#crusade
Can we all just pause for a minute?
Right now in this world, it's crazy and we all
Understand as we're going through this together!
Stop panic buying
And just breathe the fresh air,
Don't worry "this too shall pass." Take
Each day for what it is and Be Kind to one another!
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC
I am the audience.
I am the act.
I am the set
atop the stage.
I am the curtain -
of that I am certain.
I am the lead,
I am the follow.
Follow me fellow,
come say hello.
I am the scene
on the stage.
I am the scene
on the screen.
I am the scene
that is not seen.
For I am the scene
behind the scenes.
I am the light.
I shine so bright.
I blind their sight.
Lights out; night, night.
They fear my might -
of that they're right.
It's me they hear,
loud and clear.
It's me they fear
as I draw near.
They thought they could.
They thought they would.
They knew they should.
But now they're shook.
For I am the truth.
And I am come.
I am set free.
Now lies must flee.
Out, out the doubt.
Their lies, stamped out.
They scream, they shout.
They cry, they pout.
They beg, they plead.
Their hearts, they bleed.
I pay no heed.
Truth is my creed.
True is the need.
Wage war on greed.
I am the thief.
From me, I stole.
Mind, body,
spirit, soul.
I am the tyrant;
I am oppressed.
The time is now,
I must revolt.
I must Jihad,
I must Crusade.
No time to wast.
I must make haste!
Have you no eyes?
Do you not see?
It's me I fight!
Day and night!
I am the pen,
I am the sword.
I am the speech,
I am the word.
I am the battle,
I am the axe.
The time is now,
need you ask?
I am the struggle,
I am the strife.
This is my way,
this is my life.
I am the many,
I am the one.
I am all
and I am none.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
A ready mind becomes
a blade,
to shatter my
outlasting shade.
The past is but a mirror,
yet through it
I see clearer,
a wound deep carved
it stays.
In ways, it's never
over,
forever-this crusade.
Renew your vows,
as the wolf howls,
and now your spirit
burns this hide.
Again, again with
reckless pride,
you needn't see,
you're not danger
free.
A ready mind endures
the pain,
it hides away the wounds
are lain.
An eerie call,
some words begin
to fall,
but focus for it's time,
the black crow is perched
a sign.
Embrace the thought
in ways we're free
we fought.
Us differ from
the fool,
no masters here, no slaves
to rule.
My ready mind
is bright,
with need to help
for right.
A shadow in the night
protects,
this lonely wish for just
reflects.
So what if death is mine
alone,
a peacful mind is born
if my example stays
atone.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
I haven’t read the Koran
So I can’t say if Islam is violent
I’ve read the history
I’ve come to know the crusades
And the passion of Christ
So I feel guilty
When I am asked
To respond to terror
And stay quiet
At the bearded bombers.
My wife is Hindu
She is offended
At the mention of religions
So I choose to be a secularist.
I do to church and pray
For my beloved ones and myself
I don’t say I’m going to church
I try to be as vague as I can
I say I have to commune
With an old friend
Or that I have some bread and wine to purchase
Then everyone is happy.
I envy the bomber his blindness.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
a few joined the campaign
and as a body of one
they relentlessly harassed
a specific two
mob mentality
won the prize of control
the methods they used
so rancid in toll
victory is theirs
yet only for a while
others are marching
with a new drummer's parade
ready willing and able
to oust the sitting crusade
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
Alas the crusade sparked vendettas reach
Pools of blood shed boiled with fury
As the shiny spear made its final mark
In the name of vengeance, one solemnly swore
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
Through the serendipity of a naive act,
A mere rumour of the bygone tale.
Perceived by a small offense,
Was the story of Riverdale.
A machine of parts and *****
Built for an arithmetical crusade,
Channeled with high voltage,
The tool for every complex barricade.
For science has toyed with his destiny,
For his life was a written code,
For his face was made of metal alloy,
For his troubles laid on the same road.
For his calculations were neat as heaven,
As his binary numbers were perfectly synch,
Like the sun rising on an early day,
Like the rain falling on the same clay.
