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Genesis 1:26-27
26 Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals,[a] and over all the creatures that move along the ground.” 27 So God created man in His own image.
-Holy Bible- 21st Century King James Version
Depicting God as an old, bearded man, as if the images created are carved.
Paint on wet plaster when light diffuses, chance of deterioration is halved.
God’s creation of Adam, the very first man, where separation of sexes began.
As if the images created are carved, depicting God as an old, bearded man.
God’s finger to give life to his spirit, an act depicting the start of mankind.
God having made man in his own image, a perfect human form defined.
Adam reclined but their fingers are not quite touching, but very near it.
An act depicting the start of mankind. God’s finger to give life to his spirit.
So adept in creating human form, the artist shows elegance with strength.
In his mural, he sculpts figures with paint, across its breadth and length.
The inspirational sense of power and yet love due to creation is so warm.
The artist shows elegance with strength, so adept in creating human form.
Nestled closely curved
Like two spoons well kept in a drawer
I lay beside you every night
Drifiting towards dreamtime
Pressing the alien softness of your female flesh
Filling hand with its gentle weight
Enfolding into your perfect curvature
Feeding on your warmth, your living heat
As it rises through your skin
Crossing over into mine.
These are the moments
The downtime after loveplay
When our sexes settle into one another
Crossing the in-between of days spent together
As an undistinguished One; the Human Beast
Who fears the dark
Who needs its mate
For strength and calm,
Reasons to get up again.
We curled together so
By the guttering fire
In the frigid cave.
We'll curl together so
By the guttering fires
Of dying suns
As we cross the eternal dreamtime
Of the Universe,
Asleep.
In Sumer land, you first appeared.
A potent god, both loved and feared.
Queen of Heaven, joined to its lights.
Moon your father, Sun your brother.
Venus was your symbolic star.
You were too, a goddess of war.
Fierce, fiery, passionate, and proud,
violent storms raged in your breast.
Goddess of sexuality,
and patron of the prostitutes
Your worship involved sexual acts,
Your temple housed your prostitutes.
Enchantress you, and sorceress,
goddess of magic and of spells.
You spur desire and alter forms,
despising all societal norms.
You changed your face to suit your space,
And you are known by many names.
Ashtoreth, Astarte, Inanna,
Aphrodite, Venus are you.
You are a female and a male,
with power to transform and mar.
You turn a woman into a man
and a man into a woman.
You ruled the cultures of the past,
and held sway over regions vast.
But when the Christian message came,
men’s hearts were changed, and you lost fame.
Your temples famed relics became,
as worshippers no longer came.
Your cult faded as all cults do,
when men discover what is true.
You lost your lure for centuries,
while men to God their knees did bend.
But as their faith began to wane,
your fame you did, slowly regain.
You spurred a revolt on sex norms,
then inverted natural sex forms.
You blurred lines between the sexes,
breeding in minds that which perplexes.
Today you wage a full-scale war,
designed to destroy and to mar.
You plan to squash man’s soulish bent
and from him every virtue rent.
Wake up my fellow human beings.
Consider what these grim lines mean.
Ishtar wants to destroy your soul,
But God desires to make you whole.
