Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013
Our sincere naperies are still waiting for you to sit on the grass and accept our sincere grant along with acacia scent . The expectation of your waiters will come to the end and the closed doors will be opened one by one . and the sea sorrow , will changes to happiness .
Yes , your expectation made waiters to wait for you and sacrifices for you the sorrow pearl every Friday.
Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran
Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013
The sky of our city becomes more dark every day and our eyes blurred too. All of us are stay silent against any cruelty and don't say any word. My eyes like to see you and my heart is groaning . the tulips burnt and the flower hovered and our eyes became tearful with a sincere heart.
Now , I am praying for you to get ride of night darkness . Then my eyes see the light again.
So , describe for me the words and make my forehead to touch the ground , Then I can wear a dress which is made of flowers and can stay with you fore ever.
Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran
Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013
Our city is waiting.
Our city is the one which its passion of lyrics expresses the sea poem and its roads are chocked with tears.
The chocks with sorrow as large as the dark night a which familiar feeling made it larger.
Yes, sun city is the city of lovers . The lovers who passed the sky of night and find a new way.
The lovers who all of the clean and sincere hearts need them. And the heart which can smooth the way. Depend upon the wind and think to the journey.
Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran
Anthony DiMichele, 13 december 2013
unappointed
seditious
scurrilous
I hate to fall outside
the box
you make
in your unmindful minds
but in the beginning
was the myth
of reference
there really are many ways
to barbeque a baby
on the white house lawn
it's not the case in this case
fallibility can betray our last resort
mechanism that states nullification
is over 90 percent guaranteed
I am no slouch
I worked out all my contradictions in
kindergarten scripts
I was an enlightened gorilla
in a playground totality of plastic
I was an anarchist by five
I knew what I wasn't and it was everywhere
it made me sly with cunning
prefering the ways of twists and turns
to the logical line's ontology
I met every beautiful monster inside me
outside
and the life inside that showed me dreaming
was flying responsibly
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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013
If you like the sea soil , you should wear a dress of mud and pray for raining.
Doubtlessly the clouds agree with you and pour their tears. And this is the same time when your night dreams become consonant with flying of the sound and whisper the pictured words on horizon line for you.
And there is the last time when the scent of your melody presents its complain of you to the messenger of the sound and the dawn , will touch the strange friend and will shoot the love bullet to the desert . The bullet may hit you since loves you.
Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran
Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013
This is very hard to believe that a cottage may think. But our straw cottage is thinking about a glorious
Tomorrow .
The day when grief flames its green larynx and breaks the night glasses with a high intend and wide spirit.
Yes, a familiar feeling tells me to whisper the sea songs for you , but the song odor prevents me from doing this.
I don’t know what has happened ? but I am not mistaken, all these things are because of love complain from the sea grief which the melody of the kindness of the sea disgraced it to make it hear its love complain.
Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran
Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013
When I fell in love with you , I knew that we can make sea by drops and now I am very happy because I am going to marry you to be with you.
My heart feels a kind of pleasure and delightness which tells me about the past, from the season that my heart ravished and left me a memory along with the passions of the best pretext.
O, they men, really good days! The night in which the star became enamored with the meteor. And its brilliancies be scattered like the anemone petals.
The night in which there was nobody except me and you ,that was the moment
When your eyes looked at me and called me.
I can't believe that you didn’t hear my cry because of my loneliness. But be sure I try my beat to be with you every where, like your shadow. I promise you.
Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran
Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013
Taking the road of the love, for a traveler like me, is very difficult because I didn't feel the familiar affection and didn’t touch the star yet. I should find a new road to plant the love seed in it.
The glass of the night feels alone with the planting of that seed. So becomes agreeable with me in this matter which the footraces are the sign of the voices and now entered in this story . so she believed in me with this story and removes the grief from my eyes and sings a love lyric for me to prepare me for another glorious tomorrow.
Yes ,the time is coming and the zephyr is blowing. And this a the same zephyr reveille which flames the horizon and eliminate the grief salt-marsh.
Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran
Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013
This is the deep in the night, the stars are cooled dawn and it is raining. There is a loving atmosphere and the love grail has left in to the last savior's hand. The night is splitting . suddenly every body quench their thirst from the limpid water of the spring of the dawn and the sun is appearing in the love grove and causes the dark to disappear.
Our hearts are saying the words again in the spring season and demand the light from the eyes of the moonshine. Can I see the strange friend again?
What would have happened if we all pray for her in the night?
Yes, her kindness symphony is still familiar with me and my heart is still singing the sea song for her.
I am waiting for her amorous look to be captured by her kind heart to watch the sunset in a starless and rainy day.
Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran
Gert Strydom, 13 december 2013
While your feelings for me are true
and God night after nights pours out the rain
the flowers and grass jump
in the hours of darkness
and our lives are intertwined
when we do become like one person
and our garden becomes a small paradise
when new flowers even weeds
rise higher and higher day by day.
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