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 Jan 2015 Zay
EJ Aghassi
don't
 Jan 2015 Zay
EJ Aghassi
don't bother, just break down
make it easy on yourself

flow into nothing
become nothing
identify with none
long for no one

it won't do you any good

in no immense amount of time
i've reappeared at the farthest
point from the finish line

the sky is cloudier than before

the wind that was once at my back
now stings my face without pity

the universe is without remorse
there is no room for that in what
is, what truly is and all that isn't

you will love just to lose
you're either doing one or the other
your friends are there to remind
you of what you can't do
of who you're doomed to become
or more realistically, fall
short of even remotely becoming

you learn to see it as a sadistic blessing
but it becomes complicated when
you crave that pain, when you need it

you attach to what
you know you must denounce

& the sting of exposed humanity
when realized it's all for naught

is a wonderful thing

embrace insignificance, for it's where you really stand
embrace solitude, you're doomed to it by sun and moon
embrace loss, it is more natural than the need to breathe

they are all wonderful things

and like all wonderful things

they do not exist

& i long to feel so wonderful
thank you so much, brother
 Jan 2015 Zay
EJ Aghassi
corner
 Jan 2015 Zay
EJ Aghassi
I'm as important as necessary
as important as I let myself be
but necessary isn't necessarily
the right way to go about wanting

cool noon breeze, sweet scent that stings
a cushioned step for hardened feet
whereas the place heart & mind meet
i've long loitered that corner on the streets

senses that sting and a mind that sings
in madness, sadness, delusions and things
adhering to horrid truth in meaning
abstaining from animalistic need

though greed feeds on what it needs
in between the solid blurred lines it reads
that time is a vision pain is a choice
there's grace in sorrow & reason yet to rejoice

i sit now in stillness and wanting and need
love as a shadow to mask my greed
tormented by want, of things far away
still I long for virtue and truth in the day
expunging the negativity

it's a process
 Jan 2015 Zay
EJ Aghassi
if this kinda thing's supposed
to come from within

I haven't the slightest clue
where to begin

with all of swings of life
some connect with the chin

the concrete will become
comfort if you let it

there's no harm in loving
I must remember that thought

after all is said and done
it's nearly all that I've got

love sick, running fever
nose dripping with snot

the feeling of sun rays
I nearly forgot

I long to overcome this
sickness full force

father's of creation will
surely endorse

the reincarnation of
of what was once before

it can be from the ashes
a riveting sight

puts weight on your heart
nearly blinds the eye

that notion of vision, though,
won't satisfy

theres things that lay deeper
than vision in the mind

I want to share with you
a whole happy fool

that waits up past sane
hour thinking of you

I'm neurotic and terrified,
brain all askew

though I need only know
you think of me too

all I need to know
is you feel me too

all I want to know
is you want me with you
eat your heart out James Joyce

just kidding, I'm not worthy
 Jan 2015 Zay
EJ Aghassi
there are many stars out tonight
I'll count each one a step
bringing you that much closer

the chill is unforgiving & bright
the feeling falls short, compared to
the absence of your figure against mine

a good connection takes work
as the foundation that emanates
two wholes sharing wholly

walks rhyme in tone and step
wind chimes jingle ahead
burning fever, scarlet red
one cannot obtain the unobtainable
one must abstain from being vain
and incorrigible
a deep set disdain, an appetite
insatiable
tempted by the scent of roses
and a shadow's pull

oh, life
oh, love
it is a curious thing
I don't long to keep you
but that abyss is just as
much a part of me

I won't lead you down
the alleyways of my mind
we've yet to get there, at
this very point in time

you are a burning vision
in my heart and soul

don't let it get to your head, though

I'm slowly realizing
I've got love worth preserving

don't leave me for dead
progressing slowly forward
Sadness touches the lines on her face.
A face that was once smooth with grace.
Age came visiting and left the trace,
Now she is searching to find her place.

Beauty did once belong to her,
She believed it would last forever.
But time has marked her like the weather,
She is now lost amongst the wild heather.

Once they used to call her the Celtic Queen.
For many her beauty was always seen,
Now faded like an actress on the silent screen.
She is wondering why life seems like a scene.

She sometime wishes that she could die,
Because for her faded beauty she will cry.
If to be beautiful again she would try,
Beauty has left her and she ponders why.

But if she opened her eyes to see,
That in my eyes she is always beauty.
Time come to us as it has to be.
My Celtic Queen always is beautiful to me.
copyright Chris Smith 2010
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