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A self acclaimed professional with incomplete training;
following a system with part-time understanding;
feeding a beast with little knowledge of an approach tactics;
are all shelters where misunderstanding is harboured and trouble, honoured.
Foreign traditions should firstly be digested before adopted,
any culture’s morphology without the remittance of peace and respect
is either faulted with errors towards humanity
or carelessly photocopied using a bad ink.
It is okay to have an ascent
by mere keeping up with the kardashians
or beautifully repaint the glamour of societal fun
by bathing in the Jacuzzi of pop culture.
But when an entire way of life
such as faith based systems and religions
are admired and happily embraced;
such an adoption should never be done from a distance.
Despite its huge diversity, the world gets smaller everyday
due to similar interests, ideology and advancement in technology.
Even though borrowing cultures has aided this process,
it is still insignificant if humane virtues are altered.
So what sane parent
would intentionally lead their family
into internal
or external war,
right?
Well, apparently former political
and religious extremists,
neonazis,
Islamic fundamentalists,
Christian fundamentalists...
Oh, wait,
I'm not sure their Republican White Nationalist
AntiDemocratic First Amendment,
kleptocratic and oligarchical Second Amendment
LeftBrain rabidly ballistic dominant
Anti-natural/spiritual nondualistic health intentions
are yet media-conscious enough,
yet, still, these fake-Christians among us
are visible as far too comfortable
with Mammon's military-industrial ballistic defense
So terrified of Sodom,
Parents for Terrorist Religious War
and Threat of FinalRapture Weapons
neglect to notice
their own naked butts
delightedly backing toward beastly Gomorrah.
Anyway, with or without reformed Christian NeoFascists,
Parenting for Peace
is against militarism,
possibly for the usual costly inhumane and environmental
and economic reasons,
but also because,
as mental health-recovering parents,
and grandparents,
and future great grandparents,
They see military-corporate theft
and associates
like colonialism,
and missionary zealous patriarchalism,
and sanctuary apartheid racism,
and homophobia,
and sexism,
and anthropocentrism,
and xenophobia
as corporate public health hazards.
Rabidity,
like subclimates of health,
wears both an internal, mental, spiritual face,
and an external, physical, natural Earth EcoSpace;
codependently negative, pathological,
as transectorally positive, eco/theo-logical
robust future health potential.
Islam Burning
In deep purple flame
Stapled to the cross
While the peasants yell below
Demon demon demon
Black flags rise
Hearts fail to beat
Humanity has lost this score
The axe swings in the air
Freedom at last
From Islam’s beasts
My head tumbles into the dust
I am now an icon of the history I so loved
I am Khalid al-Asaad
Your humble servant of antiquity
Aug 19, 2015
In memory of Khalid al-Assad murdered by Islamic cowards.
Islamic State militants beheaded a renowned antiquities scholar in the ancient Syrian city of Palmyra and hung his mutilated body on a column in a main square of the historic site because he apparently refused to reveal where valuable artefacts had been moved for safekeeping.
According to Syrian state news agency Sana and the UK-based Syrian Observatory for Human Rights, Asaad was beheaded in front of dozens of people on Tuesday in a square outside the town’s museum. His body was then taken to Palmyra’s archaeological site and hung from one of the Roman columns.
“Al-Asaad was a treasure for Syria and the world,” his son-in-law, Khalil Hariri, told the Associated Press. “Why did they kill him? Their systematic campaign seeks to take us back into pre-history. But they will not succeed.”
[REVISED 2024 April 04]
Shinar, some know as Mesopotamia, others as Assyria,
near the Euphrates River, a midday sun cast doubts of
a weakened shade made idle by the pause of its agile
host, named Nimrod, son of Cush, grandson of Ham,
and Noah's great-grandson. No sign of depletion, hence
the shade returns to motion.
Nimrod is the soul ruler of the land of Shinar, host to
several ancient cities, one was called, Babel. Scripturally,
Nimrod was said to be a great hunter, and that would be
the length of it. Jewish and Christian texts are not able
to agree whereupon Nimrod's entry into the historical
record books other than what has been escribed in the
scriptures of the Talmud and the Bible, albeit, elements of
foreign records have cluttered historical accountabilities
and further strengthened pre-existing ambiguities, thusly,
a genre of conjectures misleads, and misinterpretations,
have made authenticity and accuracy to remain divided.
There are numerous variances, such as those accounts
between Jewish and Islamic customs or beliefs from
generation to generation, concerning Nimrod's and of
Abraham's first encounter, from that of a subliminal
meeting of minds, to the simplicity of a gnat that had
overwhelmed the mighty forces of Nimrod's army by
entry into his brain's that affected his abilities.
The accounts of Josephus concerning King Amraphel
whom Abraham did battle in Genesis, was Nimrod. The
Tower of Babel was built by the people whom King
Amraphel, being Nimrod, had ruled, and by that being
such, gave rise to Nimrod ordering the building of the
Tower in Babel. The Christian Bible does naught mention
that other than he, Nimrod, was a great hunter. I
believe it would have stabilize Josephus' claims.
Reality of Love Letters :
Dear society,
Stop trying to sober us up.
We’re young and bright
and beautiful and loud.
We will light up every
corner of every room
and still shine brighter
than the sun.
Stop telling us to cover up.
We will wear full black dresses
and bright red lipsticks,
And did not leave lip-stains all over
your precious little world
and look so good doing it
that you’ll have to look away.
Stop telling us to slow down.
We live and love with so much
power and strength that we
cannot stop for you
or anyone, for that matter.
Every day is our day
and the world, our oyster.
Stop telling us we’re useless.
One day, we’re going to run the world
for you; going to be soldiers, doctors, engineers
Scientists , writers, artists, speakers of the truth
and the truth is that we’re alive
and strong and here, and
you cannot control us.
Love is but a four letter word
flowing off the tip of my tongue
in just one syllable
an el, an oh, a vee, an ee
Love is but a four letter word
muttered constantly but rarely understood
and even more rarely experienced
unfortunately
Love is but a four letter word
and life is just the same
but one without the other,
would simply be a shame
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran
He was the copilot of a passenger plane
He stabbed the pilot, but he wasn't insane
He meant to crash the plane, wanted everyone to die
Because it was going to Israel, from Muslim Dubai.
He was a Palestinian Arab, driving a car.
Drove it into a bus stop, where Jews are.
Teen girl in serious condition, blood and pain
He was shot dead, but he won, such a shame.
The Eagles of Death had a Metal concert in France
Real death came; Muslim terror took the chance.
Shot 90 there, and killed other people same day
What is this hatred, why must infidels pay?
Manchester teens flocked to hear Ariana Grande
But a suicide bomber extended terrors long hand.
His bomb was full of nails, imagine the hate behind.
The ideology, the righteous wrath, the corrupted mind.
In that blast died Liam, Chloe, Eilidh, Megan, and Neil.
Do you care, do you remember, do you put up a shield?
And the guy who drove his truck on New York's bicycle path
Walkers and cyclists had to die for his wrath.
And the fellow who drove a truck into partiers in New Orleans
Bodies thrown into the air, a horror movie scene
Terrence and Hubert, Kareem and LaTasha, Martin and Nicole
I never knew them, but my blood runs cold.
The Boston Marathon ran to hell
Bombs planted with steel shrapnel
The bombers took the Afghanistan side
Krystie, and Lu, and an eight-year-old died
Then they shot Sean of the MIT police
Multiple bullets, his life had to cease
Dennis Simmonds took a year to fade
They had hit him with a hand grenade.
Some people had to have limbs amputated
A reminder of being hated
An endless fountain of unfair motivation
evil, deluded men, I despise their frustration.
We have a right to life, liberty and happiness pursuit
If a man comes to end this, we have to shoot.
There is no safety for good men but to assume
That evil has no limits and desires our doom.
Nobody reaches to lord until leaving the rest
Tresaure of heart can't be opened until it is the pure cleanest
Extract the mundane from the tongue so Lord manifests
Until it is flourished, Sultan will not settle to palace
Perceivers of the secret of dying before death
Have seen judgement day before the trumpet blowed
Face of Lord's house has been circumamblated by lovers
Without house of Mamur at the sky and Kaaba at the earth
Shemsi burns continously at a strange sorrow
Wants to content Lord without being hated by public
Written By Shemseddini Sivasi
Translation Onur Ünlü
Khaled was a bodybuilding champ in Iran
A photo shows a smiling and very strong man
Then in Evin Prison, at the mercy of nasty folk
His spine fractured, kidneys failed, heart was harmed, leg was broke.
Evin is a bad place, 113 degrees and no A.C.
I'm sure you can think of better places to be
One woman tells us solitary had no toilet or bed
4 months there then 400 days before she learned if she'd be dead.
Israel destroyed the Evin Prison gate
Then Trump called for cease fire, peace could not wait
I guess he didn't want to be dragged into a "forever war"
But for Evin's prisoners, Iran will close that door.
From the "dungeons of oppression" Khaled sent out a cry
He said "freedom of speech and human rights here are a big lie
But most Westerners know that. It's just "what can we do?"
Until they come for us for their big plans include us too.
Blind in the all-consuming mist without a trace of light
Blind in the oven’s black smoke that makes all songs to Jesus seem hushed
A woman grabbed some of the treasures given from the height
In her worn hands, feeling the papyrus and straw being now crushed
And threw them in the flickering fire to be their plight
Though she feared preserving these written worlds would bring the jinn
Jinn danced in wicked victory on the perishing, once green lands
Simply dancing in circles as the night sky flames of sin
As the songs of these lands became whispers above dead seas and sands
And these whispers became nothing, without even a din
What mysteries vanished into the air, taking their leave
What pure prayers were never heard again, just left for time to bury
Maybe the Gospel of Perfection, the Gospel of Eve
Maybe the flawless hymns of Bardesanes, the Questions of Mary
Our burning hearts will never know, but our souls will still grieve
About how some manuscripts of the Nag Hammadi Library (discovered in 1945) were tragically burned to fuel a simple oven fire.
I stood in the valley looking to my left then to my right
on one side stood belief tall and strong
on the other stood disbelief saying it's not wrong
belief reached for me with steady hands
disbelief just smiled "don't be a fool"
one path was a narrow cave, I began to shake
the other was inviting and safe
which do I take
With Quran held to my chest, I looked again
the safe path glimmered in the sun
but then I noticed it was a lifeless place
my eyes wandered to the cave where prophets stood
the cave was dark but filled with dreams and ease
I grabbed a hijab, wrapped it around me ready to go
with unsteady feet I took a step
toward the cave, a place that looked uncertain from prying eyes
but the peace of Islam was waiting, welcoming, longing within