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To my car, in front

Stuck a leaf, brown.

There, glued motionless

Made me sit and question.

Said of its origin:

“Am great Maple Leaf.”

Died depressed, all alone,

Collapsed in wasted life.

Had been forced to exile,

Faced and heard the insults!

Felt ignored, in such life:

“Better dead than alive!

Neither rush,

Nor do judge! 

First, listen,

Hear well.

Then crack!

You can laugh,

Or agree, or cry.

Here, I, in downtown

Am relaxed, look around.

Drizzles and breeze,

Maneuver, hit trees.

Scatter falling leaves

On roadsides, streets, 

Psychedelic beauty...

Wish could die right here,

As if is my grave!

Do not care what people

May think, say, blabber!

To some, am Romantic,

And to some Crazy!

Do I care for comments?

Not at all, no, never, 

Not even for moment.

My conscious is teacher:

“Be happy and yourself,

Enjoy life, be harmless.”

So, ignore those judgments 

As useless and worthless. 

Had gone there for birthday,

Host arrived flamboyant,

As seen in Swan-Lake!

Fog played, hide, and seek,

Made us dance anxiously.

Fog took me on the stage

To Tchaikovsky’s ballet.

Had plans and knowledge

With targets but aimless.

Had to leave for skies,

We spoke heart to heart

It taught me a whole lot.

Told me of what foresaw,

The killer long-dark-nights: 

“Leaves will end the falling,

Stand firm, bare trees

Ice-clothed and shining.”

Told me of Sasquatch:

“Monstrous, humongous,

And walks on snow, ice!”

Told me of the trunks:

“Many birds will be gone,

Out of sight, groundhogs, 

Valleys, heights, crystalize.”

Between us, I felt bond,

She told me of her love, 

Looking up at the cloud:

“That is where we belong.”

I, amused with the scenes,

Sensed the cold of breeze,

Bone wrecking, yet sweet, 

Fog took off in a blink!

Invented tractors

And tilled the fertile farm

Then, with seeds in my palm

Walked firmly as if God!

Meant to sow and harvest

Colonized, converted.

Lot of corn, barley, wheat, 

Were sworn enemies…

All of them against me

United, made army…

When injured and afraid,

I was forced to let go…

I lost and they returned

To their past, retarded…

The freed ex- slaves

Had fire among them,

Each blamed another

For serving ex-master!

Am in cage of their Hell,

Of the cause am aware

But never will confess! 

I dreamt of a bear,

And the bear was female,

And female was mother,

And Mom had children,

Two cute baby bears.

She spoke of a male:

“A kidnapped, displaced, 

Tranquilized, disgraced,

Was brought by devils…”

Had been fed by mankind,

Mistook them to have love,

Friendship, with our kind, 

In return he loved them, 

To pay back he crept, 

Went to them, knocking door,

Expected some reward!

Happily, filled with joy, 

Removed fence and the door,

Barriers, like windows!

After call to Nine-one-one,

Uniformed men arrived.

Bang and bang,

He went down.

Same happened to herself

Thanks to the man’s science,

She had had a bad leg…

Bang and bang,

She went down.

In dream she told me

About her kid-babies:

“With the man’s cruelty,

Not knowing, and judging,

My orphans have lost me!”   

Each autumn, every fall,

I dream of Tehran…

Heading north, to Shemiran,

I walk on the sidewalk…

There, speak with the trees, 

 Sai Park’s, Pahlavi’s... 

In the sink, spider,

Fell victim, like myself!

Had fallen from heights,

With current lost its life.

  Living in Vancouver

With its rain after rain

I see that God, Nature:

“Show us the injustice!”

Here, rain is killer,

As is heat, in desert,

With killing dryness!

In downtown’s Broadway,

Rats enjoy the richness

Of trash, in corners.

They have royal table, 

In size are squirrels, 

Or the lamb, of farmland.

But the rats in deserts

Are boney like locust!

Thank to fairness, kindness,

Of our God, and Nature!

How can one complain

About the presidents,

And those in governments,

When they cheat, embezzle?

Governments and churches,

Synagogues, and Masjids,

All shrines, religions, 

Cheat, with their preachers.

They are the righteous heirs

Of Nature’s governance!

Look at bat-vampires,

In skies, the vultures, 

Africa’s Lycaon pictus,

See their mean injustice,

Anxiously must hate them!

Rudy, expert writer,

Sharpened pen, intended:

“Make undead from dead!”

Started researching

In papers and records.

Differed the notes mentioned,

Between rock-hard place:

“Cannot lie, I am cursed!”

Museum was showcase,

For police, Regina,

And detailed the wanted:

“Criminal who escaped!”

Rudy found some graves

Not of Voice, his friends!

They belonged to police, 

Those heroes of racists, 

For being what they were, 

Big liars…brainless!

I look at our Don’s death,

And know same will happen.

Our Jaime Arguedas

Knew much and told us

Of smart brother,

The chief and Minister

In the time of El Che.

Antonio opposed the

Mischievous USA, 

In mirror Rockefeller:

“To rule them, make fire

Take the oil, supply arms!”

FACT_BOOK of CIA

Lies, protects Cruelest!

Feel as if am plum,

Not those of William,

All eaten, one by one. 

Growing on the tree,

Not ripen, not green,

Cruelly, I was picked.

In hurry took a bite,

Threw me on the ground.

I was not as he thought,

In me found bitter side.

Now, fallen, half rotten,

On these lands, far away,

Live, breathe as a waste.

No one knows of our way,

My culture, ancestors,

And way of my parents.

The fetus in my womb,

Or the pit, or stone,

Is to be still born.

Till the time in grave

Search for Rumi, Hafez.

I miss old trainers

The true devoted,

From bad, injustice.

Am thirsty for braves 

Like Cyrus, the great,

To fight for freedom.

To make this life better 

Spread love and care,

To be column, shelter, 

With honey, milk, bread.

  Once again encountered

The cruel behavior!

This page is, as I know,

Related, divided, scattered!

It takes me to past years, 

Afghan King, Kandahar’s,

Durrani, Ahmad Shah!

“Bring the three men,” 

Yes, they had disobeyed.

Tied, are laid on the ground,

Then, three beasts arrived,

They are big elephants,

Warrior, well-trained.

Huge and humongous, 

Monstrous, are soldiers, 

Heard order and obeyed, 

And on heads they stepped,

Squeezed the brains…

In the book I read now,

Talk is of some skull

Preserved in a box.

Red Jackets, Canada’s

Expose this with pride,

With a note about cause!

Writing is one sided, 

British colonizers’, 

Brutal murderers,

And rapist abusers!

Almighty’s bone is there 

For daring to rebel, 

He is Voice, is not alone. 

A Monarchy’s action

Is one of examples,

In window, as sample!

Small piece of skull

Is silent but tells us:

“Japanese, Persian’s,

Africa’s, Ethiopian’s,

Spanish, Britannia’s,

Royalty is brutal,

As are faithful, loyal!” 

Emperors, Kings, Queens, 

And the Popes, clergies,

Have, always been vultures,

Their delicacy is corpses! 

A thanks to Rudy Wiebe,

And the kind publishers

Of his book, and this page.

Drove to their address,

To face and encounter

Such great publishers…

Sun-like and ashamed, 

Sought a hiding place,

Ran away, out of sight.

They were the morning fog, 

Came and lived for short while!

One can see a Peace Pipe,

On it shapes of skulls, 

Mourn clouds in the skies. 

