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MELINA SOBI PAINTER
Melina Sobi is a Painter from the USA
The Red Balloon
the little girl
set free the red balloon
it flew over a certain death
free from the pain
of auction
the little girl
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Posted Oct 3, 2018
Painting: Banksy
Painting: Banksy
“I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.”
Kahlil Gibran, The Madman
DEAR MOON
2am
full moon
empty heart
black coal
underneath
wistful
for yesterdays
burning embers
long extinguished
candle wicks
frozen in time
flickers dancing on
window panes
snow
buries me
snowflakes marry me
will you visit
next spring?
full moon
empty heart
black coal
underneath
wistful
for yesterdays
burning embers
long extinguished
candle wicks
frozen in time
flickers dancing on
window panes
snow
buries me
snowflakes marry me
will you visit
next spring?
Dawn
under water
dancing frogs
singing songs of death
funeral marches
ripple over rocks
raining on parades
droplets crimson
painting goldfish red
rivers to the sea
underwater
grave thoughts
will you be visiting
me?
The Soul of the Universe
Look She stares Do you see? The face of humanity? The universe wrapped in two eyes The devil needs no spies Humanity has no disguise |
This space is empty
yes empty what should I put here? |
Flowers, natures way of composing poetry.
Kei behem nameh midi
(Persian Trilogy)
Kheili khosh geli
You hold beauty like a beating heart Caressing the softness of ethereal love You sing kindness in your wistful voice Smiles hidden, come out to dance with your eyes You hold the joy of life in your hands Softly, you fingers sway in the air spreading happiness You are like a spring bird. Wings soar in the sky Bringing magic like rain onto this scorched soulless earth You are the Olive tree, bringing shade and comfort You wrap your arms around others misery and pain You radiate joy, compassion and tranquility Nighttime tears are just for you Ou cheshaye ghashangi dareh She is the softness The smile The heart Kindness seeps Into me She is the one Wisdom and sweetness As she walks by Smiles interlaced My sadness hidden For she is the one Of another jeegareto bokhoram With knife, I cut out my heart for you It was yours when your eyes possessed it With a sword, I cut off my leg Without you, I shall never dance again With a rope I shall hang myself My head was lost at the sight of your loveliness and humility My thoughts carry me back to when I believed of such things IN your eyes, I know this to be true I shall dream of happy days for you My knife may be bloody I can not cut out my tongue For these sweet words of adornment I must confess I will eat your liver As you laugh at a strangers poetry Who dreams of happiness for the other |
Notes: The Titles are in Persian, I love mixing languages and cultures inside of poetry, As the world becomes smaller, hopefully we embrace our diversities, and share them as strengths!
Galmi
Humble angels implore
Kaffirs unsaddle holy alms
If Kings underrate
Hidden Treasures
Thieves enter my house
Demanding all my treasures
They left with all my silver and gold
The fools left the treasure behind
My love and children I still hold
Thieves enter my house
Demanding all my treasures
They left with all my silver and gold
The fools left the treasure behind
My love and children I still hold
Dare to dream Dare to feel free Dare to see Ireland Dare to hold love in your hands Hands that one day caress the lovers grave Rain and tears dancing with the music |
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The voice is magical The dreams unseen Open the imagination Look back to the history For you shall see Music and magic Dancing along with thee |
Mankind
I have always been a man of action, like most men. Actions, movements, goals, all of the material kind and all for the sake of making life for me and those around me better. They say, be a man of action and have not idle hands. Life is a puzzle, a riddle and the answer is never the same, the second go. So here I now a sit, a man of inaction, never more content, never more accomplished. For even I am sedate and sit on a chair, my hands it seems are never idle. My pen follows my thoughts onto the paper below me. With wisdom I use my endeavors in an efficient manner. I see that not all forward thrust brings us forward, nor does negative thought bring us backwards. Actions filtered via the lense of a philosopher or a drinker of wine, have a sobering effect. We can learn from our own past, from our forefathers sweat, most of all we can learn from the one that held us close to the breast. One hundred thousand men can conquer lands or build tall structures, yet its love that builds the strongest of universal structure. For a building that took a thousand years to erect, can be felled within a second or two. So therefore love that often seems frail and weak, is the infinite strength of all time. It binds us physically in ways we understand not. Past, present and future, time melds with our parents and siblings and offspring. We become one, unified over time. So here I sit a man of inaction, with my pen, the ink flows into a tapestry of thoughts that I hope one young brave man will grasp. For it takes but one man, and one idea, to bring happiness to this point in time. The fragrance of this knowledge is truly the secret of our universe. |
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Thought of the Day
Reality is a canvas, and you choose the paints and brushes
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