Friday, August 10, 2007

I Give Birth To Emotions...

www.magdalene.org/images/home/mary.jpg

I give birth to emotions

Let them live and breathe

Premature incubator depended

Trapped in journalese

When they desire to live long

I play God

I cut them lose

Ruthlessly delete

Vortex of a open mouthed

Recyle bin..

similar emotions never repeat

stamp them back

From where they came..

With my blindsided barefeet

Delete ...

And give back virginity

To a pining ...blank sheet..



This is dedicated to the sphynix like...Paxgitrmo...a pledge of honor bound Omerta...The Code Of Silence...my love for Mary Magdalene..
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Ashes In The Cup of My Heart

Never fall in love on the net..

Said my wife not at all upset.

A kick up your ass is all you ll get..

Life will pass you by..

You have overslept..

While on your pillow


I have wept and wept..

And that you will return

I never dreamt.

Have I returned.

I am not sure yet..

Of treason of reason

I am bereft..

A pictureless apology

Of unconditional love

Ashes in the cup of my heart

Is all that is left.

Dichotomy of love

A verbiage a theft

Silent lips

Unsealing a cleft...



I have resigned from the Dead Poets Society at Buzznet...Pictorial Poetic Photography is what I will do... improve my prosaic grammar.. reading the journals of a friend..Paxgitmo
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'Saggitarius Swears and Dares'

photo courtesy heraldry.lordkyl.net/glossary/images/saggitarius.gif

man was born conceited
married fell out of love
what remained
too was forfeited
man by god and woman was cheated
inhumanly treated
but rises like a phoenix
totally undefeated

my new poem to you
indira

four feet depth of grave..
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f u t sex drive and 10 %discount

fu t

firoze you traitor
hope you get eaten by
a female famine stricken alligator
a faceless woman
never underestimate
or under rate her
with the click of your
mouse you cant even date her
sex drive
at a theatre
little later,,,
with the help of a
Rambo like
American
Terminator
who will love
sedate her.
back to
her wintry world
reinstate her.


This is realty she sees naught
An attitude that becries so what..
Someone out there re-edits
A new end to a some what old and outdated
Accident prone Cosmic plot..
Keep the loose change she said
With an American drawl..
An empty cup..snow flaked ashes
Is all that remains...
Of a faceless enigma
On the ruins of love
yes that is all that
I have got.
a receipt
Untendered services
a 10% dscount
On goods returned
I gave and almost forgot.
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To Your Mother


To Your Mother
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
My mother! when I learnt that thou wast dead,

Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed?

However'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son,

Watch even then, lifes journey just begun?

Perhaps thou gav'st me thou unseen a kiss;

Perhaps a tear ,if souls can weep in bliss-

Ah, that maternal smile !it answers -Yes.

cowper



Who ran to help me when I fell,

And would some pretty story tell'

Or kiss the place to make it well?

My Mother.

ann taylor.



There is heaven beneath thy mothers feet...muslim saying...


without you I would heve never known

stunted dwarf never grown

within my delusions overblown


the best of me you did hone


like a charger to a mobile phone..


you squeezed tears out of a piece of stone

emotions unwrapped in flesh and bone
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Virtual not Real Drunken Gekko Friendly Echo

Profile photo el gekko buzznet memories,

drunkgeko: 11/19/2005 1:43 AM
Beautiful colored outfits, as always, here, Firoze...

photographerno1: 11/19/2005 1:52 AM
I THINK DRUNK YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT THE NET LOVE AND ROMANCE.. FUCK AND FORGET..BUT I JUST WASNT MADE THAT WAY.. I GET FUCKED AND FORGOTTEN.. ON LOVE THAT IS ILLBEGOTTEN..
All things nice most things rotten..her heart that says trespassing Verboten..


drunkgeko: 11/19/2005 1:54 AM
The net is virtual, friend... meaning: not real!!!
Everything happening on it is the same: unreal!

