Friday, June 22, 2007

IN THE SHADE


IN THE SHADE
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1
Man in the shade
god made...
Overslept
got laid..
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SHADOW BOXER


SHADOW BOXER
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1
Motherfucking son of a bitch, swollen headed syphlittic

ass hole, gonnohoreal good for nothing,

Love words enveloped

As greetings

In the brothel of my brain.

This is my red light cage like gym

Where my fuckedwords go to train.

Cunts smelling of roses cinamon, cardamum

To my claustrophobic cock enchain...

And every slide and every glide,

The pathos and the pain

My slithering tongue in

Her vulva lipped mouth.

My libidinous karma drain.

Cunt heads.. tit heads, why complain

You sanctimonius sacredotal shit heads

Would be the first to fuck her free

In the hallowed hollowed brothel of my brain.



This is dedicated to my Alaskan Fern, who taught me all the fucked words for Free.. ..Indigenous Indians.. when they see me walking barefoot on snow say shaking their heads"O there goes the free fucked word.

Actually American Women on Buzznet thoroughly corrupted me I had stopped bad words , but they pushed me to the edge so Shri Shakir tried to be with the jones..though I have given up writing cock poetry..
There was one incomplete poem
Buzzbot Circumsized Cyborgean Cock.
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CENTRE STAGED COMMENT !

Falling in love presumably makes you a poet,not falling in love keeps you an arsehole all your remaining shelf life.
You remain where you are on the staicase without ever reaching a landing of her heart.

These are my earliest poem piggy banked at my homesite
I release them here at flickr to be unread on her heart...
The sea shell the echoes of Om Home Sweet Home..

shot by bw jatkar
Date: 10/23/2005 Time: 07:01 AM Visits: 64

CENTRE STAGED
XRIS KILLED YOU ALL
I WAS OUTRAGED
A BATTLE CENTRESTAGED
HE WAS PAYING HOMAGE

ALPHA"BETTY"ICALLY SENDING US AWAY
HIGHLIT IN AREAS THAT WERENT GREY..
BUT WE WILL LIVE ON BUZZNET AND STAY
XRIS YOU SURELY ARE GOING TO PAY
FOR KILLING ROMANCE..
THATS GOING TO END IN MARRIAGE ‘
ANY WAY.
CSORBA
EVEN YORRIK HAS GONE POETIC PRAY.
RIB STEALER..ON A BENCH
FAR AWAY..

March 28th, 2007

Mostly I commented in poetic form this was a comment on Xris Taylors most popular post at Buzznet the Tinies , he had in verse killed the cream of Buznet ...Comments are what help us grow as bloggers, comments are sometimes the heart that beats our body posts.People ae wary to comment or not to comment , to the bloggers depravity not cause a dent ..delete and repent love uncoiled as yogic kundalini at the mercy of the serpent ..I bleed in Moharam you mourn in Lent ..
Cyberspace a migrants tent from her page to your page it depends ...


On my homesite no one has ever commented..that is a thought highly commentable .
www.photographerno1.com

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Dying Standing Hijdas Death

every single moment
reminded of death
buried alive
standing
she said
worms
crawling up her
soul to be fed
married to arayavan
a goddess
widowed unwed
the charpai a martial bed
he on top
wrestling
depositing
a seed
already dead
no amnioic fluid
no umbilical
cord of silken thread
a gateway trapdoored
instead
stormy emotions
sodom gommorah
dark biblical
clouds overhead.

poem no 714
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The Hijdas Flight the Hijdas Tale

This is a quintessential character of a mumbai night life and the words and settings are Bambaiya.. and close to the truth that hides under the petticoat of a a sleazy and steamy darkness of the city or the soul of a transgendered prey and the midnight unwholesome predator.




recreating Gods
pictorial
representation
adding new highlights
toning old shadows
and midtones
resculpting Gods
misapplied orientation
a new hyperlink
cut and paste
a new web page
a nightingales cry
an ungilded cage
abracadabra
a fleet footed
river a new hope
a new beginning
at every stage
a hijdas tale

cruising linking road
city walk signal
khar telephone exchange
frustrated furious
no customers
diwali and idd
a slakish thirst
empty stomach
cant assuage
the hijdas tale

at peela house
another time
another place
alankar cinema
poor mans
anchorage
randi khana
moonh mein lungi
bees rupiya
gand marane ka 50 rupiya
teri jagah
meri jagah
haath gadi wala
pheriwalahs
dhandewalis
clientage
the hijdas tale

another night
another place
cooperage
rajabai tower
oval maidan
dark glasses
navy drunks
bhendi bazaar hunks
cat calls galis
from crusising skunks
over to gateway
bade miya
kheer boti wala
pet puja
and some chunks .
hijdas tale

tajmahal hotel
gateway of India
in the night
gokul drinks
a time pass
quick bite
bhadwas jhagdas
and some fight
a new invite
handsome hunk of
good height
a quick fuck
a sleazy joint
lady maid
guest house
fires ignite
more rim light
handsome hunk
drunk and tight
steal his wallet
introductory rite
to passage
its all right
the hijdas tale
the hijdas flight






poem no 715
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The Frangible Hijda s Soul

Hijda fraternity
7 gharanas
panch naik guru
part of a
androgynous
committee
some plucky
some ducky
not all lucky
some hardly witty
dancing tunes
songless ditty
vaginal like
asshole to eternity
some sell body parts
pitch forked pity
some precariously pretty
moti katra and ajmer city
some distempered
wrath of a kitty
outdated words
outdated worlds
fast and flitty
some daredevilish gritty
some silly coned valley
outrageously titty
the hijda all colors and hues
monochromatic ..
the Khwajas dome
their Holy City.

poem no 717
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Allah Ki Den Gods Gift

courtesy
Midday Mumbai June 21 2007
Story by Prawesh Lama
(Nuh Mewat Haryana )
40 year old woman in Mewat district of Hayana gave birth to her 23rd child on Sunday .
The baby was born to Bismillah 40 and Mohammad Ishaq 50 at the nearby Al Afia Government Hospital in the district.
The couple were married in 1976 and since then , Bismillah has given birth to 23 children the latest being a female child who was born on Sunday named Shabira .
“delighted father Mohamed Ishaq said “Yeh toh sab Allah ki den hai agar hamara chaubiswabaccha agle sal hua to who bhi hum Allah ke den samjhenge.”
(All this is Allahs gift ,If we get a 24th child next year we will welcome it too).”
“I find it very difficult to remember their names as they all look the same”. he said

Yeh sab Allah ki den hai
Yes this is Allahs gift
He voraciously fucks his wife
On Allah the blame shift
This is Islamic thought
Distorted short shift
No guide or Muslim leader
From such Ignorance uplift
No Fatwa makeshift
23 children he has been very thrift
Certainly Naught spendthrift
This is life Made In India
A future of birth control
Gone adrift
Working overtime
Both shift
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