The prophet says: the endings of the stories are the main parts.
The endings of stories are the conclusions of people’s lives.
Be careful about the endings.
Be careful, be careful, be careful, so don’t live your lives, be careful.
Pray to god everyday, beg him to forgive your sins and be careful.
Step out of the flattering river, or you’ll get wet and you’ll catch cold.
Don’t sip the glass of sweet tasty desire, or you will ruin your ending part.
Don’t say to him,” who is not qualified by law”, whom you are deeply in love with, or you will miss your charming conclusion part.
Don’t take a walk beside that apple tree and don’t ever take a bite of that burgundy forbidden apple, or you’ll regret it at the end.
Stop smiling to the shining, bright morning, or you’ll cry at the last part.
Stop living your life, before you see your glorious life’s closing moments.
I turn my back, step outside the profit’s palace, slam the door behind me, I condemn the whole sayings. And now I am detached.
I take a deep inhale, step forward through my desires, follow my heart in every second of my breath, make a new path through my entire life.
I throw away the finale part.
I live forever in time by my soul with no ending part in my life.
saloume
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Saturday, June 17, 2006
THE DIFFERENCE
1: Everywhere is dark, she is still there, in that corner watching beyond that tree.
She is all wet, it is raining, I’m sure, she is feeling numb but she is not moving a bit.
2: What else is going on out there, tell me, tell me about all the details.
1: A guy is coming towards her, he stops, but no, he begins walking again. He is passing by her; I bet you he thought she is one of those lunatics on the streets.
2: Yap, nobody knows what she is doing out there, but us.
1: Yes, we both know, because I saw what happened, I was standing here, in this corner, like always, and describing every little thing which was happening, to you. You know you have been my ears for years and I have been your eye for so long. We complete each other. I like this.
2: Yes, we complete each other.
1: I still want to know, who was that dead body, she was carrying that midnight all alone by herself. I remember she was crying all long, till she left here.
2: Yes, you told me. She started digging the ground and after,she was kissing the body for hours till she buried it.
And after that, I hear her footstep going towards that corner every night. It’s been years.
1: Yes, and I am watching her coming every night: standing over that corner for hours, it has been years.
You know what, maybe it is the time for both of us to take a step outside, maybe we will find out who this woman is and whom she buried years ago.
2: No, that is not a good idea, she wont tell us the truth.what if she calls the cops on us.
1: But, I still think it is worthed to try.
2:No, think about it, lets say she tells us her story, then what?
1: I guess we can come back up here, satisfied to get an answer and go back to our routine lives.
2: I bet you, after we step outside, nothing will be remain the same. we will be going back and forth all the time, to check out so many other weird things. This world is full of questions, which are lacking for reasonable answers.
1: Ok, then you stay here, and I will go to find out.
2: No it is not possible, you can ask your question, but you won’t be able to get the answer, because you can’t hear it, you are deaf. Did you forget about this part in your plan? You remember we complete each other, we both make ONE.
1: So that’s it.you keep listening to her footsteps, and I keep watching her coming back and forth , but you know what I just figured why I have been made as a window and you as a door.
2: Really?then, why do you think I have been made as a door?
1: Because we both have two necessities of the three, which every exisisting human should have in him: ATTENTION, and CURIOSITY, but you and me are lacking the third one: which is called AIM. therefore I am a window and you are a door. we are worthed no more than that.
saloume
She is all wet, it is raining, I’m sure, she is feeling numb but she is not moving a bit.
2: What else is going on out there, tell me, tell me about all the details.
1: A guy is coming towards her, he stops, but no, he begins walking again. He is passing by her; I bet you he thought she is one of those lunatics on the streets.
2: Yap, nobody knows what she is doing out there, but us.
1: Yes, we both know, because I saw what happened, I was standing here, in this corner, like always, and describing every little thing which was happening, to you. You know you have been my ears for years and I have been your eye for so long. We complete each other. I like this.
2: Yes, we complete each other.
1: I still want to know, who was that dead body, she was carrying that midnight all alone by herself. I remember she was crying all long, till she left here.
2: Yes, you told me. She started digging the ground and after,she was kissing the body for hours till she buried it.
And after that, I hear her footstep going towards that corner every night. It’s been years.
1: Yes, and I am watching her coming every night: standing over that corner for hours, it has been years.
You know what, maybe it is the time for both of us to take a step outside, maybe we will find out who this woman is and whom she buried years ago.
2: No, that is not a good idea, she wont tell us the truth.what if she calls the cops on us.
1: But, I still think it is worthed to try.
2:No, think about it, lets say she tells us her story, then what?
1: I guess we can come back up here, satisfied to get an answer and go back to our routine lives.
2: I bet you, after we step outside, nothing will be remain the same. we will be going back and forth all the time, to check out so many other weird things. This world is full of questions, which are lacking for reasonable answers.
