And she said no.

She's lovely, yes, and I tell her that all the time.
It's not me being charming, it's me being truthful.
She's beautiful inside and out.

We've never dated romantically though.
I think I just love her and don't want to hurt her,
Like I've done to so many women in my life.
Maura is my best friend.
I'll love her forever and nothing can change that.
The offer to get married still stands.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Culture

Standards come from having no standards.
Because of standardized culture.
It hurts the ones loved most,
Including the self.

But it can be overcome.

If freedom is available,
RUN TO IT.
Be able to roam with happiness in your heart.
Because there shouldn’t be constraints involved.

Shaming others on unused ideals,
Is a misconception of uneducated beliefs.
A manmade perception,
To guilt others of pleasure.

A way of dealing with pain.
Too much pain needs relief.
Faith blinds the weak,
Because there is never freedom in it.

Be free to do as you please.
Not to settle for mediocrity,
Or to expect the unexpected,
Only the undefined is necessary.

Happiness is used as a means to an end,
And used by the disillusioned.
More than money or arrangements,
It's denial.

It's a counterfeit to the mind being truly stable.

Friday, December 23, 2016

Fruit from the tree of knowledge

LSD is the apple that Adam and Eve ate from the tree of knowledge
The knowledge of the universe was opened up to me.
It opened my mind to truths of the world.

My experience with it:
I'd say I ingested LSD a dozen times, and it was a trip.
A trip to far reaches of my body, mind, and soul,
Connecting when they've been closed off because of our "civilizing".

I connected with my world and I saw the humor,
the idiocies of us as humans,
the ugliness of our deepest desires,
and the childlike tendencies we all hide from.

Imagine your five senses twisting and turning into new senses.
Your hearing nerves attach to your sense of smell.
All of a sudden, sounds have smells.
You can taste things by touching them with your hands and feet.
Your eyes taste the colors you see.

I haven't touched mind enhancing fruit for 20 years now.
But these are things I'll always adore,
and never forget.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Indebted

There is something so great,
About being indebted.
A sense of purpose is given,
For being wildly in need.

For money, for love.
For love or money.
But not for the love of money.

If it's lack of sleep to endure,
I don't need it.
Sleep? When I'm dead.
I have bills to pay.
I have happiness to payback.

Romantic Development,
Business Development,
Same thing.
Let the equity and heart grow.

We are connected,
A unit.
A couple or a company.
We're in bed together.



Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Color

A color.
So simple,
And so complex.

Brown.
So smooth,
It pours itself.

Red.
So vivid,
Blood ties all.

Yellow.
So bright,
It shines on all.

Blue.
So vast,
Above us.

Green.
So lush,
Rolling around.

Orange.
So tart,
Yet so sweet.

White.
So pure,
Gets dirty though.

Purple.
So royal,
Nothing else.

Black.
So angry.
Dark as death.


Tuesday, August 25, 2015

One Day At a Time

I love to surprise you,
In all the many different ways.
To show you that I care,
For the remainder of our days.

I call you when I can,
When I know I shouldn't call.
To tell you I'm your man,
And that I love you with my all.

I'll continue sending mail,
To show you how much I do care.
You're my loving female,
To me your qualities are quite rare.

I enjoy giving this tranquility,
I enjoy giving you this peace of mind.
By granting you this stability,
We can continue to enjoy our lives.

Day in,
Day out.
One day at a time.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Deserve

I love you very much.
I do it happily and with pride.
Me loving you as much as I do,
Is exactly what you deserve.

Just don't take it for granted, please.

Every day I have loved you,
And continue to give you love,
Is one of the best days of my life.

We'll grow old together and become more in love.
I'll get to brag that our lives began when we first met. 
And everyone around us shares the joy in our hearts.

I'll always want to hold you,
To hug you, to kiss you.
To be with you.
Have you sleep in my arms close,
So I may feel you breathe.

It's because you are my good influence.
I'll spend the rest of my life,
Repaying your kindness.
I'll repay it by being faithful,
And give you everything you deserve.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

First letter

My happy thought is you.
On my knees asking for your hand.
Nobody else I'd rather be with.
About you I think of throughout the day.

All the little things you do for me.
Nobody makes it worth so much.
Dreams could not be so rich as this reality with you.

Doesn't matter what happens.
As long as our faith in each other is true.
No other bond is like our family's.
Now we know why we were meant to be.
You and I make the perfect team.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Moving

You've been on my mind very much lately.
Well, you and me and us, stated exactly.
There's been only a few small moments today,
I haven't been able to think about you in any way.

