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So arid this desert....
where the tumbleweeds blow,
and the snake makes his nest;
not a dry deed could wet the lips of desire,
and raise from dead things ---- life
with war and antiquity ----
The mummy cannot speak....
but mumbles evil ----
'Gold! Gold!'
....'til it runs out.....
The 'long' arms of the law
haven't even banged upon the devil's front gate;
the 'laissez-faire' ----
Though the bombs drop like tear(drops)
in the darkest corners of the world,
to picnic on the first day of war,
and gorge upon peace.....
Little Illuminati generals.....
pawns for the great hog upon his throne;
who has waged death upon the whole world,
.....shadows deep (with sable scale)
black dragon keeps his poised tail
to crush the school of man;
To reverse the footprints of Christ,
and the wisdom of Buddha,
and the glorious faith of Mohamed ----
The churches are failing fast for the 'written' word,
and not the fire in the heart;
where God forged wisdom to all men,
And not the scroll which does not breathe,
cannot see,
cannot stop the bombs from dropping.....
For how can all the world preach peace ----
with a pistol 'neath its thickest pillow?
Love has no cause to be afraid,
to mistrust like a nervous wind,
and blow accusations where it may.....
What cannot be harmed has no need to attack,
but sits upon the lap of faith,
assured in its security ----
To build evolution on the lips of children,
for their minds see wonder in God's creations
and hope in the growing,
with little flowers in their soft thoughts.....
and new whims in innocent joy;
We have learned to love what we once could not,
' White Swan Black Swan, ' clemency ----
Equality.... but a nudge she claims the throne,
a Queen most fair to sting the dark dragon eyes,
Where eternity shall not echo his name
nor (all) the children tend his darkling tomb,
for he peered too long into the eyes of the abyss,
with one eye open.....
Sleep dragon! Sleep!
death is upon thee like the night in thy armor!
slip into the caverns of the deep,
and be no more.....
It`s always inspiring to be strong in appearance,
Brave to catch up the essentiality of the sun.
How marvelous the wind blows to beat the sensations as one.
Yes, the pride is deep for BLACK skin to have fun.
The complexion is natural to be undermined,
Are you black?
Don`t be left in deceptive truck.
The image of black soothes what is meant of beauty.
Beauty that empowers the black skin to mindfully brag.
Beauty which carries protective substances against crack,
In fact, the beauty which possess a unique mark.
It`s all about black skin.
What are the definitions of black skin?
The skin which is naturally rich in melanin,
Black skin shields the body from folate depletion,
Making rightful protection against ultraviolet with adorable colouration.
Even in the heat of savannas, black skin provides cooling mechanism which develop more efficient perspiration.
If you think “BLEACHING” is a solution,
Bleaching is rather a termination.
And not a route to set one upon the mountain to receive lovable attraction.
It aims at pulling down the magical compositions of black skin into deterioration.
Leaving behind unbearable diseases and problems which turns out to place one in frustration.
The age of black is unpredictable,
It’s the skin which causes many to be humble,
it creates the feelings of being cherishable and affable.
Every story about black skin is expensive.
At the center of public, it is seductive…
Black skin fits in all attire perfectly with magnificent sensitives.
Before the rain, it looks charming and appreciative.
Exquisite of black skin, expresses its ebonics to be communicative.
Who can buy its glory?
I mean the glory which had brought motivations from multiples of personalities within the world entertainment in every gallery.
The motivations from Martin Luther, Mohamed Ali, Oprah Winfrey, Michelle Obama, Pele, Michael Jordan, Serena Williams, Usain Bolt and many others who are in memory.
Who maintained their precious black skin and exerted influence out of its value.
Perhaps, if you think your black skin is failing you,
Black skin is the most valuable gemstone found in morning dew.
#BLACK AND BEAUTIFUL
#SALEM MEDIA INITIATIVE
Amadioha the great god of Thunder and Justice
We have gathered at the shrine of Alusi’gwe
To pour libations to you
Even as I do my folk song
Bring me the ogene, to awaken the spirit of my
Forbearers to witness the doomsday they foretold
Give me the udu, to sound out a warning to the futureman
Give me the oja, the special voice of oganigwe the dreaded masquerade
Give the shekere, so that the women of owu can shake their enchanted waist
In love and tranquillity we lived with our neighbours, doing our folk song
Buddha called out to Lord Brahman
Set aside a room for me in the inner chamber
Decorated with beautiful ornaments, to depict love and care
Flanked with candles and incense burner and the beautiful statue of the wise man
To help me escape from the corruption of this world
As I attempt to wake from hatred of neighbours
Focusing on love and purity of heart
Allow me do my folk song living in tranquillity with nature and neighbours
Christed you said you are, servant of the son of God sent from above
Your brother claimed that you are a messenger from Allah
What is this confusion I see, contradicting even your folk song
You came with a sweet tongue of love, yet all I see is terrorism and
A holy war fought by crusaders crushing the bones of the unbelievers
Those who worship idols yet lived a life akin to nature – a life of love
You have created a polarised world of Christed men with less shame for evil
Of religious women without morals
Of Ulamas who feed on the sweat of Almagiris
Oh Christ! is this the gospel you preached on the street of Nazareth?
