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ConnectHook Sep 2015

The dawn is nigh at hand. The clouds
begin to lift above the grange.
Arise, O Phoebus, bless the crowds –
let poultry roam the range.

I’ll bind a broom of gathered hay
to sweep the hen-house free of hate.
Let roosters hail the ***** of day
and chicks with ***** tempt fate.

A fractured self and a challenge hurled:
they left the shell – but found it rough
because our bigoted barnyard world
cannot get ***** enough fast enough.

They flutter through the *******’s farm
subverting gender’s useless role.
We feel their pain, and mean no harm –
yet question this progressive goal.

They cluck a brand-new barnyard song:
Gender Identity Obsolete!
(As long as they claim God hatched them wrong,
biology signals their defeat.)

While poultry scratches rhymes for “hen”
and chicks are combing crests for *****
let’s ring the dinner bell and then
we’ll synchronize the global clocks.

Let Mankind’s unmanned race delight
at Jesus’ gender-free return.
Soon Africa shall see the light
and Araby’s sun more brightly burn.

Then dawn shall break o’er Russian plains
to liberate the Tartar races;
loose their limbs from Gender’s chains
to stride with polymorphous paces.

China too, and Southeast Asia
swift shall follow in their train
celebrating ***-aphasia
joining in the West’s refrain.

Hindu multitudes will rise
to vanquish gender, caste aside
and shake the slumber from their eyes
with metro-ambisexual pride.

Carib isles, with Latin kingdoms
From the tropics to the mountains
Shall announce they too are Wisdom’s,
drinking from de-gendered fountains.

Juveniles, raised to simply be
shall pioneer new modes of life;
explore horizons happily
set free from biologic strife.

Then shall our earth, in glad array
***** dirt upon Tradition’s tomb;
unshackled from that dark dismay
to grieve – but nevermore exhume.

Alas, the global dreams descend.
We’re back in the barnyard, gender-*****…
where hens have ***** and eggshells bend
transcending Nature’s reign of fear.

The henhouse still votes hetero –
their eggless chickens cluck for rights
biologists, ex utero
are born to further futile flights.

(Because I was almost one of them
I’ve earned the right to make fun of them.
Time alone will tell if the trend
remains coherent to the end.
Lay no blame at her feet,
she of victory, torch of light.

Lay no blame at her feet,
an eagle soaring, trade her might!

Lay no blame at her feet,
for chaotic nations, destitute and plight.

Lay no blame at her feet,
the wicked crowned, wealth takes flight.

Lay no blame at her feet,
her majesty waning, her people benight.

Lay no blame at her feet,
'Taker of Blood;' red, blue, white.
Every firey avenue in Babylon
Looks the same from every view,
Where the shapes met an orange light,
That's where the strangers and I grew.

Did my shadow convince yours
Of our existence?
Do my many revolving doors
Offer you subsistence?
May the worn hills carry me
Or am I firmly bound?
Does morning come secretly
To see what night has found?

Drifting to an unknown place-
To see if you'd be there, I suppose-
In the glow, I found a new face
And a new set of curling toes.
I go before the daylight knows-
I go before the daylight knows.
This is a song I wrote last night. I've been feeling much better recently. I'm gonna have another poem out soon.
Johnny Noiπ Jul 2018
I know that girl told u
   her       name was Jezebel
but it's really Tiamat & she's a monster;
   I recognize her face from  
[Neo-Assyrian cylinder seal
                                           impressions from the eighth century BC        
                      identified by several sources
                      as a possible depiction of the slaying
                      of Tiamat from the Enûma Eliš
                      of               Ancient   Mesopotamian religion:
Chaos Monster & Sun God    [Primordial beings (        )]
                 Abzu & Tiamat.                     Lahmu & Lahamu
                                Anshar & Kishar                      Mummu
               The          Seven gods who decree the       
               Other major deities;
               Minor deities,  Demigods & heroes,    
               Spirits &    monsters             of the
                                        of                      ­Ancient Near Eastern religions
[Sumerian &            Babylonian
                   In the religion of ancient Babylon,  Tiamat
                  (Akkadian:AM.TUM, Greek: Θαλάττη Thaláttē)
                   is a primordial goddess of the salt sea,
             mating with Abzû, the god of fresh water,
             to produce the   younger gods.
                    She is the symbol of the chaos of primordial creation.
  She is referred to as a woman       described as the glistening one.
                                              It is suggested that there are two parts
          to the Tiamat mythos,                            in the first
          Tiamat is a creator goddess,
through a sacred marriage between salt and fresh water,
                peacefully creating the cosmos
                through successive generations;
                In the second Chaoskampf Tiamat
is considered the monstrous embodiment of primordial chaos;
           Some sources identify her with images
           of a sea serpent or dragon
        [The motif of Chaoskampf (German: [ˈkaːɔsˌkampf], "struggle against
               is ubiquitous in global                        myth & legend,
               depicting a battle of a culture hero deity
               with a chaos monster, often in the shape
                                       of a serpent or dragon or beautiful woman;
                                       the same term has
   also been extended to parallel concepts
   in the Middle East and North Africa, such
   as the abstract conflict of ideas in the Egyptian
duality of Maat and Isfet or the battle of Horus and Set