Picture the seas, oceans,

Count stones, and pebbles,

And the Sands, in plains,

Register caves, mountains, 

And compare the numbers, 

Victims are more than them,

Purify, use prayers, smudge!

The heroes face their fates

In many varied ways,

Under feet of monster,

Quadrupled by horses,

Behind bars, mutilated!

If organs are exposed, 

In some jars or boxes, 

In city squares

Or the rulers’, agents, 

Even in museums,

They share single purpose,

Copy national anthems: 

“Scare the fearless,

By fooling the nation!”

Fighting for dignity,

For love, care, humanity,

Must help make future,

Under bomb, gun, canon!

Our bodies are soil and

Our blood is water 

To the seed of righteous, 

To the leaves, flowers,

Let mankind come harvest.

We laugh at fingers when

Show, point, indicate

Dead bodies and latches 

Or the noose, mass graves: 

“This is your future

If insist for freedom!”

Must unite, my friends, 

Must devote toes to head, 

To mind, heart, with efforts, 

By reading and learning, 

To stand defending,

Victims of all genders, 

Anywhere, everywhere, 

If in past, or today, futures.  

Whenever I hear

A train’s sound, whistle,

Think about the Big Bear.

Broken, he witnessed

Buffalo disappear…

He saw guns, and killers

Laughing wild, on trains!

He suffered from the 

Hunger of his people,

Venom of settlers!

Sails Ernest Hemingway

With the toll from church!

Whenever I hear

A train’s sound, whistle,

Think about the Big Bear.

Broken, he witnessed

Buffalo disappear…

He saw guns, and killers

Laughing wild, on trains!

He suffered from the 

Hunger of his people,

Venom of settlers!

Sails Ernest Hemingway

With the toll from church!

The main line of the law

Shines as does gold in sun!

Makers are breakers!

Enforcers are benders!

What else is in the law?

Saw the fog fall in love

Saw it rise, climb high.

Saw it reach for her love

Saw how fog sacrificed.

Her prince in sky

Was proud and crowned.

Fog became a bride for cloud,

Saw them join and unite.

They mated to have child,

Made many children…

English calls them rain,

In times says is shower.

The couple went away,

Took along children

To the seas and oceans,

To the gulfs and rivers,

To the heights and deserts,

Every pole and mountain.

I stood and observed

Watched the love deliver.

These trees are shameless,

Mostly wear Scarlett…

They shower in open,

Undress when get wet.

Take all off, go naked

In front of others.

If one asks about why,

They reply: “Is autumn!”

  On a side of the hill

Somebody built city.

It looks like leprosy

On a goat’s, dog’s skin.

Or may be on a cow’s,

Possibly the crows!

Regardless, is sickness

A tumor, cancer,

For the virgin Nature!

For long lived in cities

Miss life in, the country.

There, heavens can touch me

Take the chains, free me,

To roam like the breeze.

For eating mandarin,

Or melon, bread, cheese,

Can go to some haven,

Stream, mount, river.

Happily, feed mother 

With the seed and eggshell. 

There, we are siblings,

Mankind, bird, everything.

Earth is our shared mother. 

She, sure is greatest,

Though eats own children

To her older, younger,

Are the same and fresh!

In cities we throw

The skin as if waste.

Of this, feel embarrassed!

The dealers use science

To fool the men, women

For selling their venom:

“Science has discovered!”

They use asphalt, bricks

With it kill Mother Earth!

Life in towns is a shame,

Cities are poisons! 

Two wheels and an engine

Can make one crazy.

Look at the Hells Angels!

Do you ride motorbike?

In the back? Or front? 

Is Sunday,

Slept late,

I write of

The Eagles

In midday.

In Texas of that year

I went to watch a fair…

Bottles sat on table,

Paid money to agent,

Confident I was that 

Could drop some to win!

Balls in hand

Got busy

Aiming and throwing.

Heard a voice behind me 

Somebody was cursing

Turned around

No one there except for

Young woman

Pregnant…

“Are you talking to me?”

I questioned!

“Sure,”

She said and meant it!

“With these games, handlers

Fool people, the dumbest,”

She replied, was honest…

Then talked of her father,

Son of one who handled

Similar and same games:

“This is like casino

Handlers are winners!”

Talks deepened, in detail

She preached, explained…

Agreed to meet again

So, gave me her address!

I took out a napkin

She wrote with lipstick!

Bought a cake on my way.

Then,

Young man of nineteen,

Air cadet,

Was under training,

I could have, possibly…

Her covered furniture,

With cloth, cheap cushion.

Abandoned fixing roof:

“Must pay tax if through!”

Had pride, tiger, poor,

Had knowledge, aware too.

First teacher in Texas,

Out Lackland’s class!

Vietnam was fresh

As was the JFK…

Confident, had her way, 

She lectured with manner,

My judgement had gone to:

“She must be socialist,

If not a communist!”

Showed me the in and out 

Of dungeon shanty house

With pile of dishes

In the sink of kitchen:

“We have no hot water!”

Being too young and male 

Thought of her as woman,

Wondering if for sale!

Drove me to time when

I met her in the fair,

Vietnam, Soviets-USA, 

Murder of JFK…

Her tongue was a mirror

Of her heart, clear,

Comparing two powers:

“In fight of Bear-Eagle

Only one ends winner!”

Taught me more of eagles,

Their eggs, chicks, or eaglets,

And fight for dominance:

“Only one ends winner!”

I must and will always

Think of her as mentor.

Thank you, my teacher,

Thank you, my sister,

Thank you, the learned.

I had to leave behind, 

A book that she had signed.

Had to run and escape

The war for dominance

Between dirty powers!

I feel sad, embarrassed,

But had to run away, 

From the mean fire.

Sorry, I am ashamed!

Sorry, I am ashamed!

Hear her forgiving

Powerless pawn like me.

Is aware that members 

On plains of chess game,

Are same as greyhounds,

Nothing but fetching dogs!

Innocents are the tools,

If bomb, or jet, drone!

The evil is mankind

In power that corrupts

And ego that adds up!

In archives, the writings

Speak of prairies,

And tepees, and hunting.

I can see, and picture, 

The Whiteman’s crouching! 

See pounds of Poundmaker

And arrows of hunters…

See Natives, kind, simple,

Receiving the lost guests!

The hosts lose their ground

To guest with snake-tongue!

Buffalo and beaver,

Wilderness, freedom,

And the geese, local birds, 

Vanish and, are replaced

With cattle within fence!

A cow is worth, valued 

More than man’s livelihood!

Look at the Almighty

Being an example… 

Men are jailed, 

And tortured,

Then, bullets,

And cannons…

Settlers, government,

Shed blood for cattle!

The corpses on corpses

And the furs are loaded

On the board of vessels

To Paris and London, 

And tepees get darker…  

What remains is insult:

“Savages, squaws!”

Bear become fog in sun,

Buffalo are long gone,

Birds never dare to nest,

In fear, are restless, 

No freedom, water! 

The agents set borders, 

Sell the land, private!

Whites’ power is in gun,

And gun has cruel law!

Now, court of Vancouver

Penalized some woman

For feeding grizzly,

Against the law, order!

Zuzana is sentenced. 

With the highest penance,

For buying some apples, 

And the eggs, and carrots,

Intending to feed bears. 

Judges are tumors,

And shame are officers

To follow European 

Love of cage, and border!

So heard the reporters:

“The money is spent

To feed wild habitats.”

The claim is in fact

Defending enactment,

Or the rights of people!

Hypocrites, always lie, 

And cheat the charlatans.

