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حين استيقظتُ من حلمِك
‏‎تمنّيتُ العودة الى المنام
‏‎فغطستُ شعري في الوسادة
‏‎لأشعر بالأمان
‏‎ولشفاء ذلك الجرح
‏‎مرّةً اخرى يا زمان
‏‎وجدتُ نفسي المريضة
‏‎في همسةٍ من القلب قائلا
‏‎لا تذهبي يا روحي
‏‎وجودُكِ دواء
NAL Nov 11
I've always wondered how people believed in God,
but as I met you- I understood.
They serve you to please in order to find the acceptance
that will allow them to enter the kingdom of euphoria.
I, on the other hand, serve to please you as they do
in hopes of gaining affection and acceptance;
any form of acknowledgment and another form of ecstasy.

They follow God blindly with trust in their heart(s) that
they'd be rewarded for their loyalty; for their cleansed soul(s).
I follow you blindly knowing that the only sense
of purpose, I will obtain will come from being able to satisfy you.
{draft} 9/25/20
He fancies himself a cowboy
In line at the corner store
Concealed carry snug on his hip
(He secretly hopes someone gives him some lip)
The cashier hands him his change without meeting his gaze
He’s surprised and aroused.
She knows her place.

Selling your soul’s not a deal with the devil
Selling your soul is a deal with yourself
Make the choice over and over
To shake your own hand
And pretend that it’s somebody else

He fancies himself a nonconformist.
A free thinker
The sheep will all do what they’re told
And he’ll be ****** before he goes peacefully to slaughter.
It was easy, he figured it out
Demanding proof is just an excuse to hide behind doubt
A warrior,
he wields the flaming sword of truth
His wife asks a question; he breaks her front tooth.

Selling your soul’s not a deal with the devil
Selling your soul is a deal with yourself
Make the choice over and over
To shake your own hand
And pretend that it’s somebody else

Somewhere a fat man is checking the math as he’s being served lunch
Picking through numbers, looking for nibbles
He dribbles drool onto his chin,
as he dials his guy in The Caymans
His stomach is rumbling, it’s never enough!
To deepen ones pockets, one first must make cuts.

The determinant cause for the silver mine fire
Will read “Accident: faulty electrical wire; Company denies liability
per signed agreement at hire.”
And the cowboy free thinker won’t laugh at the joke,
he’ll just choke
There will be no survivors

But today, The Cowboy nurses his hate,
while Somewhere a fat man is writing the fate of the cowboy in pen,
pleased to be Great Again.

Selling your soul’s not a deal with the devil
Selling your soul is a deal with yourself
Make the choice over and over
To shake your own hand
And pretend that it’s somebody else
Born to a mother's holy womb
Living body romps and romps
With spirit dead
At night sleeping in a tomb
Thinking someone would come
Worshipping Tom, **** and Harry
Of mother's holy womb
Terri Sep 28
My love is blasphemous
As long as you are the one
who I worship

STOP
Wait

I'm on my knees again,
Begging and pleading
For your eternal salvation,
To not leave me
In eternal damnation

I shouldn't be on my knees
Thinking you'll pardon me
To the judgement that you'll bring
But I'll always be your dog
Obeying every command
Knowing that someday
When you grow weary
I will no longer be of use
Then set me to the depths of hell
And leave me to perish

As I say again
"No more"
To the manipulative tongue of yours
That I once thought
Where heaven flows;
Where gospel speaks.
But they were
Words of manipulation
Equating to comfort.
Check out my profile for the first 2 amen - as long as you are the one i worship
- ... when you grow weary, i will no longer be of use
- ... and leave me to perish
Betty Sep 23
Magnificent trees
Will cast the darkest shadow
Stunting all new growth
Safana Sep 11
He Is
The Only One
I ever heard
and I believed,
He who beget
not nor was He
Begotten.
A fatherless
Motherless
Childless
Friendless
And He Who
have No family.
He who created the
Beginning of end
and the
end of the beginning
He is the first with no
boundary of last and
the last with no
Boundary of first
He who created
You and I
With no doubt
and created
All and All
With
Certainty
Glory be to Allah, the Creator of everyone and everything.
Accept our ibadat, Ya Allah!
Kara Shirlene Aug 22
Angels all around
Whispering sweetly to me.
Through the branches and the breeze,
Through this Magnolia Tree.
I stand and look up in awe,
The beauty and strength so serene.
My Angels still whispering,
With every bird and every bee.
The message so discreet,
To any human eye.
But loud and clear it's ringing,
Aligned in heartbeat with mine.
Subtle, yet so unknown.
Loud, but whispering gently:
Surrender. Surrender. Surrender.
Completely.
©KSS 3/2018
Nidhi Jaiswal Aug 10
✨Mother✨father✨
✨is✨
✨second✨
✨god✨
✨in face of✨
✨human✨
✨worshiping✨
✨them✨
humans
✨get✨
all

The

✨happine­ss ✨
✨of✨
✨life✨


Mother and father second god in face of humans worshiping them humans get all happiness of their life.

Thanks for reading.
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