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Smoking from Bang “Poem”

Vincent holding a bottle near to burn of his back and mild penetrate it to turn into a bang He was watching on “YouTube” as how to make a bang at home We smoked Marijuana from the bang It was much needed escape from reality Then we coach and motivate each other and promise to […]

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I am not a Marxist “Poem”

I am so afraid of being a Marxist that I have nightmares Last night in my dream I was screaming and yelling that “I am a Marxist” I am only a lover of Marx’s ideas and his struggles for working class I kiss his “Das Kapital” volume like a sacred book before reading His Critique […]

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On being suicidal “Poem”

I have been suicidal so many nights being unable to close my eyes suffering from Insomnia Some nights reading and writing helps some nights it don’t Tonight I had to do some push ups to let my Angst and temptations go I often think if there would have been no philosophy what would have became […]

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Walking with an old man named as “AL” “Poem”

I was riding my bicycle when I met Mr. AL Mr. AL is a 74 years old Veteran who’s broke and have a newly born child I asked him how many people he killed in Vietnam? He refused to answer after several protests He puffed a cigarette and told me he is hitting a club […]

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San Francisco Blues “Poem”

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 […]

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I am a Murderer “Poem”

I am a Murderer, listen O world to my hideous crime. I couldn’t bear my own self so I killed him. I killed my own self how cruel Ye must say Life is all about selfhood as Iqbal says so I murdered my old self with no regrets Philosophers only talk about deconstruction I not […]

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Shallow “Poem”

I walked into the dark shallow soul of a handicapped man I saw his dim smile and heard his rebellious screams He was sitting on a wheelchair like a dead man alive Nor able to push himself even a step further, unable to say a word, unable to defeat his old age and disease I […]

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On Death “Poem”

How disappointed I was even after my death What if there were no funerals and no shrines in tis world ? Where is everything? Reveal O world the faces of corpses buried million years ago When suffering and pain exceeds it becomes easy according to Ghalib As soon as I walk into gardens they become […]

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Reading Foucault “Poem”

The individual is no doubt the fictitious atom of an ideological representation of a society “Panopticism” is the model of surveillance in use This is the image of Our present society after the pandemic (Covid-19) writes Foucault in his book (discipline and punish) years ago The individual is an enemy for collectivism Opinions different than […]

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The New Vision “Poem”

The New Vision declares death to all history The New vision declares rebellion to Authority The New Vision smashes the old traditions and beliefs The New Vision declares War on all Institutions and their values This New Vision is for New people The New Vision is for a New world The New vIsion Speaketh “We […]

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sūdrakarma

Just a personal blog. I'm not trying to sell you anything.

Verona

- Renee verona -

Paper Life Painting

Visual works of Wayne Wolfson

The Fair Left

Politics of Writing

A Prolific Potpourri...

The Artistic Endeavors & General Musings of Matt Snyder