Drifting DoppleA Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey Painting the world with words Herbal smoke drifts up the clouds Green butterflies flutter around my head Libyan man protesting the current regime N.A.T.O. Failed another people Journalist snapping shots asking questions Locked away in Galileo’s room F.M. Frequencies filter through the purple sky Streetlights turn off one by one Heavy taste of prune juice stains the tongue I enter the house of prayer Humbling myself to the Father of the universe Cool air melts cubes of tea Born again moments passed Herbal smoke lingers no longer Drift to the clouds Only a pile of ash remains © 2012 Abdul Batin Osman BeyAuthor's Note
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Abdul Batin Osman BeyCambridge, MAAboutIt is said that if Johnny Thunders and Janis Joplin were to have a child then have him to be raised by the unwanted aspects of Society while having him schooled in Timbuktu that person would be me. I.. more..Writing
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