In between my daily work tasks I do plan,
I've missed you terribly, says me, your caring man. 
My heart intensifies for you and your tender touch,
Even if just a kiss on the nose, I'd love it very much.

I've been thinking about this with much thought, very thoroughly.
I'm going to have to need to move to be with you in Kansas City.
It makes sense because seeing you in person is worth it.
And just know that when I say, "Don't go", I mean it.

This means I'm going to help you study during the night,
And I'll do my writing, so we can be in each other's sight.
Helping with your exams however I can,
Even if it's just making you healthy snacks.

I'm also going to be able to take you out to eat.
Because I'll have a 9-5 job for a little while again. (LOL)
It's all worth it to support you.
Giving you my love in 15 minute study break increments.




Friday, July 24, 2015

Our dreams

Mona, my love.
It brings me joy,
How you are living your dreams.

I already miss you.
Because we spent our time
Talking by phone, text,
And in person.

This isn't easy,
That I don't see you.
It's OK though, we are both strong.

I'm working right now,
Building our future together.
By writing, and other decisions.
Building my dreams along with you.

I'll see you soon, I promise.
Do your best,
And I will too.

Love Always,
Danny

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Since

Since meeting the woman of my dreams,

I feel so incredibly lucky.

I wanted to tell you how I've felt today.

You being in my life is pleasure to me.

And everyone around me is able to see.

You make the sky a little more blue,

Knowing we're thinking of each other.

Our phone calls bring a smile across my face,

Knowing who's on the other end.

Us making each other laugh helps too.

I do love you. I love you with all my heart.

I want you to be the mother to my children.

I want you as my beautiful wife.

I want to love you and be with you for every moment of time.

I desire you in my life.

I love you more and more everyday.

And I'll continue to love you more in every single way.

I love you with all my heart. Thank you.

For being you.

I love you.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Love Juice

Extra extra beautiful.
Anything she says, within reason,
My response will be:
As you wish.

Her kisses are extra loving.
I'm afraid to ask how I got so lucky.
Her wanting a hairy chested man, and
Me wanting a beautiful eyed woman.
Her big brown eyes lift my spirits like no other,
When I see her in person.

My passion for her pushes me harder at work.
The spark she sets off is better than Nutella.
Her modest behavior is charming to my heart.
This woman I adore, her name is Mona.

The perfect moment came last night,
When we held each other arm in arm.
I felt closer to her than ever before,
I knew she was the one I've waited for.
To give my life more meaning,
To be the man she needs me to be.

Her lips touching mine is explosive inside.
Gets me short-winded just thinking about her.
I crave her smile and her cheerful laughter,
Ever since our 2nd or 4th or 5th date.

Her happiness is my #1 priority already.
She says she wants to make me happy,
In 10 years when she buys me a Mercedes.
Though I'll probably still ride my electric bike.

I even love her given name.
She says she hates it, but I can't understand why.
It fits her so well.
An American with a Middle Eastern name.

I want to make the most passionate love to her I can,
Her as my woman, me being her man.
Something so special about us being together,
A bond like ours should be apart never.

A good woman and a good man; lovers.
And blessed with our joy of each other's heart.
Made differently, and made for each other.
A union like ours is a blessing, a work of art.


Friday, August 1, 2014

Too Loud to Ignore

No one knows about mundane,
Even if we don't admit it publicly.
Because who is going to pretend,
They are bored with it all?

It's only real when God comes down,
and flows thru the milk in our veins.
And POOF!
We've become too loud to ignore.

An adult door is open and we go thru
The puppy entrance.
We're thirsty and a water bowl
Is given.

The moon and moons become nothing but
Big rocks in a vacuum of space.
A planet just happens to become inhabitable,
Because of its relationship in distance to
The nearest star.

That is what we call "miracle."
It's wizardry and the potion is magic.
Once we wake up and fear nothing,
Real powers awaken in our cells.

A real life, with real good.
Everywhere.
Roar about it like no choice is available.

We see outside these walls,
With God being carried around in our pockets,
Like a lucky token of our greatest acceptance.
Don't lose that.

Because we have become too loud to ignore.

A Bus Ride

Los Angeles, so horribly known for its mass transit system.

I'm going to find out first-hand.

A bus going from the top of Laurel Canyon down to Santa Monica and Fairfax is my journey today.

The bus came a few minutes late but that's better than a few minutes early.
I wave at the bus driver as she arrives and opens her door for business.
I went up and asked her how much.
I didn't bother explaining because it's been a few years since I last rode.
Which is ironic because I rehearsed how I would tell her in a joking manner.
So we could share a bond of uncertainty together.

Did they even still take cash? Yes. Cash rules the public still.
The seats were clean and no foul smells were presented by anyone on the bus,
including me.

