Free from Social Media “Poem”

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”

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”

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”

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”

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”

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”

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”

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”

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

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