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  May 2 Bijan Rabiee
nivek
'radical' tatooed across my heart
-a place of longing and love

I hear ancient footfall
-the crunch of feet in snow

someone put a spell on my tongue
-words tumble out incessantly
-a garbled monotone

pain is my companion
-a road back home

I wonder if I have enough faith
-to move a mountain

that radical love of Jesus
is the only sanity I know.
Alone I sit as my memory fades,
together we were a couple set adrift;
At first everything seemed so right,
then anger and hurt disrupted our ship.

We floated along the sea in our sailboat,
not a care in the world, nor even one regret;
As the wind blew carelessly all around,
our smiles and kisses were sweet and sound


After our trip we drank a toast to love,
a satisfied feeling from the stars above;
And when we hugged as we left the skiff,
no one could have expected an explosive rift.

In the early morning I realized he had gone,
his sudden outburst exploded as he rambled on;
I didn't know he would change his ways,
when our spirits were high and romance remained.

So long, summer friend, you fooled my heart,
bereft I sat wondering why we were swept apart;
Summer sun and ocean's waves can tantalize,
but the ending could lead to an unhappy surprise.
Is there anything more permanent ?
Is there anything more vain ?
For surely the word we call last
Will outlast all our attempts to change
  May 2 Bijan Rabiee
Kezexxe
Life with 1,
Is no life at all.

But when theres life with 2,
Everything is true.
Bijan Rabiee May 2
The fantasy of my fruity art
Unbosoms the watermelon of my heart
Where juices fall in cascade of oranges
Streaming the cherries of my eyes
Transporting them to lake of plums
Where apples, pears and bananas drift
By the waves of gustoso grapes
And undertow of cantaloupes relates
The astrology of pomegranates
Scintillating the zest of figs
Inspiring the feasting of berries
No fruit shall be bereft of role
For every fruit's taste expands the soul.
I engraved her name on the picnic table
Then I engraved the stone over her grave
I engraved the memory of her face on my heart
I engraved the words on the walls of  my prayers
Then out of desparation I engraved her memory in poem
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