I Would Never Never Shoot Pictures

with ugly borders
hideous watermarks
photography its soul
its essence simple
stark i can only
shoot what i was
destined to shoot
i dont need to bark
let pictures speak
as they leave their
mark yes a beggar
poet barefeet in
a cosmic park
searching for
spectral light
at the end of
the tunnel
when everything
goes dark..

as a photographer
i decided to perish
without boarding
photographers '
elitist noahs ark

poem dedicated
to my friend mentor

thomas hawk

A Beggar Poet Died Of Flickr Overdose

a chapter by his untimely
passing away now shut
closed .
this is the obituary of
a beggar poet firoze
tears on the soul of
his poetry a cyber god
froze lying out there
in deathly throes
a man watches him
while feeding the crows
be nice to people on
your way up as you
meet them down below
death angelic in her
daintiness has added
on the face of incongruity
a spectral glow as the rains
lash furiously as the winds
blow .when you die you
leave everything behind
beneath your nakedness
you have nothing to show
your friends remember you
but you are comatose
locked poetry captive prose

think flickr think you robbed a
poet of his humility his humanity
you stole his honor when you
robbed his last pair of clothes

dedicated to mr thomas hawk a great teacher guru
waving out to me from a bridge up close ,,as angel
gabriel took away the beggar poets soul shut the doors