This world is a melting pot
People live in every spot
Of this earth where they can be
Living happily and free
But sometimes freedom isn't free
Others can be so nasty
With their ideas and issues
Causing pain for others who
Just want to live in peace without
All the anger that comes out
Of those who are so racist
Being rude and prejudice
Not liking when there's a couple
Who's sex is the same and double
It doesn't matter if there is
Two women who like to kiss
Or two men who's holding hands
Come on people, understand
Love is love and doesn't matter
What two sexes are together
Or the color of our skin
Shouldn't let someone begin
To judge because it's not right
What is the difference-black or white
We all share the same emotions
So what;s with all the commotion
Outside color shouldn't matter
We need to find a way to shatter
This type of strong feeling
That is always stealing
The freedom from other races
And give them the loving graces
That is deserved and so needed
Then this world will be completed
There is too much hate and violence
Taking small steps we can silence
And stomp out little by little
How others treat and belittle
Those who are unique in style
Because we are all worthwhile
I dwell between two major figures
Where twenty borders twenty-one
A child of age bygone, it figures
What I lived through can’t be undone
I keep on seeing a commotion
A whirl, a trend that leaves me awed
Perpetual flow, mankind’s motion
It’s weird, puzzling, odious, odd
One’s mom and dad aren’t in the picture
YouTube will teach you every trick
By God, the influencer’s scripture
Takes over you, you get a kick
This is the century of sexes
And not just two, but whole bunch
Imagine that, all intersexes
Try as you may, there isn’t a hunch
The time of minds torn to pieces
Boyhood and girlhood wounded bad
The schools dispense wokeism feces
With moral guidance preached by cads
We witnessed honor compass breaking
We held it close, it showed the way
Precedes disaster in the making
Whole generation washed away
The country borders - simply lines
On map they run, ramparts they’re not
So, hordes ignore the border signs
Without fear of being caught
The world got smaller, can't go places
Where danger lurks with bated breath
Inflation earnings outpaces
To stay afloat – work to death
What’s gone is privacy, forever
And cam now lives on every pole
I couldn’t imagine, never ever
That every car shall run on coal
The Paly flag would stand for hatred
And Star of David – Nazi sign
The Holy Land – no longer sacred
And being Jew means get maligned
Don’t have to be, just make impression
Puffed cheeks and chest – signs of success
Distinguish lies from truth, big question
And states of ‘blue’ are in distress
The money isn’t worth the paper
Go buy some groceries and see
Subscribe, watch, comment is the caper
Go steal from store and then run free
A million voices telling tales
On what to buy, cook, wear - sweet talk
Taste, think, use, carry – with details
In billion phones around the clock
You owe your life to rabid viewers
Can never stop, content is king
Most weird acts attract YouTubers
While bank account goes ‘cha-ching’
Forever jealous, mean and bitter
This ain’t my way and never be
All worthy news are found on Twitter
To filter noise is the key
Elections screwed and prosecutions
This crazy world, it goes awry
Mankind engulfed by evolution
The times, in which we live and die
May 27, 2024
Thumbs Up To The Journey
At the footbridge as it bridges past from present future and perspectives your
feet might be-come and may be-go confused be-fuddled as can your mind before
the shadows rainbows feathered fancy pastel tunes and blues-bound colours
can memories anticipation taking-stock ooze pots and lots of lived experience
re-scribed re-told rewound projected narrated from emotive thoughts
stand still
At the bridge as it cradles the canyon with ladles and measures of the moment
where it spans what once was what you enrich in here and now not there and then the sweeping meadows fields of harvest schisms unions paradigms evaluations can treasures scary scars letting-go liberate scents and stents of living fragrance perceived untold configured touched upon stocked up condensed
reflected wait
The past is yet to come and not withstanding what bridge which side what size
and whence long gone remembrance spins and spans and slows and speeds the motion the sunrise dusk and dawning tapestry mosaic photographic lens sensations can truth reality attitudes and imperfections find soul and solace shared solitude re-modelled shaped anew confronted soothed harmonised
accentuated rise
The future has arrived and has been long projected and the past is living on
where they settle and sizzle on in ember’s glory and ashes to ashes and Phoenix in flight when horizons and boxes un-boxed wriggling worms preceding grave graves can joy pleasure senses and sexes passion peace human works of art in progress accepted invited challenged unchallenged channelled welcomed
gratitude prevail
At the foot-bridge at the mind-bridge where it bridges cradles sweeps your meaning brushes and jungles juggles and wonders which hand’s intuition which path to follow lie the answers to the questions asked lie the questions known and
not yet explored
24th July 2016
I’ve seen children…young boys…walking arm in arm
their faces in identical grins
I’ve seen them laughing….playing, hugging
without questioning the different colors of their skin…
I’ve seen girls and boys walking together
I’ve seen them playing…climbing trees
without questioning their different sexes…
all so young
so innocent
so free.
I’ve seen young boys walking hand in hand
I’ve seen young girls walking this way too…
never thinking that one day there will be people
who think this is taboo.
I’ve seen children walking united
I’ve seen how their love is strong…
and I’ve also seen them being taught
how these feelings might be wrong
Which makes me wonder…
when it comes to how to love one another
If we are searching fro the truth
perhaps the answers can be found
In the wisdom of our youth.