1: Ok, then you stay here, and I will go to find out.
2: No it is not possible, you can ask your question, but you won’t be able to get the answer, because you can’t hear it, you are deaf. Did you forget about this part in your plan? You remember we complete each other, we both make ONE.
1: So that’s it.you keep listening to her footsteps, and I keep watching her coming back and forth , but you know what I just figured why I have been made as a window and you as a door.
2: Really?then, why do you think I have been made as a door?
1: Because we both have two necessities of the three, which every exisisting human should have in him: ATTENTION, and CURIOSITY, but you and me are lacking the third one: which is called AIM. therefore I am a window and you are a door. we are worthed no more than that.
saloume
Saturday, June 03, 2006
i never forget about tonight
after so long, i am here today with you, and you with me, face to face, looking at the past, which was deeply sad, tense, and so far far way. you telling me, i have changed alot and i am telling you, but you have not,just your eyes are smiling and your forhead showing your beautiful fortune coming along.
you're telling me life was so hard,i am telling you , yes it was, but we both made it. i am so proud.
you are asking me , now you know what you are looking for?
i am telling you, with a thoughtful smile, yes i am certain i am looking for nothing but love.
you are telling me, i had missed you so much , i am telling you i feel the same.it is so nice seeing you after all.
tonight we are drinking, laughing to our time which had passed by and cherish our moment at the time.
we are looking at eachother with peaceful love.
i will never forget about tonight.it will be always in my mind.
saloume nakhsaz
you're telling me life was so hard,i am telling you , yes it was, but we both made it. i am so proud.
you are asking me , now you know what you are looking for?
i am telling you, with a thoughtful smile, yes i am certain i am looking for nothing but love.
you are telling me, i had missed you so much , i am telling you i feel the same.it is so nice seeing you after all.
tonight we are drinking, laughing to our time which had passed by and cherish our moment at the time.
we are looking at eachother with peaceful love.
i will never forget about tonight.it will be always in my mind.
saloume nakhsaz
Friday, June 02, 2006
she was faithful to her GOD
Shall I condemn this pitiful life, if it is just it?
She came here, opened her eyes and saw nothing just misery and bad luck, she was unfortunate for her whole being and she died in pain.
She got stabbed on her back, she got beaten back and forth, she got betrayed all the time, but she never lost her faith for her GOD. She always prayed for the better life after death.
I don’t believe this new life after death, and I won’t pray for that. I don’t believe in magic either, how can I wish her, the beauty of the life, if I don’t believe in these nonsense?
I wish my belief was not so stiff and I could have prayed for her happiness after her pitiful death.
I am looking for the reason of her life? There is no reason just a selfish thought of giving someone birth, or a desire to get satisfied with no ponder, in order not to get distracted.
I am trying to get high and high and high, so I can believe in magic and miracle for a short time, so I could be able to see her up there, smiling and content.
In these moments of swimming in the mass illusion:
I am looking at a beautiful paradise up there in the sky just for her.
I am seeing her body and her spirit flying to this place with joy.
I am seeing her turning to a red tulip and coming back to the earth. She is happy and content, she knows she will vanish after a season, but she wants to be a tulip anyway.
She is telling me that it doesn’t matter how long she is able to laugh, the laughter itself matters, even, if it is just for an instant.
She is looking at the bright side of the life for the whole night
Now she is telling me: this is enough. I am satisfied, feeling her deep smile. So
I wake up and I am not high, she gets back underground.
Saloume nakhsaz
She came here, opened her eyes and saw nothing just misery and bad luck, she was unfortunate for her whole being and she died in pain.
She got stabbed on her back, she got beaten back and forth, she got betrayed all the time, but she never lost her faith for her GOD. She always prayed for the better life after death.
I don’t believe this new life after death, and I won’t pray for that. I don’t believe in magic either, how can I wish her, the beauty of the life, if I don’t believe in these nonsense?
I wish my belief was not so stiff and I could have prayed for her happiness after her pitiful death.
I am looking for the reason of her life? There is no reason just a selfish thought of giving someone birth, or a desire to get satisfied with no ponder, in order not to get distracted.
I am trying to get high and high and high, so I can believe in magic and miracle for a short time, so I could be able to see her up there, smiling and content.
In these moments of swimming in the mass illusion:
I am looking at a beautiful paradise up there in the sky just for her.
I am seeing her body and her spirit flying to this place with joy.
I am seeing her turning to a red tulip and coming back to the earth. She is happy and content, she knows she will vanish after a season, but she wants to be a tulip anyway.
She is telling me that it doesn’t matter how long she is able to laugh, the laughter itself matters, even, if it is just for an instant.
She is looking at the bright side of the life for the whole night
Now she is telling me: this is enough. I am satisfied, feeling her deep smile. So
I wake up and I am not high, she gets back underground.
Saloume nakhsaz
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