Oh my body where are thee?


The ways death,
The thoughts silent,
The empathy hearts
The fall became us

Behind the shiny show
Beyond the strong men
The burly gorillas
The speedy speakers
The tough guys
And the happy girls
Beyond this lively market
Is the street of death

A macabre silence within this noisy faire

My body where are thee?
That I don’t recognize my materialization of me
My body where are thee?
That I don’t understand this appearance
nor his manners

Not this manifestation
Not this mental chain

My soul where are thee?
What happened to the eminent song?
Where went the echo of our mantras?

My lyrics where are thee?
What happen to our poems?
Why did verses left?
How did we become so much human, so less beings?

“Thou Art God”
In that dead body
In the deepest hole of that tired heart
Hide a whisper
a young existents

If the light would shine
If the clouds would cry
If the revelation
Would come into sight
The whisper will become a lyric
The lyric
Will find a sound
And the sound would craft a form
And will shape
US
Oh my body where are thee?
Oh my soul where are thee?
Oh my verses where are thee?


Shervin

June 2007