The trip would take a few minutes longer than driving plus I wouldn't pay for parking. I was the only non-senior riding which worried me at first.
With this ride, was I joining the Many Wrinkles and Bad Eyesight Club?
Moby. Oh, that's "Maybe."
I read a few pages of poetry on the ride and tried not to think about if the doctor I was visiting would tell me I only have 2 to 40 years of living left.

Finally some pretty girls board the bus at Sunset and Crescent Heights. And a kid wearing a Goofy ears Disney hat.

The circle is halfway complete.

I get out and try to find the 218 to Studio City.
It only took me a roundabout walk around the busy noon traffic to find it.
The seat to wait for the bus looked like orange vomit had been on it and dried.
I chose to stand for ten more minutes.
The bus made its way to the few of us waiting. 

This time, a young man of Hispanic descent is driving.
He is quick to honk the horn.
Or maybe traffic is more aggressive around this time.
I try to mind my own business and play a racing game on my phone.

The bus stop is very close to my home.
My story complete without a real story happening.
I've never liked the bus but I do enjoy riding the train.
Probably because I don't like sitting sideways and going forward.

My verdict is the transit system is better than is joked about by
Many many Los Angeles comedians.
I wonder how many of them regularly ride public transportation.
And I keep wondering when L.A.'s Metro will rival New York's M.T.A.
These are good thoughts to go home to.

I do go home, the circle now complete.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Bears dancing

I'll always remember seeing Grateful Dead shirts being worn as a child.
Imagining how great they must sound,
If they could produce these vivid colors on t-shirts.

Boy was I wrong.

My mind did not explode like I thought it would.
I was mildly disappointed.

Oh well.
I'm an 80's/90's kid.
What's another band to find?

Nowadays I'm older.
I can at least appreciate it.
Without taking LSD.

Steal from someone

Steal from someone,
then buy them a present.

They will forgive you.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

The Economics of It All



He was born rich.

Growing up he knew it with all his heart.

It's been a surreal experience. To say the least.

The voyage he knew he would start.

And not knowing where he'd end up.




One thing he knew, though.

That he would be rich someday.

And with that,

Money became worthless.

He could buy anything,

But still felt empty.




Even so, currency consumed his time.

His thoughts and dreams.

In youth he only knew situations financially.

The last few years he became richer than his wildest dreams.

He was a big fish in a small pond.

He had achieved it early.




As an adult, a bonafide real adult,

Real ideas started pouring about where he could go,

and how to get there.

His richness grew,

In ideas and thinking unconventionally.













With that he says:

Nobody loves money.

And he hates hearing, "money over everything".

Money is an idea, of paper and digital bits.

That paper is a person's worth.

It's not what they have in their mind,

Their heart, their soul.




Numbers type up on a bank statement.

And we think "security".

Here's what he thinks of security:

What if?




What. If.

Everyone could have nice things?

What. If.

A sick person gets taken care of?

What. If.

A hungry person is fed?

What. If.

We were already who we wanted to be?

And no monetary value would change that?






That's rich.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Welcome to Hollywood

A city with this many people and I still feel alone...


I'm sure you're thinking, "This doesn't sound like the Hollywood I know of." and of course it doesn't.


The glamorized moving pictures you see on the screen can make a hooker in Pretty Woman look appealing.


Dreams are big in this town. Here or New York is where you go for a chance at it all.


All these dreams and only so many of them can be fulfilled.


Problem is there are backstabbers and fakes, just like the villains in the movies they portray.


I'm sure you're thinking "Who are you to try to shape my views?", and you're right. I'm nobody.


The old times, it was who you knew and what you did with the opportunity you were given.


And I knew everybody, but I never took a real chance to prove I had a voice.


Commercialization, post-modernization, and formulaic shock value. And this is considered art.


The Hitchcocks, the Lean's, The Peckinpah's, The Chaplin's, they're all gone.

Today, everyone dictates like they're Hitler.


These so called artists want to rule, to make the rules, but never in a million years will they follow them.


A day's work used to get you a day's pay. You didn't need to kiss ass to go up in the ranks of men.


You just showed talent and courage. Now the entire city is my battlefield. And right here, I'm in the goddamn lousy warzone.


I've lived here for many years and starved.


Its the hard life daily or no life at all - for dreamers.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going, but that's not me.


I've accepted that's who I am and I'm OK with it.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Writers Anonymous

Hi everyone. My name is Danny D.

I've been writing since I was a teenager. When everyone else would throw away their poetry after English class, I would go home and rewrite it until I could no more.

I speak in slang around friends, but the written word must have a social order.

