The Homeless Gentleman

By Fadi Yousef

About My Writing

Dive into the ocean that is the English language in the style known as romantic existentialism. Go on a journey into the impossible made possible. Stretch your heart and mind and imagination to the depths of the universe and back. Go on adventures that will lead you to emotions you never knew you had. Visit depths of thought which will lead you to love and heartbreak, seasons which know the living and the passed. Die and breathe with me in war and silent peace, times of fruitful plenty, and times of death's scarce bones. Enjoy endings where you find yourself alone on an island examining the flesh and breath of your existence. With vivid imagery that won't leave you in the dark unless we are paying homage to the sacred night. So pack your bags and trip with me as we travel from your soul to your heart to your mind. We will trudge through sun and moon, rivers and oceans, man to woman to child, blood and laughter, and universes of little secrets in your psyche all in the comfort of your own eyes. Enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. This book is your vehicle to all these destinations and much more. Your ride is here. Let's go.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9798885050609

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Copyright © 2022 Fadi Yousef

All rights reserved

First Edition

Fulton Books

Meadville, PA

Published by Fulton Books 2022

Cover illustration by Vivian Yousef

ISBN 979-8-88505-059-3 (paperback)

ISBN 979-8-88505-060-9 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

To mom and dad

I Miss You

I miss you.

Simple as a waiting wind.

Complex like red roses burning.

The world turns

And I along with it

Longer…longing

To undress you from your name

To call you mine. And to dress

Your nudity with my hands…

My eyes. And to call you

By your primitive self…by the words

The gods used; the language of the first earth

When you were molded from dust and air.

Where, now, do you take breath.

In what shape do you love.

I want. I want to swallow your

Smile silently…and to borrow

Your red lips with mine.

You speak in tongues to my single

Understanding…that I try to

Decipher with my hands

Around your waist…the East and

West of the only world that

Matters to me. Oh to travel

And touch…to trip from curve

To curve and send postcards

From my heart to yours.

Your eyes always introduce

Songs of virgin angels that

Rescue me from my own fire

With tears that fall unevenly

In a race to quench the sorrow

Of my wanting to know you…

To know that it is only yourself

You love. And I, only your sun

For a day…a moment…

Tomorrow’s

Memory…a souvenir of your once…

Once upon a time; a story you

Will tell your children

To teach