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Month of February is a Tormentor “Poem”
Posted on January 28, 2021 Leave a Comment

Last year everything in February was dreamlike, magical and sublime This year February will be like a tormentor, a disaster, nostalgic and sorrowful Last year in February I have all a heart of man May desire This year in February I have nothing except despair I want to skip month of February and jump to […]
Schopenhauer “Poem”
Posted on November 28, 2020 Leave a Comment

One morning I was reading Schopenhauer Norris came raging towards me and yelled at me “Hey Schopenhauer what’s up with you” I looked at him like a doctor looks at a Mad patient in his clinic “Squeezing life through Schopenhauer’s ideas” I answered I have to write a critical essay on Schopenhauer “world as will […]
San Francisco Blues “Poem”
Posted on November 28, 2020 Leave a Comment

San Francisco O San Francisco what blues I lived the San Francisco blues Others have only read it through Kerouac’s poetry One time when I was in San Francisco I felt something The Infinite possibilities lying ahead The love of family living in California The single young White Mom I saw in my San Francisco […]
A walk on Riverside “Poem”
Posted on November 6, 2020 Leave a Comment

All of a sudden a distant light shines in my soul like the sparkling water near tampa river walk Like Jesus let’s take a walk on water O my beloved It’s been a long time since we haven’t been on a walk A walk that may takes us back to the good old times lost […]
Adalee Street “Poem”
Posted on October 16, 2020 Leave a Comment

My memories walks on the Adelee Streets There is a house on Adalee Street There is Nostalgia on Adalee Streets There is nothing forbidden on Adalee streets Every laborer used to come home with fatigue on Adalee street I miss my friends at Adalee street Where are they? Where are my lost treasures Steve the […]
By Gone Days “Poem”
Posted on August 18, 2020 Leave a Comment

Oh life what to do with those by gone days? When I felt the whole world opening its arms? Where are they gone? In past why can’t we pursue the by gone days? Proust spend his life in that effort do you know? In remembrance of things passed was the title of Proust’s first volume […]
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