tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63042492011-04-21T12:24:33.759-07:00Just something to keep me in touchThere isn't much to say anymore...
Not here!kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comBlogger1031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1098159322320998482004-10-18T21:13:00.000-07:002004-10-18T21:15:22.320-07:00I have enough enemies in my head
I don't want another voice added to it
I want to hear nice things
I want you to be my ally
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1097118850372436732004-10-06T20:13:00.000-07:002004-10-06T20:14:10.373-07:00i don't want money
i don't want a car
i don't want a house
i just want companionship
that's all
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1088352888345185642004-06-27T09:07:00.000-07:002004-06-27T09:14:48.346-07:00open up your heart
and intentions
don't hide things
be honest
everything will be fine
don't stay in one dimension
make a circle and look from
other people's eyes
i mean really look
leave your head for a while
get some help
see a shrink
open your heart
clean your head
be simple
stop the battle
you created in your mind
don't fight yourself
be nice to yourself
see yourself as the one
and only kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1087268536737094682004-06-14T19:59:00.000-07:002004-06-14T20:02:16.736-07:00could it be that we've become
so bitter by the world
that our views are so cloudy
that we can't see the beauty
in things
or that we think the road
to happiness has not outlet.
I want to wash the dirt off
of my glasses and see things
in a brand new way.
i wanna be happy
The end.kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1087110706147807412004-06-13T00:08:00.000-07:002004-06-13T00:17:30.403-07:00AND
when the whisky
begins to do it's
magic
don't be afraid
to pitch a tent
in the middle of
the grass field
where the cows graze
and sleep with a sense
of peace that all the walking
was to get you here
to the middle of nowhere
so you know you are not
bound to anything
you only have
you
and your prayer
show me the way
to the mosque
or the nearest bar
either will do
but wait till
i awake from
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1087110365086185122004-06-13T00:00:00.000-07:002004-06-13T00:06:05.086-07:00pink salmon
hot chelo kabob
bAghalee polo
the old lady
checking her teeth
in a pocket mirror
at the table
smile
say hello
be polite
don't offend anyone
by being free
they may think you're 'strange'
don't deny what happens in your head
sip on the wine, give it quick twirl
let it sit on your tounge
and swallow
now drink the whole glass
take off your tie
tie your shoes
minimize your ego
and dancekayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1086836757568111302004-06-09T20:05:00.000-07:002004-06-09T20:05:57.570-07:00Empty
empty
empty
emtpy
...kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1086836739886630242004-06-09T20:03:00.000-07:002004-06-09T20:05:39.886-07:00as a kid i used to say:
There is something i want
but i don't know what it is
i got everything else
every toy, every clothes, every thing
but that thing i was missing
and i'm still searching
where is it?
Where do i look?
is it a person, a thing...?
does it even exist?
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1086836385093119012004-06-09T19:57:00.000-07:002004-06-09T19:59:45.093-07:00i reach
for anything
to help me
except myself
many have tried
but there is something
I cannot pinpoint
that paralyzes me
and all my energy is busy
with that thing.
If I could just see it
don't every worry about hurting me
i do that to myself all the time.
honesty is all i want.kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1086831548941972342004-06-09T18:33:00.000-07:002004-06-09T18:39:08.940-07:00I wanna go somewhere
where i can forget myself
I wanna forget everything forever
I just wanna feel my movements
I wanna dance
I just wanna watch the mind
play it's games without me
and eventually fizzle away
I wanna lay on the beach
I wanna forget myself
i just wanna dance
I wanna hug everyone
i wanna love everything so much
that i become exhausted and pass out
so i can do it all over again
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1086795244553785692004-06-09T08:29:00.000-07:002004-06-09T08:34:04.553-07:00Sobha nAn o panirak bekhorim
va bekArim nahAli sarre har piche kalAm
va bepAshim miyAn do hajA tokhme sokoot.
...
va naporsim kojAyeem
va naporsim ke favAreye aghbAl kojAst
va naporsim pedarhAye pedar che nasimi, che shabi dashtand...