So, we know the result!

I guess, still 

The best poem,

To have read on

Freedom and slavery,

Is the poem by Sales,

The great Iranian poet.

It is a comparison of 

The dogs and the wolves,

Through dogs’ talk 

And that of the wolves’… 

The dogs,

Sheltered and warm

Near the stove,

Complain that

The master is rough

And is tough

And beats them

But feeds them too

And

They do not have to suffer

And that

He,

The master

Caresses them 

When in good mood. 

Wolves

In the cold

Of the plains,

In the snow,

Hungry,

Complain that

There is no prey 

To fill their tummies

And no shelter

To protected them 

And no safety in resting.

Then,

A sudden bang,

A gunshot, a bullet, 

A wound, and blood, 

It writes on the white page

Of the snow:

“Price paid 

For Freedom” 

Now

Here, in the Modern World 

In Stanley Park,

In Victoria, 

And in Alaska, 

And in Africa, 

The Pets,

Being the caged birds

Or the domestic animals

Or other permitted Slaves,

That are deprived of freedom, 

And are defended,

Are, possibly, fed, and caressed 

Only according to the masters’ wish…  

But 

The Coyotes, 

The Bears,

The Cougars,

And the wolves,

The Lions, the Rhinos 

And the…are killed as 

Dangers and hazards 

Or for benefit…

Pesticides 

Means mass murder, 

Genocide of the worms, 

And the insects,

And with them gone,

Hunger destroys the 

Free and singing birds,

Among them and the latest, is 

The Ivory-billed woodpecker.

Love Moses as rebel

Not for ten commandments.

He stood to Pharaoh

Rest of it is to fool!

The fable became tale

And lasted till Jesus,

Even now, in our days!

In a way became law 

Dishonest, with flaws.

Mostly tool for abuse

It takes the poor to noose.

Looking at Wendigo 

Is the way that I go.

On White man’s arrival

The Bible flagged high.

Claims said that Bible 

Follows the commandment

Of no kill, no murder,

While has been poisonous.

The so-called conquerors

Used it as sword, dagger.

Settlers used Bible

To kill non-Christians

That are wild savages 

And/or dirty pagans 

Worshipping the devil,

The reward was Heaven.

Prairies’ Wendigo 

Was seen by such pagans,

As thirsty for blood!

Dipping into their way, 

Can see more and further.

Wendigo was one who

Was, somehow, abandoned

As needy and homeless.

Such persons are free

From debt, owe nothing

To the packs and may kill.

Revenge of powerless

Is clumsy murder

Of others or own self.

Look at pills, injections

Of drugs, Vancouver’s

And other towns, centers!

Each one is Wendigo

Abandoned, left alone!

Do they owe to you me?

Are they not debt free?

Do they not sell drugs?

Do not consume till die?

Old Nations and Natives

In the vast prairies

Had a law for ones who

Did not care, were cruel,

Chose a corner, cuddled.

Their law was too simple:

“Treat them like horses

That are weak, unable

To catch up with the rest.”

Shooting the weak horses,

To decrease others’ pains

Has been law and order, 

Dictated by nature

To caravans, mountaineers!

Beardless, babyface,

Has a long ponytail

And smile of angels.

Full of love and honest

Resembles the Heavens.

Angry with the faiths

In trance, by mistake

Classifies me, himself.

I am an agnostic 

And he is an atheist! 

I tell him of myself:

“I search for creator!”

Told him of my belief: 

“Reject the scientists

Like Freud and Darwin!”

My friend, the atheist

Is hybrid and a mix,

A Malay and Chinese.

I speak of my God,

He listens, I tell him.

The God of Abraham,

To David, Mohammad,

Is nothing but master

With stick, and carrot…

He too, finds discovers, 

As did the Archimedes, 

Keeps laughing, is insane!

Says that hates organized 

Ways, beliefs of mullahs,

Monks, priests, and rabbis, 

In all shapes and shrines!

Wonder if, is fear

Or from strength:

“I love you!”

No, am not Christian

But love song on Jesus.

He loves me in my way

Like Rumi, Shams, Hallaj.

Long ago left the mosque

And divorced synagogue!

But Jesus, as she sings

Has a home in my heart.

Come, cuddle in my bed,

Do not talk about church.

Just rewind, repeat the

Song of love and respect.

Sing of God in Heaven, 

Water-walks of Jesus,

Keep giving, devotions. 

No, never will convert 

To any of the faiths, 

Jew, Muslim, Christian.

Sing to me of Jesus.

Sing to me of Jesus.

Sing to me in your way

Ignore the lies of church.

I escaped the buildings

That deal with religions.

Close eyes to them all,

Come to me, sit on side.

I consume wine, bread

But not with parishes,

No priest’s, Christian’s.

Love talking in silence 

With the books and papers

Squeezed in the shelves!

I read of Taliban 

Being wild, brutal!

They whip the Men, Women

Hang bodies in city squares!

Remember tons of names

Colonists, their victims,

Mestizos and Metis 

Born to the raped mothers!

I think of lakes, rivers, 

Full of fish and beavers, 

Then arrive Europeans,

Buffalo, exterminates…

Words become the photos 

Of the heads on the poles,

Thanks to kings, Creoles!

Reflections of Europe

Appear in the mirrors.

Amaru, Catari, Katari

Are killed by Spanish!

Cannot find exception,

Swedish, Hollanders,

To Brits and French, 

To Germans, Portugal,

Norwegians to Denmark,

Catholics and Romans

To Greece, Vatican…

Wonder why we see just 

The muftis and mullahs 

Of Kabul and Tehran! 

On both sides of the road

The farmers grew corn.

Put the harvest in bags,

Marked, US, Canadian.

The feathers of one bird

Were whitish, fallen there.

Few were on right side

And some on other side.

Sun, silver and golden

Stood high in heavens,

Fatherly saw, observed.

Treasured stories

Of the past that had seen.

The Natives, Indians,

Lived here in tepees

Not needing a permit

For building, crossing.

High above, in sky

Flew eagles, crows.

One tiny bird arrived,

Landed on camera

That is there to spy

On people who cross. 

Moving its under tail

It dropped, delivered

A wise sign; rejected

A latitude as border…

Devils lie in anthems

And in the governments

And flags with soldiers

And worship places!

Of Holland, her blood,

Shared some of Indonesia:

“My name is Winnetka.”

The tattoos on her arms,

Were Jesus and Cross…

Was free and her mind 

Floated on her tongue.

Like windbag of Scotts 

Kept talking, non-stop.

I, a vase, made of mud,

Felt desert, hot, dry…

She filled me to the rim,

Made me feel anarchist,

God-loving, agnostic…

Told me of her husband,

Younger by one decade,

As man mixed bloods,

Black of Africa, Portugal,

And British Scotch…

His mother’s father said:

“Take away your Nigger!”

She disliked the churches

And religious leaders:

“Are rapists and bitches!”

Was against Mafias

Of weapons and drug:

“Genetically modified!”

Said about seeds, fish-farms

To Bible, the Right, Wrong:

“They are not Christians,

They sell faith with Bible!”

To find ways and cultures

Went outside for research.

Saw many 

Wives, husbands,

Spoke of quarrels

Over the ways, manners,

And the life expenses…

Words ended in a fight,

One packed, left,

Went outside,

Had pride…

In hotel,

Then a bar…

Next day died,

Night arrived…

To decrease expenses

Found place in shelter

Parted with home address!

Marched in problems

With becoming homeless!

No more could register

In the books and papers!

