The enemy of my enemy isn't necessarily my friend
Especially not when he aims a coconut at my head
While screaming that I'm a member of the ranks of the undead

my sister having no flower
to make love with her watercolors...


خواهرم گلی ندارد
...در آمیزشی با آبرنگ هایش

So I tried to share,
Something beautiful
With even my mother
She's a zombie
Like the rest
Memes,
Few words at a time,
At her best
What will happen?
When we're all illiterate?
When poetry is gone
I believe,
That'll be it
No more humanity,
No more beauty
And that's all I have to say of that.......

I once had a thousand desires
But in my one desire
To know you
All else melted away

Take care of your thoughts
When you are alone
Take care of your words
When you are with good people

In my house
There's a picture
On the wall
Full of beauty
Of a twilight