The origins of the Chaoskampf myth
most likely lie in the Proto-Indo-European religion
                                          whose descendants
almost all feature some variation of the story
of the storm god fighting the
      sea serpent; representing
                                           clash between the forces of order and chaos;
Early work by German academics
such as Gunkel and Bousset's                             comparative mythology
popularized translating the mythological
sea serpent as a "dragon."
Indo-European examples of this mythic trope
include Thor vs. Jörmungandr (Norse),
Tarḫunz vs. Illuyanka (Hittite),
Indra vs. Vritra (Vedic),
                                     Θraētaona vs. Aži Dahāka (Avestan);
Zeus vs. Typhon (Greek) among others; Non-Indo-European
examples of this trope are
Yahweh vs. Leviathan (Hebrew),
Susano'o vs. Yamata no Orochi (Japanese) &
Mwindo vs. Kirimu (African).

In the Enûma Elish, the Babylonian epic of creation,
she gives birth to the first generation of deities;
her husband, Apsu, correctly assuming
they are planning to **** him and usurp his throne,
makes war upon them and is killed. Enraged, she,
too, wars upon her husband's murderers,
         taking on the form
of a massive sea dragon; |
                     she is slain by Enki's son,
the storm-god Marduk, but not before
      she has brought forth the monsters
        of the Mesopotamian pantheon, including the first dragons,
whose bodies she fills              w/          "poison instead of blood" -
Marduk then forms the heavens and the earth from her quartered body.
Ken Pepiton Aug 2018
A pocket of thought, ideas.
Impulses, has beens

sorting places, thens and nows vying for attention

you see
we till stories in search of true tomorrows
not true
yesterdays (till, I said, not tell)
we **** the hard rows no one else will ***
so seed lies sown are never lies told, if the lies are never taught
or if the liars are caught before convincing the
intended crop to lie and swear a common liege Lord,
or die
for lack of knowing. Non-nascence, simplest
symptom to not see.
Whose death is yours to respond responsibly
to? My child's, or yourn?
In the early days, we knew less than we know now
about how knowing and growing were all
to cost time. Ticks, ono motto whatever, the sound
gears and spiral springs pushing cogs
tick, one tooth tick at atime make

this is rough, un polished, un glossed, is it wrong or

as I imagine a diamond in the rough must seem to a share cropper
experienced in diamond hunting, diamond prospecting,

prospecting expecting inspection to permit
seeing a 3.2 specific gravity,

species or spectacles,
spectators or special-if-eye-cation
value-en-abled. Weigh your mind in balance
with mine. I claim the mind of Christ.
What are the odds?

A wandering path, injoyable enable if-i-abble,
pacing is

everything, timing is everything, time is the test.

Time is the metagame.
Take your time. One word formed sylabble at a time.
Babble on, your confusion makes you mortal, to my mind.
A quanta of time. Does time come in bits and pieces cernible,
but undiscernible from reality?


Of course, time will tell. We learned that in our sleep, did we not?

Aesop taught us more than Moses, no,
Aesop taught us less than Moses.

But, we could learn to walk bearing the weight of knowing what
Aesop taught,
while we could not stand under the weight
Moses was said
to have taught.

Caught you, Jewboy. Whatchewknow?
The moral of the story.

