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It appeared on the doorpost as a Cyclops' smiley face
For some Cyclops WhatsApp icon, but red-themed application
Yes gruesome red, in contrast to the expectation
You would get from a smiley face, even for a Cyclops.
It quizzed my curiosity and I dug further on Google’s interface.
It appeared on the search page as the queen Isis,
Long told in Hieroglyphics, Cyrillic and Roman alphabet,
Patroness, mother, queen, blessings with love met,
But unlike these grim Arabic script in an ominous logo,
And tales of death, pain littered with deeper crises
It told of “nuun”, 14th letter of a blessed script
In which many beautiful and wise thoughts found life,
A letter which told of blessing and not of strife
Being in a position multiple of seven, a number blessed
By God Himself when he Earth and Heaven in 7 breaths whipped
It told of the Magen David, a shining star, which should be a good thing
Only that it brings memories of gaunt bodies piled in trucks
And human experimentation, and as history at our door knocks
And Isis or Isil opens to let in what we dread most
“Nuun” is stuck in my iris with pain and scary sting.
For I have seen the blank stare of heads painting in red drips the pickets
And Leonidas’ 300-style gore re-enacted in modern city streets
As heads are divorced from bodies and all around are scared heartbeats
For even bloodied child clothes cover head-less bodies,
As Christians are beheaded like one would roast crickets.
It brings back memories of my ancestors up in the Samba regions,
Fleeing the harsh choice given to them by the jihadists:
To adorn the village picket or join the cause of the Islamist,
Forced to create a third choice, which was to leave their homes,
Friends and family to pseudo-Islam or lurid lethal lesions.
Is it that time again for Iraqi Christians?
Shall the world once again watch the Red Indians’,Tutsis’, and Jews’
Story take gruesome form and hack through human sinews?
How many litres of innocent blood, and kilogrammes of hacked Christian flesh
Are needed to realise the vanity in the life of *****sapiens?
(c) Nyonglema
Apostle Matthew encountered...
artist, dragon and gangster extraordinaire
Written September ninth,
two thousand and twenty one.
Reposted exactly three years later.
Here at 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.
Actually all three people
linkedin to each other courtesy
Dissociative Identity Disorder
(Multiple Personality Disorder).
Wiccan up to mystical alien way
I raptly listened as she didst soothsay
scanned -- din heavy yen reference
about paganistic folkloric history
regarding Sweden and Oslo (also) Norway.
The missus dubbed
aforementioned young gal "curvy girl,"
a zaftig smart young woman
super talented self taught herself
to draw, sketch, and paint.
Only unmarried millennial men need apply,
perhaps someone who hails from buckeye
state - ideally above average
humorous gallivanting fellow
plus somewhat meshuggeneh cockeye
Louie garden variety
wealthy eccentric recluse
who doth blatantly defy
establishmentarian paradigm
you rarely espy,
cause he stays sequestered
about dozen doors down
from (femme fatale) ha
said alluded to chick named
three faces of
eve vent jewel one named Jen Fry
easy on the eyes
courtesy me, a generic guy,
who experienced amicable chat
referencing aforementioned lass
the first encounter with her
found yours truly saying "hi"
devoid of ulterior motives
only casual acquaintanceship did I imply
cuz even if this former bachelor
(got married twenty fifth of July
nineteen hundred and ninety six)
hypothetically decoupled,
cuz the age difference between us
quite substantial qua aging baby boomer
born two years after Bridge
over the River Kwai
filmed - then rocked to sleep
courtesy Brahms lullaby
if fain to sire offspring with lass
(young enough to be my daughter)
kiddos would witness their papa to mummify.
Our friendly communication
peppered with structures of silence
coasted along with zest
and dialed up quite lathered dialogue
betwixt us I do attest
mutual comfort level quickly established
between yours truly
and said attractive beefy babe,
who possessed killer thunder thighs
shaking the entire firmament.
Pain is complex - a sensation, a feeling, an emotion.
It is about how it feels, but more about how it makes you feel.
It is subjective, not proportional to amount of tissue damage or hurt.
Pain can occur without damage or physical cause.
What is very painful to some maybe a pin-prick to others.
Pain has multiple dimensions and forms.
It is physical and mental, emanating from deep feelings and emotions.
In humans, pain is dependent on expectations and consequences, positive and negative.
If you are injured, you are well aware of the consequences, the hurt and how long it will take to heal.