Nothing is as strong as my addiction to words crafted together.

Success

Success speaks for itself. Be very quiet.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Alco Hall

Alco Hall,
How much I love you.
You've made me sexy, you gave me confidence,
To go talk to that girl in the black dress.
Liquid. Courage. And my deception.
Do I booze it up?
Do you smell it on me?
I just want you to rock my world one more time.

A great friend.
He had good direction,
Bad acting.
His name is Al. Kaholic.
It's a German last name.
Kaholic.
But he only drinks French wine,
And Coors Light.

I'm going to sleep early now,
But really it's 4a.m.
To sleep late is to sleep early in the morning.
My BAC is a thousand.
I might throw up.

Friday, January 3, 2014

A Pirate's Creed

Roses are thorned and so is my love.
Beauty is in the water,
And death always certain.

Made in heaven with the Devil's tongue.
Hell hath no fury,
Like the angry God's vengeance.

That is why there is no honor among us thieves.

So we live, laugh, and fight.
We conquer for control,
The women, and the gold.

It's all there for the taking.


Sunday, July 7, 2013

Never is a long time

When we met I was losing,
and you the breadwinner.
We had such high dreams,
of us to be together forever.

It was a love that was not,
Should not have been.
Meant to be.
No matter how much we try,
Or change or cried.

There is no amount to gain,
Only time to waste.
On each other.

We had a chance to be,
And we lost badly.
Almost everything,
Except our sanity.

But not our friendship.
We can still wait for each other,
Even though...
Never is a long time...


Saturday, November 3, 2012

Pet Peeves

Too smart?
I'm aggravated.
Too dumb?
I'm aggravating.

Too young?
I'm annoyed.
Too old?
I'm annoyed.

Me?
Perfectly aggravating.
You?
Boring.
Me?
Perfectly annoying.

Too skinny?
It bothers me.
Too fat?
It bothers me.

Too black?
You're irritating.
Too white?
You're irritating.

Me?
Perfectly bothered.
You?
Boring.
Me?
Perfectly irritating.

Me?
Peeved.
You?
Agreed.
Me?
Leave.
You?
Relieved.



Monday, June 25, 2012

Dilaudid

Dilaudid
How much I want more of you.
Your warmth I crave

I just wait til the next interval I get you
While I wait here in pain.
You are amazing.
And you are safe.

I lay here in bed
Waiting for that moment
I can be with you again.

My leg will take forever to heal
But our bonds are instantaneous.
I hope I can have you
Next time I'm hurting.

Thank you Dilaudid.
Thank you.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Religion

Anyone that says evolution is not true is not paying attention.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

It goes on

What you know
is what you think.

What you think
is not your own.

What you feel
is the truth.

I don't want to feel confliction.
My heart beats in vain.
My head hung in shame.

It goes on.

What you know
is what you think.

What you think
is not your own.

What you feel
is the truth.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Danny wants freedom, not some stinkin' roadmap

He rides up high. He rides down low.
A son of a gypsy. He drinks his whiskey.
He drove his motorcycle...a hundred miles per hour right thru to my heart.

Now I'm on a two wheeled journey...of highway lust. In his sidecar.
A mountain man. A steely Dan.

Danny wants freedom, not some stinkin' roadmap.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

American

the American is a fighter,
a warrior of sorts
the best of the best.
He is an endless freeway
Full of pride
Satisfied.
mission accomplished
wages of war
counterrevolution
capitalist
fighting for something
brainwash
fanatical
the only place
where else
the mexican imperialist
mexican bourgheouise
proud to be an american
brown yankee
what kind of freedom
enemy of the people
i do believe


watches a war movie
watches history channel
watches historic speech of some sort
history museum ?
nobody i knew well has ever died

intro scene to show how badass he is
'given a last chance'

Simplicity

It feels like the UI is too far apart. Just as I like to use as few keystrokes/mouse gestures as possible, I also don't like moving my eyes too far to find all the info.

I think Google is great that it keeps it simple. Simplicity is what we are all after on the web and too much clutter makes it impossible to keep momentum.

But given that, too simple and we are all monkeys with keyboards...

American

Deadbolted to new beginnings,

A stranger and yet a friend.

Rarely in a bad mood,

When everybody is having fun.


Enjoys being in the dark,

Or out of view.

Never quite understood,

Can come across as offensive.

Cannot sit still for very long,

Unless listening to music for hours.

Walks down the street with headphones,

While secretly hearing everything and anyone.

Loves his family and friends,

Tries his best to understand them.

He listens to advice given,

Is thankful for any moment given.


Proud to be American.


The difference between most people,

Keeping heads down while staying basic.

