Who are you

Who you are ? Is what's happening to you every minute. Or the 30 seconds you took to think about who you are. What represents you symbolizes depicts and defines you. What you would stand up for, turn your head for, or bow ur head to.  The feeling when the beat drops inside of ur heart that hits your soul to. Who you are acting like when no one's is looking trying to better yourself. The person you become when you are a prisoner to your emotions and your ego.  Who you think you are is nothing compared to the words you spit, how high you jump, or the look on your face. There's a trust in your reputation that you must up hold to. Or not. Depends on how popular you are. Who you are is where you come from , where you going, and how fast you book your tickets.  Your art will confess  what you believe in, see, feel, or need to know. Communicating will be the process you choose to connect to the same species of different worlds. The questions you ask and the answers you give will always scream explode and illuminate any further discussions of who you are. Your silence however can hurt strengthen or lie. You can do anything with anything or nothing with something even everything from nothing. But it all depends on who you are...

Universe

The door was kicked in and the universe poured out every last memory every wrong choice and dealt me my cards

ABC's of persian parenting

A is for Amat
B is for Behsheen Sareh jat
C is for Cojayee een vakhteh shab
D is for Das nazan
E is for Etaram bedeh
F is for FAMEEDEE
G is for Gand zadee go khordee gereftar shodeem
H is for Hamasha nakhore hayvoon
I is for aye
J is for Jam kone
K is for khodah kotackah khordee
L is for Lokht nara beeroon
M is for Mashalah digi baseh
N is for nacone nacone nacone!!!!
O is for okayee??
P is for Pashow goftam
Q is for cutie keh hastee
R is for Rastehsha beman begoo
S is for shelakhteh
T is for toolesag
u is for ooon ja digi naree
v is for vavayla Aslan harfehsha nagoo
w is for woo enshalah ba shoharet
x is for the sound they make when they are mad (xeeeesss)
Y is for yadbegear! yadgereftee? yadetbasheh!
z is for zaremar pedarsag behtamarg tah nakoshtamet

Why rest in peace

“Rest in Peace?’ Why that phrase? That’s the most ridiculous phrase I’ve ever heard! You die, and they say ‘Rest in Peace!’ …Why would one need to ‘rest’ when they’re dead?! I spent thousands of years of world history resting. While Agamemnon was leading his ships to Troy, I was resting. While Ovid was seducing women at the chariot races, I was resting. While Jeanne d’Arc was hallucinating, I was resting. I wait until airplanes are scuttling across the sky to burst out onto the scene, and I’m only going to be here for a short while, so when I die, I certainly won’t need to rest again! Not while more adventures of the same kind are going on.” ― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

No one got forever

“You could lose the ones you loved in the blink of an eye—and he was willing to bet, when it happened, you weren’t thinking about all the reasons that could have kept you apart. You thought of all the reasons that kept you together. And, no doubt, how you wished you’d had more time. Even if you’d had centuries… When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch—when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had. No one got forever. And it was a fucking crime to waste what you were given.” ― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“I totally carpe-d the snot out of this diem!” ― Jerry Scott

Can I give up

Where am I suppose to go and what am I suppose to do. I'm tired of running and even more of giving up. Then standing back on my feet. Lessons are never learned and I'm just following shadows that melt away the second I turn around. I'm blown away to the sky. I fly by everything I never cared for. However, it has created me to this massive monster of distraction. What do I want and where do I want to go. I'm lost. Just want the truth and no more lies. The bitter taste of your words watered by my tears have grown into a malicious voice of hate spinning now turning inside my head. The only place where hate and the volume of your betrayal can lay. Bc where my heart use to be is bounded by fear, ashamed hope, courageous faith and stupidity. Where should I be and what should I do. Advice can lighten the weight to seek truth through a dark tunnel but a game plan based on support and new beginnings allows the soul to trip and kill the strength in knees. Tumbling once again. And where do we find the answers again. Where is a permanent destination and location to rest and begin my life.

What made you??

When I was 18 years old, I saw the columbine massacre, in Littleton, Colorado on the news, I was devastated. It could have been anywhere in the world. It happen here in the US, which destroyed me even more. People's children scared for their lives. Parents left dumbfounded that this was even possible. How could something so gruesome and tragic happen? The comforting part was seeing how all the high schools around the nation, including mine, send cards and banners of condolences.  It is something that will always be on mind. A wrinkle of time that has been embedded in my feelings.


What event in you life time, do you remember in our history, that effected you to the core of your being?