In the Hasting alleys 

Saw many such cases,

Studied for research, 

And spoke, and chatted

With useful turned useless! 

Had no card, no license

Benefits, nor respect!

They shared same slogan:

“Why the hell should I care?”

Not every nightwalker

Is orphan or homeless!

Some come of bars, drunk

And some are working hard.

Saw young men working there

Repairing roads, sewage…

I smiled at life when

Heard some of residents

Poking out few heads

To shout and complain

While using absurd words.

I devote my time to

Recording history

In form of poetry.

We, all, walk on same Earth,

Powerful, powerless,

Rich and poor, all genders.

Sky was pregnant,

Placenta, amniotic water.

With the wind’s strength

Clouds moved to change shape, 

Danced, floated drops,

Whipped the rain, made flood.

I was soaked 

Though covered,

In, beneath the shower. 

Music of angel

Came to me of nowhere,

Unclear, and blur

It carried some question.

In reverse, I shouted…

In no time, soon after,

Came to me in person,

Heaven-sent-massager 

Carrying mug and cake.

Now I am short of words 

To say thanks, appreciate

The good will of angels…

Having been taught, I learned:

“Die with us bodies, wealth, 

Background, cultures, race…” 

So, let us paint on walls 

Large, small murals

In shape of care and love 

That exist in our hearts, 

Our brains, conscious, minds.

In her chair

Seemed to be glazier 

On the virgin mountain,

Highest peak, at crest,

Dark of night in her hair.

Stared at monitor

And her eyes…

Inside them Sclera,

Two large pearls,

Emerald as iris,

And eyelid, a saber.

Scanning monitor

Acted guard, 

Shakespeare’s, 

In Hamlet…

I observed…

My eyes there

Heart elsewhere… 

  In comfort of my car

Studied the sky.

Sun is the best artist

Has pallet and brush.

Her easel at the heights,

Paints mountains and clouds.

For curious early bird

Sun brought great worm. 

The Ember is expert 

Even under ashes, 

If charcoal, pomegranate! 

The Reader, Snow-White, 

Keeps the book in silence! 

Closes lips, bites them, 

Tongue is imprisoned, 

Behind the teeth mountains… 

Focuses eyes, stares

At the ashes in center… 

Till arrives hurricane 

Giving life to ember, 

Turning it to flames…

Almighty Voice is heard! 

Wandering in wonder

Tongue in cheek is question:

“Why ash sits on the fire???”

Red, blue, and amber

Burst and shout the flames:

“So, it may appear...”

“I, myself have witnessed,”

 Whispers the curious:

“Almighty blankets 

Wandering Spirit…”

Spirit of Ember

Soft, sweet like mother:

“Both of them were fighters 

And both sought righteousness.”

To me as researcher

The Prairie Heroes 

Are nothing but honest.

I said hi in Farsi

And he came smiling:

“No more I, can take it!”

Started, soon, stopped,

Inhaled the dusty time!

Confused I found him, 

But could not see in deep.

Was kettle, kept boiling, 

Escapee, refugee, fugitive?

Said he has written book:

“But cannot rewrite it!”

Victimized, displaced,

Saw the things, recorded!

Knowing not about me,

Made up own stories,

Civilized, Barbaric!

Shaped bubbles in his eyes,

Murmuring, almost talked:

“Please help me rewrite!”

Meant to say: “My friend, 

Symptoms of neuro disorder,

ADHD, Impulsive behaviors, 

I too share, and suffer!” 

Extrovert, I am but,

Said nothing, kept silent, 

Tongue in cheek, I remained!

We, he and me, neither,

Can go on, have power!

So, said bye, divided, 

Fog in sun, scattered!

Am heading for Abbot 

Want to watch murals, 

Enjoy their slogans…

In BC, Vancouver,

At a Hasting corner, 

Scavenge the reasons, 

Of comers that get lost!

Near there, I saw her,

Is new, on her way.

Beauty of angel,

Playful as dolphin,

Has kettle inside her…

Was laughed at, departed,

Seeking life, freedom,

Chose to be “Runaway!”

Smiles as extrovert and social

She, herself, sheds the light:

“Though grown and mature, 

Am simple, cute, child.”

Her first foe is her tongue,

Unapproached, she starts:

“Love you and your mustache,

Love the birds and wildlife…”

Whenever opens mouth

Breaks the caring heart.

She, big fish in a pond

Easily can be found

Unaware of market

Is best bate for fishers!

Narcotics all around

And dealer is wormlike 

To take her to bed, boss! 

Pendulum in my chest

Strikes right and left.

It stirs memories

Of the day I have seen,

In desert, mountain, seas!

I do not like old age!

This, to me, is a hell!  

I recall my life, time, 

Afghans, Afghanistan.

Searching on Indigenous, 

Desperate, almost dead, 

See the shores and vessels,

Inside them, worried men…

Angel hosts, surprised,

Welcome guests with pride,

Shelter them, feed, share love.

I do not like old age!

Feel living inside hell! 

It is hard to sleep

When dreams keep racing.

Iskandar is Tajik,

Between us countries,

Comes to me in dream!

News, come of cities

They differ, are varied,

Partly good, part obscene!

Pendulum, in my chest, 

Strikes right and left.

Am willow in the wind,

Cut and killed with dagger

he writing was simple:

“My will and my mother.”

Request was painting:

“Bury me like Waris!”

Explained how to see:

“Go fishing in the sea,

Pull the net with crane,

Look at it and its shape,

Imagine birth, rebirth, 

And in womb, a fetus!”

Wanted to leave, go back

In mother’s stomach:

“Dig a pot like a womb

And sit me, squat.”

He had some exception:

“Let my palm be a vase

In it seed and water,

And it shall blossom,

Grow tall, be tree,

Be mother, bear fruits…”

Wascana, as we learned 

Became our lone lesson:

“Mass of bones, a pile!” 

He had meant to tell us:

“My bones are valuable

Only, if, used as vase 

With its soil, fat, flesh!”

Buried him as he asked:

“No tears, only wine,

Because wine is blood,

Of grapes and the vine!”

He believed in rebirth 

As had had the Waris

Be my guest, come on in,

Remove masks to see me.

Be honest, talk manly,

Why be bad wolf, deceive? 

I know your strategy 

Rich, quite devilish!

I am child of mountain

Live like eagles, lions,

Avoid the fox, vultures!

Do not eat what remains 

From wounded corpses. 

You abuse your soldiers

Of many ranks, grades…

To do so, naturally,

Cover facts, mislead them! 

They work in the basement,

And maybe in the tower.

Your soldiers lead planes

With engines, engine-less,

Pour chemicals, gasses!

In the shanty shelters,

My weapon is simple,

IED, sword, dagger,

Yet, avoid using them.

Take the mask and face me

World is best with loving…

All of us can fit in,

So, let us share ceilings,

Feel at home, welcome in,

Food tastes best by sharing.

In his palm, held it tight,

With inhale, exhaled sigh

Squeezed very hard:

“This is left of our Mon!”

Once again, looked, stared,

In his eyes gathered pearls,

All, shining blue, red…

Ran flood of tears:

“Of our Mon, this is left!”

Sang as if Joan Baez,

Or ABBA, Bob Dylan, 

Meaningful, quite sad!

His lyrics were new,

A sort of like Khayyam:

“This is left of mother,

Mother Earth…”

Big trucks and shovels,

Bulldozers, Graders, 

Dug, loaded, sent away,

There stood the mixers,

Gravel in cement 

Poured on the flowers,

And trees, vegetables:

“See Mother on death bed?”