-sohrab sepehrikayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1086745157509075362004-06-08T18:35:00.000-07:002004-06-08T18:39:17.510-07:00It's time once again
to start fresh
tabula rasa
no judgments
no labels
just observe and listen
to the unbiased beat
and joyous rhythm of life
and once seperation knocks
and tries to throw off this
rhythm
i will know it's just my ego
seperate egos will always fight
but heart never lies
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1086744922742152922004-06-08T18:24:00.000-07:002004-06-08T18:35:22.743-07:00when i acknowleged you
this afternoon by giving
you a nodd of my head
and a quick smile
I was recognizing your existance
and appreciating how you contribute
to this world simply by working hard
all day to put up somebody's fence
or paint their house or haul the cement
out of someone's truck and help them
rebuild their fancy swimming pool
You are not just "cheap labor"
and when you waved to me kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1086639102468219312004-06-07T13:08:00.000-07:002004-06-07T13:11:42.466-07:00So, i'm quoting philosphers
because the monkeys in my
head are chatting really loud
and in order to shut them up
I need some allies
it's either pop or plato
it's either snoop dogg or Hegel
what to do :) kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1086638825494175052004-06-07T13:04:00.000-07:002004-06-07T13:07:05.493-07:00When it is the duty to love the men we see, then one must first and foremost give up all fanciful and extravagant ideas about a dream world where the object of love is to be sought and found; that is, one must become sober, win actuality and truth by finding and continuing in the world of actuality as the task assigned to one.
- Works of Love
It is human self-renunciation when a man denies kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1086637260914494772004-06-07T12:37:00.000-07:002004-06-07T12:49:00.390-07:00"When you label me, you negate me"
-kierkegaardkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1086324029987175322004-06-03T21:40:00.000-07:002004-06-03T21:40:29.986-07:00appreciate
v 1: recognize with gratitude; be grateful for 2: be fully aware of; realize fully
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1086323759712967902004-06-03T21:29:00.000-07:002004-06-03T21:38:02.386-07:00Within the dimensions of my mind
I think
and I react to the pain
of the world around me
and have fears of the unknown
and the known
and once i step out
of that dimension
the heart begins to speak
and draws me near the source
the source that can heal
me
and give me peace
so I can give peace and healing
to whatever surrounds me
and to be patiant, forgiving and compassionate
to myself
only then I kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1085850006549718092004-05-29T09:59:00.000-07:002004-05-29T10:00:06.550-07:00"I want to know God's thoughts; the rest are details."
A.Einsteinkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1085849767681748542004-05-29T09:44:00.000-07:002004-05-29T10:10:11.000-07:00I'm just a random boy
been chosen
to be born
and live
in this world
Everything
has been provided for me
Sun is shining
Moon is guiding
My body is free
It's healthy
I'm not an amputee
my mind is well...
somewhat free
if I let it be
I have food
shelter and family
Friends and a chance to live in one of
the most beautiful places in the world
How do I dare not care?
How can I be ungreatful?
Howkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1085702712559683192004-05-27T17:02:00.000-07:002004-05-27T17:05:12.560-07:00Another Albert Einstein quote:
Just couldn't resist :)
"A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.
This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a fewkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1085702534914936702004-05-27T17:01:00.000-07:002004-05-27T17:02:14.916-07:00Be ready to catch the wave
when the next one gets here
:)kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1085600823346761202004-05-26T12:46:00.000-07:002004-05-26T12:47:03.346-07:00"We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them."
