Arash’s “His Kingdom” Monologue

ARASH: Do you know what I’ve decided? I’ve decided that I’m tired. I’ve decided that I’m tired of being patient. Well, I no longer care for patience anymore. I’ve given up on waiting. I’m going to go out there and breathe the living daylights out of this. I’m going to suck it all up and sink my teeth into it like a vulture…but like a vulture eating fruit.

When I walk in there, I’ll look her in the eye with love and courage, do you know why? Because I’ve waited so long that it’s all turned into love, all the pain, the anger and the frustration of it all, has turned into love. That’s what happens when you’ve been patient for many years, you either go mad or you turn into a saint.

I’m not going to go mad, you see, so what then is the alternative? That’s why she will never get the best of me and she will keep trying, we’ve had our close calls…but when it scratches, I smile. I just smile, like this my eyes open up and warms my entire body, I think of great valleys, huge mountains…and I see myself right amongst it all, breathing in the air of this great kingdom. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? Yes. You were a great fighter in your day…so I know you understand. Only the real ones do. And you were one of them Mother.

Arash’s “Given” Mnologue

Arash’s Given” is a spoken word styled monologue piece.

Friend, can you show me the road that will lead me to heaven?  And if I don’t get through those pearly white gates, can you show me how to go on living?

Can you show me the secrets to this life, help me avoid the mistreatment to my nervous system?  Can you show me the tools to make the incision?

If I was blind to the truth maybe then I’d be forgiven.

If I didn’t have a tongue maybe then I’d stop sinning.

There is no rhyme or reason to this voice I’ve been given…it’s just a given.

Arash’s “Ends Meet”

In this drama monologue Ends Meet, ARASH talks to his friend about the difficult financial times he is encountering.

ARASH:  Things were going well for so long, we got caught up with never imagining things would go the way in which they have…

We both came from nothing and struggled for so many years, trying to make ends meat.  When the getting got good, we slowly began to get used to actually enjoying life a bit more…and then, I guess as time went by we lost a sense of worrying about money, which was something we always stressed over and to be honest it just felt so damn good to not have to think about how we were going to pay our rent, or pay for dinner or pay for anything, really.

We forgot to worry…or, at least have a sense of the kind of responsibility we needed to remember.

Arash’s “The Bear Story”

In this dramatic monologue, ARASH tries to come to terms with the problems he has about caring too much, too often.

Arash:  I want to care less about caring so much…I think that’s been my biggest—well, one of my problems, anyway…there have been times in my life when I have been lucky to ‘let go’ completely and I’m flying but flying in such a way where it feels as though something greater than me is carrying me afloat; a connection to something higher, wider.  Does that sound corny?

It’s different.  I want that all the time, more rooted naturally within my inner self if that makes any sense, without all the fuss and mental shit that clogs me up, getting in the way.  The battles are exhausting. Sometimes, I get the bear and other times, the bear gets me…

Arash “Sharpest Tool In The Shed” Monologue

In Sharpest Tool In The Shed, Arash is a manager who has come to the decision of firing an inadequate worker, who has caused theft when leaving his post.

Arash: Really bad? Yeah? I’ll tell you what’s really bad, Samuel. The fact that all the inventory that you are responsible for, vanished. That’s right. Gone. We have it on camera. Three guys came in, snatched up all the packages and disappeared, without a trace.

Like it was planned. Was it planned, Samuel? It sure looks planned. As soon as you made your move and I mean the very second you turned away from the crate, three hooded men appear out of nowhere, pouncing on the items and clearing out whatever they could get their hands on.

Expensive items. Laptops, a television set, phones…choreographed, perfectly.

This is the third time this has happened on your watch and it’s the last time. You know why it’s the last time, Samuel? Cause you’re fired. You’re out.

Don’t say a word. Please, please don’t try and defend yourself. You’ve been warned. I’m letting you off easy, considering. Considering that we aren’t getting the police involved in this because…well, you know I know your mother and she was there for me when my mom was sick and I’ll never forget what she did…which is why I gave you this job in the first place, but…

You better figure something out. You’ve made my job very difficult. I have to answer for these stolen items, yet again and this paints me in a very uncomfortable corner.

