The Terrorist on a Mound
to Satanic Verses bound
Rogue Mullahs
false ideaology
surround
to them his
twisted soul impound
Jehad a word for revenge
crime and punishment
words that are not
profound
the best of him above
the rest of him
buried underground
his brains cannot be found
no they did not get drowned
nor were they shot without a sound
an insult to a canine
but the terrorist a treacherous
blood hound
suicidal his lifes goal
a coward faceless
human heads
he will pound
clueless to confound
gets hit
by our resilience
not once
but a million times
on the rebound
we win always
without losing
ground.
I am street photographer a beggar poet .. I shoot misery cavorting with hope I shoot original content. I am Shia Sufi Hindu all in One
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
The Terrorist On a Mound
The Terrorist on a Mound
to Satanic Verses bound
Rogue Mullahs
false ideaology
surround
to them his
twisted soul impound
Jehad a word for revenge
crime and punishment
words that are not
profound
the best of him above
the rest of him
buried underground
his brains cannot be found
no they did not get drowned
nor were they shot without a sound
an insult to a canine
but the terrorist a treacherous
blood hound
suicidal his lifes goal
a coward faceless
human heads
he will pound
clueless to confound
gets hit
by our resilience
not once
but a million times
on the rebound
we win always
without losing
ground.
to Satanic Verses bound
Rogue Mullahs
false ideaology
surround
to them his
twisted soul impound
Jehad a word for revenge
crime and punishment
words that are not
profound
the best of him above
the rest of him
buried underground
his brains cannot be found
no they did not get drowned
nor were they shot without a sound
an insult to a canine
but the terrorist a treacherous
blood hound
suicidal his lifes goal
a coward faceless
human heads
he will pound
clueless to confound
gets hit
by our resilience
not once
but a million times
on the rebound
we win always
without losing
ground.
My Family Jewels 2
My family jewels
Hanging on the walls
And these jewels
Are quite different
From those that we
Call balls
My jewels
Untesticular
some big and some small
I wear them
A different one
Each day
my world
I do enthrall
hide them
from evil eye
with the drape
of my shawl
a silver spectre
her name
i recall
Hanging on the walls
And these jewels
Are quite different
From those that we
Call balls
My jewels
Untesticular
some big and some small
I wear them
A different one
Each day
my world
I do enthrall
hide them
from evil eye
with the drape
of my shawl
a silver spectre
her name
i recall
To Love Moon
photo courtesy http://tolovemoon.buzznet.com/user/profile/
to love a moon
i did try
till from the kitchen
i heard a child cry
i looked up at heavens
let out a sigh
why do i love mothers
love had no reply.
to love a moon
i did try
till from the kitchen
i heard a child cry
i looked up at heavens
let out a sigh
why do i love mothers
love had no reply.
Roostered Rhymster
First
she gave me hemlock
a shell shock
made
my tongue talk
a soul from
my body
unlock
shia thug
no more
a stumbling
block of a
schlock
roostered
rhymster
saviour
of a
styrian
cock .
Bird variety
to mock
she gave me hemlock
a shell shock
made
my tongue talk
a soul from
my body
unlock
shia thug
no more
a stumbling
block of a
schlock
roostered
rhymster
saviour
of a
styrian
cock .
Bird variety
to mock
afshaan
A rag head
to cover
my brains
before
they outspread
in a world where
hate is widespread
where man kills man
gods blood sheds
thorns
a post marital bed
a snake pit
waiting for me
when i am dead
worms
who will tear me
to shreds
a drop of a tear
from the eyes
of my spouse
afshaan
on my buried soul
from overhead
married to an
illusion
at the age of 14
instead
interwoven
to thesilence
of a thread
lyrical longings
wordless poems
unread
a body married
to a soul unwed
to cover
my brains
before
they outspread
in a world where
hate is widespread
where man kills man
gods blood sheds
thorns
a post marital bed
a snake pit
waiting for me
when i am dead
worms
who will tear me
to shreds
a drop of a tear
from the eyes
of my spouse
afshaan
on my buried soul
from overhead
married to an
illusion
at the age of 14
instead
interwoven
to thesilence
of a thread
lyrical longings
wordless poems
unread
a body married
to a soul unwed
Shia Thug A Terrorist In Love
Dangerous
Demented
Designer dude
A bubbly boy
In a birthday suit
In her unloved heart
Of a blog goddess of repute
my love imbued
a terrorist
Shia Thug
On a digital disaster route
unfurling words
Poetry
in pursuit
Clinging to
her apron
like a parachute
bomb blasting
rationed internet hours
little kitty
as she mews
a terrorist attack
deaf dumb and mute
pouted silver
chromed lips
dreams of a duet.
a beggared
braggart
Peace
A sorrowful
song
on
an
Indian flute
Demented
Designer dude
A bubbly boy
In a birthday suit
In her unloved heart
Of a blog goddess of repute
my love imbued
a terrorist
Shia Thug
On a digital disaster route
unfurling words
Poetry
in pursuit
Clinging to
her apron
like a parachute
bomb blasting
rationed internet hours
little kitty
as she mews
a terrorist attack
deaf dumb and mute
pouted silver
chromed lips
dreams of a duet.
a beggared
braggart
Peace
A sorrowful
song
on
an
Indian flute
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