Albert Einsteinkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1085261148913892072004-05-22T14:23:00.000-07:002004-05-22T14:25:48.913-07:00All You can eat buffet
at an Indian restaurant
makes your clothes
smell for the rest of day
mango lassys
are tasty and sweet
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1084943109019322452004-05-18T22:04:00.001-07:002004-05-18T22:05:09.020-07:00I was thinking,
then it hit me!
that's the problem.kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1084849272980245592004-05-17T20:00:00.000-07:002004-05-17T20:43:51.786-07:00rahA konkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1084849214399589782004-05-17T19:59:00.000-07:002004-05-17T20:00:33.656-07:00Ablimookayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1084849149655075212004-05-17T19:57:00.000-07:002004-05-17T19:59:09.656-07:00digge hichi
aha
chi
areh
ha
kos nagoo
khob
didi?
areh, ah ok
khob
pas dige chi
aha
na
arehhhh
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1084429246495081462004-05-12T23:19:00.000-07:002004-05-12T23:20:46.496-07:00Lust creates the desire to possess
Posession creates the desire to murder
The things you like, others like too
Learn to let go of the things you like
-spring, summer, fall, winter, and springkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1084036067497294932004-05-08T10:06:00.000-07:002004-05-08T10:12:17.186-07:00Paint pictures
with your words
make films
take pictures
Paint
sing
dance
hug
kiss
love
lay by the beach
watch the birds
relax, breathe
become musickayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1083982871624416792004-05-07T19:12:00.000-07:002004-05-07T19:25:40.340-07:00kos o sher
is in the airkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1083849382989387712004-05-06T06:10:00.000-07:002004-05-06T06:23:16.140-07:00Mr. Shoemaker
I have a pair of leather shoes
with a ripped tongue
in need of replacement
I can also use a new heal
I'm going for a long walk
around our world
I'll talk about you to the people
I meet and how you've
helped me get to them
dastest dard nakonnekayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1083354385758513742004-04-30T12:39:00.000-07:002004-04-30T12:50:44.246-07:00Do you know your own demons?
I mean - really
Deep down in that part of your mind
Do you know you may have a disease?
It's not you -
It's not your talent
They're infections
like a cut on your arm
if not treated will get infected
your mind is the same
It's your disease,
your pain and
you're addiction to pain
Don't look far
It's closer than you think
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1083333190263859762004-04-30T06:47:00.000-07:002004-04-30T07:02:52.700-07:00vAy be hAle roozee
ke hattA khoDA ro ham label konim!
to even try to describe what can't be described
and blame God for the way we are
This morning I'll ponder on that
while I sip on my tasty latte - hmmmmm
knowing full well that it is ONLY by
the grace of the creator that I can even
taste, smell, see, touch, feel
even use my brilliant mind
Now I'll get up
shower, change and goto peets for my kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1083307015858737022004-04-29T23:31:00.000-07:002004-04-29T23:41:13.700-07:00Sometimes You try and help someone
pour your heart out
and reach deep down within
with God's help and the best tools
at your disposal try and try and try
to make them see the picture
from another angel
And that's all you can do
but the mind just has a mind of it's own
too strong even for king kong
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1083094531845012472004-04-27T12:33:00.000-07:002004-04-27T12:39:46.186-07:00another thing i forgot to say
have you noticed
most of the time
the person we talk to the most
and hold the most conversations with
is ourselves
What do You and you talk about the most?
:)
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1083093473528522482004-04-27T12:15:00.000-07:002004-04-27T12:27:21.840-07:00my random
episodes of brain fart
doesn't change the fact
that most of us are
searching to satisfy our
own needs
I'm gonna jerk off again
and if you feel disgusted
by the thought, then
label me a pervert and
go back to your self made
contradictory philosophy
Do you like how I labeld you
Ok. so I'm self projecting
or talking to myself
the best arguments I have
are with myself.
but there is kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1083093233884844742004-04-27T12:06:00.000-07:002004-04-27T12:18:08.500-07:00Mind -
What a wonderful thing to waste -
Mind -
It has it's own rules, philosophy, and serves itself for itself
We're all so brilliant and talented
yet the very thing that makes us what we think we are
holds us back - stuck and imprisoned
I'll masterbate now and forget what i just said
so would you
if you were in your right mind
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1083035514078676782004-04-26T20:10:00.000-07:002004-04-26T20:16:07.840-07:00Now,
I'll make my ego
so small
that it will fit through
an eye of a needle
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1082702163458039762004-04-22T23:35:00.000-07:002004-04-22T23:40:11.686-07:00makes me sad
but i'll keep it to myself
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1082304801200883852004-04-18T09:08:00.000-07:002004-04-18T09:17:23.263-07:00I don't wanna sound like one of those people who just bitch, moan and complain about life and don't do anything about it.
or the one's who thrive in misery and need active comiserators
amma khodemoonim - what the fuck?
is it really worth sacrificing my own "dreams" for a stable dysfunctional family re-union (long term i might add)
in hamme sAl ke har ki fekr e kos o koon e khodesh bood hAlA I kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1081914927963382502004-04-13T20:53:00.000-07:002004-04-13T20:59:24.043-07:00I thought i had something to say
but nothing comes out
except that I sat and watched the spider
on the window today at work
then the clouds behind it moving slowly to the east
i'm out of touch with my core today
i feel disconnected from all that surrounds me
my mind is beginning to rule again
but this will have to stop
once i hear my hearbeat againkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1081576489487469902004-04-09T22:52:00.000-07:002004-04-09T22:58:39.403-07:00When she called me at 1:30 in the morning Atlanta time
she was still sowing
She has arthiritis now, and thank goodness she's taking
care of herself a little more these dayskayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1081013234681149532004-04-03T09:21:00.000-08:002004-04-03T09:30:56.013-08:00The connection
of hearts
and the realization of your
God given talent
and following your heart
and disposing of your fears, and the shadows.
hearts are all connected to one another
and ultimately
to One main Beat
yea?kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1080620636963055182004-03-29T20:17:00.000-08:002004-03-29T20:27:32.076-08:00I gotta find the time
to forget time
to slow down
I gotta remember to keep it all seperate
I gotta remember the source
When things seem dark
I have to remember it's in my head
I have to remember that this may be the last time I am looking at the world
and instantly appreciate what I have
I gotta eat ghand with my chayee
I gotta find my dampAyee
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1080408076729179902004-03-27T09:11:00.000-08:002004-03-27T09:25:43.670-08:00I hear there is a farmer's market
I'm going to the ferry plaza
to shop for grapes and sourdough bread
gonna buy some seeds and feed the birds
gonna buy a dream machine and
record your subconscious at dawn
I'm gonna make motion pictures
I'm gonna make pictures
picutres, pictures, pictures
gonna make a story from pictures
I'm gonna cut them and put them in a book
gonna put the pineapples in the kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1079882470547725352004-03-21T07:21:00.000-08:002004-03-21T07:26:17.123-08:00Akemashite Omedetou Gozaimasu
Godt Nytt Ar
S Novym Godom
Feliz Año Nuevo
Yeni Yiliniz Kutlu Olsun
Aide shoma mobarak
Xin nian yu kuai
Happy New Year
Buon Capo d'Anno
Maligayang Bagong Taonkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1079426180818058582004-03-16T00:35:00.000-08:002004-03-16T00:39:36.793-08:00sarram dard mikone az kAr o computer o har chi az in shitAst...
fuck it bAbA aaaaaaaaakh tof...kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1079401107292391902004-03-15T17:37:00.000-08:002004-03-15T17:43:20.623-08:00A million footsteps, this left foot drags behind my right
But I keep walking, from daybreak 'til the falling night
And as days turn into weeks and years
And years turn into lifetimes
I just keep walking, like I've been walking for a thousand years
Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
If you're walking to escape, to escape from your kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1079252694484509222004-03-14T00:21:00.000-08:002004-03-14T00:29:52.606-08:00See this Film if you have a chance.kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1079234511616018292004-03-13T18:52:00.000-08:002004-03-13T19:25:56.966-08:00The old man stared quietly at the fire truck that drove through the parking lot.
He was holding a gallon of purified water in each hand.
"Going up"? I asked while holding the elevator for him
"Yes", he said quietly as he walked towards me, his blue shirt neatly tucked in and covered by a square texan belt, his white hair slicked back.
"Did you see the fire truck"? he asked me worriedly.
"Yes I kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1079232260375462702004-03-13T18:42:00.000-08:002004-03-13T18:47:33.200-08:00"Slowness, that's the key to Happiness"
-Monsieur Ibrahimkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1079059501025995112004-03-11T18:39:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:52:09.653-08:00Crossroads
the times
we make major decisions
or minor ones
fly or die
back or forward
past or future
up or down
leave or stay
open or close
It's tough
but we've either
made the choice
or someone or
something is going to make
it for us
either we take charge
or let life carry us.
choices
in every single moment
time is ticking
what do you choose?
hold each other's hands
come on. it's ok do itkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1079057322119430552004-03-11T18:07:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:25:18.826-08:00The Demons are back
The Demons are back
They follow me
I push them back
I'm drinking again
night and night again
I slip into the past
I fly out of my body
and when i get too high
I fall back down and wake up
in a shock of fear
someone save me
something help me
I fear death
The demons are here.
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1078208539913528332004-03-01T22:22:00.000-08:002004-03-01T22:25:16.746-08:00Keeping Quiet
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language,
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness…
If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1078102682688170082004-02-29T16:38:00.000-08:002004-02-29T17:18:28.716-08:00You know...
I'm sad . i don't know why... I feel this sadness all around me from the folks I was around this weekend. I just wanna slam my head against the wall... may i just drank too much...anyways... let me move on
I don't want to have a philosophy of my own. The companions of my mind are just shadows from the past.
I'd rather read a nice book or someone else's philosophy.
Infact, I don'tkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1078013194896931912004-02-28T16:04:00.000-08:002004-02-28T16:09:28.873-08:00Dear Upstairs neighbor,
You've clogged up my pipes once before down here
A garbage disposal is not the same as a garbage can.
Thank You
#101 kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1077548719082424842004-02-23T06:48:00.000-08:002004-02-23T07:08:40.950-08:00Hiding behind a facade again?
Feeling safe?
The sheild made of friends getting stronger?
A new fantasy being drawn out?
and put into action?
Giving the illusion of control to someone?
The fish always thinks he's going to bite into it's prey
Only to find out the prey is actually the bait
I guess we're all in this dance together
When the games are done
and the friends are all gone fishing kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1077255804979308632004-02-19T21:42:00.000-08:002004-02-19T21:46:06.403-08:00All you gotta do is Submit
And Admit
and truly come to terms with
the realization that you are
not really youkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1077255506795574542004-02-19T21:35:00.000-08:002004-02-19T21:41:08.280-08:00Inside the doors are sealed to love
Inside my heart is sleeping
Inside the fingers of my glove
Inside the bones of my right hand
Inside it's colder than the stars
Inside the dogs are weeping
Inside the circus of the wind
Inside the clocks are filled with sand
Inside she'll never hurt me
Inside the winter's creeping
Inside the compass of the night
Inside the folding of the land
Outside the kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1076911520401524162004-02-15T22:00:00.000-08:002004-02-15T22:07:56.873-08:00You ever communicated with a deaf person before?
It's so pleasant...
I was talking to a girl a few nights ago and she can not hear at all... but she reads lips and has learned to speak so well and control her tone of voice so much that you cannot tell she can't hear herself.
when you talk to her it makes you so incredibly aware of every movement of your lips and your facial experssions. It also kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1076733756411381142004-02-13T20:38:00.000-08:002004-02-13T20:45:40.403-08:00shhhhhhhh!!!kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1076724195347172142004-02-13T17:59:00.000-08:002004-02-13T18:05:48.860-08:00I've finally figured it out...
The key to having a successful relationship
is having 2 relationships
One mate for companionship and building a future together
One really hot, sizzling, juicy stripper girl who doesn't wear underwear and wears tight pants and has a bangin' body and a cute face and wears enough make up to cover the wrinkles
for going out on the town and having sex with in the kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1076389905059622462004-02-09T21:10:00.000-08:002004-02-09T21:14:13.106-08:00Native American Prayer
----------------
I give you this
One thought to keep
I am with you still
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken
In the morning's hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars
That shine at night.
Do not kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075958343782638642004-02-04T21:18:00.000-08:002004-02-04T21:21:24.826-08:00O Lord, make me an instrument of Thy Peace!
