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Premium Member Akbar, the Great 1542 - 1605

Can a man – all alone - foist a god upon his fellows
Even if it’s only himself
And they his subjects

G.. is Akbar!

Does the muezzin from the minaret of Qoutoub-Minar
look up or
down to the illiterate savant emperor
whose newly-ordered cosmos
much as Tamerlane and Genghis Khan's blood
mixed gods
invented the Gysin-Burroughs cut-up and fold-in method
a cornucopian chimera

      shi'ite-sunnite-kharidjites
         hindu/buddhist-jain
            confucian-taoist/zoroastrian
                orthodox-christian/judaic
                    saivite-vaisnavite
                        mahayanist-theravadite
                            shintoist-zen-chan
                                agnostic-atheist

A…. is Great!

In the begining there was no VERB for him
In the end
                from
"brahmana" Himalayas to the "asurya" Deccan
                        from
Ghazna and Kabul to the spent chugged mouth of the Ganges
where bloomed the Allah-Upanishad

One common language
  One uncommon religion
     One classless society
        One mutually nourishing art
           One scientific quest

and the sweet music of friendly disputation
within then the world’s vastest book and art collection

though knowingly
took to wife an Hindu princess
chose his prime counsellor from among the Brahmin élite

where within hearing distance lithesome nymphs bathed in scented milk
his victoriously wearied warrior limbs back from punitive expeditions
       through Panipat Delhi Agra Punjab Gwalior Ajmer
Gujarat Bengal Sind Orissa Baluchistan Ahmadnagar Kashmir
                                                                                          Khandesh
to circumscribe the sub-continent
a Ceasar at the court of Fatehpur-Sikri

Akbar is ___!

Who would parse and complete or conclude the syllogism

For « One » who dared abolish the jiziyah


Note: Jalal ud-Din Muhammad Akbar (1542-1605), the third Mughal Emperor, edicted that muezzins should herald the rising of the sun by the call: Allah-u-Akbar!
The « jiziyah » , a word of Arabic origin, meaning a tax levied on non-Muslims who wished to conserve their own property, and imposed by the Moghul sovereigns – on and off - in India, was abolished by Akbar in his seventh year of accession to the throne.

©: T. Wignesan, March 13, 1992 (from the sequence/collection: "Words for a Lost Sub-Continent")
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.


Ignorance of the Truth Is No Different Than Fear

Jeremiah 10 OH oh christmas tree oh christmas tree how have you lied to thee 


santa claus is a black man jesus is white with blonde hair and blue eyes 
how much longer must we listen to these ridiculous lies???
    God is love God is good God is great 
but i bet you didnt know that God can hate!!(Malachi 1:2-3)
    you say open your heart come to God come to truth 
but did you know your God delights in destroying you?(Deuteronomy 28:63)
   you celebrate christmas and easter as if it were so
but the devil has kept you out of the loop out of the know 
   two calendar months were added to the year 
ignorance of the truth is no different than fear 
   july for julius ceasar and august for augustus ceasar complete this revolution 
but you believe in the pagan traditions with no proof or absolution 
   september was the seventh month 
october was the eighth 
november was the ninth 
december was the tenth 
do you still believe dec 25 was the day jesus was sent?
   the bible says they have eyes but can not see and ears but can not hear (Ezekiel 12:2)
ignorance of the truth is no different than fear 
  you give gifts once a year and celebrate his birth 
he died for all our sins is that all that he is worth?
  you love to nail the law of moses to the cross 
and in doing so youre sending a message saying the message is lost 
  jesus didnt come to abolish the law he came to fulfill them (Matthew 5:17)
but it is the devil in you that is determined to conceal them 

Ezekiel 12:2
"Son of man, you are living among a rebellious people. They have eyes to see but do not see and ears to hear but do not hear, for they are a rebellious people

Deuteronomy 28:63
Just as it pleased the LORD to make you prosper and increase in number, so it will please him to ruin and destroy you. 