Rose condos, apartments 

Of cements, roads asphalt:

“In sewage fish and whale

Cannot live and inhale..."

Busy were laborers unaware

Of death of Mother Earth…

Once again, he stared, 

In his eyes many pearls

Shined blue, green, red…

With paddle in my hand 

I flagged, showing paths,

Felt being smallest…

Saw the men with cranes,

Also, the thieves’ ladder,

Large scissors, as cutter.

Curious, I observed…

In me boiled the question:

“Who did it, what happened?”

A cable had been cut

For copper, vandalized!

Witnessing work of thieves

Was the cause for searching 

The right words, dictionaries. 

Like always in my head 

The crazy thoughts raced:

“Who are thieves?

Why did it?

Who will buy?

Is this kind of trade?

Steal, sell, process, recycle?”

Ran across many words:

Among them “Plunder,”

“Addiction” and “Pusher,”

Also, “Loot” after “Fence!” 

The words made an army, 

Each soldier was racing,

None of them replied the:

“What seed was planted?”

Took vodka, water, lime,

Set music, too loud,

Then ignored hellish life, 

Malleable like dervish,

Repeated singing this:

“This is social sickness!”

Her name is in Persian, 

Translates to “Eyelash.”

I said hi, we chatted,

Talk ended in changes

Of the life’s standards.

In the past the lovers

When spoke about girls

Mostly talked about hair,

Eyebrows, eyes, lashes.

Her sizes were taboo

And secret, hid, tattooed.

The women of these days 

Are holding positions 

In science, governments,

Randomly are the same

As romantic poems...

Then, the curl of her hair,

Eyebrow with its curve, 

And the eyelash sharpness,

Acted as bows, arrows,

For them their men dueled. 

Just before the goodbye

I showed my surprise:

“Which one is less respect?”

She played with knuckles,

It could be of despair.

Took vey deep breath,

With a sigh, to answer:

“Guess a wife of today 

Is another female, 

That is why not always,

Is seen as fulfillment 

And lifetime’s partner! 

Picture sun when setting,

And yourself, driving,

To southeast, are heading.

Behind you Vancouver

In front, Mount Baker.

Left and right, sidemirrors

Show sunset’s pricker, 

Red, maroon, and golden.

In front Aphrodite,

Fetishy, silver, white,

Murders, kills, strikes!

And the artist in love,

Is torn by two lovers.

The news races

As beast, gladiator.

People watch, hear

Short, exaggerate,

Without attention.

The Britain, U. S.

Also, Soviets,

Osama Bin Laden,

Each and together,

Raise hell and scare!

I, friends, others,

Cannot be the same.

For years grew beard,

Went, crossed borders.

Saw the Taliban,

When was in Rabat,

And then Lashkargah.

Yaqoob in Zaranj

Was born warrior, 

Told the Caliphate:

“Arab, go away

We are the Persians,

Never bow, give up!” 

Then, in Kandahar

Saw the Shah Baba,

Man of Nader Shah,

Fight of Shah Zaman. 

Then, Kabul, Takhkhar

Peoples’ backgrounds.

The trees were burned

As were Poundmaker,

Wandering, Big Bear!

  My dear older son

It is time for a talk.

I can see your anger

When you saw as great,

Job-offer of that sheikh.

Very young and eager,

You wanted I accept

To fly his chopper.

Knowing me far better

I said “No,” rejected.

May not know what I mean,

Go and watch “The Misfits.”

Investment is Dubai’s

To insult Qatar’s Sheikh,

Both allies and friends.

In Sharjah, Emirates,

For a time, was teacher,

There I met like myself,

Syrian young teacher.

Had escaped genocide, 

By Assad, in Hama.

Intelligent and learned,

Talked of past, present:

“Child of dog, always dog 

As is Sheikh’s and Sultan’s.”

I could not work for them

Most of sheikhs are rotten,

Their life means corruption! 

I knew sheikhs’ morals, 

Theirs stink like swamp, 

Could not sell my pride!

Hey Judy, my baby,

You must be seventy.

I was young, unaware

Of the Texan culture.

Found you as girlfriend,

And you taught me, trained.

Sadly, lost each other, 

Due to parents’ mistakes.

Your father, my mother

Must answer the Heaven.

Their selfish decisions 

Cut us like the scissors.

He rose gun, aimed at me:

“Leave, if not will kill you!”

At home, told me others

Of your hair and letter.

Received it my mother,

But hid it, kept secret.

Now I sit with myself,

Looking back, remember

Those lovely sharing days.

Feel ashamed to tell you:

“I have lost our pictures.”

Open-eyed and brain, 

I became some rebel,

Ended up displaced! 

Forgive this refugee, 

I frame you and me

Kissing and smiling.

What hurts most is the hate

But it comes after name.

Names bring the borders, 

Son of this, their cousin!

Such name’s house,

Uncles, aunts!

Possibly a room, bed,

And the list never ends!

Wish I was a nameless,

Hate is born from name,

Deep in me I hate names!

Names bring belonging

To tribes, countries, 

To the faiths, families,

And the laws, militaries,

And culture, behavior!

To me name acts as seed, 

Bears crops and trees!

That is why I hate names,

Names are first divider,

Divide the boys and girls,

And the things expected!

Listen to the anthems,

They fuel hate’s flames!

I reject range of shades, 

White, Black, Yellow, Red,

British and French, USA!

“Imagine,” said Lennon,

Must erase all borders,

Divisions of people, 

Elect “Love” as ruler!

We met at my start,

To him, days were final.

Studied film, writing,

The same waited for me.

For the last semester

Had written, prepared

A chat-book of poems.

Was detailed, explained

The fight of his parents.

He smashed a pizza

In face of his father…

Curious, I asked him:

"Will you say what happened?"

“My mother had affair

With the next-door neighbor,

Was not right, I accept,

So, dad could divorce her,

But he beat, insulted,

Right where we, children,

Stood and observed them!”

Then went on with tears,

His cheeks under shower,

Made floods of mountains.

“My life is strange,

Mom followed her affair,

We, kids live with father!”

He got the best grade

For poem, well-written.

I have kept that booklet

To think of the gone days,

And tropes, genres learned.

Lost fingers, has no palm,

Cat remained, named Iran!

She bridged, connected

The Greece to China!

Vanished old empire,

And Persian children...

Scattered on Mom-Earth 

You find them everywhere,

Unhappy, like homeless,

Hearing the nonsense

From worthless states!

I call on the people, 

All cultures and genders,

Backgrounds and colors,

In every continent,

If rich or if homeless,

Open eyes, think again.

We, one of old nations

Surely got our lesson,

Learned mankind’s treasure

Has been and will remain,

Not in wealth and palace

But in heart, behavior.

Wonder if heard people,

Mainly those in Europe,

In each, every corner, 

Include Sweden to Spain,

Netherland, Italy, Britain,

As well as the French,

Soviets and Germans…

My sisters, brothers, 

Why are we forgetful?

Why do we play fool?

Is it wealth or greed?

Here, there, everyday,

One of the ministers

Goes behind podium,

Uses words, official:

“Are sorry, apologize!”

These leaders are like pigs,

And the worst of monkeys!

You know and I know it,

Your words are empty

And tricks in sleeve.

With your ass on fire

You talk and blabber,

You are like murderer

Inside a gas chamber!

You repent, shed tears:

“Were in dark, unaware!”

While living in palace

You observed crawl of

The shanties from mud.

You cared less, closed eyes,

Not to ask, questions like:

“Who are they? Here? Why?”

