Temptation “Poem”
Posted on October 31, 2020 Leave a Comment
I felt for a moment like Jesus when a Negro slaps on my face
I should have offer the other cheek like Jesus did
But my temptations proves I am nowhere near to Jesus
I hit him back with a stick in my hand
How I hated myself more than him
Buddha teaches anger is the source of all evil
Oh my temptations, my combustion and burning sulphur
How I envy those Monks in secret temples
For a grain of their peace of mind I can give my whole life
To Ben “Poem”
Posted on October 30, 2020 Leave a Comment
To Ben I say congratulations
To Ben whose life is miraculous
I have seen Ben in his lowest days with bible in his hands and a bed full of sorrows
I saw how Ben sublimed and moved to Chicago
To Ben when he gave me relationship advices
To Ben I wish my best wishes on his new life
To Ben I say conquer the world my friend
But Ben I must reveal a secret to you
If there is a God you must not keep it to yourself
Only Love change us in times of turmoil not hate
I consider Jesus as a savoir but what to do with all the violence in the world?
I am sorry to let you know I choose to be a nihilist
But Ben where ever you go you will always be an inspiration to people around you
May your marriage be a success as the moonlight is for lost sailors
Belongingness “Poem”
Posted on October 29, 2020 Leave a Comment
Where do I belong oh earth answer
Where ever I go the same feeling of not belonging
I belong to no family, nation, color, race, religion or language
I only belong to Literature as a whole
I only belong to those dead writers and poets
I only belong to melancholia
I was alienated even at my birth place
I felt alienated even in my mothers womb
I belong to nothingness and that is all Oh my heights of despair
I belong nowhere and I belong to none and I belong to myself alone
I belong to my imagination and poetry that is all
Khawzay “Poem”
Posted on October 29, 2020 Leave a Comment
Khawzay works from Home and he is black
Khawzay doesn’t care what the world think of him
Khawzay is 46 year’s old but rich in his heart
Khawzay drinks too much and talks too much
But that’s khawzay the star of the neighborhood
That’s khawzay selling himself on streets
That’s khawzay in debt to the corner stores
Where is khawzay? Must be drunk and wasted
Khawzay can go to hell the life in hood is not too bad
Winds at the Bay Shore “POEM
Posted on October 28, 2020 Leave a Comment
The Winds at the bay shore holds secrets
Like the pearl hiding in the shell
Like the clothing of a women hiding the unseen
As a house without residents and deserts without heat
The road gives you good and bad trips
From lower hood life to upper elite bourgeoise life
From Nebraska to bayshore boulevard and to Davis Island
You see everything and you see nothing
Like the night sky drowned deep into the dark blue sea
Violence over a Vermin “POEM”
Posted on October 28, 2020 Leave a Comment
I witnessed a violence over a cockroach
The vermin was beaten to death mercilessly with thousand blows
I protested and protested again to my friend saying “A Cockroach is Kafka’s masterpiece” “Read Metamorphosis”
I shouted, you are a violent man if you don’t stop I am walking out of this room
He begins to laugh and menaced saying “Am I a Murderer now in your conscience”
I protested again but the dead Cockroach was first poisoned later turned into a Gob of spit
I saw death approaching the poor ugly creature
Cockroaches aren’t meant to be killed just because they are ugly or we don’t like them crawling around
Have you any Idea what kind of insects will eat your body after you die?
My friend replied almost in a mocking frenzy “I will let them have their Revenge”
It was then I discovered a non violent man in me, a man with multitudes
Violence is good for nothing I told him
Hate doesn’t kill hate but love does
Even Killing of a mere cockroach breaks my eccentric little heart
Ask not O child what Madness linger over Mankind
UN Charters of Human Rights “Poem”
Posted on October 27, 2020 1 Comment
I read the noble charters of United Nations
It was like some Human God speaking
“A human above all is a human and he has every right to exist” to suffice the mission of UN
Human rights are important than anything in the world says the UN
I wan to praise that philanthropy
I want to worship such Values
Human all too human wrote Nietzsche
UN in itself is a revolutionary spirit of Mankind
To Women “Poem”
Posted on October 26, 2020 Leave a Comment
To women I say break the stereotypes
Women were not born to get married and die
In a patriarchal society women are treated lower than men
Women are capable to do more than men
I believe in womanhood and their capacities to do more than demanded by masculine world
There is a whole world to conquer by wonder women’s
Took a hammer and smash the male dominated culture
Get more education and have a career
Seek your independence and femininity
It was not fault of Eve to have Adam kicked out of heaven Bible is wrong and even God is wrong
I see women emerging and I see women independent
Women of all the world unite and conquer the world
Marx makes me Honest “Poem”
Posted on October 25, 2020 Leave a Comment
A man lost his money on the street
I found it and gave it back to him
He thanked me for my honesty
I love Muslims, he replied most of them are honest
I answered! If I am honest today it is because I have read Marx
Religion has no significant value to my being
The man was rather shocked
He passed a remark on our departing
You O young fellow is a dangerous man
Learning makes one dangerous I agreed
Morality has nothing to do with religion
Human morals are part of our nature
Religion has failed in its core to provide us sound morals
To live or to Die “Poem”
Posted on October 25, 2020 Leave a Comment
To live or to die is the question
To weep or laugh is the question
To act or to halt is the question
Is it worth living questions the young man?
Who will come with an answer?
How to escape unanswered questions?
To be an iconoclast or to be an idle is the question?
A man needs action and thriller
A man needs will to power
A man needs answers
Therefore the young man becomes a philosopher
The day the young man will have an answer!
That day he will either live or die passionately
Hasich
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