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"alireza" poems
- Passing idea Clusters a spark a mundane brainstorm   And as it passes Through the elastic mind I wish to sit At my typewriter To capture the essence Before it’s gone Before the idea vanishes Before storm ceases Mad, Mad mind - Passing idea space exploded within itself atomic fusion instigated The mundane universe And it expands Through the elastic space I wish to sit At my typewriter To capture the essence Before it’s gone Before a black-hole Swallows my universe to create another one Mad, Mad universe - Passing idea Clusters of minds Until civilizations are fused Into mundane cultures And they expand Through the elastic generations I wish to sit At my typewriter To capture the essence Before it’s gone Before civilization zero Is both dead and alive In the schrodinger-like Transition to civilization one Mad, Mad persons - Passing idea Cluster of lonely universes Until the almighty gravity Loses its kingdom To the thought of multiverses And it expands Through the elastic kinship I wish to sit At my typewriter To capture the essence Before it’s gone Before multiverses wonder And discover: They think, therefore they are. Mad, Mad multiverses - I am sitting at my typewriter To capture an idea whilst thoughts are passing through my cerebral cortex Perhaps Someone inside an earth-like neuron in my brain Is sitting at his typewriter With a writer’s block Trying to make sense of the birth of me: His equivalent of the big bang a single atom Giving birth to the energy That shaped his universe - my cerebrum    I am sitting at my typewriter To capture an idea Whilst the milky-way and Andromeda Are to cross through a string of light-like gravitational paths   Perhaps The conscious of the universe Ponders my existence In a form of a passing idea Mad, Mad Alireza.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
alireza-zibaie
Mad, Mad Alireza
- Passing idea Clusters a spark a mundane brainstorm   And as it passes Through the elastic mind I wish to sit At my typewriter To capture the essence Before it’s gone Before the idea vanishes Before storm ceases Mad, Mad mind - Passing idea space exploded within itself atomic fusion instigated The mundane universe And it expands Through the elastic space I wish to sit At my typewriter To capture the essence Before it’s gone Before a black-hole Swallows my universe to create another one Mad, Mad universe - Passing idea Clusters of minds Until civilizations are fused Into mundane cultures And they expand Through the elastic generations I wish to sit At my typewriter To capture the essence Before it’s gone Before civilization zero Is both dead and alive In the schrodinger-like Transition to civilization one Mad, Mad persons - Passing idea Cluster of lonely universes Until the almighty gravity Loses its kingdom To the thought of multiverses And it expands Through the elastic kinship I wish to sit At my typewriter To capture the essence Before it’s gone Before multiverses wonder And discover: They think, therefore they are. Mad, Mad multiverses - I am sitting at my typewriter To capture an idea whilst thoughts are passing through my cerebral cortex Perhaps Someone inside an earth-like neuron in my brain Is sitting at his typewriter With a writer’s block Trying to make sense of the birth of me: His equivalent of the big bang a single atom Giving birth to the energy That shaped his universe - my cerebrum    I am sitting at my typewriter To capture an idea Whilst the milky-way and Andromeda Are to cross through a string of light-like gravitational paths   Perhaps The conscious of the universe Ponders my existence In a form of a passing idea Mad, Mad Alireza.
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where are my socks? lost in neither sun nor sin which door did I use to get in? keep on telling myself last this day stay one more day home is burnt, home is gone hope is lost, hope is wrong feels like Ive been a stranger all my life, light down - when the night falls? people smile, people cry, but they say, they're doing just fine... I miss home, the only real image I hold monsters are waiting by my bed side waiting for me to push the covers aside hearts like empty rooms flames after smokes this comes and go's what did you pack my bag with mommy? a box of candles for a city under the sea? through it all wherever the road will take me I know now nothing like love could break me. it's time to go but the voice echoes Alireza, where are your socks?
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Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 3:45 PM UTC
alireza-zibaie
My socks
where are my socks? lost in neither sun nor sin which door did I use to get in? keep on telling myself last this day stay one more day home is burnt, home is gone hope is lost, hope is wrong feels like Ive been a stranger all my life, light down - when the night falls? people smile, people cry, but they say, they're doing just fine... I miss home, the only real image I hold monsters are waiting by my bed side waiting for me to push the covers aside hearts like empty rooms flames after smokes this comes and go's what did you pack my bag with mommy? a box of candles for a city under the sea? through it all wherever the road will take me I know now nothing like love could break me. it's time to go but the voice echoes Alireza, where are your socks?
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