Field of Poppies

By Mahmoud Tarokh

This book is abut birth to death and everything between, about what matter in our daily living.

what drives our life and what changes our reality, what is consider as habit and how we choose to survive,

it is the survival kit, it the facts that we encounter in our existence, the believes and the moral understanding of our daily routine.

what do we do without thinking and what we should do without encouraging and reinforcing of others.

what is important and what not, who to listen, how to lead or follow and when do we use our God given intelligent, knowledge , education and experiences.

it is about life and living in the surrounding with design.

how far we should go and for what reason.

what matter and what they want us to mater. and the different.

It is reality that we should acknowledge, it is the facts that might not be facts..

it is the wake up call for all the people that living and doing the routine without thinking, without using the why's.

This book is the coach that sees the player's mistake , what they should do to win the life's game and win the trophy.

from start to end there is something we all have to know that no one teach us the game and life forces us to play the never ending cycle of the game.

how far we have to go and how much we need to know what is right and what is not, who is telling the truth and who is not on our side.

This book is the life experience of the the man that looking from outside and sees that reality that should be told, without consequences of being called the liar and trader .

in reality there are facts.

good and bad, the truth and the fiction.

this book speak from the heart of the known and unknown facts.

speak softy and judge not, that was the lesson ,

judge and find the facts and the reason comes.

what we need to teach so the future of our kids be much brighter that our generation.

this book is about the birth and death of the child,the abusive fathers, the pregnant young mothers , the heart breaking of divorce parents, the challenge of teenagers,

It is about God and his gifts to us , the small and big present that we receive in every breath of our being.

It is about religion and the end of our existence.

It is about The nature and the beauty of our surranding, the happy side of the relationship and the heart breaking of our falls.

we watch birds, we watch movies, we watch enemies to learn their mistake but never watch ourself to learn for more realistic and happier living.

watch yourself, watching you ,

you'll be happy you did.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 30, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477257494

Mahmoud Tarokh

Mahmoud Tarokh was born in Iran, He came to the United states as exchange student for Iranian navy, in 1977 he graduated from "The Citadel" military college of SC. he left the country to serve as a naval officer in Iranian navy.Iranian revolution stared during his return and joining the Navy. He and his family escape the new regime and reside in Charleston, SC they are living there for the last 37 years . Mahmoud has a unique perspective and draws subject matter from his experiences as a father of three boys, husband and military officer. He is deeply spiritual and taking the road of living in different angels .the uniqueness of his thinking process forced him to write his first book " field of poppies". his believes in happiness in life and after taking him to different mine set that consider to be different and to be truth. Field of poppies is the collection of life time experience of a young foreign man living and surviving all the diffences that engage him as a abused child , as a foreigner, as a writer and as a family man , he always sees himself like a basketball coach that sees the players mistake from the sideline.

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Contents

Bastard Child

Before Morning

Big Hole

Dead End

Born Blind

Butterfly

Helping Hands

Cold Breathing

Shadow

Dream

Dead Soul

Don’t Go Away

Dream

Dust

Empty Halls

Feel Nothing

Field Of Poppies

Finding God

Finish Me

The Game

Frozen Heart

Garbage

Godless

Greatest Gallery

Final Word

Have You Ever Seen God?

Heat of Hell

Hell

Hollow Feeling

I Am a Tree

I Am Still Waiting

I Drowned

I Felt Life

I Wish I Knew Why

Immigrant

It All Stopped

It Could Be So Beautiful

Jonathan

Kite

Let Me Be

Maze Game

Life’s Ring

Little Town

Love Song

Mina

Motionless

Nothing to Lose

Old Oak Tree

Open Wound

Paper Soldier

Pray

Precious Child

Read My Mind

Rock

Sad Songs

Sailors

Sand Castle

Selfish

September

Single Seed

Society of Misfits

Storm

Stranger

The Angel

Dream

The End

Thundering Soul

Twenty Years in a Coma

What Do You Do?

When Hummingbirds Left

Wishes

About the Author

I dedicate this book to my God given presents, my three sons.

Jason, Joshua and Jonathan. to my beautiful and inspirational wife, Stacie

and to my wonderful sister, Sima

I Thank you for being a part of journey.

Bastard Child

Little teen has a girl.

Barefoot with colored pajamas, dirty greasy hair, and a dark brown pacifier.

Pushing her little stroller around the courthouse hall: crawling, coughing, collecting dust with her little wet hands.

Shouting, screaming, feeling free.

Running around with all her energy that exhausts her.

The room is not full, and the young mother enjoys seeing people around her child and the performance of her innocence.

Mom is a young pregnant girl wearing a torn white T-shirt.

Dad is the black stud with the Camel cigarette logo on his back.

Two country jailbirds sit next to her.

I can feel her pleasure as they flirt and carry on.

Her little child is a tool to attract more of what she wants; the little girl performs more.

Years to come, she will carry the world on her shoulders.

She will be the new generation.

She will be another pregnant mom with a bastard child.

She will be another weed; she will be another victim.

She will never know the difference.

She will never know to care.

And the ignorance never goes away.

Before Morning

Early morning when the air is brisk,

Dew is dripping off fresh leaves.

The sun shines the ocean as it sneaks from the mountain high.

I have already thought about you a million times.

Trees dancing after dark night,

Flowers wake up with morning light.

Birds are singing as they fly off their hides.

I have already thought about you a million times.

Wind brushes dust off the streets.

I am already on my feet.

Before coffee, before bath, before warm water, with sleepy eyes,

I have already thought about you a million times.

Big Hole

He was a man with a thousand dreams, streetwise, who would fight to win.

Like a lizard changing color, he used people for his cover.

He had done shameful things, had wrongful thoughts; the angels flee away from his sinful heart.

His head is in the clouds, walking on air, with no time to spare.

Time was always wrong to pray, didn’t know what he had to say.

Fell down on small hills with little rocks.

Stood up, chased his new dreams around.

Life changed.

He aged.

As he tumbled down the hole, he drew a line on the wall with his dirty soul.

Tried to dig out with worn-out claws; nothing left but weak paws.

Needed a ladder, needed a rope, and needed a hand to grab before running out of hope.

Shouted out to God to smooth his road,

Trimmed the bushes so he could see: where to go, who to be.

Opened his eyes and saw the light, steel bars were everywhere in sight.

Warden shouting with barking dogs; inmates fighting in the prison’s hall.

He sat against the stone wall, and