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Arman Jul 2013
I fear the exquisitely Victorian weakness
of emotion, running wild from an open
Faucet
                        
                        
                        
                        
                     She dances like Madison Avenue mannequins
Stiff from irregular swaying bodies,
and black faces with glowing eyes.
The General was an absorbed spectator -
Calling for strength in robbing corpses
Stolen vanities , hidden from the sapphire sky,
ignorant to pain, crash helplessly to the
Ocean floor
                        
                        
                        
                        
                    I held the pistol close to your head,
and you blinked; the spiders on the wall are c r a w l i n g ,
calling for me to shoot into a void
that I know will go unfulfilled.

I seize the day,
Clutch my silent heart in dismay
Follow the weary dawn to the ground,
Stifling, screaming , passionate sounds -
You know, whatever goes up
Does not have to come down.
Arman Jul 2013
Nightingale dances to a union jack's tune
Blonded and bonded to the winter wind's croon
Black leather lost, soul-searching for safe havens
Soothing the streetlight as she serenades,
Healing the moonlight as her honeymoon fades.

In flocks, it is said,
That safety will travel
And numbers protect those that fly,
But the heart, indeed, is a lonely hunter
So land your weary arms in mine.

You can return with the swallows to Capistrano
Or follow the flamingos as they swoon and sail
You can hang onto a hummingbird's heartbeat,
Just wrap me in the wings of this nightingale.

It's the lark, that's true,
That sent me to you -
Nursing the daylight until it flutters then soars,
Nestling the twilight by the hospital doors.

In the dark, it is said
That the truth hangs lower,
And slower move the birds in time
So un-tether from your trembling sadness,
And land your weary arms in mine.

You can sing the songbird's symphony
Or fleece the  feathers off a sparrows tail
You can hang onto a hummingbird's heartbeat,
Just wrap me in the wings of this nightingale.
Actually song lyrics, more than a poem.
Arman Jun 2013
10,000 years ago,
Before bridges were built
and bombs were blown and flown
in the azure sky,
a man could humbly hold his heart in his hands
and his hands to the sky and
and scream for rain to drown him -
or teach him to swim.

How did we get here, you and I?
Through sleeping and waking,
or beating and ******
the land that we plowed and sowed together?
Or am I just thinking aloud and insane
to believe that sorrow and pain
have a reason to be on the the globe,
or in my tiny little heart.
Arman Jun 2013
You are a mystery -
A pitch black room with a pair of floating bright eyes;
A soft breath
on a neck's nape,
A deep sigh
In a dark place,
A muffled heartbeat
In a corner of outer space

You are that silent stirring
Behind a storm cellar door,
With that shivering feeling
That something is down there
That you've felt before -
A whisperer's kiss
From forgotten lips
That are trying to tell me something:

The mystery truly begins
When the lights are turned on.

-Arman Taheri

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