Friday, March 25, 2011

Mr Gaddafi Would Not Allow His Barber To Shave Him This Way..

Not even over his dead body...

Foreigners Shoot Indians I Shoot Them.. They Think I Am A Foreigner Too

Thats What I Keep Telling Myself

We Are All Born Poets Till We Are Martyred As Saints

In The Beginning Was The Film

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on the soul
of photography
it was the gate
of wisdom
knowledge
intelligence
we Muslims
call ilm
but than came
the birth of the
memory card
what we call
phantasmal
witticism
a new beginning
of an end
a new baptism
graphic gyrations
through a prism

this is for my guru of dreams
mystics uncle der randall

Ring A Ring A Roses

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a pocketful
of blogs
a street side
camera shop
in the service
of humanity
hardly ever
closes
surroundings
of pain pathos
on the soul
of a poet
discloses
in small
doses
right
under
your noses
the flesh
was willing
the spectral
spirit reposes
a silent cry
a drop of a tear
that god chose
to refroze it
inorder
to compose it
what came
his way
my way
he throws it
on the wasteland
it decomposes

The Crown of Thorns

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I shot this without a micro lens,,

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