Once you understand that, you're never hurt anymore... believe me! :)
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Net Loss California Condor

photo courtesy www.theoi.com/Ther/AetosKaukasios.html



Sometimes I think just take what is left and run..not look back or be turned to stone..I have stopped going every where and this is the last stop ..the bus dosent go beyond this... I will be gone for sure...Net Loss.

me crucified a eunuched cross

both sides of me a man and woman

me the boss

me castrated hopes torn asunder

I bleed and wonder

love gone to hell yonder

of her the blog goddess

I grow fonder and fonder

And my Fathers wealth

on Earth I squander.

my putrid flesh

pieces in the mouth

of a female california condor.
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Darwaza


Darwaza
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
Darwaza in Urdu means
The Door,
You come in ,or go out;
But cant ignore.

It could be a Door
Earlier locked;
Now open
To come in and explore.

The heartless mansion
Reconsruct repaint restore.
You become part owner
You are thrown out
And thanklessly
Shown The Door.

A Faceless command
And nothing more.
Unconditional love
And my life
A luckless whore.
Walks away from Alaskan shore.

Its 6.15 am sunday morning.. I am on the kids comp..wife is saying her namaaz.. I am with my back towards her hitting the keys with an unexcited mouse.
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Tear Drop


Tear Drop
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
It rained somewhere far away
And melted ice
I uncupped my palms
To find a pearl like
Tear drop
And it had a Face
It was human
It was un gift wrapped
Prismatic pristine
Unconditional love.
And a note that said
I Love You To Death.
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I Am Busy On Buzznet

My life needs screwing

I fell in love my undoing

Faceless love ,a month

Of uninterrupted wooing..

I am busy on Buzznet

And my unhydraulic celibacy

I am once again renewing...



I mean what I say.

I say what I mean

Go tell it to the Marines

Or closer home to Rasputin..

Behind my ears I am not so green

Remain faceless forever in Quarantine.

Ice Maiden,,cold bloodless Goddess Unseen.

Call me now ..

And say in my ears.

You say what you mean..

And my true love

Dont mock and demean..

I am busy on Buzznett..

Ruptured vows and ruptured spleen.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARC BROWN SCORPIONICUS

photo courtesy marc brown founder buzznet..
these recyclable greetings in advance for his next birthday..



happy birthday
scorpionicus
marc brown...
photographerno1
buzznet in house clown..
a cross between noun and a swollen headed pronoun
even all the icebergs
alaskan waters this titanic
just cant drown.
with a digital disaster
called nikon d 70 slr
going out of town...
buzznet is buzznet
because of marc brown..
steve and anthony..
friar tuck dont frown...
marc much happily married to azzie
he in his white linen suit
she in her crochet gown
on the beach of sunny california at sundown
the gods in heaven for this event did touch down
buzznet will be back shortly was no come down
buzznet a chemical romance in a cybernetic playground
says this poet buried deep under the venus of a mound
beneath the camera pout a fresh painted frown
my karma my dharma my medecine wheel knock down
buzzwords photographerno1 commentator no1 shia thug no1
firoze shakir flickrs wordpress blogspot blog goddess
going round and round..
a photo blogger
to a goddess of the blog
my restless multicolored
scarred soul impound.
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Alaskan Fern


Alaskan Fern
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
Sweet little fern
My love like soothing
Dried autumnal flowers
In your urn..
I knew you loved me
And would return.
Alaskan Fern.
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Scorpio,Aquarious,Nefarious-Saggitarious

I walk on a double edged razor sharp sword.

a diamond studded hilt..

Demonizes ..the anger within..

I love..them both...

A Holy Sacrament...

the Original Sin.



One calls me Lord

The other the Master of the Rings.

A leg each in two continents.

While fair Destiny..

Stitched to my gossamer wings..

Joy and happiness to both bring

A puppeteer ..three puppets

And no strings...






photo courtesy cte.jhu.edu/techacademy/web/2000/baczkowski/Kristina/hell...
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My Fatal Attraction.. Dichotomy Of Love

My fatal attraction…Dichotomy of Love.



A unfinished novelette ghost written



Prompted, ejaculatory exclamations..



