Why Hello There

It seems that you have stumbled upon this site, for which I have no answer as to why you are here. All I have for you are more questions. Questions upon questions upon questions. So, if you don’t want to think, or you expect some kind of answer, then run little one. Run very quickly away. For this is not the place for you, and you have stumbled into an ever expanding mind with no foreseeable exit.

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Concerned Citizen of the Universe. Episode 6: Love-Heart of the Matter (podcast)

Hey Everybody! As a Concerned Citizen of the Universe, I participated in the Love-Heart of the Matter episode. If you got some time and an open mind, check it out! This is my second ever podcast session, so I truly hope you enjoy the listen.


The word love, for most people, probably conjures an image of two individuals embracing, a family gathered for dinner, or intense passion. Our first clear images of love come from parents or Disney movies, where love is depicted as rosy cheeks or a basketball-sized heart boomeranging through an elastic chest. Other images might come from advertising. As a largely consumerist culture, western society is inundated with products and services promising love, or what feels like love. But the complexity suggested by countless discussions, research, and divorce cases implies a labyrinth fit for the most inquisitive souls. Here, in part 1 of our latest episode, we begin to explore this long-pondered topic.

SOUNDCLOUD: https://soundcloud.com/areyouconcerned/love-part-1


Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/concerned-citizens-of-the-universe/id1483520897?

Text Delivered, Never Read

Text Delivered Never Read

No Release

Don’t say you love me

I really don’t like it; There’s nothing I can do

Mandated reporting 

Yet I rage on, drowning myself in alcohol and drugs because there is nothing I can do but to accelerate my own demise 

Welcome to Rage: my main form of nourishment 

Check yourself and smile

I’m guilty be design

Master yourself – Captain Marvel

Adaptation of American Anthem

My mind works like fireworks 

But you don’t get it do you

This is mine

And you can’t have me

Don’t lost control 

Weil ich kann

If it was up to me, there’d be none of you left.

The Ghosts of Berlin: Die Geister von Berlin OUT NOW!!!

Happy Birthday Berlin my Love. A series of horror stories and poems for the city that saved me. Why horror? If you have to ask, then she’s not for you 😉. Available for purchase on Amazon, iTunes, Barnes&Nobles, and many more!!! 

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Never Thought

I never thought I’d live this long

As a queer,

AIDS or God’s wrath.

As a women,

domestic violence,

if not, domestic servitude

As an Iranian-American,

target for a hate crime

As a ‘passing’ Iranian-American,

a 9-5 life and a Mercedes would have done it

Not to mention —

Let’s not mention it.

I just 

Didn’t think I would live this long.

 

I am reminded of choosing to matter

Looking at my reflection 

I see you

scar on your forehead

almond eyes

three little chin hairs

I see you

 

But does my body?

Does my body know me?

I am forced to trust it 

It is the only one I have

But does it know?

Does it?

Does it truly?

Does the body know,

When something is deemed useless?

Does it know,

about toxicity

and the purging of memories?

Does it know,

When I am frightened and quickens its pace?

Does it know,

When to shut up and turn about face?

Does it know,

That love is infinite

but endorphins temporary?

Does it know,

That I should be able to take mushrooms

(at least once!)

And not purge it from my system.

Does it know,

When ‘it’ is lonely?

Does it? Do I?

Do I? Do I know?

What do I know? 

What do I know about my body?

 

This body on temporary loan

This body of autonomous sub-systems 

This body that moves

through space

To experience space

with this body.

Does it know,

that it is mine?

But is it really?

It truly belongs to my mother

She made it for me

Her prototype

And I’m going to have to give this body back

at some point.

I just 

never thought I’d live this long.

GOT PUBLISHED!!!

GOT PUBLISHED!!! I am so honored to be a part of this amazing publication and have not stopped crying in appreciation for someone seeing, not only my work, but me. Thank you so much @Armeghan Ta. Thank you for giving me a platform where I can be myself and to be a part of this amazing community.


84 pages of beautiful art and stories connecting love, intimacy and desire for freedom and liberation by over 40 contributors.


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