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PART I
The Joy of a birth, his own shine penetrating his eyes,
The new out born fruit of a long spend love,
Her hands rubbing against her red shiny chin,
Her legs crossed, the beauty that sings till the last breath.
Her thumb in her mouth, blowing, saliva flowing all over,
Her tiny grassy hairs and a sensational smile!
His mind throbbing with a pleasant paternal pain,
Oh, the enduring love!
He curls her onto his lips, the roses of affection,
Fell on her bright cheeks and a spurt of emotions,
Through his blood, that glowed the heavens between
And his two round globes filled by a sea of passion.
“Come to me, my baby, my love, my little daughter….
My sweet little doll,
I will love you till my death…
And I will carve a heavenly doll,
For you to sleep with….My angel…”
The man thus became a father and a true paternal love
Flew through his heart, into the unknown worlds.
PART II
The enthusiasm of the youth, and desire for the taste of love,
Her tiny grassy hairs grown long,
The soft fabulous filaments of keratin hanging by her curves,
The dream of a girl, for a handsome prince haunting her nights,
And eventually flourishing into a full blossom shiny daffodil,
Her lips wet, her legs crossed, her red cheeks burning
And the sweats flowing through the blankets.
Oh, the youthful pleasure!
The ghostly love takes her into the world of souls
From there the memories of her father,
Pulling her back, into the past world.
The affection fought heavily with the gods, but, only in vain.
And the gods decided to keep in their beds, the beauty of hers.
Unknown of these realities, he opens the door
And finds his love fallen prey to the love of an unknown.
All his dreams to carve her a heavenly doll to sleep,
Perished only in the mightiest darks of the underworlds.
The life in his soul had gone and the bird shall sing no more…
“Not yet, my love, not yet ….
I haven’t died …my love ….I haven’t”
He fells on his knees and takes her into his arms,
Her head hanging down by his flexed elbow,
Her breast pressing hardly into his heart,
His face bends, lips on her forehead,
And his teethes hurting her pale feathery skin,
Tears of unfinished love dribbling from his spheres, her face wet,
He cries loud with no breath in-between.
THE END©Anees Rahman
When each day begins
and each evening ends
knowing Earth is within our redemption intent,
our commitment to Sacred Earth's restoring Grace
within ourselves,
within our families,
within our communities,
within our humane-divine
nature-spirited species,
within our multi-species relationships,
within Earth,
upon Earth,
around Earth,
through Earths emerging sacred climates
cosmology
theology
ethology,
Then those economic and political
and personal and sexual
and relational and intimate
and vulnerable co-redemptive intended activities and investments,
evolve co-empathic awarenesses,
grow moments of bilateral Grace consciousness
transpire to transubstantiate
occurring and re-occurring event patterns
and rhythm landscapes within
and climates without,
in-between these dawn and dusk sacred wonder events.
To do less,
to invest less than everything,
is to risk Win-Lose harm to oneself,
and to one's sacred democratic cooperative trust
in truths restoring justice
over lies and errors disintegrating relationship,
To cooperate nondually more, so less dualistically interpreted divisions,
and dipolar, so less bipolar competitions,
and appositional, so less oppositional assumptions
between God's HolySpirit
and MatrioticEarth's Holonic Nature.
Judeo-Christian Creation Stories
are invitations toward restoration
of primal NatureSpirit Relationship;
not judgment against the too-secular, fallen, and unredeemed.
When our teachers teach other-phobia,
then we are listening and following
and too often voting for
false fake-evangelical prophets
of God as a Wanna-Be Totalitarian Fascist,
a Hater of Evil destining HellFire Futures
more than a MultiCultural Healer
toward Love-Lives Eternal.
We identify fake-patriotism
by discerning divine-humane rights
and wrongs
of monotheistic triumphalism,
rather than Gospel integrity
of profound Love
for Sacred Earth.
When each day begins
and each evening dissolves into
Sacred Earth's restoring Grace
within ourselves,
within our families,
within our communities,
Then those economic and political
and personal and sexual
and relational and intimate
and vulnerable activities and investments,
transpire to transubstantiate.
Our forest habitat
gusts breezes
across our skins,
as darkness slowly turns
toward bright sky light.