Malachi 1:2-3
. “Yet I have loved Jacob 3 but Esau I have hated. I have laid waste his hill country and left his heritage to jackals

Matthew 5:17
Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them.
Form: Rhyme

Ceasar Salad

People think plants are not violent 
This is where I will tend to disagree
Have you ever seen a vine strangle a tree?
What about when a fly is devoured by the Venus?
When the weeds clog the yard with such immensity that drains every nearby plant?

Sure you have
Therefore you have witnessed the hard-wired DNA principle 
To survive 
Regardless of species
The predation and the prey
All within the concept that.....
 
Celery somehow made it to dominance in a seemingly peaceful fashion 
Yet deceptively, as stoic as this ... Celery... seems
It most certainly practices a turgid diplomacy of violence
Showing its importance as          
An invaluable part of classic broth 
A team player in regards to fiber
And
Let's never forget the partnership with peanut butter

So it began
Celery was allowed into the favored gardens of the chosen vegetables
Walled away from the thorny, thick monstrosities that grew unattended 
On the other side of the gate
Shedding their pollen without the slightest of apologies
But none of this was a concern for Celery
As Celery grew strong, robust and prolific
Soon it was apparent Celery had larger dreams than walled-off gardens 
It was time for world domination 
It was time to run the competitors unto the topsoil

Celery's surrounding mother roots went deep and everywhere within the soil 
This unquenchable thirst caused
Many neighboring plants to become so stifled 
A massive plant exodus occurred 
Creating even more harsh turf conditions
This was compounded with the
Many casualties from plant-like warfare
Yet, one may ask  
Did Celery show mercy and a vegetative state upon its face
No (and yes)
The roots took over and drained the essence from every beet, scallion and basil
In proximity
While simultaneously and 
Ravenously soaking in every bit of energy needed for
Survival
Even at the cost of Celery's family and friends

So
Given this veracious tale
Do you still believe plants are not violent?

Mysteries of Human Hairs Part I of Ii

Revised in two parts 

Mysteries  of Human Hairs  I of II


Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble,
When nicely looked after and  softly taken care of.

Hairs O’ hairs  O’ lovely  ravishin hairs,
Your beauty and elegance, has often   inspired,
Your softness and shines have captivated many and 
To  put their hearts on fire, 
Your aroma can evoke to extremes, 
Passion and lust like streams.

The lustrous beauty of these hairs,
Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions,
To win only a Helen of Troy and 
Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey, 
Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors.

Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs,
Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors
Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages,
Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs.

Hairs, O hairs, O’ Lovely ravishing hairs,
Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters,
Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world,        
While many have altered their existence, completely,
To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls,
Even the dullness of your hairs too, 
Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers.

Hairs, O hairs, O’ lovely   ravishing hairs,	
When you hang, you look like dark clouds,  
Playing on the forehead of a woman,
By watching such clouds many get lost,
In the colors of your showering rains.

Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations, 
Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and
Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever,
While many have found the goal of their life,    
In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors,
What a strange it is,  that still many 
Would like and love to get sacrificed, 
In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 17.10.2010
Revised on  28.03 2012

Premium Member High Powered Fences

High Powered Fences, 
Beyond Your Vote

Armchair Politian's sitting beside Ceasar(a), 
believing or at least making believe...
that they are for the people, 
and not against. 
"They" have been there too long.
Rot is strong, coming from the corpses. 

They point thin-sharp fingers,
and makeup rules, 
using the tools, of the trade. 
Lies like snakes, 
that live on both land and water, 
in every form of underling,
pressed into service...
for the queen, of nothing. 

Lowlife voters pleading for honesty, 
from dark web media that has sold out. 
The land-turtles living in office, 
fighting over the scraps of the victory garden, 
a warning of war already in the distance. 
Like bugs eating their own fallen, 
while striving to start a new colony, 
they chant over the electric lines...
martyr-ism. 
Of a hero, no, of a monster. 
How is lifting evil up okay?
If not backed by the lies of a religion, 
as dark as those that hide their face, 
like cowards do, 
and bow. 

You have read it at the end of every book. 
It is the same sunrise and sunset. 
It is just another day, 
no matter what the media say. 

