swallowed alive ere the seed becomes mustard.
Mucro Pondera Divinus
Mucro Pondera Divinus
Nov 27, 2013      Nov 28, 2013

אל disinherits His kin, and hides the Crown.
אלהים discards His creations, and curses the Snake.
אהיה dispatches His laws, to punish our Power.
יהוה‎ disavows His cruelty, and blames Sin.
אדני disowns His sin, and scapegoats Man.

The Father denies his failure; it is the Child who suffers,
swallowed alive ere the seed becomes mustard.

Semitic/Hebraic names of God are used here to symbolize a patriarchal legacy of buck-passing fascist government, institutional mind control, and mindless, desperate consumerism.

I mean no disrespect to Jews, however disinclined they may be to humor Thelema. I don't suppose I get any brownie points for siding with Babylon. ;)

אל - EL (alef lamed) - ancient Semitic word for God (31)
אלהים - ALHIM (alef lamed heh yod mem) - God or Gods (646)
אהיה - AHIH (alef heh yod heh) - "I AM" (21)
יהוה - IHVH (yod heh vav heh) - "Yahweh" - Tetragrammaton (26)
אדני - ADNI (alef bet nun yod) - Adonai - The Lord or "My Master" (65)
Mustard gas flutters past
Jacob Sykes
Jacob Sykes
Feb 18, 2013

Mustard gas flutters past
Unseen but effect are felt
Lungs collapse
Crushed with guilt
Or gas
That flutters past
Unseen but effects are felt

of mustard water
Zephyr
Zephyr
Jul 31, 2013

I drank
two cups
of mustard water
today

they say
that it will
make me
throw up.

It didn't work.

Darn it! I really don't want to do the finger thing
In January’s mustard field
Pradip Chattopadhyay

Maybe so I willed
In half sleep’s ethereal stream
In January’s mustard field
She hugged me in liplocked dream!

What now she said eye on eye
I’m come past all fear
So our lips never go dry
Nothing stops us from here!

I put my tongue on hers
Rolled in her saliva filled
Her eyes blinked million stars
Traveling time in the mustard field!

Bloomed yellows thunderous bright
Rained sky a sweet redress
Dream came at end of night
Wept wet in her embrace!

I tiptoed on her bedside
Her lips quivered moist filled

Maybe so she willed

Same dream in the mustard field!

Have faith in me, like a mustard seed.
JT-TJ
JT-TJ
Mar 12, 2011

Have faith in me, like a mustard seed.
Because your support, is what I need.
Teach me and guide me, and show me the way.
Help me to grow, each and every day.

I know it is hard, to believe in me.
But with your help, I will learn to see.
Give me some food, build me real strong.
With you by my side, we will prove them wrong.

And so we can do it, just you and I.
With some rain in the clouds, and the sun in the sky.
I know if I try, I will succeed.
Because you are the soil, the soil I need.

I know I can grow, so very tall.
With your help, I will never fall.
Have faith in me, like a mustard seed.
Because your support, is what I need.

So when you find some mustard,
Jaclyn Arencibia
Jaclyn Arencibia
Apr 11, 2013

Don't do it, conventionally
Cause that's boring.
Don't do it, with sophistication
Cause that's tedious.
Do it, sporadically
Cause that's enjoyable.
When you bite a piece and there's more than a dab, more than a spoonful,
Something akin to a squirt.
Yeah, that's what we're looking for, just a squirt,
You squirt, squirt,
All over and miss some stops.
So when you find some mustard,
Damn it,
You just hit the spot.

his colour is mustard yellow
Cordelia Copson
Cordelia Copson
Nov 8, 2013

written into his skin for the next person
that finds him

his colour is mustard yellow
with black swirls all through
and when he kisses
it tastes like bitter sweetness
and you don't have to kiss him if you don't want to
he won't make you

he has an ugly habit of crying without realising it
and his eyes look so hopeful
when he does
he has an ugly habit, too
of loving you every single day
even though you might not want it.

i know that he hates the colour yellow
and he hates his hopeful streak
but it is the seams of his soul and holds him together
and the colour that made my life worth living

and you don't have to kiss him if you don't want to
but please hold him as tightly
as he deserves to be held

bad bad bad BAD
Mustard
Ria Nagpal
Ria Nagpal
Jun 12, 2013

Horseshoe
Chips
Lift
Miner
Mustard
Bellows

Bellows
Horseshoe
Mustard
Chips
Miner
Lif­t

Lift
Bellows
Miner
Horseshoe
Chips
Mustard

Mustard
Lift
Chips­
Bellows
Horseshoe
Miner

Miner
Mustard
Horseshoe
Lift
Bellows
Ch­ips

Chips
Miner
Bellows
Mustard
Lift
Horseshoe

Horseshoe, chips
Lift, miner
Mustard, bellows

A man ate some mustard

A man ate some mustard
Instead of some custard
Without even a frown
He just gulped it down
Saying, “My insides won’t get rusted.”

© Ronald Maxwell Segel 2008
Mustard seeds are really smaller than they seem
Ahuvah Elohai
Aug 26, 2013      Aug 27, 2013

The night is almost gone, and the day is near.  
Therefore let us lay aside the deeds of darkness
and put on the armor of light.


How pervasive this darkness
And how choking its black.
Very few could breath here.
I wonder at this starkness,
No, I wonder what it lacks,
Growing perhaps too accustomed to fear.

Does hope look any different though?
Or will light just show me the dark more clearly?
Neither day nor night seems relief to show,
Every hour clings me to life barely.

Every friend I tell holds my hand with weakness,
Venturing to guess at the reason I hold
Every new detail with certain bleakness,
Reviewing my case as a doctor would.
Yet none knows the depth of the wound in my soul,
Truly none knows how closely I hold this knife.
Hope they hold out as though I desired life.
I want only reprieve from this black-hearted control.
No, I desire not life but a way out, friend.
Give me pills or a pistol, that seems a sure end.

To admit this to my friend I would never,
Oh but there's One who has known it forever...

“Stand firm,” He commands,
To me quite a demand,
And I plead with Him I care no longer for life's light.
Neither for death's black, but on oblivion I have my sight,
Denying reality of both extremes.

For once, though, I consider, for once I wonder:
Is hope something different than the nightmares I dream?
Reviewing a bit, with a sense of washing over, I discover
Mustard seeds are really smaller than they seem.

 
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