THE IDEA is to win.
Beware the concision decision.
incisive devices, witty inventions.

Flip the shell, roll the bones, cast the runes and,
as luck might have it, die before your time.

Why factors are lies more oft than how factors.
Benefactors rule malefactors or
how or why would we invest our time in seeking reasons
to believe?

Is this the polished piece, the gemstone of specific gravity
(which currently means nothing to you. Here, you find too light
or too heavy, too weighty on the scale of specific value.)

Hard. Value hard, diamond hard, on Mr. Moore's scaled model of
Knowing exploding for reason's sake, raison d'etre, eh?
Too hard?
Not Mohr,
don't get me wrong.
We been Moore's law breaker all along.
We be manifested destinatory stories of heroes gone wrong.

knowing exploding to be reasoned with, by kind
children destined to become
written in stone, scarred by lies

Diamonds cutting diamonds, iron whetting iron
on eternity's edge.

Babylon, was it Bel's gate or fusion from below rising?

Magma fountains with diamond claws tearing the lands asunder
Is asunder still a word?, let me, allow me to define...
"into a position apart, separate,
into separate parts,"
mid-12c., contraction of Old English on sundran 
Middle English used to know asunder for
"distinguish, tell apart."
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A sunder mumbler's humbler PIE, bowing before the knowers who
know nothing of my work.
Set apart, art thou holy aware?

Hermit me, meet the rest of me. The true rest that remained.
We live, you and I. Trust me, next is worth the wait.

Suffer needs no pain to make its point. Waiting is.

Grokk. WHO would believe that idea could live
through telegraphese to be tweet meets for the
Cosplay clans. How never grokked a rock,  why even less.

Strange, not be long in this
place. if
place this be. Odd
set aside
torn asunder
blown away.
Awake, little birdie, tell me true,
what's a man like me to do?

Did you meet the famous Mr. Blake?
I cleaned his chimney, way back when, chimbly's whut
we called em. Smoke stacks belchin' black
makin' black moths invisible to voracious
Now the peppered moths are free
to be white-ish, for better or worse.


right, now, do right or

miss the mark,
the specific mark you made, maybe,
imagining, abstract obstructions missed
by the skin on Job's teeth as you run past

right now to more. You know?


Story telling was the same as lying when I was a child, to me.

Telling stories was my gift I never took. Or am I lying? or mad,
in the old way.
Chailot's rag picker was my best friend.

No noble thought ever found it's home in my head, once
I thunk it, it stunk to high heaven, for me stinkin' thinkin' it.

Po' ems sang sour to fiddles wit' one strang and drums with no
Screamin' he owed m' soul the comp'ny sto' bang bang thud.

I died, he lied, and lived to tell this story, ****** if I know,
****** if I don't.

True as true can be. I am lost, but once was found,
lyin' rough, uncut in acres of unseen gems.
Voltaire refused to teach me any thing I could not define:
late 14c., deffinen, diffinen, "to specify; to fix or establish authoritatively;" of words, phrases, etc., "state the signification of, explain what is meant by, describe in detail," from Old French defenir, definir "to finish, conclude, come to an end; bring to an end; define, determine with precision," and directly from Medieval Latin diffinire, definire, from Latin definire "to limit, determine, explain," from de "completely" (see de-) + finire "to bound, limit," from finis "boundary, end" (see finish (v.)). From c. 1400 as "determine, declare, or mark the limit of." Related: Defined; defining.

So, imagine facets unseen, I am at least a meme, a bubble rising on the tide. Think, as you will. Amen?
Incorporating radical (root-related) definitions via cut and paste is my way of acknowledging that I have no ex-uses left for using words in a wrong, thus lying, way.
Vexren4000 Jul 2018
Cause and effect,
The fabric of our world,
Bending to the whims of man,
A person in Rome,
A mother in Babylon,
A warrior in Norway
A time far from here,
Even now,
Impacts the life of their descendants,
By having lived at all .

