life; Soft hands
reach to touch,
hard feelings parted
by the rain; palms pressed
against the partition; sealed
lips wrapped around the kiss
of life, touch me and I’ll rise
again from your dreams PublishAmerica Presents Together, Alone by Ali Khaghani
Frederick, MD February 20, 2007 -- PublishAmerica is proud to present Together, Alone, a collection of
poems by Ali Khaghani, of Stockton, California. Born in Iran with Persian ethnicity, Khaghani has a
heritage rich in poetry; a culture where the likes of Rumi, Hafes, Attar, and Khayyam lace Persian
poetry, literature, and philosophy. Khaghani’s life and family were torn apart by the 1978 revolution
and the consequent bloody war, making vagabonds of them all. Early on, Khaghani became a
victim/beneficiary of circumstance.
Suddenly Khaghani was a modern-day gypsy, one who would benefit greatly in return by gaining small
doses of multicultural values and an acute sense of global awareness. Khaghani’s youthful lessons
and values therefore became rich in abundance and vast in variety. Such prosper due to
adversities
and the sheer magnitude of sights and sounds during Khaghani’s most influential
years of growth and development in time have lent a distinct approach and diverse
perception of
life, and consequently Khaghani’s poetry. This sublime resource rich in wisdom and emotional
extremities has allowed Khaghani a unique sense of spiritual maturity.
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NOW AVAILABLE!!! TOGETHER, ALONE by AliKhaghani.
I bowed before the guiding light And fled a new dawn’s early delight chanting the salesman affirmation to Me: “Sell it to myself then solicit the world†frantic I dashed beneath the concrete shelter to hide my deformed mind from the lucid bedlam, crept in breathless back between the sheets to hush in her ears: “…I need a tramp in my bed and a lady to face the world with…â€Lust gently pried open the hunger in her eyes, as ravenous she cuffed me to the post and licked my torso, tender she serenaded me to each wet quiver of her drenched lips “I don’t know what I want; a knife or a lover, but I know you’ve got’em both in your pocket…..â€She sifted my pockets for a sharp blade and diabolically sliced her pie open to cut me in Alas I stepped through to the other side; just as Moses crossed the parted sea, like the wicked banshee I howled beneath the waves; but the breakers never heard Me. Drunk on her drooling sin, I gathered each drop of her lurid frenzy to savor the intoxicated effigy, soon I would find myself addicted to the thunder of her release; yet she dismounted, dressed and left me shackled in her heat ….Copyright ©2006 Ali Khaghani.....I want to meet someone who is never hurried, the kind of person who takes time for everyone he/she meets, those who recognize growth and progression result not from blind conformity but defiant deviation and interactions outside and within. An entity not yet completely preoccupied by the illusions of this bloody virtual reality…â€............................................... .....................................It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love/ for your dreams/ for the adventure of being alive.It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow/ if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.I want to know if you can sit with pain/ mine or your own/ without moving to hide or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy/ mine or your own: If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful/ be realistic/ or to remember the limitations of being human. lt doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself/ if you can hear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see the beauty even when it is not pretty every day/ and you can source your life from it's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure/ yours and mine/ and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of a full moon/ "yes!"It doesn't interest me to know where you live/ or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair' weary and bruised to the bone/ and do what needs to be done for the children.It doesn't interest me to know who you are or how you came to be here/ I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself/ and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
..good music, A few names; fields of the nephilim/nefilim.. BOC... Deep purple... paradise lost... slayer... Fire water... This mortal coil... Ministry... Prodigy... Dream Theatre... Bjork... Kate Bush... frontline assembly... ATB... peter murphy... XYMOX... Sisters of Mercy...Shriekback... delerium... hell anything from bill leeb... BT... VNV nation... :Wumpscut: Assemblage 23... KMFDM... System of Down... Velvet acid christ.. Gravity kills.. front 242... apoptygma berzerk... george acosta... system of down... rammstein... Tiesto... bucket head... Black sabbath... Tool... Faithless... Black eye pees... portishead... machines of love and grace... sepultura... bethoven... marillion... depech mode... cure... rubicon... static X... old rage.... old metallica... old Iron maiden... anthrax... armored saint.... sisters of mercy... pantera... ..........and a ton more.. width="425" height="350" ....
good movies.. width="425" height="350" ....
Reno cops/south park/sports....and that fucking masquerade they call politics.. width="425" height="350" ....
I write too much to read ..... but rumi and carl jung always delight me
The Hero...“Zero the Heroâ€...
He howled unto the wind...As the crashing fall of the night
walloped his plea...Bound by tears stood the hero...
Shouting;
“Love lost; fire at willâ€..............and my beloved shadow; who forever leaves behind me a trace.. width="425" height="350" ....George Carlin
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