#isis
Lady adjacent waiter,
ruler of the medulla,
give me a certain angle
that'll make her want to maneuver,
make her want to consider
in the absence of his figure,
that maybe not the whole gender
is full of secret agendas,
with her left over right leg,
glass in her right hand,
a tribute to her innocence
ever since she walked in,
assembled it's, white wine
Krispy Kreme eyes,
glazed look,
lips glossed like her oil thighs,
it's finally off time
her sorority cross line,
it's happy hour,
she wasn't,
his whole crime has been a cover up
since she wants him,
this whole scene has been taped off
by her girlfriends,
it's often I see it,
alcoholic rehab,
a culprit — a demon
making contracts with my open tab,
broken bad in the bathroom,
clad woman,
For all the attention
such good first impressions,
but not you,
I feel a different aura,
I feel I'll get exposed
so I call a different offense,
Semper Fi
within my eyes
this energy —
I quiet the restaurant,
Can you hear me?
Proceed to throwing signals
Tom Brady couldn't throw,
the ball's in my court so I'm finally on the move,
crushing on you while the sky undresses,
you catch a glimpse
as the clouds bare witness,
Excuse me Miss Unfortunate,
I know I'm at a disadvantage
but I had to call it
head or tails
I'm still offering,
a chance to be your man? No
a chance to be your author?
a chance to be your narrator now or later
call me,
a chance to say “there she is”
her piercing eyes, fixes her finger on my lips
be quiet, “I saw this in a movie once”
she told me as I spy and I grab onto her truths,
excuse me thats selfish, pardon me
apart of me just wants to see that movie,
a father daughter dance,
a chance to be your groupie,
a chance to see that smile
that you flashed
like a lunar star,
meteor crash
and its back to reality,
eye connection broken
and it’s back to the irony,
a word barely spoken
and I’m back to asking:
Check Please.
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 3:12 PM UTC
"Nilus nil " a écrit Hérodote
Sans le Nil l'Egypte n 'est rien.
Mais même si je ne suis pas pharaon
Porté par un éléphant de guerre
Escorté de chattes et d'ichneumons
Feulant tels des sphinx dans la fange
Je bois aux eaux noires d'Isis
Je bois aux sept bras de son delta
Je bois son ***** chaude
Je bois son or baptismal
Je me tatoue de ses crues tumultueuses
Je suis ivre de ses dix-huit coudées et dix-huit doigts
Je ne suis rien sans ses eaux noires, ses méandres
Qui grossissent au solstice d'été
Et alors pendant cent jours
Je m'abreuve de ses eaux tortueuses
Et je m'épanche de toutes ses embouchures
Je bois aux sept pis du ventre de la vache
Longs de plusieurs milliers d'orgyes égyptiennes.
Je tète jusqu'à plus soif
Je tète sa bouche pélusienne
Je tète sa bouche tanitique
Je tète sa bouche mandésienne
Je tète sa bouche phanitique
Je tète sa bouche sébennytique
Je tète sa bouche bolbitine
Je tète sa bouche canopique
Je suis Thoutmôsis réincarné
Et je sculpte mes savons d'humus.
Onctueux comme crème
Sensuels comme parfum
Je taille dans la boue le buste de Néfertiti
Je sculpte la fille de Typhaïa la Jouisseuse
La chienne en rut du harem
Je sculpte la catin du Nil
La fille lascive du Aulète,
La fille nue des Lagides
Je sculpte Isis et ses ailes déployées,
Je sculpte Aphrodite Anadycmène
Je sculpte Cléopatre la Septième
Je sculpte, je taille, je moule, je peins
Et ce faisant je frotte le dos de Palmolive
De ma muse qui m'abreuve
En fredonnant un cantique antique
De l'eau de son bain de mousse nilotique.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
ISIS Juggernaut
Another
Bombing
Crisis
Darkens
Everyone's
Fearful
Good
Home.
ISIS'
Juggernaut
Knocking
Loud,
Malignancy
Noxiously
Odious.
Plants
Quickly
Rooting
Suicidal.
Terror
Under
Vile
Wings,
Xenophobic
Yet
Zygodactylous
Logan Robertson
4/29/2019
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
Your pulsing energy releases
deepest tender emotions:
they flow into my heart
casting out bleakness,
in a gentle morn awakening.
Breaking silence, your voice
in poetry of true acceptance,
calls to me. I become aware again
of your strength and stability:
then my eyes see beyond beauty.
It wells up from knowing
that deep within ourselves,
loveliness cannot exist without the
knowledge of comparison of what
is ever undeniably true or false.