My son
who cannot walk
nor speak his name
talks vociferously forth and with
and adding as this morning breeze
together part of Her embrace,
playful tickles
across his advocating happy Yanging face
teaching out and taking in, as possible
what and whom is impossible
for any of us to see,
whether blind as he
or sighted as we
might actually hope to be.
D is an avid scooting son
toward virgin forest greetings,
able to smell and feel morning seasons and rhythms
of days and night,
dark and persuasively gusty bright
flow of solar and lunar breezes
across our democratic EarthBound skins,
nurturing solidarity
older than concrete avenues toward cities
of overwhelming unforesting,
unraveling
tribes producing what once was nutrition,
good food more than fake food,
healthy love of gusty bright mornings
over toxic repressed-yin darks,
nightmares of climate acclimation
to separating multi-sensory linguistic pathologies.
D's life is liturgy of love
blemished only by occasional aversions to entrapment
and suffering alone
when we might become possible
to produce healthier webs of cooperative nurture
together,
Dad and D
as We.
Daranyani D,
celebrating sacred forest winds
as feminine matriarchal principles
gracing his brown naked skin.
Diversity of days and holonic nightdreams,
democratic nutritional pluralism,
principles of forest reweaving civilizations
older than cities
surrounded by fading cultures of wealth
through deforesting this EarthTribe Morning
which,
on its very best warm gusty day,
has become worthy
of concelebrating Daranyani D's
forest optimizing breezes,
liturgies of EarthTribe's
Secular Out and Sacred In
brightest elder
matriarchally principled
(0)Soul bilateral sacred brain-dance,
Elder RightBrain
Still-PolyCulturating Light-RainDance
Choreographies Sacred (0)Sum EcoPolitical
BiCameral Green-Dominant.
Just like his preachy, but basically happy, ElderDad
co-eco incarnating
our forest habitat
gusts breezes
across our naked wrongs and rights,
as darkness slowly turns
toward bright returning sky light.
On a dark Friday night, creature crawling
The darkness silenced, frogs in swamps shuts
Croaking and the hissing create muted at once
To perceive the whistlers whistling in turns
PaMushika-shika, To board home, Combies
After being dropped off by the combi Pahasha
I opted for a quick thriving by the darks, Ana
Sisi Pamumvuri. A quick one to say, quench
My absurd sexual appetites, lips left so dried...
Two steps forth, leaking my white rimmed lips
A bite too, appreciating a sultry maze in front
Never did I thought of my ED condition. Oh
Had long forgotten about understanding my ed
And his symptoms, Ed and my lifestyle as well
His common causes I had drawn a blank eye.
A short skirts fitting her slendern torso, as of
My utterance she became the defined beauties
Of the night, Eh... so eloquent alike Mugabe's
Speech in Native language, mocking the chaps
Whom taught him of vowels a e i o u. A ei ou
Quick to react, she gets to talk business as of
Her routine, A five dollar note for short time
Not a bad fortune for her well decorated torso
In her dark room I found myself in, undressing
And her radio, powered on spelling the melting pot
It spelt of the misfortunes of the domains vividly
How we queue in long impetuous lines to refill
How the price hiking and shelves emptying wry
How the bond note manifest into bondage, more...
And more dilemmas spat by the voice in her radio.
The heraldings left me a quagmire, I was stunned
In a state of confusion and conflicts, I was naked
So rinsed were my thoughts of independence awry
And to her nakedness I found not any pleasure more
An ED to her rescue, Victims of circumstances
Never did I thought of stress to lead me an ED
Depression, anxiety, and alcohol often trigger it.
In this case maybe my physical factor of diabetes,
My kidney disease and blood vessel diseases been the culprit.
An Erectile dysfunction to her rescue. Victims of ED.
In my safe and healthy climate home
we find
our most effective way
to defensively avoid ballistic violence
in words and aggressive actions
is to begin and end each potential vampiratic day
with cooperative love
for restoring this HereNow SpaceTime
co-redeeming peaceful justice,
gratitude,
positivenergy attitude
active hope to find WinWin opportunities
as stronger faith in tomorrow
composed positively regathering
our LoseLose risks of yesterday
suboptimally WinFewer/LoseEverMore.
