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POEM “Being god”
So, here we are gatheredAt the funeral of god.We oh, so dearly cried…And cried, cried, cried!For him just to appear againAnd us with himTo burry the hatchet!And even god Was wandering “Who was angry at who?”But the rascal knewDidn’t he?He always does… Continue reading
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POEM “Fiction”
“I read a book!”And found outThat every fiction Allows us to sayIn the end”It was all I.”And identify fullyWith the whole Work of art.So, “Hail be fiction!”And I, myself. Continue reading
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POEM “Funeral”
If I dieJust don’t cryMake a partyAnd I’ll fly Continue reading
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POEM “Judge”
I found outIt was taken to court…I needed to say it Outloud in one go.So I put a dot.And suddenly remeberedI was the judge of it all.And nailed the hammer downJust to put another line- “END OF STORY” Continue reading
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POEM “Womb”
My womb is my ownIt is the Devils pathThe Devils mark…To be employedBy a nightly ContractTo give birthAnd be the SurrogateOf ones own World. Continue reading
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POEM “ladder”
There was an applicationFor a job downtown…So I took the first stepAnd as soon I appliedIt fell – the institution…It needed reformSo I did what I couldAnd built it from the ground up- anew.And one morning I awokeFinding myself as the owner. Continue reading
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POEM “Cannibal”
I found outThat grotesque is what I like.And I found out, a Truth.Muhammad, as the apostlesAte human flesh….And then wrote what heWrote.Cannibal, cannibalAre you there?Was that your job?Playing Hannibal lectorTo me the inspector? Continue reading
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POEM “Actress”
Molly was doingHer make up,Till she fellDownTired – to sleepAnd just toNarrate the whole dayLeonarad was experiencing. Continue reading
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POEM “Locksmith”
Yes, I found outNazarine had a kid.Yes, Father was his job.But when he killed His own son, or was it A daughter – lost it all.His prison showed himWhat is. Crucifixion His punishment and thoseWho follow him, suffer the Same fate.”Eat and drink from this all”That was a warning and yourFinal doom.Here I stand being… Continue reading
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NEW BOOK “JOBS”
Here I am presenting my new book “JOBS” with a juicy poem… “Finding out” I tried to find my wayIn the corporate world”But there was something Wrong with my body”I confessed, so I triedReal hard, but in the endThere was onlyA sigh and insight”I’m a artist working forMinimal wage!”Their only reply was”You were only a… Continue reading
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