You lived the life of bat, 

Conscious less and drunk!

Covered eyes, ears, mind, 

Fooling me is enough

Stop your pouring salt! 

For years you used trumps,

Your stench is swamp’s!

You jackal, fox, vulture 

Take your lies, go away!

Four or five sing about

Chandelier as the song.

In my mind see Khayyam

Goblets are full of wine.

1, 2, 3, want to drink

Get drunk and swing!

To them night is to see,

Tomorrows are unseen! 

They rather close eyes

Be glued to good life…

Good life is described:

“Expect less to have fun.”

I look up to ceiling

Chandelier is singing:

“I do all the counting

You drink and drink,

Live a life in dreams,

Reject the bed, sleep!”

I was there, too early

Waiting for Bradley.

Expected a man but

Was informed is lady.

No place for parking,

I found her, finally.

One of best to exist,

Started mentorship.

I enjoyed and heard her:

“In men’s world I stepped!”

Every word that she said

Was like air to inhale.

Talked of past, explained:

“In their eye saw needles

Cut through, they stared!”

She stayed, kept working, 

Consistent, insisting:

“This is not beyond me.”

She rejected to lose

Sent the system to noose.

Bradley is now, chief

For teaching, training.

She has taught the sexists

Not to mention gender

When a work needs brain.

Am glad that she was

My trainer, mentor.

She deserves my respect

As friend, like sister.

Told Gholam to wake me:

“Sharp at five, in morning

When crew is asleep.”

Plan was swimming 

As if am shark or fish,

Living in gulf and sea. 

Had fallen in the soup

Of government, crew!

Was a kidnap, hostage

Thanks to their relations…

Neptune, was company

Registered for fishing.

Owner was nephew of

The Iran’s president…

Soviet trawlers

Were availed by Cyprus!

I was told Andrei

Suspected my nation

I felt bad, insulted!

Approved him soon after,

Company and owners

Were expert abusers

And a bunch of liars,

sunk in the corruptions!

Came the day that workers 

Chose a corner, murmured, 

Made cross on their chests 

“No more pain, this is end!” 

I, victim, and hostage

Sought a way to scape:

“Sweet home, I return."

Badly miss my childhood

Days we ran in the woods.

Fruit-rich were trees

Lot of the sour cherries.

Wildly went through the

Trees that were too dense.

Plucking more than need

We wore them, earrings.

Come to me my catty,

Mom saw you crying!

Is it right, you missed me,

When I went for camping?

Who says dogs are loyal,

And the cats disloyal?

For a time, let me write 

Nothing but joy and fun!

No do not remind me:

“Be yourself, a Nassy!”

Need hammer to break

Must smash and shatter 

The sad side, bitter me!

Yes, she is my friend,

A lovely kind woman.

To many she is Chief, 

Most, see her as Cree.

But is she?

She knows is Lakota, 

Chosen by three tribes,

Mosquito, Grizzly, 

And Lean Man, as I see. 

Soldiers, Red and Blue

Blindly took orders,

Blatantly obeyed them,

To kill and massacre,

Old and young, children!

So, cruel, massacred

Ignoring age, gender!

She, the chief of today,

Then, a non-existence, 

Was a husk, and hidden!

Brutal invaders, 

Acted like the farmers,

Killed fruits for harvest!

Wonder if is aware,

Of her past, ancestors’

Exodus that happened!

Now, chief and elected,

Shows that is clever

And deserves the respect. 

Sure, buried small husk

Blossomed, is too sharp 

Enlightens to shed light.

If my eyes did one job,

As do the specialized, 

Avoided involving

In what is the poor heart’s,

I too, could, possibly,

Return home, peacefully.

Eyes saw and transferred,

The East side problems.

I carried works of art,

With the paper, pencils.

We set them on easels

For people to buy them,

In the silent auction… 

Money ends, most of it,

In varied donations,

For fixing problems

Of harmed lands,

Sick, patients,

Hospitals, children’s,

And even Lions Gate.

We work to give drugs,

To the needy and lost.

I had Moose, Canada,

Hoping that many like.

While searching for parking,

Saw the people bending, 

Like clowns, and funny,

Answered me the police:

“Need drugs, are addicts!”

Came to me a young man, 

And offered in some bag:

“Have the best and sell it,” 

I was lost: “What is this?”   

Once, a mink saw puppy,

So, chatted, kept talking:

“Are we same family?”

The mink looked eagerly, 

Puppy said: “It could be!”

In their looks, they differed, 

Both feelings were bitter!

Dog owner could hear:

“Both of us are in chains, 

You with leash, I with cage!”

Mink owner pulled the tail,

Tightened leash, dog owner!

The two sang in tune:

“Neither is immune,

From man, this cruel!”

“I, chicken, lamb, cattle

Are the poorest victims,

You enjoy partially…”

Dog listened carefully!

“They kill some for flesh,

Some for hide and fashion,

Many birds for feathers!”

Heard puppy and nodded.

“Go around, defecate,”

Said the mink in laughter:

“Give the man what deserves,

Let them bow, hand-collect…”

Puppy looked for goodbye,

Looked at mink and cried:

“Your skin they clean,

Then after wash, bleach,

Then, in church, they preach!”

In eighteen-eighty-five

Warriors of frog

Stood up, took their guns,

Aiming at the two men,

From the Roman church!

At same time, wrote Nietzsche: 

“Zarathustra,” so has said.

Colonialists with canons

Killed the wives and elders,

Hung, butchered defenders,

Calling them: “Savages,” 

Looked at them as slaves:

“Must listen and obey!”

After years, the curtains

Are removed of churches,

Now, people see, observe,

Devils are such leaders!

Open eyes, read details,

Of cocooned politicians,

They tell lies, create,

Falsified monsters

From the socialists

As well as communists!

I would be ashamed if, 

My blood was Whitish,

With tongue of English!

Colonialist, Europeans,

Called Natives, Indians,

And of this big mistake

Do not feel embarrassed!

Indigenous siblings

Keep pride, be happy,

You have the dignity,

At fault is colonialist!

John Acton

Trained me my parents,

To live with love, and care:

“Never live with corrupt,

Go against apartheid.”

Devoted mind and heart, 

To oppressed and exiled!

I was wrong and confess, 

He is not who I guessed!

I thought he had value,

Just because of his book.

“Is worthy,” I said, thought,

Since he, too, was exiled!

Many were the corrupt,

In shadow of the shah!

Was wrong to think mullahs,

Are clean men of God…!

Knew not at that time:

Power rots and corrupts!

Am sorry,

I was wrong!

Then, he was powerless,

One of us, hurt, disturbed.

I agree that indeed,

Acton said correctly,

Of power corrupting.

Then he was a mullah,

Paying heed, attentive,

See leader, Ayatollah,

Doubtlessly is corrupt, 

And thirsty for blood! 

On the days when hostage,

Felt I was forgotten.

Was on ship, trawler,

In hands of fishermen.

All alone to myself,

Was ignored piece of shit!

Found a book by bucket,

For cleaning asses…

Read through and liked it,

Was Sufi poetry.

Speaker, audience,

In me, were united,

I and me, to myself.

Found a piece of paper,

And on it registered:

“To my love…”

Handed it to the waves.

Kept dreaming, questioned:

“Will ever one read it?

What will they do with it?”

The news of today:

“A cleanup crew,

Found bottle with letter,”

Took me back to waters,

Memories, yester-days.

Remember seeing whale,

Many sharks, stingrays,

And shrimps, in masses!

Remember the tough days,

Oh, the days, bad old days

Some question:

“Burning church?”

I take time at the bay,

Using time look at depths!

Church arrived and claimed:

“You people are pagans,

Those like you end in hell,

We help you to be saved,

By changing, so, covert…”

This went on and came gun:

“We order you to change,

And if not face your death!”

It was hard to accept:

“My parents, their parents,

All were wrong, savage, dumb?”

Some wondered,

Some wandered,

Some said: “Sure,”

Accepted…

Church acted like scissors,

Cut through brothers, 

And parents, children,

Most of the wives, husbands!

Peace and love departed,

Talks became quarrels, 

Anger-filled, they shouted! 

In April of a year,

Near the Frog Lake,

Warriors had gathered,

United, decided:

“Our kindness is tinder, 

For abuse of the church,

So, erase this evil…”

Saw a duck in flight,

Said hello, to chat, talk.

Watched its neck,

Was curvy, crooked!

Seeing it hang in air,

Threw a wild question:

“Does it make you tired?”

Ignored me,

Went away! 

Fresh air

Called again,

I drove far away.

On both sides,

Were mountains,

River ran all along.

Finally…

Parked on side,

Went to farm,

Behind fence,

Few lambs,

Some horses,

All grazed!

Sat and watched,

Looked at them.

In my mind

Talked with them.

Closed eyes,

And opened.

All heads down

Same went on!

They grazed…

My heart was,

Among them!

We were marked:

“It belongs…”

While waiting

I felt shocked:

“What is next?

When happens?

Old age is problem,

Every site, here, there,

Acts like one reminder!

Of college, New Hampshire:

“We did not have crime,

So, left the doors unlocked.”

We, many, were cadets,

General dictated:

“No need of salesperson,

Our cadets are honest.”

The shop’s door was open,

We selected, purchased,

Whatever was needed, 

And handled the payment.

Long ago departed, 

Makes me sad to hear:

“The mullahs made fire,

And buried good old day!”

Bow to wrong candidates!

Lie and cheat presidents!

When steal commanders,

Poor people are chickens!

Keep reading article,

Blood turns to tears!

Can our hearts love again?

Will the good days return?

Confused is brain!

Throw the article!

Of such life am ashamed!

Want to die, disappear!

Where the hell is grave?

  Days ago, wrote poem,

Talked about Britain.

One comment was great:

“Sir, I am one of the,

British, you mentioned!”

Politely sought pardon:

“I was born long after,

Cannot see it your way,

So, oppose and reject!”

I replied in simple: 

“To my colleague poet,

Tree was planted,

Its fruit we harvest,

African was Nigger,

Indigenous a savage!”

Then went on, explained:

“These insults broke them,

Shattered them, divided,

Those in need accepted,

And lived life of slave,

In pens of your parents!”

She, British poet,

Wants to say:

“It was then…”

I tell her: “No, friend!

Yes, husks were stolen,

Buried in mass graves!

She must picture painting,

With Sun, Earth evolving,

And the ships in sailing,

On blood in the seas, 

At cliffs waves roaring,

Butchered are uprisings!

The comment of today

Is meanness, ignorance!

We have had shackles, lynch,

And your chains, also whip!

We can feel your dagger,

Deep in bones and flesh,

Want to kick this bucket!

Has ended our silence,

Call us wild, savages,

Any name, whatever!

Yes, enough is enough,

Being nice made kebab!

Caravans of mules,

Carried load, no fuel!

Can you see Cuba, 

To Andes, Venezuela,

Middle East, Palestine,

And Natives to Afghans?

By working in the farms,

We watered with blood,

And you sat in a palace,

Waiting for piece of pie!

Who the hell? You? Royal?

With insults sharp as knife?

Having been victimized,

Feel victims in our hearts!

Kicking bucket, going wild,

Winners are the bad cows!

Want to be wolf and fox,

Came season for manhunt!

We warn you for last time:

“Yes, enough is enough!”

They speak serious,

And I am too tired!

Made my mind,

I will change!

Must start counting hair,

Eyebrows, noses, ears,

Bald or long, also heads,

To armpits and bare chest,

And areola, both nipples!

They speak serious,

And I am too tired!

Like monkey, I sit there,

Keep searching for lover,

Want to joke with others.

They speak serious,

I seek fun, am tired!

Soon, I will change trend,

Amuse me, counting hair,

Inside the underwear.

I want to reject God:

“Such being, never was!”

Look around, left and right,

Look at things, how they are,

The trees, seas, and heights,

I feel shocked with Aha,

Bite my lips and jail tongue!

“Lucky you, I cannot!”

I tell them, jaw dropped.

I look at eyelashes,

At skin, and the gut,

To hands, and genitals,

See them like flowers,

Rapidly fade in, out.

Compare them to NASA,

To the things man has done!

Laugh loud like crazy,

Whenever hear the:

“Their work is miracle!”

“For how long have we lived?

Who made world as it is?”

In my head race questions.

Then I look at pictures, 

Spent time to take them,

They are parts of nature.

Raising voice, loud, I say:

“These are the miracles!”

Hear of Charles Darwin,

And Freud, scientists:

“Time changed them slowly,

From birth of Big Bang…”

I smile, am deaf, dumb,

Seal and lock all my thoughts:

“This is what I call God!

My mother, old fashioned

Was proud to give birth.

Large brood, she bred,

With joy and pleasure,

As duty, and faith.

She was too religious,

With pride, always said:

“Advised us prophet,

Islam must spread,

A mother makes soldiers.”

Even though was woman,

Never were equal,

A son with a daughter.

Guess never knew of,

Parts of her genital.

Her joy was children,

Not bed or having sex.

For her aim and purpose

Gave herself to husband.

Can see her, even now,

Has smile in her eyes,

Are bright, open wide:

“I gave birth to dozen.”

From the sons remained,

To age of marriage,

Have wives and children,

We were five…

First, married a cousin,

And youngest married with,

One distance relative,

In sort of matchmaking,

Not the rest…

Second was sick, in bed,

Hospitalized with others,

Saw among visitors,

Of the ward, in next bed,

A girl that was gorgeous.

When meeting was over,

Chatted the two patients,

They exchanged addresses,

She became my in-law,

Total stranger…

And the third, a worker,

In plant, assembled,

The car that Iran made…

Befriended colleagues,

One became our neighbor,

Small room he rented…

Friendship bounded them,

Tenant's guests came and went,

Then, his niece, our sister!

My ex was sister of

My school classmate.

My parents made UN, 

And collected nations,

Through the marriages.

Like in hand, five fingers,

These new five sisters

Broke the barriers, 

Demolished all borders, 

Became one, united,

In sorrow and dances.

My simple, kind mother

Sleep tight with bless,

You did bear the soldiers,

Your army conquered…

I hear loud drums,

See them dancing around.

Feel the wind, hurricane,

Feel trees, fallen, dead.

Feel bodies discovered,

Feel the shouts and anger,

Feel them all, am afraid,

And sort of embarrassed!

Today I took a knife,

Cut my heart into parts.

Dislike this huge nest,

It shelters love and hate,

Must divide, dismantle!

Must accept good, or bad,

It combines this and that!

I finished writing cake,

Felt great, sweetness,

In mouth with bitterness!

Feel dying with venom,

Of snakes and pythons, 

Scorpions and serpents!

I recall when she came,

Almost mid-September!

Had Russian pinkish face,

Worked for us, waitress,

On her cheeks ran rivers,

With tears that she shed!