We can in solitude see
through fate’s deceptions.
Nothing can stop love from entering.
Thoughts made of illusions are destroyed.
Mystical visions of truth are revealed.
Passions that have always been
within both of us are stirred.
Now clinging fears flee hence:
we stand together Twin Flames
strong in certainty. We feel the
power of love in ourselves that is timeless.
ISIS & OSIRIS
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
Amid the sky of covered crimson plane
The stormy night begets its wonted reign
And down the sails of battered ships
The golden light of sol doeth set.
Far below the wooden hulls lies
O’ oceans crypt, unknown in depth.
Below the base of beaten ships and
Amid the anglers glow
The luminal aura of Isis shows.
Crystal Night, immaculate sight
Waxing strong her sultry form
Oh how bright her soothing light
A beckon of hope amid the perilous storm.
The captive witness cannot cease
Its ponderous delight of beauties scene.
Of the godless night, in waves
Of tumult and titanic might
Of hellish forces the setians reign.
The sacred goddess of Lucifer’s seed
Rests tall for all to see.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Up over the wall
we'll rush all the tanks and all the mines
prevailing at last, the dead in our past
as we move quickly, and so blind
The colonel's orders, as crossing all borders
killing and maiming, divine
Gore on our swords, a bloodthirsty horde
****** and drinking bad wine
Destroying the past, how long can this last
rewriting the rules and the law
pretending god likes, our type of fight
practicing, holy Fatah
Ending in heaven, two and ten sevens
the virgins, we will enjoy
reality such, we won't see that much
as in hell the virgins, are demons, not boys
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
Come out now
It doesn't seem like it
But it is over
You are free
I don't know how
But you made it
You are strong
It doesn't seem like it
But you have always been
Come out
Let the sun shine on you
Or you shine on the sun
Let your light defeat darkness
And gift the future a ray of hope
Drink
And wash yourself
The water will clean you
But only your face
Your heart does not need washing
It's clean and pure and grace
Breath
You have been under the rubble
Your lungs full of dust
Embrace the space
Say something
And relieve life from its shock
That look you have
That look is killing
It is a death sentence
To the conscience of humanity
To be hanged by shame
And sorrow
And failure
Smile little child
But before that, cry
Cry out loud
And weep your pain out
Uncover the criminals
What did they do to you...
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
My mind is in an abyss of oblivion
From not believing what I see
A poet believes
That a word is worth thousand pictures
But some pictures
They are worth thousand nightmares
While I am awake and gasping for words to breathe
I can't imagine how I should feel
When seeing all the things I see
I can't realize what to think
Caught by a tornado of dispair
As helpness as one can be
To survive, one must have a heart of steel
To admit that the pictures are real
But all I manage to say is
It is not fair....
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
Please consider me ‘has been gone.’
Corpse; with rifle but no head…
Martyrdom…
Sacrificed for the freedom
And the calmness of all souls..
Think of me as a hero
Slaying sick dogs that are dead
Since the moment they did join
The black pack of blood and hate
Think of me as a mountain
Fending the dark waves and rains
Madly swallowing the plains
Filling our souls with pain
Think of yourself as widow
But a widow who wears white
Since the moon has quit the night
Kneeling in front grace and might
Of your patience, sacrifice…
My lady...
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
.
I nfinite
S tars
I nfinite
S pace
Her lithe and arched body
protecting her child. Earth.
Holding hands with her sister,
the twin Goddesses of Truth.
Her name stolen by the liars,
Her glory tarnished with the blood
of the innocent and brave.
So, who's voice will be Her hero?
Her modern lover. Champion.
Her contemporary pharaoh?
© Pagan Paul (13/06/16)
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
Drop your pen
-
How does that feel?
I agree
The pen is mightier than the sword
Only, however, if you want to get people
On your side
If the other side is carelessly
Brandishing their rapier
Then the pen can become a thing of evil
Just because the pen doesn't **** people
Doesn't mean it can't lead people
Off a cliff
People need to remember that
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC
Migrant refugee
a place of temporary
community is everything for
The Afghan, Syrian, Iranian and Africans of all
from the jungle they came, to The Jungle they go.
A place to pass through hope
to go over to Dover and
beyond. Think so fond
of the other side.
Work, new life, peace
and family they seek.
On a journey to travel, men,
women and kids flee from
an evil chasing their race.
They stare death in its
face the whole way.
To leave it all behind in hope
to find that which is true.
Some French help, some unsure,
others come from afar
to serve and ask
"What can I do?"
to find there is nothing but to see.