Change is a concern, a must happen,

A warrior cannot be contained.



Apologize by being blunt about this subject,

Fighting for the ones that cannot fight.

People are beautiful and come from a lineage,

That needs to be remembered.


To know the past is to create the future,

Live by that motto.

Pride of where ancestors come from.

It's important as an example.


Proud to be American.

Where dreams come true.


For the ones that came before and the ones that come after.

The American Dream is alive, well, and fought for with a passion.

Friday, December 30, 2011

Hauteville House revision

"So long as there shall exist hell on Earth from keeping mankind a destiny that is divine; so long as the degradation of man by the exploitation of his labor, the ruin of woman by inequality, starvation and the atrophy of childhood by physical and spiritual means restricted; so long as social class is standard, so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth there should be a need for persons of intelligence to become people of action. Words like this cannot become useless." -Danny Derakhshan

Monday, November 14, 2011

The Sun

A Star is born.
It grows.
Brighter. And Brighter.
Hot enough to grow life.
Human civilization begins.
Our pointless lives.
Our Sun.
Tears itself down.
Dies.
Our pointless lives.
Deteriorate.
And End.

A Star is born.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

I can write

I can write all day and day
Or night for day.
I try not to write all the time
I'd rather sleep.

I think about the times gone
And wonder.
If postmodern is pop
And I'm aware.
Does that make the world?

I write that it goes further
But what if, what.
If it all means nothing
We are categorizable.

Its beautiful I write now
But ugliness
Goes a lot further
Cause that is truth.

I can write if I choose.
My magic is in its reading.
The writing is not mirrors
And smoke.

Its mystic.
And long in the heart.
Time is so relevant
When all we have is
Words that last
Forever.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Annoyed

How come my brain is annoyed. Why can't I answer that question with a snazzy remark? I type and type until my mind is numb. I wish i didn't have so many problems, but i have none.

I poem, I rhyme all the time. My life is a fall from the greatest with so many pains and troubles and no one to hear me when I ask for what i want and the only way I can get it is by myself with no help from you or you or me or you.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Tank Girl

I want you to love me
and share your life with me.
You're the one
I want, my lady.

I have you and you are mine.
Spending time,
laughing, crying,
arguments,
and love-making.

Your happiness is mine.
In my arms, ever more.
In your heart, blossoming
My heart,
is only yours.
But you'd never want it.

A Tank Girl.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Stalker

29 years ago this day
You were born

Some men get their women
cards and flowers
Some men get their women
nothing at all
The right men get their women
the greatest gift of all.

To be in your life
Every moment.

At the mall while you shop
When you eat dinner
At the movies with your friends
Coming by your work unexpectedly
Watching you in the shower
Watching you while you sleep
Listening to your phone calls
Checking your emails and more.

May all your wishes come true
My sweet baby
So a very happy birthday to you.

Please take the restraining order off
So we can be together again.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Run-on Amy

All your ways to spoil my indulgences and
Me and
You are really neat.

Wild at heart and sweet
to the bone you are and I find I am.
You bring it out of me.
No other has done
this ever. And deserving it so.

I barely know
You and me understand each
other people never understand
that I'm a romantic inside

of you, happiness rushes in
to my mind. Your style so
tempting and wonderful in
so many ways.

All this affection and attention
brought out by three thoughtless words:

Bat Shit Crazy.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Iranian girl

Marry an Iranian girl,
A mother says to her son.
They will be good to you.
She always said.

Go out and find her,
A nice Iranian girl.

Son went through an Iranian drought,
Where he searched but could not find,
An Iranian girl he liked.

Eventually mother says to son,
Marry any girl.
As long as she makes you happy.

Thank you mom,
For accepting me.
No matter what,
Or who I'm with.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Love means

Love means that one of us will watch the other one die.
Saying I love you one time means that we will be together forever,
Separated only by death for only a little while,
As we meet again in the afterlife.

Real love is mortality.
It means that we will have to cry on a grave,
A feeling so strong that it hurts to know that we are apart,
Whether it be days, months, years, or even a fraction of a moment.
Real love is forever.

Home

The home is no longer
Home, Sweet, Home smelling.
It stinks.

Home, Sweet, Home.
I miss having your breathe on me.
Your touch too.
Things I took for granted.

Its truly sad to realize
That happiness was so close
When it's now so far away.

Hopefully only right now,
You will change your mind.
Sooner than later.
Though I can't be sure.

The home is no longer
Home, Sweet, Home smelling.
Unless you are here with me.

Your love lingers with its scent.
Haunting my dreams infinitely.
In our Home, Sweet,
That we cherished each other.