O! Mohamed is this the Rasuul you preached in Mecca
O! God what we do in your Name, we should be afraid of doing even in the dark
Allow me to return home
To my folk song
In African theism, to the shrines of Alusi’gwe,
To do my folk song with Oganigwe the beautiful masquerade
To solicit corn and groundnuts from old women with sagging breasts
Chasing the kids with a whip in my hand as I wear the mask of the spirit
A spirit of sportsmanship, of equity and love, of fair play and brotherhood.
Allow me do my folk song
~ His Mothers Prayer ... ~
Corresing the callic on his head
tiny little fingers wraped around mine
sighlent prayer I worry,
night; is closing in ... fears linger,
welling ... UP,
as darkness IS CALLING ...
thank you Arkbear,
your prayers have kept my little Abri safe
thus far ...
ONE WE ARE WITH YOU NOW!
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~ Please Pray ~
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~ Jenny ~ Abri, ~ Adam, ~ Mohamed, ~ Jennien ~ James ~
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It's not over ...
Please pray ...
Pray ...
It just keeps on going up.
I'm making him a bath,
I trust you Lord ...
I trust you.
My Savior
Be His Savior ... !
A wan to be Father,
Save ... My baby,
not ... my blood ...
Lord ...
my-peace,
Please be His savior.
Please ... Jesus ...
I pray ...
Your Servent,
My savior.
be His Savior.
~ Amen ~
You Must read part 7,6,5 before you read this.
Attention
One of our sisters drawn our attention that we considered the cosmic day: 24 hours and every hour is 3600 second, on what bases was that consideration? The answer is that is a human diligence and our objective is to understand the koranic signal about the speed of light , and the cosmic day may be not like that and also there maybe many signs in that Aya about another high cosmic speeds.
As our God be He blessed told us about the speed of the divine order and He be blessed associated it with the eye twinkling, God says: (And Our Commandment is n but one as the twinkling of an eye.)(Sûrat Al-Qamar – Aya 50). In another Aya which talks about the coming of the day of resurrection as that day will come so quickly, God says :( And to Allah belongs the Unseen of the heavens and the earth. And the matter of the Hour is not but as a twinkling of the eye, or even nearer. Truly! Allah is Able to do all things.)(Sûrat An-Nahl- Aya 77)
Also God says: (He manages and regulates (every) affair from the heavens to the earth; then it (affair) will go up to Him, in one Day, the space whereof is a thousand years of your reckoning (i.e. reckoning of our present world’s time))( Sûrat As-Sajdah- Aya5) and says in another Aya: (The angels and the Rûh [Jibrîl (Gabriel)] ascend to Him in a Day the measure whereof is fifty thousand years.)(Sûrat Al-Ma‘ârij-Aya 4)
References:
The first one who demonstrated this idea is DR/ Mohamed Dodah in a published research in the website of "Commission on Scientific Signs of Qur'an & Sunnah"
The precise speed of light is : 299792.458 meter per second but we used the speed as: 299792 to facilitate calculations , with taking into consideration that usually the full speed of the light is in the empty space but the speed became much slower when penetrating liquids or glasses .
Moon Motion, http://www.aerospaceweb.org/
Speed of Light ,Wikipedia.
ON THE CONSTANCY OF THE SPEED OF LIGHT, www.ldolphin.org
Fatima was always dressed up fittingly as any occasion called for
Today one might call her a performance artist but she was
A hippie and child of God always good for some drama though
Was not taken seriously in the reviews in the Paradise Gazette
All she wanted was to be seen as playful serene and sophisticated
First thing it were dates that started the show in the garden
And she had never performed in the nude let alone seduced
She played Hamlet and Noah Mephistopheles and Juliet
Let her hair down to climb down from Babylonian towers
Her repertoire was enormous and to her chagrin so was her bust
‘They always look at my bosom and never hear a word that I say
Fake voyeuristic news and when things go wrong I get the blame’
She was made for the stage in the Big Apple not dated palms’
Tried olives but they were too small and peaches far too symbolic
Bananas were phallic and there was no couch in the garden
‘Fatima at her best again a gorgeous woman with forbidden fruit
But she covers up and her sidekick Mohamed bears the cost
She must reveal more of her natural talent and not hide her loins’
Her mountain quivered in disgust of the lecherous media and
Pressed for fame she developed a different plot with a twist
‘Mohamed let’s be traditional and awaken the punters with apples
We could juggle and whenever we drop one we’ll take off some clothes
The last one with fancy knickers gets to skin the snake as a prize'
High into sensational air they went but could not catch the globes
It was not divine as such but they created the first nudist camp
Once all garments were ripped off the good Lord smiled as they pleased
History must not be falsified and the legend carried on for millennia
Evangelists spread the message and facebook has millions of hits
Finally the audience got a full un-redacted view of naked scripture
Fatima was a transgender man and the serpent had a pearl for an oyster
01st Agust 2019
Mohamed Bouazizi,
a poor man
who sold produce from a cart,
in a country bleeding from the open wound of corruption,
got up that morning
expecting to do nothing more
than support his family with the sales he could make
selling his fruits and vegetables.