Julian Oct 2016
Afflatus screams in mellifluous moonlight by a placid pond
Disturbed slightly by a miracle on ice deloused at a heavy price
Pantechnicons swarm as ghosts maraud around the outskirts of the forest
Suddenly the resurrected memories of renegades become conscientious
Angels swarm with fluttered wings invisible to the albatross of opprobrium
They concert themselves with chirpy dreams, itinerant crumples of amnesia creams
Marigolds are miracles at the most opportune time to be called a hysteria
Asserting the divinity of trinkets applauded that litter history with euphoria
Flinch my core, drunk on the travesty of stodgy moralism unfurled zero kelvin cold
But Salt Lake City towers above my contemplations and UFOs make themselves known
Every city this big is well in eternity and maternity very well known
Shelter not from husbandry, for Babylon is no longer idolatry
Stemwinders and poltroons with prisons crooned
Tyrannosaurus Rex still terrorizes aliens and humans alike on a stranded dark side of the moon
Pink is the ****** of Mayweather and Mayflower, so rigid in rock-a-by-baby tunes
Now is "Never" but TV time "When The Music’s Over" is Bang Bane rather than Boom
Hostage tickets of English hecklers proclaiming my royalty serenade the forest green
I hear their laments of the rumors ballyhoo obscene
Imagine a forest bright, trepidation of unlikely marauders of Viking spite
Spates of jinx own the tanks, sharks (jaws of these aliens in time "Thriller") evanesce as fluttered cameras blink
Marigolds are really miracles as euphoria that plangent has never been so bold
It owned the night and owed nothing of fright to hear aliens chirp ******* penetrated so tight
To hear the orchestra of God’s minions applaud my albatross receding in plight
The swiftest musketeer aims his gun at an AIMed pun
The renegade blackmail is the rut of a guttural wedding of a none and a nun
How sad that she waits, as a ragamuffin of eternal wraiths
That speak to her dreams specifically as a barnacle waif
Genius eludes the moment of sinking eternity and Van Gogh alpenglow
Cracked screens reap grime and grim preachers that reap what they sow
Accentuated stature of imposture clutters legends urbane with glowing silt
Rigmarole of laughingstock circus with the strangest 25-year old days of a dead man Wilt
It was the steward of a day too strange to forget
It was the Newark of a Jersey of Gretzky #99, a hard-won bet
Histrionic of history, an underappreciated music is a well-worn divinity
The best music ever is the best music of time-traveled complicity
Sadly lost on inferior ears is the plangent flow of sonorous pantheons
Lost on an island of good taste in a world that prizes prosaic mellow eons
Rather than delicate paeans with hummingbird simplicity
I resent how rare my taste is in an olfactory of waste
How rare a smell is that yegg harder to lambaste
Don’t gibber the jibe of jive-talking stalk
The scarecrow in Back to the Future is a ******* heckler hawk
Rarefied abduction of stolen keys of NYPD sprees
To drivel the wharf of piedmont rifts in Heaven’s eternal leaves
Time to step back from the sidewinder missive
Time to ***** the gravy epistle so dismissive
Non-linear experiments in time and memory crave recognition
Finally I learn that house arrest is a Home Alone good enough for a virtual reality prison
Now just off Fordbridge road lies a wall where Curry plants line up all in a row ,
their scent wafts past the walls and to the Church where like sung melody of coral song can be heardwhere Christ is Lord .

Did you see the robin red ******* capture ?
Did you see how it fluttered it’s tiny wings ?
One moment captured by walls of brick ,
and only an open window found this dear Robins rest .

What Babylon’s we seek .
What red walls we creep ,
Our prisons we like birds fly in to open windows .

Saddam Hussain looked out on Babylon’s ruines from his Palace
of opulent wealth ,

where black angels stalking darkness creep ,
the arrogance of evil lies
the envy of gold .
The night the moons light hid the pagans covered their eyes .
The hand of Gods
writing on the wall .
Wine filled goblets of gold ,pleasure , wealth and power to bestow
a feast of flesh for all .
Cut down with trembling fear ,
cut down as God is near ,
Cut down his arsenal to unfold .

Oh gates of Babylon of who Dio did sing and who’s gates opened wide.
who Alexander the Great
and Babylonian blood  could not hide  ,
the might of the Persian army ,
now lies crumbling in the dust .

Then my dear let no Babylon awake and tremble not that God alone
should take you’re fear .
For our secret love no one may tell ,
when we meet with beating hearts in our curry planted gardens of love .
Michael John Oct 2018
division is the topic
under discussion
one can never

be greedy enough
(babylon by bus*)
our heart a daisy

one to marvel at
on a busy highway
grown fat and pretty
through the tarmac..

nourished be our root
blue and wise the
the passing admire

our brief and filled
life of universal love
soon enough time up..!?
sway and dance..!

a great album by bob marley
zebra Jan 14
a future promise
a ******* like bundled gym socks
in stuffed blue jeans

a future threat
a shriveled phallus wrinkled obsolete

she remembered fondly
being beaten drum chatter
and seized like slow roasted
fall off the bone pulled pork
****** raggedy Ann
catapulted beyond Euboean heavens
ravaging scrotums Gordian ******
with her wild fiendish mouth
drinking a river of
haloed golden showers
spit and ****
in a runaway hot house of glistening pink
buttery spires
engorging her macerated orifices

half eaten radish
chocking on hordes
of big do do *****
a ****** face; cross eyed
Babylon abalone
bashed Ashly mashed
begging for
a face full of swinging *****
like caped chandeliers
trotting faint giggles
in a constellation
of ruptured arteries
and thick sparked ****

on her knees
milk glitter faced
scared with happiness
she counted one smiling bruise at a time

her badge of calamities
black and blue silhouettes
grinning invitations like party favors
without a crease of shame

her skin rapturous
spackled patchworks
bled like torrential fountains summer tide
while every body had  fizzy red ice phlebotomies
and steamed through her drooling tumble pie

**** ***** totem
house of winding labyrinths
honey pumped transfusion
flush on blush
opera of tangled limbs
red pulse wedding flowers
slick ***** palace
blood tongued orchard
caressing knotted mooned
**** spill
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
like a black-white current Queen; Queen,
Queen for several years for several days
to the left, the leaves, white and light are
maximum and a radio frequency reception 1;
Jesus Maria's dream to live in Colorado
as Carmen and the city grew, her gold and
she said to them: Because of the blood of
phosphorus, He took me a distance to
one of the trucks to go to the diseased women,
and choose a cloud sky while in a state
of free markets with some boys,     Armenian;
Six men in evacuation Americans say annual
aggression; And savoring the air in freezing
sub-zero in black hair and beard, and fully
in communion
with all the ice water; English is an excellent
Igor,  they will be the stars of the place of life,
or of Asia.  | Three Greeks walking on the air;
and the glory,          and the half of Babylon
a story has been a little brown;        Time has
focused on home,  Oh, Moses stands at the door
of the mirrors this year, and played as members
of the Performance playing as a lot of sites
that in addition to the patients to the disease
with the sound of the glass,    Alchemy kids do,
even in favor 100%
of eliminating the cut In the pictures window
into the garden; The cold treatment of the brain
morning France is a friend of stone
push him in his arms a young girl in Russian
Follows the game's game I say white
like a black-white current Queen; Queen,
Queen for many years and several days
to the left, the leaves, white and light
are maximum and a radio frequency
reception 1; Jesus Maria's dream to live
in Colorado, Carmen and the city grew,
her gold and she said to them:  Because
of the blood of phosphorus, He took me
away                        to one of the trucks
to go to the diseased women and choose
a cloudy sky; While in a state of free markets
will be some boys,
Armenian.       Six men in evacuation
Americans say the annual aggression
And savor the air of free zero black hair and beard,
and fully in communion with all ice water;
the Englishman is an excellent Igor,
they will be the stars of the place of life,    or of Asia,
Three Greeks walking on the air; and the glory,
and the half of Babylon a story has been
a little brown; Time has focused on home,
Oh, Moses stands at the door of the mirrors
this year, and played as members of the Performance
playing as a lot of sites that in addition
to the patients to the disease with the sound
of the glass, Alchemy kids do, even in favor of 100%
of eliminating the cut; In the pictures window
into the garden; The cold treatment of the brain
morning, France's friend of stone pushes him
into his arms;
a young girl in Russian follows the game's game;
I say the white white Queen is the current queen,
this year and for many years; Because the green
and white are the potential to leave the left,
the left and the radio frequency 1 and see
Jesus Maria's dream alive
Song in the United States;
Gold tells stories against them from the morning star,
which was taken far from ****, I just took my wife
and the sick woman; Cloud and as if the sky were to say
when in his free condition: Armenia and the release
of the men in the sixth, He was getting out of America;
Insurance, insurance,              and no water streams
black and white film is written,                 Igor
In England;                         can not be bad stars in Asia,
There are people who are walking in the air
about Babylon, and glory
in the service of surveys to be,          not to write a lady;
making a great power pack,
The glass is standing at the door
Taskers played on websites
if it fails, then glass; in glass,
so what the tastes of the
in the street of the kid I have promised:
and:white Queen is the current queen
year for many years; Because the green and white
are the potential to leave the left, the left
and the radio frequency 1 and see Jesus Maria's
dream alive Songs in the United States;
Gold tells stories against them from the morning
star,                        which was taken far from ****,
I just took my wife and sick woman up into the
   Cloud and sky where to say when,
       the  son is freed without conditions: Armenia
       and the release of the men of the Sixth
       He was getting out of America
Health insurance,       and no water streams
black and white film is written,        Igor
In England;  can not be bad stars in Asia,
There are people who are walking in the
air above Babylon that glory in the service
of surveys to be;
not to write a lady
takes a great power back;            The glass is standing
at the door; Taskers playing on websites,
and if it fails, then glass is                  |      glass,
so what is the taste of the woman
in the street,       mother of the kid I have promised to...
Ken Pepiton Nov 2018
Das Licht oder the Being

