Free from Social Media “Poem”
Posted on January 9, 2021 Leave a Comment
I deleted all social platforms last night
I never felt so much Freer in my life
To hell with the Orwellian world
I choose not to be disturbed
I desire no phone call or text
I desire no money so I have no job
I desire nothing like Buddha teaches
Except the books on my table and a goal
I am a disciple of Nietzsche “Poem”
Posted on January 8, 2021 Leave a Comment
Whatever is in the world to its meanness and degeneration is mine
I am a disciple of Nietzsche
I reject all the world has to say or teach
I reject and I rebelled O Nietzsche as you have taught me
I am a follower of Zarathustra and he hates how men live and die
I am forever faithful to Earth and to conquer what man is and what he should be?
Nothing is divine and nothing is sacred except human all too human
Human all to human says Nietzsche now and then in my dreams
Lamentation of separation from Norris “Poem”
Oh God why Norris has an advantage to suffering than my own self?
Didn’t I know Planned my trip to Denver to find Norris?
Why is Norris like Zarathustra?
Why do I envy him?
Why not I be in place of Norris?
Why not I approach him before he does?
How can I sleep tonight?
He wants no help like I want no help?
What similarities we have yet so lamenting
Learning with Norris is unprecedented
How I hate witnessing my own self in another self?
Oh Arabic how much I hate and love Arabic
Oh how I wished to hammering chain’s
How I long for an Iraqi man to converse with?
How thankful I am for Iraqi soil to produce Such a beautiful Iraqi soul?
To Kafka “Poem”
Posted on January 7, 2021 Leave a Comment
To Kafka and his troublesome spirit
To Kafka and his intellect
How I read and re-read metamorphosis
How I felt like a vermin so insignificant yet valuable being
To Kafka’s fears and trembling I dedicate my youth
To Kafka I say “I am living your unfinished novel “Amrika”
Wisdom of a Catholic Priest “Poem”
Posted on January 6, 2021 Leave a Comment
A catholic priest holding Bible in his hands
Sitting all alone at river walk like Jesus suffering on the cross
His worn out boots showed holes in his socks wearing a worn out hat
I disturbed his prayers for a conversation
Christian principle he told me is to “Give something and you will always get something back”
“But not women” I replied and he laughed
We started from raskonlikov and ended on brothers karmazov
I told him he should be a professor with all his wisdom and he answers how he studied philosophy at USF
I inquired what makes him the way he is like Socrates not caring about his outward appearance
He replied, “I have been rejected by the church, by people and world as a whole except Jesus Christ”
A complaint to God “Poem”
Posted on January 5, 2021 Leave a Comment
Why should not I complaint O God?
I have a complaint for you O God listen in place of praises
You created this hideous human race just for your recognition as God who is All mighty all seeing and powerful
What justice is this? For Your Ego you created this universe like a game of chess
By what right you put fear in us?
By what right you justify your existence?
By what right you let Satan deceive us?
I dared to question your authority send million condemnation
Send angel Azrael and take my breath away and put me in hell for eternity
I care not anymore condemn me with all your powers
When I look at these humans you created I despise such creation
Shame on me for who m I to question?
Do what you will God I care no more
Desiring an Early death “Poem”
Posted on January 4, 2021 Leave a Comment
How I long for an early death with no funeral
How I want my death to be a mystery
How convenient it would be having no one to shed tears
How peaceful an early death is in imagination
A passionate death without any remorse or mourning
A warm welcome O death come and take me
I am so impatient O death why don’t you come right away
desperately waiting and waiting for you my true destiny
come hither, kiss your lover O death
I am longing for an early death come to me now
come what may says my heart “Death” I fear not but love
Listening to Wagner “Poem”
Posted on January 4, 2021 Leave a Comment
As soon as the sun comes up I play Wagner
I listen to the uplifting tones raising my adrenaline
Why Nietzsche hated and loved Wagner I know not?
Music Wagner produces is highly addictive
Listening to Wagner every morning while reading
Listening to Wagner while drinking my coffee
Listening to Wagner smoking a cigarette
Listening Wagner eating breakfast
Listing to Wagner I start my day
The Resurrection of Romeo “Poem”
Posted on January 3, 2021 Leave a Comment
In midst of living and dying Romeo was born again
In midst of war and peace Romeo fell in love again
In midst of envy and hate Romeo loved again
In midst of storms and deserts Romeo find her soul mate
In midst of everything Shakespeare arose from his grave to pen down story of a newly born Romeo
Where is he now? Did Romeo drank poison again?
For loves sake where thee art now Juliet?
For your Romeo is born again
He is too eccentric and desperate to be loved back again and die again and born again to eternity
Who Resurrected my Romeo again cries Shakespeare from his grave?
What melodrama and catastrophic human reasoning is this?
Love oh what is Love? Romeo understand not but only feels
Who dared to raise him from the dead alone but not her lover?
Lo! My Love you must die again Says Romeo
Romeo dig his own grave nearby at a graveyard and lie down
Hitherto lies Your truly loving Romeo O Juliet waiting and ready to die one last time
Confessions of a dangerous Mind “Aphorisms”
Posted on January 3, 2021 Leave a Comment
I walked and walked all my life from cradle to grave
I took a pledge never to see myself getting old and humble but restless like the seas always hitting the shores
What is life? I don’t know but How I endure each minute only Satan knows
I always admired Satan for his boldness and courage
Labor? Men labor during day and come home at night with fatigue bearing the trauma of that day which turns into night
I have sever pain in one of my tooth and I don’t see a dentist out of spite
Money asks Marx “CMC to MCM” Commodity for money and money for commodity all ends up to one thing “Desire”
I know God exists but what do with the Revolution within my soul?
Plato argues we cannot have any knowledge of another being except that being which exists for itself alone can only what he truly is
In very powerful sensation of pain I always except the worst
The lecture chair is grave of philosophy, the death of any living thought, the dais is the mind in the mourning wrote Cioran
What is a graveyard? If not My obsession and my future
Who is who? Asks my heart to a lifeless stone
Whenever I come home late at night, I am overwhelmed by idleness
Whenever I woke up in morning, I gaze on my books lying on table
I was meant to be alone I reasoned and always remain alone like the event of birth and death
God must not forgive my sins nor should He love me
When I see a young kid sleeping on road my heart aches
Homelessness is a blessing in disguise
I have committed millions crimes in my thoughts
I think I am a thought criminal because I think too much and to think too much is a disease
Hasich
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