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Birds without border
And other poems

May 10, 2004
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Birds without Border

After man
Invented the airplane
To become part of
Our everyday life
We have forgotten
To recognize in awe
How magnificent
It is
To see
Birds
Of one kind
Or another
In flight
Therfore, when you see next time
A bird in flight
Please don't take it for granted
For still it must be
A source for your wildest form of imagination

Not An Optical Illusion

Don't listen
To the internal
In-fight
Between different
Segments of the privileged elite class
Each is simply a jaw armed with sharp teeth
And they together
Are all out
To get you
To eat you
To gubble you up
And to devour you
Therefore in order to save yourself
Hunker down deep in your own caste
And from there burn them into ashes
With the fire of your hell

Patriot

I was escaping from my country to their country
And they were escaping from their country
To my country
Now here comes
The inevitable
Encounter
At the cross road
Between I and them
Oh boy
It was bloody
Brutal
Violent
For both sides
Were right and wrong
At the same time

Investment & Seepage

The reason
That country
Must be
Built
On the principle
Of oneness
And not of duality
Is this:
The investors
Must know for certain
Where the hell
They are putting
Their money in
Before
Departing
For their own
Homeland

Permanent Meaning

Remember
When you
Flash out
A
Victory
Sign
In public
After the
Fashion of Winston Churchill
Then
To have
A grim face
Later on in public
Means
Recently
You have had
Experienced
A back breaking defeat
Beyond repair

Reigning

Expulsion
In
Anger
Is
A
Sure
Sign
Of
One's
Impending
Death
Learn
To
Live
For
Ever

I Am Beautiful & Strong

Barely larger than an inch
Yes that small!
But to attract his lover in spring
You can hear his singing courtship
On the top of tree
More than half a mile away
Yes that far!
Just imagine
If this tiny bird
Was about the size of a grown up crow
What powerful music you would be able to hear
In forest
Pehaps as far as the crow
Could fly
From one end of the forest
To the other

Forced Script

There are four kinds of script
First, both you and the readers
Can understand it
Second, only you understand it and not the readers
Third, neither you nor the readers can understand it
Fourth, only the readers understand it
Therefore, I am the fourth script
Read me to understand me

Islamic Shintoism: Emperor is Allah

Archaelogical digging
Shows that
Muslims's five times a day praying
Was first performed before
Their physical king
Whom they believed
His body made out of light from heaven
And as the king
Became more greedy over time generation wise
Then Muslim
Began their daily praying
Toward Mecca
Where they thought their first good king was burried
Since then
Islam and King became two opposite words
Awalys in negation of one another

Kurdistan

In the late after noon
When the sheep return home
From their long day journey
They leave a rising dust behind
And bring an orchestra of bell music in
When they enter into the muddy houses
Filled with
sounds
Activities
Hussle and Bussle
Anticipation for fresh milk
Etc.
And there is not a single child found in the village
That has not yet been awakened
To this sound effervescence of life in movemento
During and after the sunset

Louder!

The ocean waves
Comes gently
And not so gently to the shore
And one can hear
Her roars all after the rolls
It is breath taking
When it does all the pours
And the ocean says
Imagine! Imagine! Imagine!
If you could hear all of my roars
Miles after miles
Billions of miles shores
All roaring all at once
Now you begin hear my roars!

Feather

Feather
Is the
Instrument
Of flight
Only for
One reason
All becasue
Every element in it
Is gathered around
One imperial boss
Who itself
Empty from within
As a role model for the rest
To follow
With the
Strictest
Of all
Diet
Possible

~!~

As you advance
Farther
And farther
Into the eest
At the end
You find yourself
Further
And further
Into the east
As long as
You don't let no one
Without yor permission
To pass the wall
Between the west
And the east

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