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We all have pain from time to time
Be free with yourself
Don’t let life rain down

I can see it in your eyes
What your going through
I’ll be here

Don’t let life rain down
Don’t let life rain down
We all have pain from
       Time to time

I can see it on your face
I know , I know
It’s hard

We all have pain from
       Time to time
I can see it on your face

Each  day I pray your out of pain
Trying your best
Living, giving, love around

Don’t let life rain down
No, no
Don’t let life rain down
Don’t let life rain down

I can see your face
Each day I awake
I’ll always be here for you
Don’t let your life rain down
i’d write you poems
& i’d braid your hair
i’d feed you cherries
& i’d kiss you where—
your insecurities lie
the ones i quietly despise.
as i find the most beauty
in you.
my lily.
the apple of my eye.
the poet writes of an untold & unspoken love.
 Sep 19 Bijan Rabiee
Daniel
Ever since I was a kid,
The answer was deeply hid -

Am I unique?
Or am I just a part of something big?
Sunday morning.
A fragrant storm  
in a coffee cup.
In the quiet thread of Rakhi's grace,  
Lies a bond no time can erase.  
A promise wrapped in silk so pure,  
Of love that forever will endure.

Beyond the playful jests and cheers,  
There’s a truth that whispers through the years.  
Life teaches, in its gentle way,  
That bonds of heart can never fray.

A sister’s strength, a brother’s shield,  
In life’s great battle, neither yield.  
For in this bond, we truly find,  
The lessons that reshape the mind.

When storms of life come raging through,  
It’s love that guides, it’s love that’s true.  
And like the Rakhi, strong yet thin,  
It’s the simple things that let us win.

So cherish every thread you weave,  
In bonds of love, choose to believe.  
For Raksha Bandhan’s silent art,  
Is life's lesson: protect the heart.
Written on occasion of Raksha Bandhan or Rakhi .. for those who don't know .. Raksha Bandhan is a traditional Indian festival where sisters tie a decorated thread called a "Rakhi" around their brothers' wrists, symbolizing protection and love. In return, brothers promise to protect and cherish their sisters. It’s a day that blends playful sibling rivalry with deep familial bonds. While it started as a brother-sister tradition, it's evolved to include anyone you care for, celebrating the idea of safeguarding each other. Essentially, it’s a day where love and obligation intersect with a dash of cultural flair.
Have you forgiven them yet?

The moon,
for it gives you out no secrets.

The stars,
for their beauty
which often hurts your eyes.

The sun,
for it never dies, unlike us.

The dead,
for their silent smile.

Have you forgiven them yet?
I ask

myself.
I am Sin
In its purest and rawest form.
& for that, I have no shame
as fire in the bible resembles
purification.
I...
repent.

And so
as this fire
burns between my legs
flickering images of your full, yet delicate figure
cross my mind.

I turn into myself
& wish me anew.
my fingers cupping and twirling
so gracefully...
caressing...
as I scream my confessions

I'm born again.
Breaking free of religious constraint. Indulging in pleasure is natural & when wanted, a beautiful thing.
Smells like
diesel
Tastes like
fire
Exit
burning
Kindled  
liars

First step
taken
Through the
flames
Ghosts left
melting
Tracks
— of pain

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
 Jul 16 Bijan Rabiee
ymmiJ
these little visits
among the sweetest moments
then meows and leaves
My son's cat, Poppie, with her daily visit
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