Some pray and some say
"I will not stay"
after months of waiting
to leave with no more tricks in
their sleeve, oh Lord when
will they believe in this Jesus
who sets all free.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
∆ The Fear (Orlando Commando) ∆
Oh my God son,
did you hear,
there was another terrorist attack,
and again comes The Fear.
The shootings by these psychos,
struck some familiar cords,
extreme actions by extremist with suicidal tendencies,
leads to the tightening of borders,
the attacks in Orlando last week,
happened on Saturday Night,
gives us all The Fever and The Chills,
all at the same time.
The incident occurred,
during at a club in Orlando,
a rouge shooter emerged,
and went Extremest commando,
this ****** had his finger on the trigger,
until EMTs arrived to put their fingers on the pulse,
of victims slain for no good reason at all,
this violence is insane when will it halt?
Oh how patronizingly patriotic and fitting everything is!
From shootings in Paris,
to drones strikes in deserts,
if you ask me,
they’re all terrorist,
extremist are extremist,
extremism is extremism,
I don’t support any extreme,
I don’t support any regime,
I don’t support patriots in chariots,
I don’t support Sharia law in it’s most extreme variance,
fck this,
I fckn mean this,
why I have to fckn cuss,
to get your attention,
three minutes to make a point,
with the words I mention,
intentions,
set,
like smart bombs and sniper’s focus,
IMF got the world in debt dollars are tokens,
tokens we use to play,
the game of life until God takes us away,
away,
gotta be a better way,
than bombing each other,
why the fck did we even enter Iraq,
and engage in that trouble,
what’s the real reason,
and no don’t fckn say oil,
bombs over Baghdad,
down with Saddam,
up with the black flag,
stab you in the back like a black ***
fck that that’s all hate,
why the fck are us as in US even in Iraq,
why do attack others can’t we find the time to just relax and relate,
can’t really blame President Baraka Flacka,
he’s done as good as any of us could in his position,
a president is just one man he’s not God,
so he has to do what he does to pursue his visions,
still we spend millions on maniacal missions,
making incisions into civilizations putting them into critical conditions,
I must be a punk because I feel like all religion is Bad Religion,
NO ONE IS INNOCENT,
that’s what ISIS is trying to say,
that’s why they chose to attack a normal place,
because when the US kills 500,000 in Iraq,
shooting 100 people in a bar in Paris doesn’t seem that bad,
fck it,
someone could walk into this crowd right now and start shooting,
just like,
a hurricane could hit Florida today and by the tonight there’d be looting.
NO ONE IS INNOCENT,
that’s what ISIS is trying to say,
we all play our part,
in this macabre play,
and I warn you right now,
don’t ignore the problems and think they’ll just go away,
if you work your *** off,
then you pay your taxes,
we’ve all got blood on our hands,
and I’m not saying that those in foreign lands,
are any better than us ********
anyone with an AK-47 can get buried in the sands!
But what the fck ever,
have another beer cheers,
pretend everything’s ok,
try and drown out The Fear with beers,
but you can not ignore,
that tightening feeling in your stomach,
and can not ignore the fact that we’re all lost,
sea sick on the high seas feeling like I might *****
so we stare up at the stars,
hoping we can catch a ride on a comet,
hoping maybe someone will save us,
we save up,
but still our taxes go to destruction,
supposedly targeting the axis of evil,
but regardless the target bombs have only one function,
destruction,
there’s nothing smart about a smart bomb,
anyone that wishes to wage war should just move to another planet,
and all of us that wish to wage peace should just stay here,
****** is ******
I don’t want to hurt any other human being,
that’s it,
I’m sick of rooting for the home team,
I feel so fckn ashamed to be an American right now,
NOT ANOTHER BOMB DROPPED IN MY NAME!
Where do we go,
when everyone’s gone,
and there’s no one left to blame?
Right here,
the red, white and blue,
same colors as France,
these colors don’t run fool!
To proud,
to admit our mistakes,
like when you lie to someone you love,
they confront you and you punch them right in the face,
except for instead of a punch,
we unleash bio-chemical energy warfare,
call it a hunch,
but I’d say we are all guilty of war crimes here,
here,
have some facts bro,
Raqqa,
attacked for,
extremist attackers,
attacking the people of Paris no answers,
only questions,
no pleas for peace,
only military police,
only guns and more machismo,
still no peace in the Middle East,
can we please get a little peace in the Middle East?
