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Reza Mahani Jan 2011
Wanted to see me suffer?
Or don't you care anymore?
Now be a witness
Have you seen a heart unfold?
It first breaks
and after a few drinks,
it starts disintegrating
and covers miles and miles
You smoke a cigarette
and feel the void
where it used to be your heart
only a void
that nothing in the world
can fill
Sunday, January 30, 2011

"Its weird, you know the end of something great is coming, but you want to hold on, just one more second, just so it can hurt a little more."
Reza Mahani Jan 2011
Here is my lady
naked
with an inviting chest

From the corner of my eye
I watch her
a seductive whisper: hit me

Shaking hands
heavy breathing
aching muscles expanding

All gets quiet
the moment of truth
tension flies, screaming

Arrow pierce her heart
and I thank her
and ask forgiveness
Friday, January 28, 2011

Last night, my Kyudo Sesnei asked me how I see the target. He sees them as cute playful bunnies. I could not answer, I just knew something seductive and  inviting in the target. Today in the morning, I visioned a women with naked chest and friendly face. I was looking at the middle of her *******, non-sexually, and there was something there that confused me. After a while, I realized that is the way I see the target, an inviting lady friends who offered her heart to me, open and selfless, and I am being appreciative. I wrote this poem!
Reza Mahani Jan 2011
You know that
in a day or two
--in several days,
if I am lucky--
everything will change
I won't email you,
won't talk to you,
I won't be able
to even look at you

So easy colors change
living with depression ...
Friday, January 14, 2011
Reza Mahani Jan 2011
Time is elastic
like the ball
we used to play with
when we were kids
and the small, rooftop room
in grandma's house
filled with dusted magazines
and we would spend hours
if not days
reading them
watching their pictures
living their characters lives
and forgetting everything else
because time
is elastic
after all
Friday, January 14, 2011
Reza Mahani Jan 2011
The secret, a sprout deep under ice
Unveils sunshine, cold winter gusts

and last kiss, I feel, sparks in your eyes

Silence of the meadow grows up my feet
Prevails stillness, fading steps, our last waltz
Thursday, January 13, 2011

Inspired by an old Persian poem:

Whom are instructed divine secrets
Their lips are sealed and are sewed, forever
Reza Mahani Jan 2011
Night is descending
Something moves among trees
humming, hissing, and howling
just like an angry beast

Finds my demons
circling around me
eyes impatient
waiting for their feast

A moment of weakness
and they attack me
tear me apart
salty sweat and blood mist
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Reza Mahani Jan 2011
Summer of 2010
I was enticed to leave
She started a new journey
and me ... She left behind

I felt extremely lonely
I begged
all friends, even her
for company

Part of me knows
what is happening
maybe even
where I am going

Part of me asks,
what if
there are no friends
for a journey in dreams?
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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