Riverside, CA    1992 -   
pseudo-poet, scapegoat, barfly

lost laureate of yet another lost generation
pseudo-poet, scapegoat, barfly

lost laureate of yet another lost generation
EJ Aghassi
EJ Aghassi
2 days ago

you were never
anything more
than "there"

EJ Aghassi
EJ Aghassi
6 days ago

a scent makes me
sick with memory
the sea
surrounds me
aural bliss
amidst what's amiss
pounding keys
i'm down on
weakened knees
tones twist
intertwined
fates mix
yours a mine
I will be fine
in due time
the sound
exemplifies
tonight
will be fine

beings around me
surrounding
astounding
fall short of
feeling like
what I once knew

I see beautiful faces
I feel shared laughter
presently palpable longing
intensely do I long

I wish to converse
cultivate
swap brain waves
levitate
mimicking the water

it crashes upon
the flashes of
smiles, teeth
of pearls,
slow connection
with slow hands
to pick the brain of
the flowers pretty
enough to pick

I want to be soothed
with this ocean view
by the voice of one who
moves with the moonlight

one who wears lunar grace
softly around the wrist

regardless
I'm wrapped around
fingertips

the idea of your silhouette
towering
enveloping
your hair raining
flowing
down
a sensation
skin on skin

sand between
toes between
souls under
starlight
brighter than
flares
warning, waning
throughout the night

yet it can't come to be
because like the very
sand I sit on
my insignificance is
exemplified
and
multiplied

a million grains of
what would be
deemed desirable
men
crash, drip and slip
through your
dainty hands

i'm cast about
from fingertips

I am the very grain of sand
recycled by being
sapped through experience of
unobtainable beauty

waves crash over me
clumped together with the rest
I am of one entity

waves continue
waves will carry me away

waves however misguided
waves will carry me back home

new levels of lonely

new layers of lovely
EJ Aghassi
EJ Aghassi
Aug 15      Aug 15

those nights still matter
who would have thought?
there was blooming flower
amongst the rot

who would have thought
you'd make your way
leading me along
the sweet decay

you were so serene
I don't know, I mean,
the whole scene seemed
ripped from that one good dream

I felt your body
I knew it's contours
I traced your silhouette
colored inwards & outwards

I miss that feeling
it was something else
I was okay with my place
amongst your shelf

from within your shelter
I so sensed your center
awed at flower-wrought archway
I craved to enter

intention never ever resembles
any mention of any pieces assembled
the fine lines I've acknowledged
I'm scanning within the middle

I've since longed to be with you
within you without you

this feels unfinished

I'll actively update
if (when) need be

there is a feeling
fleeting
i mean
there was
something
on my mind

it lumbered in
without
greeting
and sat
wherever
it deemed fine

there was
meaning
i meant
to bring
with me to what
is here & now

but answers
elude me
i'm left with what
that thinking
did allow

it's never
anything
good or
helpful
it's mostly dreadful
and bathed in doubt

yet i wander
wonder & ponder
what all
this feeling
is about

it won't make anymore
sense, it won't it won't
and that's fine that
it won't, it won't, it won't

that's fine that it won't
i'll force myself afloat

you'll see me heel & toe
with the undertow

i'm reaching for touch
i ask for too much

i will find complete peace
in the sun & snow

i can't commit to anything

form included, i suppose
  Reposted by EJ Aghassi  ·  Jul 24

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
When they said REPENT REPENT ...

EJ Aghassi
EJ Aghassi
Jul 20      Jul 20

if only you knew what you
meant, it's true
I've never heard wiser
spelled outwards of you

"when this storm clears,
I'm going to see so many stars"

that's right my dear,
they stretch infinitely far

if only you knew
you spewed metaphor

that your words would mean more
than crashes and steady downpour

when this storm clears, all
I've reaped will be clear
to you as the thing you
need to leave in rear mirror

when this storm clears
you won't be scared of thunder
anymore, lightning will even
widen the eyes in splendor

eyes that were once so
sensitive to light

when this storm clears

all that remains of me
in between air molecules
will dissipate in the ever-
stretching space of
positive possibility

every good thing out there
will guide you like the north
star did, to heathen and
heavenly saint alike,

through famine and flood
wading through rivers of blood
the light above
is constantly in love

that love will shine for you

when this storm clears
there will be no trace of
the dirt and grime that's
since sullied your mind

when this storm clears,
you will be happy

if I could, I would do more

I won't tell you what
you deserve
that is not my place
less even my business

but it's clear what
you desire
I feel those things
occupying your mind

I want to be the
comfort you seek
but you see, time
hasn't been kind

you have no part in
what transpired,
those pretty reasons
I'm bitterly inspired,

now that for once
I'm desired, why when
I've been denied
would I deny her?

I know I knew better
& that's the worst part
 
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