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67 · Apr 20
Ah Yes
Bijan Rabiee Apr 20
Ah yes, the guiding glow of id
The steering glacier of ego
The eternal light of quest
The ephemeral radiance of conquest
The song of nightingale that bears
The emotional tones of wanderers
Ah yes, the revolution of madness
The waterless shore of enchantress
The muteness of fearful assenter
The repeating yells of dissenter
The mystery that keeps me awake
Toppling my rational mind's take
Ah yes, the revealed shapes in a dress
The humps and bumps that impress
The costly curves that make men wonder
What awaits them should they blunder
The scarlet feathers of women
The cerulean plumage of men
Ah yes, the auspicious blade of master
The hopeless craft of impostor
The synonyms that make life boring
The antonyms that make it alluring
The clandestine ring of vice
Constructing the castle of mice
The seductive sway of felines
Obstructing the advance of lines
Ah yes, it is the silence that leads
Leaving noise in the backseat of deeds
Never go beyond your natural degree
For the road is not as clear as you see.
64 · Feb 24
Repetition's Rest
Bijan Rabiee Feb 24
And the minutes go by
So the hours, days and years
The position that once stood so firm
Has expanded into exploration
The daily chores and mores
With bitter or sweet stories
Bind me still to this day
The habit of waking up time after time
Either at daylight or approach of night
And facing the identity of times
The pressure of working slow or hard
Within an established web of might
Which clings like leaves
To the branches of Time
The relations that hooded my selfhood
The directions that booted me
Into realm of rotations
Keeping me circling the same dimension
The brushing of teeth, the shaving
The haircutting, the nail clipping
The eating, drinking, garbage dumping
And many other typical decisions
Hinting at the peace of indecision
And by now you might have guessed
My oasis is repetition's rest.
61 · Apr 3
Beauty
Bijan Rabiee Apr 3
Flying over the ethereal sea
Angels covet her remedial breeze
She lies within shaping the without
With toolbox of creation at her side, she
Tranquilizes, harmonizes, mesmerizes
Machination, witchcraft, control
Have no chance against her simple dance
With universal ears and eyes of Nature
She spots the afflicted hearts
Where celestial surgeon begins operation
Animals see her invisible presence
Birds champion her indivisible sense
Be not coy to sample her nectar
For she is off to her paradise
When pains been lifted
And troubles been evicted.
60 · Jan 16
To Pray
Bijan Rabiee Jan 16
To whom or what should I pray
The weight of not praying
Is weighing down on me
My parents prayed regularly
God bless their souls
Throughout my entire life
I prayed only a couple of times
Both times to some shining stars
That aligned my heart toward prayer
Through the magic of their twinkle
I once heard someone say
Prayer is best when unanswered
There must be a force behind prayer
Because it exists in every culture
How did it get there remains a mystery
Although some people go wild in prayers
I believe an isolated prayer
Here and there is a healthy thing
Especially, when it is inspired
By someone or something
As in my case by the stars
Needless to say that mine were answered
So why don't I pray more
Well, maybe because I'm not inspired
Or even if I am, I feel shy even guilty
To ask for things when others
Having a hard time fulfilling basic needs
Such as hunger and a roof over head.
58 · May 10
It Flew Away
Bijan Rabiee May 10
Once it is gone, it shall never return
So sad such is the tale
Such is the bargain of the spell
Some emotions reach the sky
And vibrate every bone of being
Where goosebumps and chills appear
Where moments feel unearthly
Forging waves of starry bliss
And images of rain glisten the eyes
Too bad the void lingers on
Deafening the whim
Come back you the emotional
Locket of Love's nest
You prophetic bloom of interest
You will never be forgiven
For unearthing the treasure
To be plundered by
The sub rosa thieves of Time
Never be in the Xanadu of grace
For vacating the space of olivaceous spirit
Then go and don't come back
For this is the trend of mortal pact
But my heart shall remain steadfast
Until the Sun turns black
And then, maybe then
The radiance of a new star
Would align your path to my clime.
57 · Apr 24
A Break From The Fake
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.
54 · Apr 7
Devil's Vaudeville
Bijan Rabiee Apr 7
I watch the waves
Wondering which one carries me away
To the land of legendary race
The place of solitary braves
Of spellbinding beauty
Of paradisiac height
Waves that carry me away
To the span of nightingale's lay
To the afterlife of stars
We are but rabbits running unaware
In the forests and meadows of years
Confused by the scheme of stay
Enduring the magnets of Fate
The stairway of needs
They fight over petty things
She refuses to be quenched
He draws back inch by inch
The evening stretches its arms
Tolling the bells of light
Scooting over for twilight
Darkness hides the mighty Sun
Trailing the mysteries of moonlight
Did our fathers know about the divorce
The separation of Love and Force
Their involution in Devil's course
Original Sin is the doctrine of religion
Controlling pulse of partridge and pigeon
I swim upstream, move against the wind
Taking refuge in impossible dreams
Hoping to unearth the magic of wings.