You are my home,
And I am homeless without you.
Please come back soon.

The home is no longer
Home, Sweet, Home smelling.

Meet

Meet the most
Wonderful woman
I've ever known
In my life.

She is perfect
For me in
Every way I see her.

She is most beautiful
To me.

She is sweet
And I am too.
Our lives are together
Where she goes, I go.

I was not looking for love
But she found me.
I fought it for so long
But now she sets me free.

The sweetest love
For us.

Latina

You are beautiful
the wild Latin woman.

You are the fire
You are the flame
To My true desires.
I am your servant.

Oil

I got oil.
Because I want you all oiled up.
I is.
You.

Sexy woman.
My Latin Lover.
I got you in my mind.

I'm ready to go.
If you are.
No?
Maybe I can be more persuasive.

I wait to use oil on you.
Hello
To my dreams.
I go to sleep with or without you.

Planning

After years of toughness
You decided I hurt you
More than loved.

I never said "I love you."
Because I didn't want to fuck
things up with you.

I wanted to make sure,
I was planning on it.
Either one day or one night.

But you left me before I could
Tell you the truth.

You said 5 years for me to learn
to live with you.
I see now where your patience
runs out.

I'm still surprised you
Have been so great to me
I knew you were good
But never hinted at you
Being great.

If there is nothing that you know,
Know this:

You may not know what to do
Or when to do it,
Or have a clue right now,
But every moment of my life
With you has been the happiest times
Of my life
And I will always give you my heart
If it pleases you.

We have issues to work on
And I'm completely ashamed
Of myself for it,
But I'm happy that we care about
Each other
Enough to be sensible about them.

That is why I am trying so hard
To produce fresh thoughts,
And I promise to always
Be by your side,
Never to mock you because
I desire your happiness
More than anyone's
In the world.

Loppy ears

Her hair
Her forehead
Her eyes
Her sculpted bushy eyebrows
Her long, very long eyelashes
Her straight, small nose
Her sweet lips
Her sweet cheeks
Her loppy ears
Her soft neck
Her collarbones
Her shoulders
Her beautiful breasts
Her big, round nipples
Her chubby arms
Her small wrists
Her hands
Her fingers
Her fingernails
Her backside
Her potbelly
Her small, tight ass
Her sweet tasting pussy
Her long legs
Her long thighs
Her bony ankles
Her tiny feet
Her little toes.

From head to toe.

Polette

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Stand for Something

This symbol is for truth,
yet still I'm searching.
The future is unknown,
Yet I still stand for something.

Though the journey does not stop,
I'd give it all up for just a taste.
A loving charm of a sweetened faith,
even if inside it I blissfully waste.

I.
Am a voice
I.
Have nothing to say.

I.
Am a leader.
I.
Throw it all away.

I.
Go against you.
I against the established.
But I live here too.

Stand for something,
Anything.

Freedom?
Choice?
Growth?
Basic rights?

Is there more than this?
I wonder.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Divorced

I asked for a divorce.
I was wrong.
I beg your forgiveness
Because I was wrong.

My Queen, you have such a big heart.
I promise not to make you sad
Ever again.

Our divorce shows
What a jerk I have been
And that our communication
Is not perfect.

Though we are,
The perfect couple.

I hope you read this,
and understand
I know what I did
And I am sorry.

I want to stay married.
To you.
And work on me,
You work on you.

But I love you,
No matter how
perfect you are.
and I'll stick by you,
thru thick and thin.

I'm a man of my word.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Brittany

Who are you
With those spiky earrings?
I want to get to
Know you.

I like your wavy hair
And your sweet stare

I like how you twirl
you Bic pen.

You have such a cute face.

Where do you come from?
Where are you going?
Are you willing to get to know me?
Can I buy you a drink?
Coffee or wine?
This is for a good time.

Mysterious blonde
Woman to my right.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Drunk

I might have had a drink
or three.
But only one
after another
After another.

And let me buy
A round
For the guy next to me.
He deserves it
I'm sure.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Word

With one word
She can make my
Problems go away.
I can fight
The good fight.

But she can ruin my
Life with just a few
Words too.

She is more powerful
Than me.
And I am powerless
Without her.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Young

She smiles.
We lock eyes.
She is absorbed
Into her happiness.
Which makes me too.

The green turtle,
A golden opportunity.
She has mysterious eyes,
And I am curious.

Her innocence is alive,
and well.
But she is not a child.
A woman.
Who pulsates
My primal desires.