He played the game like any Wall Street banker.
Buy low and sell high.
Unlike Wall Street he faced heavy regulation.
Unlike Wall Street he was physically
slapped
in the face.
Unlike Wall Street... Mohamed Buoazizi had no power.
He tried.
He tried to find some power.
He ran to the governor's office in an attempt to get his electronic scales back.
The doors were closed.
No one would listen.
"If you don't see me, I'll burn myself."
Mohamed cried.
This... was his only power.
He walked down the street.
He bought a can of gasoline.
He walked back to the governor's office
and stood in the middle of the street.
He screamed,
"How do you expect me to make a living?"
And then he set himself on fire.
Mohamed Bouazizi's last breath
was the birth
of Tunisian Winds.
Mohamed Bouazizi
was not one of life's winners.
He was only trying to support his family,
And live a decent life,
Like so many others.
But listen!
Because of Mohamed Bouazizi
something's growing.
Tunisian winds!
There's more to life
than being a winner
and so often the winners
they forget
that their world is built
on a multitude of shoulders,
a sea of blood,
an ocean of human sweat...
the shoulders, the blood, the sweat
of men and women
like Mohamed Bouazizi.
Tunisian Winds blew along the shores of the Mediterranean.
Tunisian Winds blew through Egypt and Libya, through Oman and Yemen.
Tunisian Winds blew through Morocco and Lebanon.
Tunisian Winds are blowing.
Tunisian Winds shook the banners in Zucotti Park.
Tunisian Winds are blowing.
Sometimes they seem to go still. But they are still blowing.
They just keep blowing.
Tunisian Winds
Tunisian Winds
Tunisian Winds
Little Santa Helpers
Santa has outsourced his services to child labourers from Bangladesh they
fit zero-sized through chimneys much easier and the leaner they are the
better they share full of joy in the globalised feast of winter communion
Detached they are from ‘wrongful’ beliefs and so much happier for their distant
faithful relation to Christmas plus they are used to half naked toil with
loin cloths draped in native design and fig-leafed in the wider scheme of migrant
extortion minimum wage wasted on them but they might get some
tips from little children on other sides of divides if those can catch them in glee
But then there are milk ‘Ho Ho Beer’ and biscuits by the fireplace laced with
incense and Prozac not licensed for young ones maybe but the booze as willing
sign of cross-culturalization is surely inclusive and a Peace offering sponsored by
‘Alcohol Without Borders’ while the odd trace of Ritalin keeps ordered control
Santa is not really burnt out but neo-liberal delegation is the vogue of the month
and post traumatic stress drones and hoovers on his sick note nevertheless
as his bonuses and shares float on Panamanian waters and now he needs a lungi
as well instead of the red coat extra large without doubt as he burps in the sand
The Bangladeshis meanwhile chirp in silent frost bitten nights but at least there
are soot and ashes no sunburn sometimes carrots with broom sticks thereafter
almost a year of ‘social’ benefits homely rest recuperation free time for Mohamed
They scrub brush and sand their dehydrated skins by the Ganges until they come
to accept the ‘Terms of their Trade’ bow to diversity’s splendour and discern what
is dirt and what their skin colour and it’s the latter that keeps them employed
28th November 2016
SUDDENLY SOMETHING
Have you ever spent a night in a six by ten foot cell?
Well that’s where my delusions dwell
And no one with a prescription pad will write for a junkie born and bred
Did you ever wish more earth dwellers would all suddenly be dead?
Look, there’s a pretty little miss, oh it’s daddy’s little girl
She dances on my feet when she starts to whirl
I told her to hold down her pleated skirt when she begins to twirl
My little girl with a smile and every tooth a pearl
In silent supplication I’d sneak up to hear her prayer for that eve
I just wanted to hear daddy’s little girl pray and then I would leave
First she blessed the Almighty, his spirit and his soul
Making prayers come true for all her sole and only goal
And suddenly you feel not anger but sense the liquidation of fear
And what do you detect in the air, as her lips grow near?
Walking towards her is a man carrying too heavy a load
Yes, I’m scared s**tless that this fellow is going to explode
It could be a league of angels advising her on the right thing to do
Or sprites to make all things look brand new
It might be little singing stars from above came they for her and you
As you beg the soul of an errant and off key dove please not to coo
She looks completely comfortable in a cloak of camel hair and cashmere
I’d trade anything if her troubles she’d never have to bear
Whatever happens next is only through fate to be willed
And if you listen closely one can hear the air being stilled
Alas she grows nigh and you can see it through your third eye
So you lurk behind a tree on a mission much as a spy
Because you are bent on depriving her of any depravity
And to hear from her loquacious lips “Daddy, let’s have some tea”
So when I first talked about being caged in a cell
if asked for the truth the story would be difficult to tell
Because each eye a gem, each tooth a pearl
So tell me sweetheart, are you still daddy’s little girl?
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