Complete

To be content
is rudimental
placid at most

neither gay nor bitter
fundamentally incomplete
and
incompleteness demands solitude
a solitary floating state of being content

and it daunts you abruptly
when you least expect it

Hopelessness is a disease
a brushfire of accidental events
or is it?

and the cure is also never planned
it eventuates

the disease and its cure are both stupefying accidents
they just happen
as simple as that
and if you cry out "why?"
they simply tell you:
"Things just happen"

Surprises good or bad
were never of interest to me
"control" I always demanded
yet I consistently prayed for an uncontrollable,
unforeseen eventuality
an act of exhilarating surprise a happening, a cure:

to be Complete

Content and Hopeless
I found a cure
that creates butterflies in the gut
that makes me feel whole

--- free

---- pleasantly surprised

---- happy


---Complete---

Selling out your lover

Her eyes flare up like a distant bonfire,

her skin flushes with warm blood, when she retires

after each time she breaks a poor lover's heart

The radiance that fills her atmosphere,

the pride to have broken hearts far and near

decorate her soul like trophies of the war of hearts

But behind the veil of this killer iron maiden

underneath that glorious fire and well hidden

she has a weak side for me,

she still loves me

and that is what burns her up.

Trading love is easier than selling out your lover

The world never rewards a betrayer

Selling Joseph for Nasseriah's Gold

was never a profitable trade

The world never rewards a betrayer

The fire now burns up her eyes,

the blood that flushed her face, surprised!?

now heat up her brain, she's going insane

The pride that gave her power, gave her speed

betrays her now, in the time of need

and thoughts of the haunted broken hearts bring her pain

Going insane?

Gone insane!

But behind the cloak of this killer iron maiden

underneath that glorious fire and well hidden

It is my love that burns her soul

cause she still loves me

"the sold out lover"

Trading love is easier than selling out your lover

The world never rewards a betrayer

Selling Joseph for Nasseriah's Gold

was never a profitable trade

The world never rewards a betrayer

Payman Abdali

November 30th, 2012

Tehran Skies

I like

Hot food
hard work
hot women
cold beer
Tehran Skies

firm handshakes
passing heartbreaks
never an earthquake
Tehran skies

a coctail with Tequila
to party in a villa
villa with Jilla
Tehran skies

rock & roll fashion
a never ending passion
listeners discretion
Tehran skies

an underdog warrior
feeling a bit superior
soothing calm interior
Tehran skies

calm and happiness
health and craziness
a profiting business
Tehran skies

be able to sleep
a calm and soothing sleep
underneath the sheets
under the Tehran skies

Payman Abdali

Mr. Paranoid

Mr. Paranoid

I see things
I hear things
I talk to things
And he calls me Mr. Paranoid

I feel things
I’m kept from things
I shoot things
But I’m the one who gets destroyed

I’m in love with a love, who is in love, but in love with somebody else,
She’s with me, but in her dreams, she’s in love but in love with somebody else
I wanna scream, I wanna yell I wanna kick I wanna shoot that somebody else
But in despair, I push her, into love but in love with that somebody else

I sing to things
I scream at things
I speak to thing
And he calls me Mr. Paranoid

I hate things
I love things
I’m confused
And I’m the one who gets destroyed

I’m in love with a love, who is in love, but in love with somebody else,
She’s with me, but in her dreams, she’s in love but in love with somebody else
I wanna scream, I wanna yell I wanna kick I wanna shoot that somebody else
But in despair, I push her, into love but in love with that somebody else

A kid without a toy, narcissistic pile of shit
I’m an angry middle aged punk
Who does not know when to quit
I mess up the world cause I don’t believe in it
And I’m branded as a lunatic, an ignorant a paranoid

I can’t sleep
I can’t breath
I can’t eat
And he calls me Mr. Paranoid

I hear lies
I find lies
I feel lies
But I’m the one who gets destroyed

I’m in love with a love, who is in love, but in love with somebody else,
She’s with me, but in her dreams, she’s in love but in love with somebody else
I wanna scream, I wanna yell I wanna kick I wanna shoot that somebody else
But in despair, I push her, into love but in love with that somebody else

I’m in love with a love, who is in love, but in love with somebody else,
She’s with me, but in her dreams, she’s in love but in love with somebody else
I wanna scream, I wanna yell I wanna kick I wanna shoot that somebody else
But in despair, I push her, into love but in love with that somebody else


Payman Abdali
July 29, 2006