#sharia
They were hot on the trail
of the Parisian terrorists
who killed 127 people
When the gendarme came for her
they asked… “where's your boyfriend?”
she answered “he’s not my boyfriend”
she pushed a button and blew herself up
painting the inside of her modest flat
with a single coat of macabre rouge
an unsympathetic Tweet reported
that her head flew out the window
coming to rest on the cobblestone street
in front of the neighborhood bakery
her nostrils drawing a final breath filled
with the aroma of freshly baked croissants
perhaps her dimming retina reflected
the flickering laser strobe scanning
the Parisian skyline from atop
the Eiffel Tower
maybe it was for the best
that she's been released
from her earthly travails
gotta be a major downer
being a card carrying Jihadi
living life, parsing locations
to find the best sites to
****** innocent people
living life inside the prison
of a black burka, is
living inside the dogma
of religious delusion
gotta be a living hell
living large in a
Dante’s Inferno
doin hard time in
solitary confinement
of an addled mind
chained to a
wretched heart
looking at life
through tiny slit
like horse blinders
designed to encumber
the distraction of any
peripheral perspective
in summer the dark fabric
traps heat inside the raiment
bringing simmering resentment
to a raging boil
railing against bourgeois decadence
stewing over the whoredom of halter tops,
mini skirts and teeny weeny bikinis
a coal fired pressure cooker
stoked with repressed libidinal energy
loathing the sin of intimacy
recoiling from any intimate touch
the simmering resent
unable to find release
slowly builds until it blows
pure torture for a young woman
how can you not fall in love in Paris?
groove to jazz, lounge an afternoon away
sipping coffee at a sidewalk bistro
French kiss a lover
on a Rive Gauche bench
In The City of Light
how can you prefer body counts
to loving embraces?
the construction of a suicide vest
to epiphanies concealed in
affable Impressionists brushstrokes
or the revelations of Cezanne's dancers
to never roll the warm blush
from a fine Bordeaux
in the cradle of your tongue
or the sophisticated pose
of a first cigarette
to be immersed
in the City of Lights
while shunning
its illumination
by hiding under
a black burka
is absurd
why does this form of Islam require
these sacrifices from the fairer ***
why does their understanding
of faith forbid body contact
yet demands a righteous body count?
what type of religion sanctifies this?
where an unknowable Allah
promises a paradisaical afterlife
only through the condemnation
of a pedestrian Joie de Vivre
Sharia liberates the soul
with divine chains of submission
and stokes an abhorrence to
secular democracy that condemns
the spirit to the anarchy of choices
is it no surprise she pulled the trigger?
to bad the Quran consumed all her reading time
had she only lifted a slim volume of Camus
she may have read The Myth of Sisyphus
"suicide springs from a feeling of absurdity"
Allah condemned her to a dark subservience
whose only goal was a nihilist martyrdom of
mass ****** and self annihilation
Said Camus
“those who lack courage will
always find a philosophy to justify it”
and finally she may have understood
Camus's posit of the most important question….…...
“should I **** myself or have a cup of coffee?
she should have had a cup of coffee….
Erik Satie - Trois Gymnopédies
jbm
Oakland
020316
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 2:54 AM UTC
Sara L. Russell, 30th November 2015, 17:00pm
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Let the man and the woman be free to choose one another in marriage;
For therein lieth domestic accord.
Let the woman be free to obey the man solely out of love,
only because he deserveth her love through his loving kindness,
therefore she loveth him above all others (with the exception of God).
The man must, in turn, deserve her love; and if he does not, by reason of cruetly,
the woman may flee, with God's blessing, never to return.
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Let the man and the woman live and work together in equality;
For woman is the greatest ally of man.
Let them pray together at the holy temples of the Lord our God,
kneeling side by side in devotional acts of love and worship.
There is no room for oppression in the House of the Lord;
no flowers can bloom in a garden of burning thorns.
Be gentle with one another; or else incur the maelstrom of God's holy wrath.
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Mark this well, brethren; cut not the fragile Flower of Life.
A woman's body is sacrosanct unto herself and unto God;
therefore mutilate her at your peril, for the Flower of Life
is also the Flower of Love. Herein is a font of ultimate power and purity.
No man can exist without the prior existence of woman,
for out of the body of woman cometh the infancy of man.
Whosoever causeth harm to this bloom shall be punished by God.
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Let the men and women of the world be free to express true love and desire,
For out of desire cometh the sweetest songs and most joyous of dreams.
Bring forth thy children in the blessed spirit of love and gentleness.
Be not warlike in your dealings with outsiders; negotiate the ways of
free trading through cooperation and sharing.
There is enough land, grain and livestock for everyone.
Be tolerant and fair; let tolerance guide the destiny of mankind.
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
It’s a revolt.
A revolution.
And in the name of God, they are building schools,
Delivering doctors, door to door.
They are conveying the message that people care,
And that no one is forgotten,
But,
Cameras are not allowed in some places.
People hoist burning American Flags which melt and,
Scar children with big brown eyes.
Women will not talk about this;
Allah is a man in uniform.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC