From my note book

[Maviii]

Hi all ...
I want to share these words with u and take ur opinion about it
am not perfect in writing but i try and i love that

i translate this diary to english so more members can join my company here
the original one is in arabic language and it`s full of deep meanings but
i donno how it`ll look in english anyway the point is in the feeling
and not in strictness or grammar... am sure it has many mistakes

before u read ... bring a coffe or something to drink and relax
then start
...............

the place send for me*

dawn falls..from one end to other.. across the minarets (of a mosque)
and a burning candle on the table.. weeps a clean cotton scent..
and our shadows distorted on the lightened ceiling..

me with pen are writing down some common letters
between four walls like a wide open seas

and mass traces every where .. scattered like beach sands..
and my remainder accumulated clothes which is hanging like if they r
above the palm leaves or branches.. become bored from each others

there were a linen shoe beside the door that i used at home ..
after i saw them they provoke me to wear them and escape..

i open the door and went out for a walk with my lonely shadow..
in this dark bourgeois aurora..

i descend from my thoughts ladder & stop out
to calculate the matrix stones beside each others in thier wrongly shapes...
i feel pity for this street and the other which follows..
`cause there is different kind of weighing and shapes
run over it back and forth..

and there is no rain in july to
erase or wash the boredom from it..

i take out an chalk from my coat
to draw a line & separate every single crooked
between me & all of this
then i keep walking and walking..
this binder escape inside the paper fold
was comic but in wounds taste..

and the morning start to loom ..
and the dawn sweeps the remainder stars
from the sky like sweeping the ash..
here i am lean on the edge of my bed
and the silence all around..
i wanna stay until seven o`clock
to hear the melting souls & to bid farewell the yawning
after yesterday`s uproar..
in this world which define the wonders as he likes
I`ll stay here three hours more
while you are sleeping..tossing or maybe
dreaming in some wonder..
and when the sun shines we`ll alternately change the scene
without a notice ...
I`ll ask the night to let the ink fill with sleepless
wishing it will pick up the only horizon which were reachs me
with the smoke from that near bakery

hey my age mix me with the burning wood smell
or throw me with the wheat atoms..
or scatter me in a million of atoms towards the sky
before the sun rise...and its the only thing
which cames in its same time..without deception..
pulling its golden trains and enter spying through apertures
just to find out whom lost the warmness and grant them it..

to be continued...

p.s
* the title (the place send for me) its more close to
the place conjure me up
i try to translate it simple way but its more close to
conjure up


Hope u like it

[jandros]

Marvelous! Wonderful! So many expansions of thought, vivid impressions, taking everything into the heart of mind, mingling with al of the emotions? ... I don't even want to choose anything as more impressionable than another, but the phrase "this dark bourgeois aurora" ... and "sweeping the ash" ... time that is gone, lost forever? ...

Hope to see more!

[Maviii]

Originally Posted by jandros

Marvelous! Wonderful! So many expansions of thought, vivid impressions, taking everything into the heart of mind, mingling with al of the emotions? ... I don't even want to choose anything as more impressionable than another, but the phrase "this dark bourgeois aurora" ... and "sweeping the ash" ... time that is gone, lost forever? ...

Hope to see more!

am glad u like it .. i really appreciate ur nice words
thank u so much for passing by jandros

[tengrimountain]

"in this dark bourgeois aurora.."

Sniff sniff....one more socialist around here?

[Maviii]

continue...

i was decided to retire the coffe cup this moment
so i bring a big white cup and pour out a papaya fruit juice
inside it which is squeezed in lemon yellow sun color...
i drink it and sip with it my miserable childhood,
and that was the only miserable thing that lefts me
because am longing for it, back to play with the soap bubbles
as a favorite game for me...
This plastic cylinder has had a cover that released out many of bubbles from between two circles every time u flood it in to soap

they were magical bubbles like pearls
and they were flood me too in a spacial deep feeling of happiness
every time i saw them flying with a brilliant colors in a world that has no color...and a strange feel with every swish & breath

but those circles which dont hesitate before they goes high then
exploded was the effective thing that teachs me to never give up
but i realized that too lait
because all my dreams fade like a flower same as my age that time
am not sad for my past days more than am sad for that baby
who doesnt grow up inside me
but just in his body and his face features by time.

i wonder why making a baby was like weaving a piece of wool
without concerning about the final shape that it`ll comes in!

is it time to let the procreant know that
maybe thier babies came without a sleeve!
or maybe his color get pale and his fiber get inferior what ever
kind is it...if they dont take good care of it as they should!

my thoughts toss like this until 5:00 am
and there isnt anything here but just the ventilator sound while
its round and round & the clock pointer rounds with its cripple ticktacks ....tick tack tick tack

The echo of the sad bells was tolling inside me
and you dont know ..nor me where do we reach
beside this dawn darkness that matured since eternity...

[jandros]

Originally Posted by tengrimountain

"in this dark bourgeois aurora.."

Sniff sniff....one more socialist around here?

Tengri, I know you have a sensitive side :-) ..... let it out, just let it out!

Ummm ... bubbles floating, like the light happiness of dreams. But disappointment and sadness and loneliness are heavy, like lead, but in contradiction, also deafening in their suppressive silence. Happiness drifts away into the sunlight. But sadness captures itself, collapses onto itself, and then it tries to pull everything into its heavy, magnetic darkness ...? But there is always light, somewhere, and even though it has no mass, it can "lightly", gently, pierce the deepest voids of darkness. The darkness is from the dawn? A new day is just now approaching!

Your imagery is beautiful, it inspires