Yes modernization is here
Islamic rules have made it clear
Pick up a small stick
And beat her to the wick
Make her understand
Obey your command
Pakistan is the modern land
Live like a man and beat at command
Only though because you care
To make her subservient and thus obey
She must follow your Islamic commands
And bend over for perverted desires in your satanic land
Now death to Israel
For they have committed the crime
Of being modern in un-modern times
As they saved the wounded of Syrians blood
They embrace humanity
Pakistan grabs a small stick
And strikes fear in the sexes
My god is there no common senses?
Notes: This is not to condone or condemn any Country. Merely to show how at times biases take things way out of context. At times the world decries one death, as in humane as next door hundreds of thousands take place under the silent ones of oppression.
Secondly this is specifically about The Council of Islamic Ideology a powerful constitutional body that advises the Pakistani legislature whether laws are in line with the teachings of Islam. There interpretation is of course ludicrous and I am well aware true Muslim worshipers would never follow such violent and antiquated teachings.
This came about from the CNN article http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/28/asia/pakistan-women-light-beating/index.html on the topic. On weekends I often partake in discussions at a Middle Eastern coffee shop, people from all over the middle east, where we have lively discussions. So it’s of note that this poem was the summary and views of the Muslim mates are I was sharing tea with.
Of note, many of them in their own countries could never voice any dissenting views without being tortured or killed.
Love has been around forever…before the time of calendars and clocks
It has even been discovered painted on prehistoric caves and primeval rocks.
There is no greater gift in life than love…those ancient artists and I believe…
It is a truly magical gift…as beautiful to give…as to receive.
Sometimes when I think of love…and how it’s transformed throughout the ages
I’m reminded of the butterflies…and how they, too, grow in stages.
When I was younger…in my cocoon…unfamiliar with a world so new…
my vision of the world was limited…my vision of love was too.
I didn’t understand, yet, how love is truly a work of art…
and how the best way to experience love is with an open heart.
I did not know at that time…which I learned later, happily, to my surprise
how sometimes to see and feel love…all I have to do is close my eyes…
I did not understand, then, how we were all put on this Earth to love…
to love ourselves as well as other people too…
how it only matters that we love…it does not matter who.
Now I smile when is see people in love…people I don’t even have to meet…
holding hands at the seashore, at the movies or walking down the street.
Gliding along like butterflies…experiencing one of love’s unique stages
people of different sexes, different sizes, different colors, shapes and ages…
Where, once they found each other, and their two lives converge…
The experience a metamorphosis…and slowly…they watch one love emerge.
Which is why when I’ve see love…in any of the many places I have dwelt
I smile filled with the same feeling those ancient artists must have felt.
All those centuries ago…long before the time of calendar and rocks
When they were so moved by the beauty of love…
they preserved that moment forever
on the surfaces of their caves…
and painted on their rocks.
Where did the quality of
life go?
We were on bicycles,
jumping rope, eating popsicles.
Who cared about dirt?
We threw our body into
pools with nary a care.
The elderly with canes, just
harrumphed and gave us
watery, cataract stares.
With nary a care, we played
hide and seek.
And rode to wealthier places
to just take a peek.
Radio was all that we had.
Great stories we listened too!
And guess what, youngins?
We were grateful and glad.
No flashing blue screens, no
food was delivered.
Mom cooked it all so well.
Why, we drooled and had
shivers!
Stores were tiny and owned
privately by hard working owners
that knew your name?
Big, unfriendly stores now to me,
are as cold as a wintry rain!
Some of us remember, when
Church was a must.
When nuns in long, black gowns
were people who had our trust!
No child swore, or if they did
got a spanking.
Today? They go to a school
psychologist for a ranking.
Few go to church, as back in the day!
They are online playing the
Internet game of the day.
God's crucifix is no longer on display?
Great,,,we can break now a commandments
loot, burn and kill?
Life is more fun that way?
A fine life highway we have set for boys
and our girls.
But then sexes are outlawed,
puts me in a total whirl.
I am so glad to not be in love
with the Internet Nation.
It started off well...but is no
longer a sane creation.
People cannot move one inch
without their iPhone dear?
The sites on the Internet show
far more than a derrière!
I hope we get close,as humans
once be!
And stop the madness of
FaceTime replacing reality.
Sure, many will disagree and
think I am a jerk
That's fine, be on your way
and just twerk!
7-5-2021