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is discord, harmony.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sorrow, joy.
---
The Peace Prayer of Saint Franciskayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075774916762982172004-02-02T18:20:00.000-08:002004-02-02T18:26:12.670-08:00Don't let something tragic
like a death of a loved one
or yourself
be the time you wake up from
your senses
Love, put away differences,
and Forgive one another
Life is passing bykayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075741003778232932004-02-02T08:39:00.000-08:002004-02-02T08:59:01.653-08:00Can't figure out just yet
if it's because they read so much
dosteovsky and heidegger that they
actually adopted them as their mind's companions
Or was it their old friends who read existentialist authors who influenced them
or they are really that rude, and crude?
It's not my place to judge people.
I am finding peace in my solitude and there is no need
to take comfort in changing "friends" who kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075708330098092422004-02-01T23:52:00.000-08:002004-02-01T23:56:06.653-08:00I offer you peace.
I offer you joy.
I offer you friendship.
I hear your needs.
I see your beauty.
Our wisdom comes from
a Higher Source.
Our wisdom comes from
a deeper source.
I honor that Source in you.
---
Ancient Sufi prayer
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075670385951236592004-02-01T13:17:00.000-08:002004-02-01T13:22:02.466-08:00Ave Maria, gratia plena
Dominus tecum
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God
Pray for us sinners
Now, and at the hour of our deathkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075621292912886652004-01-31T23:35:00.000-08:002004-01-31T23:43:48.280-08:00A Cry of a Ney
The beat of daf and
the strum of setar
A blond
playing Ud
singing
sweet songs from Azerbaijan
with her silky voice
and I'm on cloud 9
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075620836363764202004-01-31T23:31:00.000-08:002004-01-31T23:37:51.936-08:00Listen to this reed how it complains:
it is telling a tale of separations.
Saying, "Ever since I was parted from the reed-bed,
man and woman have moaned in (unison with) my lament.
I want a bosom torn by severance,
that I may unfold (to such a one) the pain of love-desire.
Every one who is left far from his source
wishes back the time when he was united with it.
In every company I uttered mykayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075570728212903312004-01-31T09:28:00.000-08:002004-01-31T09:42:25.640-08:00Dear Shrink,
What a fucked up mess
You've gotten yourself into.
I tell you, one minute I'm enjoying my
chayee shirin, noon o panir and morabAye gol
the next minute I wanna punch a hole through the wall
You know, no matter how my progress seems to them
or to You
The truth is I don't need anyone's fucking sympathy or for
them to encourage me.
I thought about taking my supportive friends morabAye kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075323275933749202004-01-28T12:52:00.000-08:002004-01-28T12:58:35.310-08:00Back to Reality
Back to good times
Back to my talents
Back to my passions
Out of prison
flying high
Back to beautiful things
and to truly beautiful
people with big hearts
Back to people who think
of Heart(s) instead of needs
Back to life as I knew
it when I was me...
:))))
back to A to the L to the I
Back to pure ecstasy
-----
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075257618881193102004-01-27T18:39:00.000-08:002004-01-27T18:42:28.653-08:00KhAnoomA raghs
AghAyoon Dast
HAlA bar aks...
didididiididiidiid
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075257583904319272004-01-27T18:38:00.000-08:002004-01-27T18:41:53.670-08:00I'm nothin but smiles
cheek to cheek baby
Thank You....
:)
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075147733285765182004-01-26T12:05:00.000-08:002004-01-26T12:12:00.530-08:00You see the 70 year old
fragile woman
with her running socks
upto her knees and
her blue snow cap
and red gloves
running on the side
walk. Her bones
are weak and she is
about to break
but that doesn't stop
her from caring for her
body and her soul
You're in this world
Like it or not.
What's You and I's excuse?
Have courage
and mighty forces
will come to your
Aid.kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075045109329647712004-01-25T07:35:00.000-08:002004-01-25T07:40:35.733-08:00Perhaps
You'll never understand
my need to shut off my
mind
and look for my
Heart
If you went through
1/2 the shit I did
You'd know why
I do what I do
I hover above it
all. I have no
choice but to keep
this mind in check
otherwise it would
have killed me
a long time ago
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075044431547651292004-01-25T07:24:00.000-08:002004-01-25T07:29:18.043-08:00Hi "Friends"
Thank You
for your support
during these times
It means so
much to me to know
how much you care
----
I'm kidding you
idiots
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1075044247299482442004-01-25T07:22:00.000-08:002004-01-25T07:26:31.670-08:00Hurry Hurry Hurry
Get a Date
Hurry Hurry Hurry
Before it's too late
Here comes another
Episode with the next
partner who'll save you
Have you checked your
price tag lately
Don't sell yourself cheap
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074963429780728282004-01-24T08:49:00.000-08:002004-01-24T08:59:14.496-08:00Dear Ex.
I thought you should know
I wish you healing and love
I wish you strength and wisdom
to deal with yourself
and love yourself without relying
on anyone else - no one but YOU.
I wish you see your true self
in a mirror everyday.
love,
xkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074962685002361302004-01-24T08:39:00.000-08:002004-01-24T08:48:30.996-08:00Dear mother from the past,
At age 7
Thank You so much for telling me
such nice things like:
"I wish you weren't born"
"You're the cause of all my problems"
"You'll never amount to anything"
"I'm tired of you"
Thank You for twisting my ear
and locking me up in a room like a dog
while i yelled and kicked to be let out
Thank You for at least taking me
to my grandmothers when you
went out with your kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074878278693521312004-01-23T09:17:00.000-08:002004-01-23T09:20:32.796-08:00I say happy new year
to a co-worker whom I thought
was chinese for a whole year
come to find out he's philipino
:)kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074876290527242782004-01-23T08:43:00.000-08:002004-01-23T08:46:54.013-08:00Delam VAsse oonvare donya
Kheilee tang shode
kesee hast bereem didan?
Tehran.
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074737505378703952004-01-21T18:09:00.000-08:002004-01-21T18:13:47.090-08:00How long can
I hold my tears
I fear I will explode
and there will be
no one to hear
how long can I
pay for not knowing
whether I was loved
or just used
or just abandoned
for being percieved as
weak
I am fucking weak
that much I admit
Taste the salt in
your mouth
as my tears fall
on your face
I am weakkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074737321673082362004-01-21T18:01:00.000-08:002004-01-21T18:10:43.436-08:00Welcome,
boys and girls
to the world
of instant gratification
where I love yous are
given out like
snicker bars and milk
a world where the heart
is the last thing on
your consciousness
and needs and desires
of a happily ever after
attract other beings
in a smoke filled bar
Welcome
boys and girls
to a world
where confidance
and arrogance
are regarded
as necessary qualites
and compassion and kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074704358041921012004-01-21T08:52:00.000-08:002004-01-21T09:03:38.733-08:00Dear Ego,
You continue to
serve your
self righteous
needs
"I'm so famous"
"I'm an actress
"I'm talented"
"I'm sooooo pretty and toxic"
"everyone wants me..."
"I'm irresitable"
"I'm a free thinker"
"I'm an arm chair politician"
"I know the solution to world hunger"
"I know the history of blah blah"
You are not real.
a healthy dose of you is nice
to have but when you take
over our life, then I'mkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074618075060108802004-01-20T08:59:00.000-08:002004-01-20T09:03:15.030-08:00Dear Future,
I am surrendering
to the Present
by
removing all
judgements
about myself
everyone
and everything
I will keep this
beautiful mind
in check since
it's decieved me
in the past and
I will listen
with my heart
for the next step
towards you
I hear birds outside
my window. I must go
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074529907625874102004-01-19T08:31:00.000-08:002004-01-19T08:33:45.780-08:00Lights
Camera,
Cut.kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074455288710237162004-01-18T11:29:00.000-08:002004-01-18T12:07:25.793-08:00Dear Past,
Good morning.
I'm throwing you
away today
preferabely by burning your images in a bond fire
or perhaps ripping you into pieces and giving
you to the wind over the Golden Gate bridge
I hope the wind blows hard today
Dear Past -
I want you gone
I've had enough
of being tangled up
in your web of illusions
and the colorful cage
you imprisoned me within.
I'm gonna cut you away today
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074386637179351502004-01-17T16:41:00.000-08:002004-01-17T18:27:30.356-08:00The dichotomy
of the female
Anatomy
According to my
diseased
brain features
a pair of tits
for nurture
and
a pair of horns
for torture
you stab me
then feedme your milk
I taste your warmth
and bleed on your cold heart
take your weapon
of choice
and ...
well, just take it away
I want neither kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074314117277620102004-01-16T20:34:00.000-08:002004-01-16T20:37:11.950-08:00All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places - worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere - going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression - no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow - no tommorow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074304851491564842004-01-16T17:50:00.000-08:002004-01-16T18:02:46.513-08:00breathe
so i know you are with me
Let me taste you
as I lay you down
and wrap my arms
around your shoulders
let me watch you as you
breathe
Let's flip a coin and see
who will give in first
doesn matter much
I'm not in competition
I just want to feel warm
I just want to feel safe
breathe
and look at me like
i'm the only one
be here fully
let me hear you laugh
and let me hear you cry
I like it kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1074224042444306702004-01-15T19:32:00.000-08:002004-01-15T19:36:17.483-08:00take out the razor
and shave the hair
around my nipples
girl
cause i'm about to
get naked up
in here.
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1073975300890642702004-01-12T22:27:00.000-08:002004-01-12T22:28:41.890-08:00I swear on my father's grave
This is all real
This is all me
You still wanna know me?kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1073975123822137642004-01-12T22:21:00.000-08:002004-01-12T22:25:44.860-08:00I never told
because i chose
to cover myself
with layers
upon layers
of lies
It affected EVERYTHING
including my partners
specially them
so
the truth
stayed
hidden from me
from you
and all whom I cared for
and cared for me
I was ashamed
and I am still shamed
and still terrified
of your judgements
you know me now
and you have alwayskayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1073974361921554762004-01-12T22:07:00.000-08:002004-01-12T22:14:12.666-08:00I shake as I write
partly cause i'm cold
partly cause i'm naked
in front of my cam
waiting to exhibit myself
you used to excite the parts
of my brain that were diseased
the parts that were in pain
but i admit... it was what it was
and i'm still left with my disease
and the monster
and the rapist boy and his neighbor
the way he boasted to him
about me and what i did
"you wanna come along to the kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1073960270630704712004-01-12T18:14:00.000-08:002004-01-12T18:18:38.393-08:00Hi
What u doin
nothing
Let me see your picture
Are you naked?
I wanna show you something...
what is it?
I just want you to watch me...
doing what?
.....
I'm an addict.
don't judge me pleasekayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1073959973232554212004-01-12T18:09:00.000-08:002004-01-12T18:13:48.116-08:00The me you knew is dead
I killed him long ago
Now, i'm a bit wiser
stornger, sharper
healthier
The me you knew is dead
He was a pussy
A coward
a vicitm of 2 years of abuse in a basement
neglect
The me you knew is dead
it was in my head
and i layed with it in your bed
but i was too busy with him to know
you are were also there.
kayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1073939606266880822004-01-12T12:31:00.000-08:002004-01-12T12:33:47.096-08:00how long will I be a vicitm of you
raping me for your friendship
the rainy nights in the basement
when i was 10
you told me you would be my friend
If I helped you with your sick disease
no doubt you were in need of help
but i was just a child who needed
friendskayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304249.post-1073939445767223682004-01-12T12:30:00.000-08:002004-01-12T12:31:06.630-08:00"Do you like hot cocoa"?
"Sit down i'll make you a cup"
hmmm... it feels nice. Thank You. You're always so kind to me
These four walls suffocate me inside
It's nice to have friends in my headkayvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17752412804084924226noreply@blogger.com