Strangely many soldiers in battle did not feel the pain of injuries as intensely as expected,
Because they saw injury and pain as a release, a way to escape from the prolonged pain of the battle front.
Also many people can control their pain mentally to control the way it is expressed
Because animals are probably not conscious in the way that we are,
Their sense of pain is probably different - more physical and less emotional.
It is more likely to be a reaction, a reflex response to hurt and damage, rather than a complex emotional experience.
Unlike humans, animals know, but they do not know that they know.
Yes, animals do feel pain, which can be relieved and ameliorated,
But animal pain is probably less subjective, less complex, less mental, conscious and mindful than human pain.
Yield me back control so you can be at peace.
While frantically clutching, I frequently stumble.
submerged in an underworld inside artifice.
For a glimpse of truth, as it seems to crumble.
While frantically clutching, I frequently stumble.
Making adjustments to personas for success
For a glimpse of truth, as it seems to crumble,
While culture avoids rivalry or fake happiness.
Making adjustments to personas for success
I have multiple characters for maximum effect.
While culture avoids rivalry or fake happiness.
I'm not known to the crowd, as you might expect.
I have multiple characters for maximum effect.
Aiming for true integration through a disguise.
I'm not known to the crowd, as you might expect.
I hazard wearing a mask that you may despise.
Aiming for true integration through a disguise.
During this time, songbirds that are asleep sigh.
I hazard wearing a mask that you may despise.
My heart breaks for the rainbow moon nearby.
By the time songbirds that are asleep sigh,
Many sides ignite a journey into the unknown.
My heart falls on the rainbow moon nearby.
I must persevere till I feel peace skin of my own.
Many sides ignite a journey into the unknown.
Submerged in an underworld inside artifice.
I must persevere till I feel peace skin of my own.
Yield me back control so you can be at peace.
Written: June 04, 2023
I was quite sweet before the trauma of rape
Afterwards I was no chocolate cake
I was shamefully terrible in temper
Took my issues with men out on them
Having them fall in love with me
Was like a game of cards with odds
I didn’t even want to be married
Only to have indigo itch scratched
I did become quite a fan
Of having multiple boyfriends
Each like a tire on a car
I used to get around my broken heart
And of course I kept a spare man
Eventually I grew tired of the lame game
Of musical chairs using male frames
I began to mature and become patient
Motherhood came made me stop face
My pain and I stopped hurting myself
And perhaps other men as well
I took a vow of chastity
Sincerely was for the lord and me
And somehow he kept me covered despite my sins
I really did make amends within myself
And now I’m fearful of hurting men
I never tried to but was selfish then
Now I am like a new healed heart
I love the power of our God
Who picks you up turns you around
And places feet on solid ground
I’m not perfect and as I age
I feel happy that I am saved.
I repent of my sins. Amen.
Give me some LSD, Baby
I need this fix
I need that high
Let's give it a try
Psychedelic sight and sound
Taking off...off the ground
Only feeling...feeling...feeling
Reeling...reeling...reeling....
brought on by YOUR LSD
Love's Sexy Desire
Only you can give it to me
You....my "drug" dealer
My pain healer
my fantasy feeder
my euphoria reaper
my ecstasy peaker
Tonight, baby, tonight!!
Withdrawal symptoms are killing me
Give me your LSD
Love's Sexy Desire
Give it to me, Baby
Multiple trips
With your firm grip
Licking my lips
Making me strip
gliding on hips
honey drips...drips
Oh, baby, B A B Y Y Y Y
I'm flying high!!
You grunt and I sigh
We're painting the sky
LSD, telling this world bye bye
Love's Sexy Desire
Shoot it up me now
Baby, you know how
now Now NOW
Oh...oh...WOW
W~O~W
!!!WOW!!!
W~*~*~O~*~*~W
Eileen
I was just playing with words here. Please feel free to comment. If you find the content offensive...please let me know, and I'll remove the poem. I know drug addiction is NOT something to taken lightly. I know what addiction is. Please give me feedback. Hugs to one and all...My daughter informed me that LSD is not something you shoot up! Ahem....well, for the purpose of THIS poem, it is! ;)
The Echo Of Stars
Galaxies away the echo of stars make her bloom
this rose made of warm inside a heated hand *
Fine tuning her soul to the chime of a thousand crystal pieces
she blasts out and planets resound within her Chalice heart;
Resonating inside her, the peeling bells of Notre- Dame
contain her whole Universe...