Arash’s “The Next Chapter” Monologue

In The Next Chapter, Arash has returned to London after living in New York and he talks to his buddy Jake about his experience.

ARASH: I fell in love real hard. Tara…she was something really special, she is something real special but; she opened me up to things about life, myself and she gave me things I needed and then she broke my heart.

Everything was taken away from me in one day. I thought I was building this wonderful life for myself. I was happy, I was recording, I was in love…I was barely getting by but it was such a great feeling to be my own person and carve out my own path…but things began getting the best of me, I started to gradually lose my core, my foundation; what was giving me life was also taking life away and I didn’t realize it until, until I had a meltdown…this one night…we were all out, members of Tara’s band, she had just finished a gig and we were all getting blasted at the bar. I was helping to load up the van with music equipment but started feeling lightheaded and so I laid down in the back. I was so lit, I couldn’t even talk straight…I wake up and have to take a piss and when I make my way out of the van, I hear this moaning sound coming from behind a dumpster, and so I looked behind the dumpster to find my girlfriend Tara having sex with a douche bag dude.

I went ape shit. I just remember raging. I grabbed some microphone stand from the back of the van and started swinging it wildly with the intention to destroy and conquer. It was surreal. Everything seemed like it wasn’t happening. The very next thing I remember is waking up in my bed, as if from a nightmare, but when I tried calling Tara, she was hiding.

It turns out that one of my microphone swings connected to Tara’s head and put a major gash across her temple. Could have killed her for real…I never saw her again. The story was all related to me from Robert, the drummer, with a threatening message to never go near her again, so…that ended that.

The Decietful Marriage


Where the path wended across the ridge, the bushes at it in two curling waves until it was a mere winding line traced through a tangle. There was no interference by clouds, and as the rays of the sun fell full upon the ridge, they called into voice innumerable insects which chanted the heat of the summer day in steady, throbbing, unending chorus.

A man came from the laurel thickets of the valley where the white brook brawled with the rocks. He followed the deep line of the path across the ridges. He met suddently a woman and married her without knowing her.

suddenly from some unknown and yet near place in advance there came a dry, shrill whistling rattle that smote motion instantly from the limbs of the man. Like the fingers of a sudden death, this sound seemed to touch the man at the nape of the neck, at the top of the spine, and change him, all was not well.

Arash’s “The Dark Knight Story”- skeletal “skulls on Fire” black diamond story

Once upon a time there was a handsome Dark Riding Hood Knight who was loved by almost every one who have known him, but most of all by his mom, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave him a priceless magical amulet, which suited him so well because it lets him talk to animals that he would never have to worry anything else. So he was always called the Dark Riding Hood Knight.

One day he told himself, “Really Really , is there such thing as the lucky decision magical amulet, here is the precious coin. Take it to your battle, they are ill and weak, and it will do them good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break your hand, and then your friends will get nothing. And when you go into their room, don’t forget to say, good-morning, and don’t peep into every corner before you do it.”

I will take great care, said Dark Riding Knight to his mother.

The freinds lived out in the woods, half a league from the village, and just as Little Dark Riding Knight entered the wood, a thief spotted him.

Dark Riding Knight did not know what a wicked creature he was, but was not at all afraid of him.

“Good-day, My brother,” said the thief

“Thank you kindly, Mr.Taylor.”

“Where are going so early, Dark Riding Knight (DRK)?” Said the thief

“To my friend’s.” Said the DRK

“What have you got in your pockets?” Said the thief

“Just my wallet. Yesterday was art making-day, so poor friend is to have something good, to make them feel stronger.”

“Where does your Friend live, the Famous Artist Dark Riding Knight ?” Said the thief

“A good quarter of a league farther away the beach. Their house stands infront of the large trees, the resturants are just below. You surely must know it,” DRK.