Can we please get a little peace here for that matter,
can we just have the love and let the hate evaporate,
uggh it's all so painful and so heartbreaking,
and I don't know how much more of this I can take!
And usually I can ignore it,
and just say it’s someone else’s problem,
but honestly this whole world is fct,
unless we find resolution and solutions for these problems.
Oh my God son,
Oh my God son,
did you hear,
there was another terrorist attack,
and again comes The Fear…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Hollywood Hearts available worldwide 7/7/16
#orlandoshooting #pulseshooting #pulsenightclub #terrorist #isis #stoptheviolence #terroristattack #peace
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
Wickedness dances like a Chinese dragon
held high on poles by the grinning
It curls its tail and snakes around the minds
of admirers who see beauty in its gaping jaws
Flaccid and incapable, this billowing beast
intoxicates and seduces the frustrated and resentful
It dances in Kirachi, hoodwinks in Bradford,
and slips into the dark places in distracted minds
— this infernal idea more bilious and mephitic
than a komodo’s bite
It dances wildly in the confused thoughts of lost boys
who haven’t noticed its cunning wink
They sway and rock — utterly taken
far more mistaken — until stilled by the slap of death
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
A click here
and a click there
taking snaps everywhere
at the age of living carefree
our generation is obsessed with selfie
with a stick in our hand
everywhere we stand -
feeling sick
let's take a pic
going to party
don't forget the photography
every single moment is;
captured as if was a bliss!
fake smiles captured with a flick
but we never get bored of taking click
we are loosing the compassion
in no way we are human
we don't help the one in need;
fish our camera and take snaps instead
portraying poor and their poverty
the name and fame won't help them any
All they want is may be a piece of bread
but the human in us is already dead!
all we do is take a click
Believe me all this is a sh*t!
Extended verse -
we have strong opinion on social media
but in actual world we suffer anemia
we like, comment and share;
when action is needed all we do is stare
such piteous is our condition
we can't stand in unison
and so its easy to break us
else what the hell is this ISIS
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
So let’s consider what is meant
by rolling heads and bodies splattered…
time for Truth to represent
(as if such inconvenience mattered…)
Such events disturb our sleep
and force us to compose, on waking,
lullabies for drowsy sheep
as predators are overtaking.
Flags of doom and holy slaughter,
sons of Ishmael filled with rage
are coming for your wife and daughter
and yourself. You turn the page.
Rising now to storm your tower
(7th century back to bite you),
Allah brings satanic power
to convert you or to smite you.
****** dhimmis would have us think
such rage is due to unemployment;
pure confusion on the brink
of funding further troop deployment.
Meanwhile, mullahs sip their tea
while tenured academics prattle
watching MSNBC
as soldiers die in battle.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
Belgium, we hear you.
Our tears fall at your loss.
One day, things will be okay, and the world will turn right-side up.
It won't be tomorrow, or in my lifetime, but one day, it will.
Until then, we hear you, and stand with you against the evil in this world.
Evil exists.
It is very real.
There are monsters in the shadows, gouls under our beds, and ghosts drifting outside our windows.
We are all but children playing in the dark.
Evil, and pain, and wrongdoings, and losses, exist all around us.
And one day, when we decide, they will go away.
Until then, we hear you.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
Thorns in the hearts of millions and fear in the minds of billions.
Heard across the whispers of machines, spoken to the minds of onlookers.
Entrances carved into the souls of children by myriad opinions.
Young ones engraved with a memory, reared to despise terror as one would hookers.
Advance the agenda. Propaganda distributed; phones, theaters, televisions alight.
Losing our souls to the terror, we huddle in our whining and dining rooms.
Lips loose and battering what we don't understand, they're the terrors! Don't you understand?
Destitute is reason in the fanatics worlds away, yet in our very homes.
Encouraged to make poor our own empathy, as we seek them out.
Solace lost on our tongues we devour them, mercy removed from our bones.
Everyone knows we have to get them first, right? Right. There's no other route.
Right is confused with fear. They've made us just like them. Just like them.
Vie for change! Do it all you want, but you can't change them, not with sinful might...
Entrance them with modernity, educate them, sequester them, it's a farce, a problem.
Aren't we the beasts? Shooting missiles from a, "Wicked City," televisions alight.
Grand mess we've made, hypocrisy ten miles high, sin ten miles deep.
Right. Where were we? Who shot last? Compare past to past, continue the fight.
Already we're planning, where to strike next? Whack the hive, make 'em weep.
Vanishing like shadows in all-encompassing light the terrors disappear.
"'Enraging us again,' coming soon!" the sequel should be good next year.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC