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Wednesday, May 3, 2017

A poem that was never written

Un poème, jamais écrit.
شعری که هرگز نوشته نشد
Стихотворение, никогда не написанное
Once upon a time..
Planet Earth was thriving with life.
Civilization they called humans.
Reached the edges of knowledge
Created art, technology, and science
Wrote books of all kinds
Pierced the skies and landed on the moon
Circled Jupiter, recorded bursts
From the Sun.
Argued with philosophy
And wrote beautiful poetry.
But they never got mature enough
To value knowledge over ignorance
Reality over fiction, fantasy or mythology
And reason over nonsense
They lived in an illusion
Looking for proofs in hallucinations.
What they called the twenty-first century
Made it be their last
Some of them even looked forward
To destruction, to rupture
So a man from the sky, can come and save them.
They killed each other
Destroyed the planet
made it uninhabitable to life.
Just because they wanted myths to win
And truth to get buried
Under the noise of lies
Under the ashes of ego
And the falsehood.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

In The Beginning

Happy Spring all
❤️❤️❤️❤️
Act one.
In the silence of nothingness
I see a curtain goes aside
Nobody blinks
No one breathes
A tiny sparkle
Smaller than an atom
Or an electron or a quark
Starts dancing before it explodes.
The world is created.
Everybody is mesmerized
All look forward
But I try to pay attention
Somehow I feel
I left something behind
I look back
Just on time
To catch the ending credits
From a leaving showcase.
I see bold letters
THE END.
Suddenly it hits me.
I have seen those acts before.
There always have been
Act One before.
So many times
All the way to infinity.
I see electrons, saying goodbyes
To each other
Some with happy faces.
Some have shocked emotions.
One says: What the H?
I see his dad, puts a finger of Silence
On his lips
Mom says traveling to Neverland
To ultimate nothingness
To non-existence
Was always our path
Our destiny
We are going to be observers
Laughing observers
With no responsibility
No one to answer too.
Well done
So long all.
Meet you on the other side
In nothingness
****
Now after fourteen billion years.
In this version of  act one
I remember like yesterday
Those goodbyes. Those worries
And assurances of mom and dad.
And I realize.
My soul is eternal.
Always travels back and forth
Between nothingness
And the world of existence.
I make the rules, I create worlds.
Then I abide by those rules.
Then I end it
And start all over again.
Kabuli
March 18, 2017.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

NOT YOUR WORLD

A tyrant said
You don't like my world
Just leave.
I laughed
And laughed some more.
The more I laugh
The madder he gets.
******
Your world?
Since when was it yours?
Since the day I was born
This is my world.
I change it with.my mind
With my values
Make it transform
Around me.
I am not a destroyer like you
I am a maker
My action is love
Not hate like yours.
Love is the currency
Of this world
My world.
Hate is counterfeit.
You can exchange it once
You can exchange it twice.
At the end people will recognize
What is fake
What has no value
*****
Love buys every time
It will never fall
Out of style
It is the real thing.

By Kabuli
Valentine's day 2017
My world.. Seattle