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I


Careered  


            Along


                    The


                       Narrow


                               Roads


                                        I

              ­                            Never


                                           Considered

                          What


                                          I’m  


                                   Doing


                                              I

                                                   Just


                                                Considered

                                The


                         ­     Inertia


                               Of


                              The


                        ­      FALL




Inspired song

Free Falling
By Tom Petty 1989
BLT Webster’s Word of the day challenge
3-6– 25 Career
To career is to go at top speed, especially in a headlong manner
Bijan Rabiee Apr 24
I close my eyes and dream
Of stars, of highs and butterflies
I feel weightless like a feather
Can play with molecules of air
Waiting for winds to lift me up
And cast me on to heavenly stop
I hope it be artists paradise
Where my abstract show survives
Or maybe a sanctuary for poets
Where my words be marinated in violets
There is a chance I be let loose
And land in learning hell of schools
Where I would toil and tackle to unlearn
The relativistic fashion of brain
I may not be tossed at all
To fulfill the celestial call
Ah, what a treat that would be
Hitching my cab to horse of divinity
My eyes open up by some earthly cause
Awakening rationality bugs
Thoughts begin to restrain
The delights of fantasy lane
Logic appears in discouraging phase
Dwindling vision's craze
Oh no, worldliness visiting me again
Rendering my existence insane
I shall refuse it the best I can
To return to the road of dreamy van
At least for a kilometer of time
Till my senses absorb the magical clime
Till my heart reveals the solution
Till I'm free of emotional pollution.
A bit of Black.
A piece of Scarlet.
There's no turning back.
When I place my rings upon you
nothing is beyond my grasp.
Each rotate to become the main body of it.
In place of angels
the hand of friendship
forms a pattern on the wall.
It's there to remind us
we're all sitting targets.
  Apr 24 Bijan Rabiee
ophelia
you spoke of dreams,
moments not here,
but lingering just beyond reach.
i see you too—in flashes,
a laugh, a name i never fully said.

i close my eyes,
and there you are,
in the tremble of stars,
the flicker of streetlights,
the hum of midnight waves.

you linger like a soft melody,
always near,
but never enough.
a secret i kept in silence,
carried with every breath.
heart of sadness
follows the eyes
of madness
into the scream of night.

who dares to dream
in a starless night?

war and peace then war and love

and all nightmares are real
staring into

a starless night,

and all we have
are the flames
stolen from a screaming night,
and all we have are each other.
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