The thief thought to himself, “What a tender young creature. What a nice plump mouthful, he will be better to eat than the old ladies.

I must act craftily, so as to catch both.” So he walked for a short time by the side of DRK, and then he said, “see Mr.DRK, how pretty the flowers are about here. Why do you not look round. I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing!

You walk gravely along as if you were going to Azkaban, while everything else out here in the wood is merry.”DRK raised his eyes, and when he saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, he thought, suppose I take old ladies a bouquet.

That would please them too. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time. And so he ran from the path into the woods to look for flowers. And whenever he had picked one, he fancied that he saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the woods.

Meanwhile the thief ran straight to the friends’s house and knocked at the door.

“Who is there?” the group of friends asked before answering the door

“Dark Riding Knight,” replied the Thief. He is carring a delivery. Open the door.””Lift the latch,” called out the thief, “I am too weak, and cannot get up.”The thief lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to a friend’s bed, and devoured him. Then he put on his clothes, dressed himself in his cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.

Our Dark Riding Knight , however, had been running about picking flowers, and when he had gathered so many that he could carry no more, he remembered his friends, and set out on the way to them.

He was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when he went into the room, he had such a strange feeling that he said to himself, oh dear, how uneasy I feel today, and at other times I like being with my friends so much.He called out, “Good morning,” but received no answer. So he went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay his friend with his baseball cap pulled far over his face, and looking very strange.”So, What’s up man,” he said, “what big ears you have.”

“The better to hear you with, my child,” was the reply.”

But, his friend, what big eyes you have,” he said.”The better to see you with, my dear.”

“But, brother, what large hands you have.””The better to hug you with.”

“Oh, but, brother, what a terrible big mouth you have.””The better to eat you with.”

And scarcely had the thief said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and murdered up Our Dark Riding Knight.

Arash’s “Soft Avaaz Song” Monologue

In Soft Song, Arash battles with his mother over whether or not he should be present at what could possibly be his Grandmother’s last birthday.

Arash: Of course I realize that! Stop asking me such a stupid question. You think I don’t know, you think I don’t know that she’s dying. Of course I know. You act like I don’t care or that I wish she was dead or something and that’s horrible and you make me feel all this guilt for not being there for her birthday when I want to be there but I can’t be there because I have things going on in my own life that matter to me and you should be supportive to that and understanding, instead of trying to make me feel rotten by forcing me to choose between Grandma and my music.

I’m not trying to choose between anyone or anything, I’m just trying to live my life and it’s not fair what you’ve been doing to me, it’s not right that you put this pressure on me all the time. I can’t be at two places at once and it’s not like I’m ignoring Grandma cause I visit her every single week and you know I do and I call her and I don’t want her to go…

I’m dedicating my album to her and I want to be able to give it to her before she goes…why can’t you understand any of that, Mom?

The Last Dream of a young Ruby Ring


In a jewelry box, folded up inside a cloth, and not old from the treasures, stood a very beautiful sparkeling ruby ring. It was just nine hundred and fifty-one years old, but that long time was to the ring as the same number of days might be to us; we wake by day and sleep by night, and then we have our dreams. It is different with the rings; it is obliged to keep awake through four seasons of the year, and does not get any sleep till winter comes. Summer is its time for rest; its night after the long day of spring,winter, and fall. On many a warm winter, the Ephemera, the flies that exist for only a day, had fluttered about the new ruby ring, enjoyed life and felt happy and if, for a moment, one of the tiny creatures rested on one of his large stone, the ring would always say, “Poor little creature! your whole life consists only of a single day. How very short. It must be quite melancholy.”

“Melancholy! what do you mean?” the little creature would always reply. “Everything around me is so wonderfully bright and warm, and beautiful, that it makes me joyous.”

“But only for one day, and then it is all over.”

“Over!” repeated the fly; “what is the meaning of all over? Are you all over too?”

“No; I shall very likely live for thousands of your days, and my day is whole seasons long; indeed it is so long that you could never reckon it out.”