50 · Feb 26
Cosmic Reverie
Bijan Rabiee Feb 26
Daystar you are too faraway
From my space
Stir up your stellar core
And with a magnetic shift
Bypass the laws of Universe
And come closer to my heat
To give me a lift of spirit
You are not deaf, nor dumb, nor mute
Contrary to unpoetic attitude
Pay heed to a creature of your dust
To my unwavering trust
In your revolutionary engine
I empathize with your concerns
Of descending the cosmic ladder
When your rays may stunt matter
Or leaving your galaxy in a tide
Where other stars may go wild
Or flat out incinerate our joints
Which form euphoric feelings
Appreciating your altitude
But if you do a magic trick
Displacing the Space with a kick
Easing the Time with a wink
You be in my vicinity
And I can breathe your air of divinity
Then together we shall impress
The fixed flocks of Universe
With your range of wondrous powers
And my share of creative hours
We will transform your System
Into a celestial Dance Hall
Where Mercury and Venus
Be breakdancing
Earth and Moon be waltzing
Jupiter and Mars shall tango
Saturn and Uranus would mambo
Pluto and Neptune be tap dancing
My beloved Sun do you think
I'm overly imaginative
Or just plumb crazy
Let me know
By sending a ray of fancy kiss
Or a ray of fiery blessing.
49 · Feb 3
Lost
Bijan Rabiee Feb 3
I am forever lost
Lost in nuances of Nature
Lost in mysteries of Life
What does it mean to be conscious
When molecules mold
Fabrics of reality in the Universe
Manufacturing cloaked consciousness
The order of things, is a magic show
And the magician, network of duality
How do I find my portrait
In galactic images of matter
How do I decipher my existence
In obscured manners of anti-matter
I am lost forever
In the absence of answers
Climbing a ******* mountain
My emotions inhale rapid fire
And extinguished wrath they exhale
When will I hurl my perception
To a wrecking ball called disinformation
In a world fraught with temptation.
Bijan Rabiee Apr 1
Rampant lies are skin-deep
Steering the unwitting herd
Bridled truths pierce the bone
Sparking marrow's bird
Shadows fade in the sea of look
Surfing the backdoor brook
Light cries in the dead of night
Lamenting the absence of height
The dual bond conceals parity
Fanning the flames of insanity
The lonely man cries for love
Seaching for meadows of dove
The lone woman dreams of a king
Waiting for the diamond ring
The Earth rolls with double intent
Keeping us in circular fusion
The Moon rotates with triple end
Sympathizing with our confusion
A star fastens my gaze
Stimulating my fancy
In astronomical ways
The heavenly fire plays
With my sense of relevancy
The magical dance craves
For a companion who deserves
The steps of divination
To waltz in halls of revelation
The scientist is lost
In the storm of data's decay
Riggling through the rust
Contemplating the costly delay
The teacher, eager to transfer knowledge
Proposes the learned page
Unaware of the winding thread
Leading to questions unheard
The father promises to play
The mother carries the weight of day
The children weary of their chores
Daydream of magical doors
Am I the deputy of Satan
Or the sheriff of God
They both seem to raise my curtain
They're both anticipating my nod
What should I do without their wraith
Polarizing my life's story
I shall put my unwavering faith
In elements of Nature's fury
What I have said in black and white
May not appeal to color of your thought
And that is fine for such is my song
My right to sing the way I belong.
The World waits and waits
Enduring like honey's fate
Whence cometh the bread and wine
Steering the promise divine
Love with its naked body
Bewilders the devil of mental study
Tomorrows survive come what may
Yesterdays thrive in history's play
Patience may feel atomic and hollow
Testing the tightness of bow
Haste may seem trapping the Sun
Neglecting the brink of Rubicon
I always thought I could escape the night
Whether through fantasy or fresh fight
Little did I know that my peacock pride
Was but a ripple in the river of ride
Some States reach a modus vivendi
Even though roles may not be friendly
Other States ride out in crime's corner
Simulating the secret order of disorder
What was design of Life and then Death
First Yes, then this No to timeless breath
Mankind has stood the whips of Time
Swimming in inherited sin of Adam
God devised the celestial congregation
Enforcing the laws of derivation
Satan dissatisfied with being a minion
Rebelled against the restraining Union
And how about us searching for power
That frees our hearts with pearly shower.

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