Our home-based best in-between
BothLeft/AndRight
EgoYang with EcoYin
defense against toxic mutual co-investment in future LossRisks
are these dawn through dusk daily WinWin
mutually non-violent offensives--
cooperatively reiterative co-articulations
of loving and wondrous and awesome GoodNews wins
and frustrating anti-ecotherapeutic ego-losses.
Perhaps senates and houses,
parliaments and CEOs,
governments and corporations,
incarnations and reincarnations,
might amend our multilateral green rules,
as climate necessary to restore healthy justice,
in this same secular and sacred
liturgically health-seasoned way
of mutually cooperative ecopolitical gratitude.
Morning and evening lights and darks re-visited
as mutually competing predators
for co-investing healthy-wealth,
Dawn and Dusk WinWin
positivenergy democratic health-extension options
massages and hugs
backrubs and footrubs
extending family communion stories
within Sacred EarthTribe's bilateral ecobalancing hands
and dancing revolutionary feet
remembering restoring rhythmed rituals
circling ancient fire-circle batons
of matriarchal-patriarchal wand holders
speaking through smiles
retelling healthy cooperative Ego/EcoWisdom.
EarthTribe humane-divine membership
is only Integrity
of each HereNow ZeroZone
Positive with notnot NegativEnergy
ParadisePotential.
Your words sounded so sincere
Because love was in you heart
You know that person I was
Right from the very start
You said that you love me
For I have the straits you admired
And that you will fight for this love
For I’m the one your heart desired
And we will make it through
What ever darks days lay ahead
And face the hails storms and the fire
Until the day that we are wed
The courage of your words
Has given me the strength to believe
For no matter the pain I feel now
One day in your arms I will be receive
But as time goes by you chance
You allowed other to put doubt in your mind
And thought you love me so much
Now your words become unkind
But the more you try to hurt me
The deeper in love you fall
And no matter how you try to denies it
In your heart you love me all
But I refuse to let go
For my love for you are so strong
No matter how much you push me to go
I always will stand my ground
But last night I got tired of dreaming
And am now through with trying
So now I’m going to walk away
While my heart will be slowly dying
So thank you for your precious time
For all these days that you have give
Please forgive me for all the time
I was clinging to you like adhesive
I don’t know if you think it was fun
I bet you though I’d never turn away
And I know you will miss me
And you never believe you’d see this day
When I leave I will never look back
Will be focus and keep my eyes on the street
For if I only see you crying
I will come and throw my life at your feet
So I have to be strong
Although it kills me inside
For I just want to find a hole
And just bury my self and hide
I just don’t have the will live again
My life have become so empty
Although I’m bless to be with wealth
With out you it means nothing to me
I will never forget yesterday
And how things was going to be
Now I have to try to face tomorrow
Now that there no longer you and me
A rush of force hits my face
As bare skin touches bare skin
And all feeling escapes from my now raw cheek
The stinging subsides but now my heart is pounding hard and loud
He will hear it, he won’t want to hear it
Now he's up in my face as we breathe the same air
And share the same breath
I feel nothing from head to toe
No courage to move
No will to speak
And no energy to fight back
I see her laying lifelessly on the floor
My skin itching and tearing apart
But I can’t seem to stir up any reason to help her
I wanna hit myself for acting like a fool
My chest is tight and breathing now seems impossible
As if shards of glass enter my lungs and pierce every inch
Making my body feel like dead weight
I wanna give up
I will let him win
But he always wins
He gets the first hit, the first laugh, the last punch
I let him paint my body in purple and blue bruises
And abstracts cuts and scratches
To him they are magnificent creations of art
Art that makes the canvas feel ashamed
But the audience feel powerful
It’s all wrong
cruel and sick
But my mother is the one who takes blame for all of it
I killed her by simply just standing still
And watching his big hands vishously wrap around her tiny neck
Straining the life from my mothers deep green eyes
To darks pits of black
He covered her with hated loved to then shower her with roses
It was wrong and I did nothing
So now I must do something
My hands franticly shaking
But my eyes dart across the room
I see it
My way out
My baseball bat that I’ve had forever
That is just simply an accessory of my childhood
But is now a weapon of war
I soar across the room and dismount it from the wall
Instantly swing, and immediately coming in contact with the skull of my father
Not enough to kill but enough to escape
I AM FREE
Deep in the darks of the ancient tomb
where smoky white whispers drape the walls like tapestries of silence
where succulent temptation meets the hunger of desire
where the Sirens arise from their treasure rooms
is where we thirsty men prepared for sin to be committed--
The women...so many women, all fluttering about the den like decadent fireplace aroma
attracted our gazes from every angle, prisms of beauty and fascination
each masters of allure, they were all-knowing of their curved angles and seduction
they were the magicians and we were willing to pull any amount from our black hats to see their tricks
it was, in its essence, a house of haunted mirrors
showing us all the reflection of our invisible virtues
We dined like lions that night-- at the flesh
the women bit at their lips while we drank their wines..every, drop, in the house
our fanged fury and carnal impulses mocked at romance and all it stood for
so much so that the next morning was actually ashamed to arrive
but when it did we all realized what we had done
it was a ravage of the soul for all involved, a night of roars and future scratches to our Rosaries
It was a grim tale told that night, scorched with wicked and sin
it was one that no one was proud of, one we hoped would ultimately die with the whispers
it was a tale we told in secret to help us forget
not about the sins of our present
but of the sins we were destined to commit
for this was the doorstep to bloodshed only known by those in the Seventh Circle
It was an evening to prepare ourselves for what was behind the Gates afire
it was our fleeting moment to live like the Devil before we did his work
it was a tale that I wish I was destined never to repeat
if only the battles wouldn't continue to bloom
February 17, 2016
Beware of those who would solicit your political or economic loyalty
by attributing to you
fear, anger, and/or hate motivations,
concerns,
issues you presumably share.
Integrity,
potentially sustainable through multiple regenerations,
follows the lights and richer-hued darks of your positive motivations,
shared loves and hopes
and multiculturing beauties of healthier nurture
and wealthier nutrition.
Shared pathologies breed merely mutual immunities.
Co-arising positive energy investments
respond to shared empathic trust,
roots of politically empowered
and economically enlightened relationship,
rather than absence of re-ligious relationship,
graceful integrity,
or even a decent sense of humor.
Encourage your parents to read this,
suggest they kindly invite your more generously mindful integrity,
rather than immunity of collusive ignorance,
competitive Business As Usual,
passively longing to become less lonely.
Expect your political parties
to remember parties begin with invitations to shared passions
and pleasures,
not fear, not hate
concerns about dismemberment,
financial marginalization,
debates about who lives inside sanity
and who does not.
These are monotheistic traumas of toxic stews,
narcissistic supreme-designs
compromising organic polyculturing integrity.
Feed actively cooperating empathy,
to starve hyperactive competing fears
and angers
and hatreds
disgraceful nationalistic/partisan/tribal
disempowering distrust.
Beware those who would use your fears
because they are not resourceful enough
to own and name and claim our co-empathic ecopolitical love
for a compassionate pleasure party,
Earth's optimally healthy therapeutic wealth.
Beware of false Medicine Men.
I’m wandering on the earth
Paths after paths
No end of the paths there are
Stoppage out of the dictionary of earthly paths
Day enters into the night, night discovers day
Kinematograph feels tired for continuity of time
My wandering with the white cloud
Under the sun of the day and the moon of night,
My wandering with flying heron,
My wandering with nightly darks,
Lonely I’m wandering
Through the shapeless winds, times
Sunlight, moonlit gives birth some thoughts into me
Rainy drops, sober breeze gives birth some thoughts into me
I’m wandering alone through the crowded
Paths after paths the swarming thoughts guide me
Oh I find the earth is the biggest bazaar of beliefs
Many biggest companies there are
The sales envoys are erratic to sell daily their beliefs
The marketing diplomats convey only their beliefs are God said
I wander and find the buyers are blind believers
The blind believers buy whatever they find wherever,
The blind believers carry out their bags of beliefs till the end breath,
The blind believers unite them as their own beliefs,
The blind believers worship the sales envoys and marketing diplomats of own beliefs as God sent,
The blind believers sacrifice themselves for own beliefs,
The blind believers create crusade field of hatred forgetting humanity,
On the other hand
the businessman of the beliefs are happy seeing the bloodshed from the safe palace of religions
Oh! The blind believers buyers don’t know what did they buy
Where human for human, human for sympathy, love, humanity…
There The blind believers buyers buy as beliefs the hate, the cruelty…
-September 29, 2019 Chattogram