They scream and yell and cry, 
like Hinny Penny and the Sky. 
The facts quit... not quite the case. 
The prayers of a country, 
saints gathered knowing all are coming. 
Standing up for the weak, 
taking back and remembering. 
Waking up the old to dance again...
on the government franchise, 
we should own from the illegal gotten gain, 
the children of the political elite, 
and supreme,  cheerleaders of the third world. 

The larks in the media,
busy telling us...
all they want us to know. 
The reality is "they" do their best business, 
lying to us all. 
There will be an accounting. 
There will be, a fall.
The time is coming. 
That is the call.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative


Questions In Africa

The sound of 
the wind is 
the
 wind that 
makes the 
sound

what is a 
sound?
What is a wind?
What is the sound?
What is the 
wind?

What is the 
sound of the 
wind?

Censored the 
sound is 
shimmering
to fissure the 
fetter
a locust of 
beigns rigged 
out

If war means 
death why
do people go 
to battle?
war and 
battle are 
they the 
same?
Which one is 
bad?
which one 
incites a bard?

a necessary 
end death is
to Ceasar but 
why come
when the end 
is 
unnecessary?

If hunger that 
has hope kills 
what does 
hopeless 
hunger do?

What defines 
a foreign cow 
and a
local 
cow...the 
milk or the 
colour

Is the 
evidence of 
absense 
same as
absence of 
evidence?

If poverty is 
indeed a 
curse
 what is the 
cause?

why is killing 
someone 
called 
murder but
killing at 
the right time 
called politics?

What is 
murder?
Is it the same 
as mother?
Which one 
annihilates 
and 
which one 
creates?

What is 
politics?
Is it a game
is it a war
is it a battle
is it evil or
is it all?

What is evil? 
Nothing!
The heart 
only makes it 
so
if the heart 
could think 
evil
 is the heart 
not evil?

Since one 
acquires 
one's mother 
tongue
what forbids 
one from 
acquiring the
murder 
tongue too?

If the patient 
dog eats the 
fattest bone
and a 
person
 who 
arrives at the 
well
 first
 draws the 
cleanest water
 
what then is 
the 
equilibrium?

Saying what 
you mean and
meaning 
what you say 
are they the same?
Does the 
constant 
nodding of
 the
 lizard mean 
all is well?

Now the 
sound I know
the wind now 
I know
but the sound 
of the I know 
not

Tell me the 
sound of the 
wind
© Onyeka Onu  Create an image from this poem.

We Should Expect

"It harder for a Rich man to get into heaven,
than it is, for a camel to get through 
to get through the eye of a needle"
with great wealth comes great power

God expects more of the wealthy
in a position of wealth, 
you are expected
to take care of the poor

You have a responsibility
I'm glad I'm not rich
I don't want to face God
I didn't do enough to care for people

I would not like to say
I increased the cost of medication
so people couldn't afford to pay for health 
I don't want to face God and say

I took the money off sick and poor
so I could live in luxury
I don't want to be the Pope
and stand up and say

I'm sorry God 
I thought that I only had to bring
people to your church
I didn't realize

I had to invest your money
building banks jewelry shops 
and business creating wealth,
creating investments 

I read about Jesus
with the Hebrew people 
where they tried to trap him
who should we pay 

should we pay the tribute to Rome
or the tithe to the synagog 
and Jesus said whos face in on the coin
they repeated Ceasars

so give unto Ceasar what is Ceasars
give unto God what is Gods
what choice did he have
to say only give the tithe

would have lead to war with Rome
to say only give the tribute 
would have lead to the end 
of their religious Government

The end of the beginning Church
it had nothing to do with the separation 
of church and state
it had plenty to do with keeping the peace

The Church was the State in Christs time
now we are expected to pay
ten percent to the Church 
and tax to the Government

But when we pay both tax and tithe 
we should expect both Governments 
and Church to provide jobs 
and provide lives for the people.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member On Paying Alms to Ceasar

When Jesus was asked about whether or not it is healthy and safe for the colonized Jewish people to pay taxes to kleptocratic Ceasar, he said to give back to Ceasar what is his.

What is his,
to serve WeSacredPeople 
mind/body health 
and environmental safety?