Blue

I like blue
It makes me happy
To be so blue.
Blue makes me sleep,
Blue is so very true.
Blue to me,
Blue to you.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Work in progress

Into the warriors eyes
There is much guilt and regret.
Though he has been trained
As only a killer of men

He mourns his former lover.
He does not win his fights
Because of sheer talent and strength.
He wins because he has nothing to lose

He rapes, he hurts, he destroys
Entire villages
With one mighty slash of his sword
Death runs in his, our veins.

And he, nor I
Do not falter among mortal men.
That is our history
My ancestry, Our legacy.

Gods among Kings
Gods among Men
Cower down as you hear the rumble
Of a legion of
Barbarianism that runs thru my blood.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

First Date

I played billiards at 18,
Thinking I was the hotshot and a hustler.
You were a younger girl
With me for everything I had.

My car.
My drugs.
My money.
But I didn't mind at the time.

I spent our first date
Using a credit card.
It was my first time.

I never got a kiss
But I stole your friend's Digger hat.
Sorry.
I was being dumb.

Braces

Woman in distress.
I roll around
She flags me down
Her and her friend in need.

They are out of gasoline
"No problem" I say,
"Hop in my truck
There's a station near."

I drop them off
At their vehicle.
They start it right up
And off we go our separate ways.

Later, I find out my sister
Hates her.
What was her name?
I was seventeen.
She was sixteen.

Girl with braces. And short.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Blue Mondays

The most depressing day is when I must keep hurting myself,

When all I get is hurt.

I can't remember the last time

I laughed or the first time I smiled.

It's the most depressing day of my life and I'm not fine.

I can't go on

Like the rest.

This earth is full of blood.

It has no use for bleeding.

I have no use for myself.

I hate myself today.

I wish I would not live.

I think of all my pain.

I wish it could end.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Untitled

me.

Untitled

you.

I am of the Earth, the Universe

I am of the Earth
The river
I flow into the lakes
I am an ocean.

I am a step of the world
One step forward, sometimes two steps back.
I am a star, and I am the Sun.
The Earth needs a mother and father.
I am not just an ordinary moon.
I am the galaxy.

I am
I am
I am
Sometimes I am not.
But I am what I am,
And I cannot change it.

I am a man. A part of the Earth.
A part of the Universe.

Transgendered

You think you know me, but do you really?
Am I the same when near you and others?
Do you think the desire is fresh without you?
You've been in love with yourself,
And I've been asleep.

This relation is a relief to be relieved.
It was unhealthy.
Why we stayed is because we loved junk food.
We is no longer you and me.

I laughed but inside I cried.
The reality is that.
Our failed attempt at love,
Was ambiguous in the depth of its union.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Tanaz

Tanaz,

You are a cheater now,
But it's because you are a part of him.
A father that cheats his own kids.

You must think I hate you at times,
When all this while I've only loved you.
Anything I've said mean was in vain,
I'm sorry.

You and me,
A love that will always be.
We can never see each other again,
It has to be this way now.

My sister,
I love you.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Crazy

A good mother would,
She would not be angry.
I won't hold it against you,
Its a crazy world.

Leave me alone,
I won't run away to form a cult.
I'll keep quiet,
Everyone will think its my fault.

You lied to me and made me lie,
Made me feel so bad but why?
It was all on you though,
I learned, I learned to be sly.

I don't know why I still feel high,
I don't care how this I vow,
This I promise somehow.

I don't understand why,
and I don't care how.
It never really mattered,
Cause this is what I want now.

My destiny but not exactly,
My lateness, my fate less.
My future is not you,
It was meant for me.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Love

I want to see you
I love to need you
I love to be with you

Its a great day to be with you
No place I'd rather be
Than here with you

I'm happy to be a fish out of water
With you I can breathe the air
I love to love you

Zero

Zero plus one,
Only one.
Still just one,
That zero is me.

Alone and happy,
Single and campy.

Zero is zero.
Subtract, add.
Delete.

College

College is business,
Their product is knowledge.
Not paper,
At the end of four years.

If all that is wanted is the diploma,
A piece of paper can recreate that.

Then yours is just as real,
Only thousands less.
Than the real cost,
Of a real education.

Mate

Mate you are my paper,
And I your faithful pen.
I write and write right,
I don't know when to stop.

I jot I doodle,
I script.
How to do it,
Rhyme that is.

Legal, art,
Bonded or copy.
So many choices,
One truth in the statement.

Cha

I give you a song,
You dance along.

Cha Cha Cha!

I give you rhythm,
You dance along.

Cha Cha Cha!

I give you guitar,
You dance along.

Cha Cha Cha!

I give you an outro,
You dance along.

Cha Cha Cha!

Where?

Lets give a shout,
Lets give a toast.

To one more day,
Alive.

To breathe and to win,
We don't want to die.

