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CircleAlas to writing... that is the question and answer both. Thus, for expression it is complete and incomplete both.
18 Dec 2011
Despise of LanguageI despise language... If your ears are not by my side.
18 Dec 2011
Boundless Speech“Burn the books and seal the mouths”.
18 Dec 2011
Your AnswerI loved thrice and learned nothing; Alas to loving... that is the question and answer both.
My GiftThousands of evil conspiracies, loftier than a curse... ...to the Law!
31 Jan 2012
ThreeTo a dual mind, 3 is a lot as large as all. You need no more... not at all.
4 Nov 2011
On Despise of Languagenor your beliefs.
Come close. Shut the words and let our lips do the kisses...
4 Nov 2011
MurdererI am a murderer... Murderer of world’s knowledges. My ecstasy is in silence; the silence of no mortality.
Finger teethDon’t make a mistake... This way has an end. Even maybe many ones. And we... we possess the keys to those ends all... and free to choose among them all.
But I have thrown all of my keys away...
11 Feb 2012
Going AstrayMy fears are cast away again Starting tomorrow I’ll become rude, disobedient and chaotic again
Oh... Come on O wise and wayfarers of truth! Come on! Prepared, with your conspiracies all, come on!
And I will not go astray... again! 11 Feb 2012
Deep BackAlways there are loneliness sometimes. And a coldness intensified somewhere.
But not always on the latitude I reside. On my feet squinting with a hand sheltering my eyes against the sun:
“Hello, O other hemisphere!”
“Here is no cold. Not in my hemisphere!”
9 Oct 2011
AwakeningA night the sun came into my dream and gave me a little of his ray.
Since then I sleep not... not anymore. I shine.
Pupil’s InkIn the head, behind the eyes, there is a void; that the idea of writing resides. What is the difference between seeing and writing anyway? Both portraying a single form: The image of “I”.
Stop and Run!All works are futile. All treads are futile.
Please a while in the lightness of thy nostrils. Hither is the target.
The Song of the DaysWhat a strong 3 dimensional structure! Is this my creation? What a strong labyrinth this mind of mine is. A little elastic. With such plastic-like pink legs...
Let me think what I can do about it. Goal? The goal is always pleasure. Always. Hmm... *** There were silence, silence and silence. Until I shouted: “Cease existence!”
6 Feb 2012
Ear of HeartUnconsciousness is essentially devouring. Do not listen to it by ear of words. Maybe by ear of heart...
LightsBecome! [Lights turn on.] Become! [Again lights turn on.]
Boring a noon this is. But I’m glad I washed my hands in the morning, after I created the day.
12 Feb 2012
No Poetry HereThe will is where you choose the line between reality and dream. Sure there was no poetry here at all. Poetry and choice? Birth-aliens they are!
Gigantic SecretImagine. Beyond reality. Thousand times more impossible than reality... So that the little portion being realized naturally by chance, would be bigger than your wish. 12 Feb 2012
Zero dimensionalIf I were a circle or a sphere, I would prove in blink of an eye that I am not your creation. Cause you cannot imagine “I”. 12 Feb 2012
Judgment DayFive fingers open at the end of my stretched arms, and in both sides of my body, are looking at you.
Their beams of light, aren’t just irritating your eyes?
Consciousness AccomplishmentsCreativity contradicts wisdom. He who creates, does not know... He who creates does not calculate. Knowledge and account are consciousness accomplishments.
11 Feb 2012
ApplausesBestows Leaves Effuses his Self in his multitude creations, The Creator.
Selfless he is. 11 Feb 2012
Poet’s CanvasAs my imagination flies, in air it puts little poetries in its pockets...
Thus it wrote.
Then is tired... So I write no more.
Your bodyThe form of human’s body, I found exactly how I wanted At orgasm, tomorrow I did desire a form another... that I will find tonight.
No matter at allDo not repeat my friends, Haven’t you danced so far? In a walk do not repeat your steps repeatedly my friends. Put one foot this way once... Another, the other foot that way... And once with a half-turn. Maybe even two steps to back Then rest of the way... So that your way changes. So what?
TerraSoul, imagination or by any other name being called, has corners. Some lighter, some darker. And some with distortions. It does not matter what they are. But all are fantasy types. But know them; and in their hallways n’ lagoons n’ rivers n’ morasses n’ vasts alight n’ morbid n’ alien n’ familiar... plunge! Then come out. Take a sun shower and rest a while. Maybe you even wrote. Maybe you even flied behind the southern mountain in the afternoon. Nay, let’s go together. Don’t panic. We will return. Do not sit in one spotFind someone. And drink him. Read... Sit awhile by his side... Count his laughs Then leave... Anew. This is the exercise of every day. Do not sit in one spot.
Capacity of mindCapacity of mind is a thing happening by itself. fertilizes, coagulates and it blasts by itself.
You only have to bear it. Just this. Keep calm.
Our PupilsI change my imagination repeatedly. How elated is strolls in the garden of fantasy... and lightness...
THIS is the reason I have rainbow at the end of my eyes. I mean my pupils.
The Mouth’s SecretThis sound, is the sound of your sexuality. This song, is the sound of your sexuality. Sexuality has thousands of sounds, residing in your larynx. One, Three, Seventeen. And you just know two of them.
In millions of colors, the creation of sound is rendered, just as Genesis So let me be thousand, three thousand and seventeen thousand. Sexuality has thousand forms, all residing in your mouth. 17 Feb 2012
The Book of Creator © 2012 Salim Ghazi Saeedi www.salimworld.com
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Saeedi 2010-2011
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