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Oh dance my marionette
Dance on this stage
The whole world is just a
deception
Dance in this chance
Make me happy
Make them happy
I will laugh...
I will laugh
At the wings of angle
Hugging you
Taking you to a safer place
Cos playing with dolls is ''death''
I will laugh
At my walking
On silky feet
As you wished for
One day you'll touch the clouds
It makes no difference
What the color of our sky is
We shouted
Prisoners' singing in you eyes is
not a ''sin''
In your colorful illusion,
They draw the image of the silent
movement of the clouds in the
colorful sky.
She was playing bells
They lose the anthem
Her silent is insulting
Their silent is insulting
We do not create crime
And we take captives
And we do not have freedom
And we take captives
When that time comes ?
The time that a plant grows from
the crack of the hard stripy.
They don't want the smile
And I will laugh
At the good days
At the sunny days
At the shade of the trees that are gone
That will make you laugh
I swear I will laugh


عروسک خیمه شب بازی من
برقص
در این میدان برقص
تمام دنیا فریب است
در این فرصت برقص
شادم کن
شادشان بکن
...من خواهم خندید
من خواهم خندید
به بال های فرشته ای
که تو را در آغوش می گیرد
به جایی امن تر خواهد برد
که بازی عروسک ها
مرگ است
من خواهم خندید
به راه رفتن
روی توک پاهای ابریشمیم
که تو منتظرش بودی
روزی ابرها را لمس خواهی کرد
فرقی نمی کند
اگر آسمان ما
چه رنگ باشد
زندانیان که گناه نمی کنند
اگر در چشمان تو آواز خواندند
تصویر ساکت ابرهای در حال حرکت را
در آسمان های رنگارنگ
در خیال رنگی تو می کشند
بلز می زد
سرودها را گم می کنند
سکوتش فحش است
سکوتشان فحش است
ما جنایت نمی آفرینیم و
اسیر می کنیم
ما آزادی نداریم و
اسیر می کنیم
کی می رسد که اگر از شکاف
راه راه های سخت
گیاهی بروید
تبسم نمی خواهند
و من خواهم خندید
به روزهای خوب
به روزهای آفتابی
به سایه های درختانی که رفته اند
که تو را خواهند خنداند
به خدا خواهم خندید
dear love, you’re a liar
and nothing you’ve told me has been true
you’ve told me silly things,
oh, pretty things, too.

blue, blue, blue
that’s what i see when i think of you
i see blue skies and blue hearts -
i see the night, the early morning, the wishing-washing warning.

“and when we both look at the moon at exactly 11:52,
i’ll finally be next to you,
no longer separated by distance, but both seeing the same sight,
together, together, in the blue, blue night.”

oh love, you’re like art - you’re smart, in such ways i do not know.
but love, you’re a liar
and for you, i refuse to grow tired
anymore.
i talk to my shadow, for he is my friend.
i walk with my shadow; he's there till the end.
i spoke to him the things i reveal to no one else,
the silly little secrets that no one ever tells.

truly, what could i say?
he was the one that never went away.
he was with me on the treetops, under the light of the moon,
through the clashing and smashing, that sad afternoon.
he's the friend i cried to when i had no other -
no sister, no brother, no father, no mother.

"but i loved them wholeheartedly,"
that's what i'd say,
yet my friends did not love me in the very same way.
thank you, dear shadow, for being with me.
you, unlike the others, are not such an absentee.
you were a clock always ticking and
the beat of your heart a metronome
you were a bomb and
i did not know when you might burst.
you were combustible
an incendiary grenade
and i was the gasoline
to your wildfires.

you were at war with the world
your mind a battleground
and i cried when you asked me
whether i wondered if life was worth living
perhaps because
i myself did not know

when i went to bed at three in the morning
i still woke up in the middle of the night
i dreamt my heart had burst open, ripped at its seams
still beating faster than death could seize our time on this earth
i asked you why it was that
life is this way

you were an hourglass
trying make to time stand still.
and while i went to every corner of the world
to buy each and every clock that existed,
still, i did not know how to stop it for you.
i did not know how to save a life
when i could not live my own
correctly.

you were a ticking time bomb,
ready to explode;
and i could not clip the wires
of your mind.
i haven’t said a word in fifty-three years
no, i told not a soul what i felt
i crumbled dreams like paper notes and
when i spoke i felt my own heart melt.

while you so declared your own ravaging fancies,
shouted like a song
a voice of purity, clear as glass
somehow, you were always wrong.

no, i am not bold, externally;
though my thoughts roared so loudly in my head
and when i put my words on paper
i could say what i wanted to be said.
my thoughts were so much louder than my words that
my head was almost deafened by their sound

perhaps i’d rather dwell in my imagined tales
than the sweet syllables i had almost found.
i dreamed, like you, to speak so clearly,
so greatly, and with such confidence;
but i mumbled, and so sillily
slurred vowels into consonants.
i dwelled in mere introversion so much that
when i opened my mouth to speak
i was held in great aversion, complete and utter disconcertion
and i could not tell you why.

indeed, i may be full of anxieties
but truly it did not matter to me, because
alone is not lonely
alone is not lonely
and i am not alone.
the best home to inhabit is one where there are no cares in this world, somewhere between dreams and reality, absurdity and rationality,
insanity, madness, asininity -
  somewhere, floating, engulfed in a pipe dream, the place you land when you’re about to go to sleep and you feel like you are falling.

the best home in the universe is the one where i did not care so much how people looked at me, my head was not sodden with insecurity, my voice not overwhelmed with timidity, and the world did not think of things this way.
perhaps you are the ruler of that kingdom.

truly, if heaven exists (and how i hoped it did)
it would be the place between dawn’s brightest day and dusk’s darkest night; a time when the sun had forgotten to set or the moon was shrouded with clouds and i had drunk too many coffees at three in the morning.

if heaven exists, it is somewhere deep below the depths of the sea where jupiter has lent its rings to protect us from the outer world, the one that exists beyond where we were floating.

where is our promised land? where is nirvana, elysium, paradise? it must be somewhere past these skies and far beyond this atmosphere.
a place not without sorrow but without prejudice, a place where this world did not despise and criticize and live in bigotry;
where we could stop ourselves from ruining ourselves, and where no poverty, war, or injustice exists any longer.
it is where my deepest thoughts reside, where my hopes dwelled and populated, and the lost dreams i had given up will live for as long as i do.

forever i had hoped to live in heaven, but in my heart i knew the only way i could get there was to die and i did not know if that was what i wanted.
i did not know whether that place existed at all.
are you lonely?
a blur through the skylight
black prism
noise
i dream of particles
empty waterways
myself
where has everyone gone?
shoes line the shore
a galloping howl splits the earth
and we rise like mist towards dead suns
are you here?
there is a surface you slip beneath every night
sometimes you catch glimpses of it when you stare into the emptiness beneath your lids
it is where you go to watch yourself die
who are you?*
sisyphus turned inwards
the first body of god
crushed beneath the weight of the ocean
Two tones. Breaking. White light from the bone.
I died a long time ago. Split. Masks moulded from real faces.
Nobody thought to cut breathing holes. Some disfigured in the process, choked and spat out their own mouths.
Wish I’d done the same.
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