Floribraska Street is My Street “Poetry”

The sun comes with no warning in Tampa

The average man on streets is always drunk

The Floribraska street is the literary sensation

In these streets lives artists, musicians, poets and writers

The artists remains drunk with their art all night long

Politics and philosophy is discussed in middle of night

Homeless people lives here

Their homes are in each other’s hearts

They don’t care where you from

The street welcomes every starving artists

So many souls share their passions

So many souls in their pains

So many stories I get to write

It is heaven for someone to know ins and outs of American way of life

How can such a place exist?

Is this a miracle?

These people are homeless but their hearts are full of love

Better than those who are not homeless

I find them more human than any average human

Where m I?

A dream perhaps with in a dream

A life of danger and excitement

In the lowest condition a man can be

In the highest condition a man can be

A fire burns in my heart now

Words come like magic

Unstoppable are my words it will conquer the world

Words with words I will change my world

Every night I have to get up and write

Indomitable poetic energy

Creativity is on the streets

I learn creativity is privilege of no one

Creativity is free

Creativity is in the air

Creativity is in the debates we have

Creativity is everywhere

So much creativity that I cannot handle

I lord! Either give me more words or take my life away

O just can’t stop writing

I am coming to bring a revolution into the literary world