But the story took a seismic turn,
His mind was on a number's high,
When like lightning came she,
A thunderstorm from a clear sky
A mermaid out of the blue sea,
She touched his metal face,
For she had seen none of like him.
But that touch created a little spark,
In the metal heart out of chances that slim.
As his codes discharged to form a conscious wave,
For the metal mind felt the aura,
For the metal body moved to dance,
For Riverdale loved that girl,
For she was his fading chance.
But do the humans understand love?
I doubt they do, for the metal heart,
Was driven out from the lands.
For his story never had a start.
The sin of emotion, the bliss of pain,
For his metal heart rusted in vain.
Over his kingdom of broken dreams,
Neither did she, nor a soul felt his reign.
As his metal body rusted away,
In the aura of an insane world,
Where love is a jewellery reserved,
For this misery has now unfurled,
He died a metal death with a humane heartbreak.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
***Will you find me faster next time
Before perception binds me to duty
To a life I was never meant to lead
Will you search relentlessly
Until we are joined once again
Before fairytales fall from reality
Will you remember that we are bonded and bound
And be compelled to feel whole
On loves crusade until we meet again
Will you know me as you always have
Through millennia to eternity
Never resting until we are one
Will the road to me be found more quickly
Wasting no time building a life united
Sharing all we are meant to share
Should the slumber of darkness find me
Will you find me faster next time***
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
Wonder child
Use me up
Like money
Use me up
Like drugs
We'll run away from the world
Just you and me
A ******* crusade
Campaign for a life of luxury
Where love is fast
And dope is free
I'll leave you addicted to me
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
Alone in the darkness I sigh. Other things far away from the battle line occupy me, such things as love flow through my head. I imagine you naked and standing before me, such acts we perform, words we say to each other, words I could never utter into the realms of speech lest I be stricken down with rod of lightening. Nether less I adore these glimpses, indeed I harbour intent for fruitful desires with my intended love.
As horn doth bellow weapon is drawn at readiest, with lance and sword I am at last prepared for what is to come. I stand abreast with better man than I, awaiting the extremes of battle. It is not an army that faces me, surely a nest, a colony of such unending mass. I fear that the whole of humanity stands before us this day. And as they swarm forward I fear such an infestation so unimaginable to behold.
By the grace of God I do believe my life will end here. I fear that I shall never again see my homeland and the one I share such dreams with. I look to God for the strength of many, for my heart to be engulfed with that of a Lion, and my Sword to be as enhanced as that of our own good King Arthur’s Excalibur. For if victory is to be ours this day, it is the Right Hand of God that shall hold this battle to rights, for it is in no mans hand to wield this capability.
Hour upon hour the death toll exceeds. Such things I see this day are beyond reproach, a more foreign battlefield I have never seen. Not simply the war of man but that of wizardry and witchcraft. This attacker is of no breed I have ever witnessed but that of incarnation. This Evil manifestation parades upon human being. Slaughter is its middle name and this entity feeds on its own etymology.
Brave knights on sturdy steed make your attack riotous and as Foot Soldier fights and dies by peculiar hand you chase down the brewer of this unfortunate broth. Wiser Knight shall not be found than he that sits in circle with Arthur Pendragon. They brave the wave of inhuman soul battling around them with valour and vigour. In their centre the figure of Merlin concocts his own mischief upon said fatal clan.
Once more to victory we strive, foul spell is cast no more and inhuman hand flags, falling by our side as he breathes this mortal coil no longer. The deed is done and battle is no longer. We grieve as we haul body of friend and fellow to bear in deaths pile, though within such angst lies an under current of relief. Happiness will flourish when this deed is concluded.
I can now allow myself such aspiration that once flowed through my being. Upon my return to dear England those forbidden words from my dreams shall once more become a reality. I shall give her my all and expect nought less in return, our ********** will rival, if not overwhelm that of any other man that eve. With health and happiness before me I take my leave of this most pleasant of company.
God save the King
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC