Food Destiny Poems

"When Heaven gets overcrowded, place another setting at The Last Supper table," ... by the Poet.

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sitting in silance on the ground..
with the best raggesd used cloths i own..
that was worn by someone before...
yet thats all i have to dress me...

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Gordon entered his apartment and gasped.
How could he have left the place in such a disarray?
He phoned Rosie the head of the handmaids.
Gordon was never...

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When I say I hate living, it’s only because I know it ends. I only hate living because it kind of makes no sense. We...

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Route, pronounced either ROOT or ROWT, is pronounced ROWT in this poem.
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Jesus came down and lived with us, he felt our pain.
He shared his love...

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A weird feeling is crawling up and down in my chest and it leaves me grasping for breath, it crawls like a man walking along...

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I got it as a gift from my grand uncle Dan who lived to a ripe old age of a hundred and one. He was...

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See them scattered everywhere in buses, trucks and horse buggies, thousands of them lined the street with only the clothes on their backs and a...

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"While many are silenced by authority, some are voiceless as they have no courage to protest. But some prefer voicelessness for convenience sake which is...

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The time was 11:05. Damian 
Made the essential announcement 
"HAKIM the time is now 11:05
We will leave this place at 11:15am.
That's 10 minutes from now.
So...

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He wakes up with all forms of contradictions waving over his head and running around with ballot boxes trying to procure the dead with weevil...

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I see you standing there shivering and forcing a smile. I see you standing there looking at me for a while. I wasn’t sure that...

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"Your smile can break chains which block your destiny"
        Quote by Poet

Poetry can be traditional 
food to some people and
Eating it in traditional way.
I like...

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I woke up to the sound of the woodpecker, pecking the wood next to the gutter and the barking dogs gallivanting on the side while...

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Fifty flights up a fish swims by
Hundred floors up still no sky
Lady liberty points to the surface above
Same as the city of brotherly love
Mankind fighting...

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