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Alireza Zibaie Nov 2016
Swear to the sky
I am grounded
to the horizon of your smile

swear to the beat
i am shaken
by the sound of your silence

swear to the wind
swear to thunder
I am wandering
with your constant whims

take my word
you are the cloud
Dripping the soul of my sky

take my words
I wash my soul
at the river of your unspoken thoughts

swear to love
YOU are bliss
YOU are the constance of a hidden variable in life's equation
Discover the self


take my word
A trance state of mind conveying dreams of you
Is where I have called home all along.  

Take me with you
All I need is you
Caressing the wrinkles of my soul
Alireza Zibaie Nov 2016
Just like every school essay I've ever written
I am having hard time with the conclusion.
How do I end this chapter.
How do I conclude losing you?
I've been practicing this speech
In my empty room, in front of the mirror
But I don't hear applaud
All the sounds resemble the rhythm of you walking away
How do I conclude losing you
How do I tell every night dream
That you are no longer there
That you're gone for good
I've never been a good writer
Or a decent public speaker
And I certainly can not conclude.
This ship in the bottle
May be better off left misunderstood
Alireza Zibaie Jul 2014
Don’t take me home
nostalgia lingers in my soul
like the taste of that forbidden fruit
like the taste of water and air when drowning

don’t take me home
a survivalist without nostalgia
is a fish out of water

quietly listen to the quest of my heart
as each drift is justified
and each love story
is a battlefield
a ****** fight  

I fear
I, the survivalist, fear
becoming nostalgic for love.
Alireza Zibaie Jun 2014
She did her happy dance
As she walked down the stairs
And that hug was the evidence for unconditional love
Like that fight between pomegranate seed and the teeth
Love burst at the right pressure
She did her happy dance
And visioned eternity
But I don't believe in unconditional love

So right before dawn I prepared to leave
As I do every time I sense love on the horizon, rising with the sunrise

Take me with you, she said - let's run

I've been choked before - I thought

And told her I'll be going for a spin
Spider webs were colonizing my bicycle
I find freedom as the air shapes my face into a smile
I am far now, in that shed were I hid myself
And I'm not intending to return
I will be watching the sunset alone
Her eyes were intending to nail the sun
On the wall of our destiny
I speak highly of the sunset
But she insisted to capture the light
She believed in unconditional love
I believe in unconditional positive regard
Alireza Zibaie Apr 2014
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Passing idea
Clusters a spark
a mundane brainstorm  
And as it passes
Through the elastic mind

I wish to sit
At my typewriter

To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before the idea vanishes
Before storm ceases

Mad,
Mad mind

-
Passing idea
space exploded within itself
atomic fusion instigated
The mundane universe
And it expands
Through the elastic space

I wish to sit
At my typewriter

To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before a black-hole
Swallows my universe
to create another one

Mad,
Mad universe

-
Passing idea
Clusters of minds
Until civilizations are fused
Into mundane cultures
And they expand
Through the elastic generations

I wish to sit
At my typewriter

To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before civilization zero
Is both dead and alive
In the schrodinger-like
Transition to civilization one

Mad,
Mad persons

-
Passing idea
Cluster of lonely universes
Until the almighty gravity
Loses its kingdom
To the thought of multiverses
And it expands
Through the elastic kinship

I wish to sit
At my typewriter

To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before multiverses wonder
And discover:
They think, therefore they are.

Mad,
Mad multiverses

-
I am sitting at my typewriter
To capture an idea
whilst thoughts are passing through my cerebral cortex
Perhaps
Someone inside an earth-like neuron in my brain
Is sitting at his typewriter
With a writer’s block
Trying to make sense of the birth of me:
His equivalent of the big bang
a single atom
Giving birth to the energy
That shaped his universe - my cerebrum   

I am sitting at my typewriter
To capture an idea
Whilst the milky-way and Andromeda
Are to cross through a string of light-like gravitational paths  
Perhaps
The conscious of the universe
Ponders my existence
In a form of a passing idea

Mad,
Mad Alireza.
Alireza Zibaie Mar 2013
It wont be till tomorrow
Before I make up my mind
It wont be till I see the reflection of the sun
in your sweet smile
Before I choose to stay
Or walk a thousand mile

There’s comfort in this pain
There’s guilt in this prayer
Yet still I am here
singing my dearest dreams
In your ears
I am shattering my own heart
As I see my reflection
in your tears

It wont be till tomorrow
Before I make up my mind

It’s raining outside
broken hearts are no strangers
To these rainy nights
Alireza Zibaie Dec 2012
Not that I have nothing to say
my words are meaningless in your presence

I have nothing to give
my worth is ashes around the fire,
the heat-waves around the sun
as you are the sun

I am an entity filled with desire
thousand and one desires in one
My belongings are grains of sand, washed away
at the touch of your oceanly waves
The heat of my soul, the energy in my eyes
all drained - courtesy of your coquetry

Drunken, weak, drained, and indigent
wondering if I stand a chance

silly me.
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