Friday, March 16, 2012

I dont post pictures on Google+..I Pimp Flickr ..

Jimi of Jimmis Kitchen Shot By Marziya Shakir 3 Years old

Beggar Poets Fly On Wings of Angels Too

I Shoot Cosmic Pain In Flight .. of Broken Winged Birds of Destiny

I Only Shoot What I Was Destined To Shoot .. And What You Were Destined To See Through My Camera Eye

Love Means Never Having To Say Sorry When You Bleed

Sacrifice the Story of Islam.. Began With Abraham Ended With Hussain

I shoot so much of blood during Bakra Eid that it overflows from my being during Ashura and Chehlum

The Two Main Chapters of Islam Written in Blood Bakra Eid and Moharam

Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

I was skinned hung dry slaughtered because I dared to love her with all her flaws

Dead Poets are sacrificial lambs on the soul of poetry ..wordlessly bound to silence

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I dont share my number at all . I dont wish to socialize with people I dont know Thank you for your comments ,, Blessings I am 68 yea...