Predestined..to doom..crushed



Under the feet and beaten on the head



Sledge hammered to pulp,, from above.







The pages blood stained, splattered tattered



Like drowned bloated corpses in water



In azure eyed ponds that have become



Gutters of despair…beyond repair.



Destinys child.luckless in a foster home..



Destiny a closed fist sweaty palms….wont unbare.





poster courtesy www.allposters.com/-sp/Endless-Love-Posters_i498908_.htm
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Demagogic Dreams.


Demagogic Dreams.
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
I dreamt crazy catatonic catastrophic cataclysmic scenes

King and I a Castle and two Queens.

Undisclosed destination of my demagogic dreams

battered shattered life and love

Both encapsulated in ruins.



A headless cock is all that remains of the King

The castle its dichotomy of residence

Peace did not bring...

One Queen to home town has taken wing..

The other Queen enraptured to a parakeet

Has buried him in Alaskan snow...

Head wards ,all you can see is his

Trembling carcassed bareassed barefeet.




photo courtesy

members.aol.com/blgupc/blgupc/jacobs/heart.gif
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Finger Fucked Mum


Finger Fucked Mum
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
I finger fucked her



She got pregnant online



She called me a bastard



She called me a swine.



I pleaded and cajoled



It could not be mine.



I made her an excuse



Fractured finger



I was off- lying.






But now the baby is about to come.



And diapers to wash on my designer bum



And swollen head to twiddle my thumb.



I should have finger fucked myself



Fuck I was dumb.



I made a mountain of bread



Into a molehill of a crumb..



He will call me Buzznet dad



And he will call her Finger Fucked Mum.





This poem is not a revenge..

This poem is not to hurt anyone

This poem is about the fatalistic nature of love on the net.

This poem is my anger with my beloved.

This poem is to a demanding beloved,,ferocious, wild..

This is also to other women who are not my beloved.

This is about the Agony and the Ecstasy..the Pain that love

causes on the net...when you are caught in it..and cant get out.




picture courtesy british llibrary
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Come What May ...


Come What May ...
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
I have decided from today

To womens buzz

I wont go

Come what may.

To dig my grave with

My own hands

And have my say.

And to stay away from women

And the games they play.

Every second , every hour ,every day.

And cock tease...and slay.

And fuck why cant women

Be decent.nice human and kind

Like men I say.

And a womens will

Hemlocked my way.

To a womans buzz

I wont go

Come what may.

Ps after thought,

A pedigreed photographer turned into stray

A horse wanting to be a donkey

Learning to bray.

Why cant women be like men I say.



This poem is dedicated to Steve with a solemn promise

to be Photographer no 1 and not Firoze Shakir I pray.
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I Am An Indian Indigenous To India

I am an Indian indigenous to India

And not the Alaskan type.

I am hot blooded take offence and swipe

And in most cases it is a women

Whose tears I have to wipe.

Photographerno1 and his accursed

Unphotogenic hype..

I say sorry

And delete all that I

Often in my journal type



And it was not speedo..

That made me delete my post

It was my beloved

And not her sisters rotten ghost.

The way my love was smote..

And was made to show the pen

With which I venemously wrote..

That hurt me the most..



Thank you Alaskan Fern..

photo courtesy

waza-aquariusnefarious.buzznet.com/user/photos/?id=226051...
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The Cock Writes


The Cock Writes
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
The Cock writes venomously white

A pseudonym ..for a pen in disguise.

Lies after lies till she says Stop it and cries

Poems..unfinished..and Orgasm dies...

A Writers block...Surrealistic Surmise.

A Broken nib on a Pen in disguise

The Cock .. needs not resize..

The paper with ..Syphlitic Surprise.
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Indian Railways Suck

My Wife was coming from Lucknow on the fucked Pushpak
Instead of 8 pm arrival time it has reached at 3.30 am to her bad luck
my kids were at Dadar waiting and stuck
India Railways no apology
a service so smug..
this happens only in India
shove it under the rug
bureaucratic blasphemy
a soporific drug

9 august 2007
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