Unseen

Torn from my body,

A part of me, 

You will never know!

Benighted In Golgotha

Seashell wails
"Damned is this chasm,
The words laden with sarcasm,
Armored the tongue of the whore,
To unseal the gate to abhor !"

Seashell wails
For those lovelorn frails,
For all the vigils, in vain.
As lust rules the parlance
to decay!

Thorns, unmoved, 
As were his wounds,
The redeemer rest, 
In sanguine rheum
Sickened by the irksome hassle,
Flew to the unearthly dazzle, 
As buffoons were dancing ensemble,
On debris of light embalmed!

Storm crow fleets the chasm,
Shrieks inly... 
"Charade is this plight! Damned is this kind!" 

Pedram, May 2013
Image: Emiliano Merjado

In Memory of Chi Cheng

Should I take the banner off?
Will the cause rest futile?
Will the memory of him fade?

No, the animated banner will be there
As my love remain unaffected.
No, it wasn't a cause of mundane nature, 

You're with us,
Today, Tomorrow and forever,
Thank you for all the magic you created!
Those who appreciate music will appreciate your art.
Thank you !

Back To "Running Days"

Wednesday and Friday, 10 km and some room for improvement.
Wednesday: "From Oceans To Autumn" and "Daylight Dies"
Friday: "God Is an Astronaut" and "Joy Wants Eternity"

My Nowruz And My Friends of Gloom

It's true, I'm  busy these days, wasting my time and energy somewhere devoid of any delicate artful merit, but that doesn't mean i don't follow my dear friends, and pursue some precious obsessions. Holistic doctrine dictates some extra features to your life which apparently doesn't help your everyday life affair but serve the ultimate picture which i still faithfully cherish. So, I'm not the  ignorant preppy who looks after himself and himself only. No, no, no... that's not and won't be my area of interest. I care and I care vividly about issues that are not directly related to my interest. In the marrow of my spirit i feel the pain of the suppressed, the ones that the system has failed. I am the one who never celebrated a feast naturally in a delightful mood. The reason always remained masked interwoven into its mystic intangible fabrics. 

So here remain the old repeated questions:  "What's the use of all this?", "What's the point in the long frustrating path some choose?"... These are the first questions one must elicit. Otherwise death slowly encircles hope down into the well of despair. 

Pedram, April 2013

Sowilo Rune

Who sleep shall, awake. .
Greeting the shadows from the sun.

Who sleep shall awake. .
Watching the thunder of our lives.

Waiting for the moment to arrive.
Show us the silence in the rise.

So that we may.
Someday understand...

Lord Summerisle: "Now, those children out there, they're jumping through the flames in the hope that the god of the fire will make them fruitful. Really, you can't blame them. After all, what girl would not prefer the child of a god to that of some acne-scarred artisan?"

Sergeant Howie: "And you encourage them in this?"

Lord Summerisle: "Actively! It's most important to teach new generation born of Summerisle be made aware that here the old gods aren't dead."

Sergeant Howie: "And what of the true God? To whose glory churches and monasteries have been built on these islands for generations past? Now shall what of Him?"

Lord Summerisle: "Oh, He's dead. He can't complain. He had his chance and in modern parlance. 
Blew it."

Agalloch

Three Weeks at Consolidation Phase

Walking 5 km on fridays
Listening to Swallow The Sun and my mighty Evoken.

Clearance

These six weeks have been tense but I made an enormous effort to keep myself in line. It was necessary to show some character; it was essential to decide a mature attitude toward my life and career. Now I anticipate everyday, a new challenge, a problem and beyond that; a  hope for a perpetual growth.