Christ's implied church v state reverse corrollary:
Do not give Ceasar what is not his,
to disempower mind/body health
and panentheistically wealthy 
polyculturing Earth safety.

So what would happen if the international religious sector
offered tax sanctuary for all their extended family members?
friends,
allies,
cooperative and family businesses,
co-invested partners,
work and play associates

To be held by the nearest neurosystemic 
trauma-informed
GreenState compassionate communication
win/win sanctuary government

Tax sanctuary funds re-invested to restore peace
in our ongoing ecosystemic struggle
against feeding further AnthroSupremacist colonization
by anti-health and unsafe wealth 
kleptocratic regimes
 
Openly warring against
First Amendment religion and liberating voice protected
freedom to practice panentheistic communion
and multiculturally healing communication
empowering Earth's climate health Sanctuary 
re-connecting
re-ligioning
re-weaving
creolizing co-investments 

Regenerating Left/Right bi-partisan 
dipolar co-gravitating wealth of resonance

Resilient mind-liberating
body-conserving
health and safe wealth
re-engaging inter-religious consensus
YangMind enlightened
YinBody empowered peace-making
EarthCommunion indigenous wisdom systems

Compassionate as bodhisattva MotherTrees;
wealth wise as messianic serpents.

A Soldiers Story

I was born a pauper
In the early Roman days
When Ceasar was the ruler
Of the soldiers and the slaves

We lived within the outskirts
Of the city life domain
Feeding from the lamb
And the produce of our grain

I grew to be an athlete
True of heart and strength of steel
I joined my nations army
To defend our rulers will

They sent me off to Bethlehem
To take the sensus toll
I counted every head that came
And wrote it in the scroll

A shepherd and his wife came by
Joseph was his name
He said his wife was Mary
And they need a place to stay

I took their names and wrote them down
Then pointed to the town
I said, "I make no gaurantee
I only serve the crown"

So there they went upon their way
On that December night
I finished up below the glow
Of something shining bright

A brilliant star up in the sky
Above the nearest town
I had a room there at the inn
Where I would soon bed down

That night as I was there asleep
My eyes were torn awake
I felt as though I'd met a king
That we would soon forsake

I grabbed my robe and took my sword
And made my way outside
Something told me He was here
A will I must abide

I saw a stable all aglow
Where wise men stood around
As well as shepherds and their flock
And others from the town

I pushed my way past local priests
And other sordid lives
I had to see what caused the glee
Of everyone inside

But there was just a manger
With an infant in its bed
Swaddled in a tiny cloth
As mamma held his head

I looked upon the moment
And I heard the angels sing
Glory hallelujah
Praise the birth of our new King


Rockman
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Conundrums of Barabbas

I was born in a world ruled by emperors and organized power.
I was Armed with a spirit of combat and weapons of warfare.
Resistance to the death led me to be captured and imprisoned.

There was one, Jesus, whom I had heard about but had no use
for him. Notwithstanding, here we were, accused criminals of capital
offenses.  Authorities of the Jews preferred my release and not Jesus'.
We both were revolutionaries, but our methods were different.
His was a revolutionary plan based on love. Mine was a plan of
revolution to defeat the Romans by any means necessary. I sought
to destroy a system made by men of greed and power. He sought
to save all people from their sins.  My crimes were against the kingdom
of Ceasar. Technically, his crimes were against the kingdom of Satan.

Before my arrest, I was very busy seeking to overthrow the
Romans, but not so busy that I was never aware of the ministry
of Jesus as he went about doing good. It never occurred to me that
we would meet, but here we were at the crossroads of our lives.
There were no words spoken between us, but I heard life-changing
words penetrating the very core of my soul.

So, as I freely walked away from my prison chains, I stared at
Jesus and wondered which of us was really free. Every fiber of my
being was wrapped in confusion and filled with questions, and I was
forced to deal with his claims of Deity.

Moreover, I was pardoned and released by a mob. Jesus was condemned
by a kangaroo court and crucified. I was released to fight again. Jesus
was crucified so that all mankind might be able to live forever.

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