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Best Poems Written by Zhian Mostofi

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Living In a Glass House

Meme-Shatter 


The volume of a certain something

does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation

or its brevity by relation


Once you strike a chord,

It's moment of breath

Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest


Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success

is evident in the lack of evidence

Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence


You're an ancient old trick

but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head

But in my seductive grin


I am too an old trick

But I stand closest to the cauldron

Stirring green the ocean

To make way for that final moment

When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice;

The waves come crashing to the coasts

Coming for my broken souls

With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows


Taking off into tomorrow

With a calmed, relieved breath

Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape

Now, in compassionate presence


Because after all,

Can't have nothing without 'how'

How: being everything that has ever been conceived of.

So, what have You left out?

You've become ignorant of your own shining features

Forgotten feathers from a bow

Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow

All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself...

And now, its time for show


Up close and personal

Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow

Opened-close a shut case

Without remorse or concern or thirst,

Because all this, will soon be Unearthed

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Sacrificial Ritual

All answers want to be given unto you
As swiftly as you can illustrate them
Point to their essence, serenade them
Aboard this passing ship, my view casts not a glare, nor reflection, nor stare,
Roaming freely as the Earth through the timeless air

My outer shell is my greatest inception
Yet as time comes to a crashing halt,
The faintest glimpse of the Strange and the Familiar approach together 
As the rime of my belt

A horticulturist’s dream says I 
The blackened period that wallows alive
Deprived, sanctioned and walking the line
As our guest is herded out
And suddenly the animal turns its other side

Now in your stomach I wait
Leaving a silent trail of breadcrumbs
Leading to the foothills of the gates
Who, discovery alluded, hadn’t a face

I am after all a sarcastic utterance
Which after years fade into the gloaming of dawn,
Reveals itself a mutterance undone

A muse, a choice, a song
A faro stow-away,
A shy allurement enclosed in a darker response
Building expeditiously my patient getaway car
Holding stead readily around the block

and clocks fall off their "ATTENTION!"
to the approaching sound of
 someone else's Hum-drumm

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Caricature

The mouth, 
It enters with a crisp tongue and a spinning pendulum
Like a stick-shift on 4 pivots
Making its way through a flourishing garden
Delicious sounds wisp as smoke through pardons
Painting destructive criticism with delicate regard and
Proceeding as moth with flame, eyre in eyre
and skein in skein
Somewhere in the reigns, meaning becomes tangled in the wings
As it writes a story of friction
The diction of the beginning, end and enduring ambience
As was, is, and needn't admit 
It grips the listening agents and moves to the foregrounds of their lips
Roses blush from the insatiable pits of their stomachs
Breathing new life its first sentence
From the humbling utterances of syntactic structures
Modeled as people
Steepled in last years words
Mumbled and tumbled
Before you
As  
The word

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Rolling Passed Your Speaker System

We all want a few things to do
just once in a while
We want to kill that special something that falls through our fingertips
Like last moments of a kiss; the break tears off a gasp of your facade
Leaving skins spoken into yet louder spins
Whatever it takes to leave a hand or footprint 
over these chapters, over these pages
An ink blot or two on their unknowing faces,
all those many you's 
that at times used to confuse you,
remove you, reduce and prove -- You!
Oh You used to be so underground then.....wouldn't even have noticed me even if I could write a wild song with my pen
 "'the pen is always mightier than the sword', they say"
Well, was this even supposed to happen?
Nein Mann, there was no first state to seek out no matter how you ranged it

In the blank shoulder-space view that you just can't see whatever you do
chronic stress races past the quickest laugh --
wish it off
wish it after!!
take the next ride out
take the next sarcastic utterance
~ how Easily we forget our skins...
hast thou forgotten the true spell of nothingness?
...it wasn't a memory you might have had, or a future command 
...it is you now
you how....
and when

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Wonderworlds

What the artist seeks to incite is a shadow of insight
Drawn out of the circumstance of desperation and regicide,
He becomes a spokesman for an intelligent design iterating itself into the human mind
He articulates the livelihood of the presence which confounds his nights, 
Tearing seepage in his imaginative unconscious 
Yielding unto the downpour of new words as unfamiliar feelings emerge  
Xenophobic he cannot linger, for in the twilight of his contortion
The strange uniforms with hypnosis,
To the knowledge that approaching is the ferryboat that is meant to take him
The manifold of novelty unbounded in telling
Would he surpass the mirage of his peers’ regrets for his sanity,
The man will bring forth a new reality

What is worn
Is spoken as a token of return
To what is felt beyond
Worn to transcend the alarm

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Thumbelina

Social awareness springs life in all its many forms of fault
On a thin, blank film of ring which encircles the audience seated,
Wherein precursive images befall the sight of sovereign role-gazers
Who seek after the preservation of authority in place of the refinement of the very sprite itself
For in this gleaming presence, numerous reflections of the seated alighten in passing
Which would bear witness a good fortune on its observers if it will be known
For the dispelling of delusion lies in contribution
As traits of individuals accommodate new affiliations
Through the hallways of the houses they build
A social excuse, vestiture for the chimera that simmer around the echoes that call a friend
A nasal contraction, whispers of ballet along with congenial manic fractures
A pigeons’ hall work as J.  Farnsworth transfuses into moll work
Regaling distraction, appalling as adolescent prances conceive a hidden dimension
To decisions made on behalf of
An unknowing few
 
Surely your indecision wouldn’t assume
We’d all forget the Who

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Nothing But Me-Me

Nothing But meme

Mills of the take
Say just a word
Definitions escape the first look
Last to the contention, first to objurgate my peaking reflection
White noise and laughter creep through the walking skin
And to this, my neighbors throw a loud fit
 
For it is all about how one objectifies
Reasons, instants, momentary slips of the whistles,
Questions that shouldn’t be asked,
Momentary lapses into one’s ecstatic synapses
As a past that should be left masked
Walks right through the last
Juxtaposition spoken
A talking past
Not Happening, Yet

Who am I
When did I begin
I ask a friend
Friendly what he thinks of my growing seeds
As he proceeds to drop me to my weakest
Of card tricks, move first, talk last
Call it a nap, last words to a crisis
Ladies’ and gentlemen, it’s a rap

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Natural Order of Things

First rhythm to the beat:
Being honest
Next guest of honour:
Purpose
Following the morning after:
Self-awareness and courage
Break for freedom:
The musician strikes a cord

And echoes the universe it's glorious Love song

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Culture Loom

The roaming minutes encircle my thoughts
As I delve romantically into the possibility of falling
My associations, they tend for the lift
When my vicarious aberrations cause a pigs tail in their midst
Yet their overworn malicious grin tends to me a harrowing mystique dealt subsequent
Therein, in lieu of stirring a stew in such autonomous disparity, as of late,
I wave the waiter over for the check
and leave breadcrumbs sticking to my plate

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Beeing

When I have nothing to hide
And finally nothing to seek,
The subject of Life becomes the object of everyone's reality

When the surface is surfaced,
The depths depleted,
Then I will be your sherry sweet

When words account for everything
And every-thing sums up to nothing,
I am your queen bee

When the alloted befall the acclaimed
When reflections grow silicon wings,
The unwavering lines of your armies 
Ask a question about polarities...

Deeming be, a river in me
A chest drawer full of flourishing creations
Tasting the first breath of ease

As shadows wash over everything
And spring forth life in light unreeled onto a screen
Measuring the theme by how the seated adjust in their seats;
By how they feel 
Being 
Human