Tucked safely inside an IVEAN cloak she lives free
no longer part of this global world.
A star of multiple constellations, she belongs only
to One identifiable light, HIS own.
Evolving endlessly in time she reverberates and rings
entering God's vestibule of heaven without a single sound
Wearing the immortal crown of existence she delves
in, a crowning moment of glory
The mirror shatters in a million tiny pieces and all of truth
arrives, making her whole once again.
“it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”
For years,
My emotions were bottled up inside
And I had shown my true colors multiple times
For those who wanted to see who I am truly am on the inside,
But the demon that's sleeping,
Part fear, part anger, part depression, and part pain,
A monster waiting to explode into the light that I had shown
And turn it into darkness.
The demon inside will destroy relationships that I created;
Destroy bridges that will take years to repair;
Create an castle above the light
And only let me in as the special guest every night
Just to feed onto the suffering that I carry.
I'd never wanted any part of it,
But he was created during a time where I couldn't see
The other end of this long-ending tunnel.
I may have the keys to unlock the dungeon gates
That the demon rests,
But its what made him controls these evil emotions
That's just waiting to get out in the world.
Until then,
The battle wounds that shows on the outside
Will be continuous and will cost sever suffering,
But I will survive it no matter what!
Don’t you come, don’t ever you come to go away
Don’t you go, don’t ever you go to come home back
Always walk with your life on your own paved pathway
Never try to forsake decisions of the heart you will take.
Don’t you speak, don’t ever you speak to say nothing
Don’t you say, don’t ever you say words to take back
Try not to make the sound if your bell you can’t ring
Never eat your spilled words to turn to instant fake.
Don’t you look, don’t ever you look out without sight see nothing
Don’t you see, don’t ever you see what you have left looking back
In the false untrue world you survive letting true vision bring
To your mind perception of full life that doesn’t crack.
Don’t you dream, don’t ever you dream to sink deep in fantasy
Don’t you sink, don’t ever you sink to float on the certainty
Let the hopes coming true give you the feeling of ecstasy
Never try unframe life making it lose the piece of beauty.
Don’t you sleep, don’t ever you sleep to run away from failed life
Don’t you run, don’t ever you run to escape the ordained pain
Let the mind seek solace in divine soul placid in stiff strife
You will find peaceful niche for all the agonies to contain.
August 4, 2018
Each line set in 3-syllable multiple feet
June 13, 2020
Contest : Brian's Select G
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Cultural and Social Terms
Idol: In Persian poetry, often refers to the beloved, particularly one who is non-Muslim. The term carries complex connotations of forbidden desire and spiritual challenge.
Veil: Refers both to the physical head covering and the metaphysical veil between the material and spiritual worlds in Sufi thought.
Fate's Wheel: The wheel of fortune or destiny (charkh-e falak), a common motif in Persian literature representing the unpredictable nature of fate.
Character Names
Giti: A Persian name meaning "world" or "universe," suggesting the beloved encompasses all existence for the lover.
Saeed: An Arabic name meaning "happy" or "blessed," ironic given the character's suffering in love.
Poetic Devices and Concepts
Ghazal tradition: Though this is a masnavi, it draws heavily from the ghazal (lyric poem) tradition of Persian literature, with its emphasis on unrequited love and spiritual longing.
Tavern: In Sufi poetry, the tavern represents the place of spiritual gathering and divine intoxication, not literal alcohol consumption.
Cup and Wine: The cup represents the heart or soul, while wine represents divine love or spiritual knowledge.
Dawn: Often symbolizes spiritual awakening, hope, or the appearance of the beloved.
Mystical Concepts
Fana: The Sufi concept of self-annihilation or dissolution of the ego in divine love, reflected in the lovers' ultimate union where individual identity dissolves.
Ishq: Divine or passionate love that transcends ordinary human affection, central to Sufi thought and Persian poetry.
Longing (Hijr): The pain of separation from the beloved, considered a necessary stage in spiritual development.
Historical Context
Persian Literary Tradition: This work draws from the rich tradition of Persian mystical poetry, including works by Rumi, Hafez, Saadi, and others who used love poetry as a vehicle for spiritual expression.
Courtly Love: The formal, ritualized expression of love that characterized medieval Persian court culture, with its emphasis on patience, suffering, and devotion.
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Note: Many terms in Persian mystical poetry carry multiple layers of meaning - literal, romantic, and spiritual - simultaneously. This ambiguity is intentional and central to the tradition's power and enduring appeal.