She meant to comfort me,

Aware of depths of it,

My answer was simple:

“Planted, now harvest!

Full of joy, in wonder

Badly I, needed help.

For start sent some texts,

Penny is cake maker,

Sought her help.

Not knowing my reason, 

Worriedly, she answered,

Felt her voice, infectious.

“No worries my friend,”

I hurried and calmed her:

“For a cake, I need help.”

With the helm in my hand,

I went on, explained:

“I drove to Delta, 

Stopped at some garden,

Pictures, my intention,

Came woman, I feared,

That she might object it,

Garden was private…”

I stopped and could paint,

Shocked Penny with her hair,

Standing on its tail…

“She took me for a tour,

I spoke with husband,

She showed me flowers,

And I was like camel,

Thirsty and in desert,

Felt seeing cold water,

Kept taking more pictures.”

Penny’s chest was like jail,

To her words and breath.

“Want to buy them a cake,”

I said and sought the help.

On his way to go out

He stopped for a talk.

The core of his work is:

“Finding, fighting racists,

Using words, preaching!”

Looked at wall in front,

And smiled and told him: 

“The surface for painting?”

He stared wondering, 

I went on speaking:

“Lifestyle needs changing, 

Our hearts, minds and thinking, 

Since they are depths of seas!”

I showed him a message,

On WhatsApp, had received,

There, people were dancing.

Voice over, I told him:

“Men, women of Iran,

Are in line to depart…”

Then after, explained:

“To receive injection,

Sputnik of Russians

Not at home but outside,

In the lands of neighbors!”

I could see in his eyes:

“Here, you, are begging,

Every old, young, and kid

To go in, get vaccine!

Had a call from the,

Overseas, long distance:

“Am alive, thanks heavens.”

He had asked my address,  

Was worried about them.

While thinking, came question:

“Have escaped? Are on way?”

The news, media

Have added flavor,

To the burning stake!

Said to me, my friend: 

“Our den forbids jackals,

From the Soviets, USA, 

To harm us, cause damage, 

Then keep tails between legs!” 

For about an hour,

We spoke and chatted,

Of Russia, Britain,

Growth of USA,

And egos, invasions,

And walking on others,

When alive, sick, or dead…

Liked part of his comment:

“Our land is in mountains,

Behind the heights, gorges,

People are different…”

His message was simple:

“Britain burned our nests,

And pushed us in a cage,

We are wolves, and lions,

And pigeons and vultures,

All the talks are dead-end, 

Pave no road, passages,

How can we be a nation?”

Prepared my poem,

Meant to write about the:

“Infinite flowers,

In endless farm, garden,

Butterflies everywhere,

Flapping little wings,

Constantly flying,

Like winter snowflakes,

Soft, cute and tender!” 

But the books, articles

Online and in papers,

Stole my attention:

“Canada’s veterans!”

Saw many dots, puzzles,

Drew lines, connected,

Landed in USA…

Then flew my plane,

To Bagram…

There, observed,

Genocide and corpses!

Chatted with the soldiers,

NCOs and Majors:

“Came here on mission!”

Nobody had reason,

Not even the leaders!

Felt that words had fled, 

From mouth to ear…

Saw blood, children’s, 

Elderly’s and women’s,

In rivers, and mountains,

Thanks to the veterans!

Sounded wild and weird,

With the whiskey, beer

Bag in hand, once again,

See myself walking there.

In bazaar, Kandahar

Plenty are poor shops,

Among them many guns.

Look at the rich stocks,

The new, old, short, long,

Pistols and machineguns,

Also, sell hatchets, knives!

Shocked, I am surprised,

Feel jitter in eyeballs:

“Being so in our time?”

A Pashtu, Hazara,

And driver, myself,

Hurry up with dread!

But today, after years,

Feel as if have returned,

Same sellers, teenagers!

Dear friends at the beach,

Those who talk and preach,

Speaking soft, sweet,

Close eyes, framing, 

Warmonger in painting, 

With bullets, thundering!

Is time to null, stop,

The evil companies!

Withdraw your savings!

Please halt supporting! 

Being part and working

With the ones like Boeing,

Winchester and Lockheed, 

Means killing, murdering!

Talk is of surrender,

Withdrawal, return.

I think of injured, death.

I think of jailed women.

I was there and saw them,

I stood and watched the

Wasps, flies, cockroaches

On cut hand, being fed!

Nobody seems to care,

Strangers, neighbors,

Nor Europe, USA!

Kabul, her government,

Are the balls in a game!

I was there!

I was there!

I was there!

I was in restaurant,

Woman came with her son,

Kicked her out Taliban!

Saw boys were treated,

Like the birds in cages,

Like few lambs, chickens,

Delivered to shepherd:

“Take them out to graze!”

And saw them when returned,

The barber shaved their heads!

Left alone and cornered,

Shah Masood gave order:

“Detonate roads, tunnels,

And all the bridges!”

Only way to be safe

Listening, I watched them,

Carefully, read of them,

Came to conclusion:

“Better learn from the

Swedish behavior,

Try hard for success,

Avoid wasting nights, days!”

Some claim that science,

Is like torch and candle, 

Like Sunlight and Moonlight,

Doubtlessly are not right!

Either they, mean to lie,

Or know not and are lost,

Anyway they are wrong!

Look at the fish, seabirds, 

And the sharks and the whales.

Look at them floating,

On the waves, dead, injured.

Look at the temperatures,

And Lytton on fire.

Look at the Pandemic,

And the manmade virus.

Look at the Ozon and,

Its being on our land!

These are, all, of science,

Despite its advancements.

Even if man landed,

On the Moon and headed,

Far beyond the stars…

Even if we drive,

And cross the oceans,

To fly, have planes,

Mankind made disaster!

By no means science is,

Like Moonlight or Sunlight!

Science is disaster!

Have easel and canvas,

Words are paint, brushes.

On something am working,

To last as masterpiece.

Both rider and his horse 

Are painted for the war. 

His name is Spirit:

“Agent, come and join!”

The man of pen rejects,

Was racist? Or afraid?

The hero cares, repeats: 

“Brother, come please.”

Related is agent,

To Cree, Frog Lake’s.

Is trained specialist:

“Who are you but nothing?”

The rider pulls his gun, 

Aims at him, shoots Thomas.

The hero with friends

Set the church on fire: 

“This place is rotten!”

Settlers’ articles:

“The brainless savage

Needs to learn his lesson!”

Then workers of churches 

With help of government,

Behaved like abattoir, 

Forced the kids in den-jails, 

Exactly like chickens,

Bloody is canvas in a frame! 

No more I shall write of

Fallen lambs on roadsides,

If turn wolves with rabies!

I heard them when herded,

Pleaded, pleaded, pleaded!

Shepherds were brutal,

Even worse, those at top!

Remember hit and run?

Remember making fun?

Remember those insults?

What about when you said:

“Will hang you by the balls!”

I recall when heard them,

Complained of hunger,

Of having no shelter.

I saw you, can picture,

As if was yesterday…

Chest forward and head up,

Selfishly you walked tall: 

“Why should I care at all?”

Heard them beg, mouths dry, 

Their voices weak and soft,

You played own drums…

Saw many girls around,

Among them, you had fun, 

Kept drinking red wine…

With power, got drunk!

Many of poor lambs died, 

Some fought and stood up,  

Turned to wolf with rabies! 

Lunar Month Ramadhan

Can come in summertime.

I recall one summer,

It was hot, hot as hell.

My father was Muslim,

And true believer.