We are here.

One more day,
Alive.

We are here.

Sexed

I like to be sexed,
I like to be sexual.

I like to sex.

I'm not a whore,
Its more like a chore.
I hope I'm not a bore,
In bed.

Preps

Are we jocks?
No.

Are we nerds?
No.

What are we?
We are preps.

Live life to the limit,
and we don't like tests.

We are preps.

Crawls

You got me by the balls.
I try to run in the closet,
You get me in the halls.

Run to you instead.
I try to get ahead.

I like to be alone.
Don't bitch,
Don't moan.

You got my balls.
Two Barbie dolls.
Stupid.
We don't walk,
We crawls.

Bird

I'm just a British bird.
Its not absurd.

I'm just a British bird.

I like the fog.
I like to jog.
I eat like a hog.
I sing like a dog.

I'm just a British bird.

In love.

Am I

I've been away for so long.
I don't know what it feels like.

When I do it,
I don't feel wrong.

I'm flying,
This is flight.

I'm masturbating.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Mind

When my mind is gone
It'll be too soon.

It makes me mad,
I'll only live much longer.
I could die in my sleep.

Once I'm dead,
I'll be in the ground asleep.

We were born dying.
Living is trying.
To change it.
But we can't.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Me

If I ever hurt myself,
I'll hide it.
I can't take this pain.
Away.

I'm simple.
I'm me.

I'll take,
I've taken.
I've took a lot.
I'll take a lot more.
More pain to soothe,
My soul.

I'm simple.
I'm me.

Nothing can stop,
What stirs deep down.
Been trying to hide the scars,
That everyone judges me on.

I'm simple.
I'm me.

Let's see what you've got,
I've got a whole lot more.
More than enough,
To hurt my soul.

I am me.

I'm simple.
I'm me.

I'm simple.
I'm me.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Hickey

I give you one.
I give you another.
Make it last forever.

If its with you,
We're going to be all night.
If its with you,
We're going to be all right.

Baby, baby.
You rock my world,
All night long.

Baby, baby.
You rock my world,
All night long.

Cause its you.
You know its true.
I just want to be yours,
Together, forever.

You and me.
Making rain and thunder.

I'm falling apart because..

I'm falling apart because:
I'm a tool
I'm dying of disease
Whats after death?
Evil me.
Porn again.
Gasm.
Reality check
Gimmick
Regardlesss
Broadband
The Associates
Redjay
I'm rotten,
Darling, lets have another baby!
2007 - Darvish

(Poetry ideas)

Racism

Of racism, aware of.
What has my forgiveness ever given me?
Nothing can be forgiven or forgotten.

I don’t feel good.
I don’t feel right.
I don’t feel safe.
I don’t feel.

And I realize...
And I realize...
And I realize...
Of racism, aware of.

I can be proud of where I came from,
Its pride, not hate.

Touching

I don’t want you to know me,
Since I don’t want to know you.
Only to have my way with you.

I get hard,
it makes you wet.
I ache to fuck,
I love the sex.
I crave the smell,
I need that scent.

The touching is:
Sucking,
Fucking,
Licking,
Lovemaking
Pounding.

The touching is:
Wonderful.

Imagine

Imagine this, imagine that,
Food poison is on the attack!

Here to play, here to stay,
Causing array.
Get in our face,
We’ll kick your ass to outer space!

Scraping through your throat,
Hurt with no chance of hope.
In one cavity, out the other,
Of mind of body, one another.

All feelings numb and lost,
Payment is whatever the cost.
Pride is swallowed, no guts no glory,
No fairy tales, so this is the story.

All the lies on TV.
100% guaranteed!
You’re sucked in, you’re a sucker.
Live your lies you motherfucker.

Poisoned to die from within,
Medicine is the healing friend.
Nothing to see, just another fact,
Rat food poison is poison of attack.

Imagine this, imagine that,
Food poison is on the attack!

Here to play, here to stay,
Causing array.
Get in our face,
We’ll kick your ass to outer space!

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Born This Way

You hopes and dreams aren't mine,
A doctor or lawyer is what you will be.
That is to be your life,
Your dream, our dream.

Well mother and father,
I hate to disappoint.
But I found love,
And it feels alright.

This talent is creative,
And its because I'm half you and you.
My words mean so much,
My feelings portrayed mean more.

I'm sorry but money won't,
Will not lessen the pain.
How would I feel without doubt,
How else could I let feelings out?

This is work not a game to play,
You made me I was born this way.
I don't really need you to acknowledge,
I'll never need that sort of knowledge.

Mother and father,
I hate to say it like this,
but some dreams break down,
And wither away.