Holy Devils
Holy devils,
Are guardians of prostitutes alleys
In this way
The residents of anger and wrath
Are godess that their wildly neighbors originated of ape and thirst
To spread out the ash of their with no baptism sin
On the particular without armor
Look at
The certain day
Ocean will bring it octopus from depth to the surface
That day
Will have been regret day of sunny ghostliness.
Blood Crime Pieces
Wine glasses
On the officers desk
The imprinted a plan
Twisted with
Shapes of circles and angles
Smoke up to the ceiling
The chairs keeping the ranks clothes hang
On skin of the floor
Open the windows of commands room
Dead bodies of soldiers
Have fallen in a corner
?why don’t you respect the Real victors
Cool down,
Only the wings of some flies
Wipe away the dust
Of your bodies.
Aggressiveness Of Century
These figures fallen
In the swamp of the infertile females
Are the men
In the land of the wine and alcohol
Who throw their sheets
On the ground
And think of sleeping with the beasts
Oh
For crave-like brains filled with coal
There is no mirror
To servant themselves.
Fields of sunflowers
Are the breaks
At the time of
Motion while moving
Dawn is near
Yea
Dawn of Black coated!!
Shadows will not be waiting anymore
They will be faded
And you will be swallowed inside of them.
Seyed was born in Mashhad, Iran (31 August 1991). You can find his work in:
“WAF Anthology Book” – Portugal (January 2011)
“eFiction Magazine” – USA (January & March 2012)
“Zouch Magazine” – Canada (April 2014)
“Vivimus Magazine” – Iceland (July 2014)
“FIVE Poetry Magazine” – USA (June 2014)
Cover photo: Taymaz Valley https://www.flickr.com/people/taymazvalley/