little 1 part in

How many?
How many parts are you part of
on the whole,
how many,

would you say, if you thought?
took thought or
take thought or
make thought? thinking

per se, the thing of thinging is
thinking first,

what if?
then, and so on

step 1. step 2. step 4.

the tree of actions
abstract syntax trees
confusing, mixing, merging, then

scatter to the four winds and their
all the families and tribes and nations and languages

to attain optimum genetic detergency by
sorting on the best to
survive the lie,
history hides behind,
Plato's Republican Lie to the Democratic mob,
the emperor's idea, the idea of empire,

the top-down empire that fell,
in the vision that satrap
in Babylon saw before
the writing on the wall.

We are with you always.
We are the poor in spirit.
You feel
No, then go feel good.
Good with light burden and easy yoke and poor,
but not
but not.

What quest must we take once more?
A request was offered in prayer,
an asking for a why to live.
The quest take as granted
for the asking
asking again

May I have some more money?
to repair my house and any
thing money can repair?

Say yes. amen.
Hegel, was it, da sein? One of the H philo s in the history of guessing, I guess.
RAJ NANDY Dec 2017
Dear Readers, to usher in the spirit of Christmas, I wish to
share with you the true Story of Jerusalem in Verse. Based on
Biblical chronology, and several articles about its Early History.
Though the three of our World’s greatest religions have a common
lineage, yet religious bickering and hatred continues to exist in
our present age! Let this Season of Christmas bring peace with
goodwill and love. Let us all pray together for a peaceful World!
If you like this true story, kindly recommend it to all your poet
friends to read this slice of History. Thanks, from Raj Nandy.

                         IN VERSE: By Raj Nandy
After reading my ‘Arab Contribution to Science’ and the
downfall of Islam’s Golden Age,
A friend had requested me to write about The Crusades.
Now the Mongol contribution was far greater towards
Islamic Empire’s downfall,
For though the First Crusade besieged the Holy City of
Jerusalem making it fall,
The subsequent Crusades to the Seljuk Turks lost all!
But before writing about the Nine Crusades proper,
To acquaint my readers with the historic city of
Jerusalem becomes my present endeavor.
For Jerusalem is sacred to the Jews, Christian, and the
Muslims alike,
As their holy relics and shrines are housed in that Old
City’s revered sites!
But prior to narrating the story of Old Jerusalem City,
Let me tell you briefly about its early history.
About the patriarch Abraham, whom God led to this
‘Promised Land’.
From where this true story of Jerusalem really began.

The city of Jerusalem was twice razed to the ground.
Besieged 23 times, attacked 52 times, captured and
recaptured 44 times, surprising as it all may sound!
In an era of idolatry and multiple gods, Abraham born*
in the ancient City of Ur,# believed in a single God!
(1800 BC)
So God was pleased and in a covenant with Patriarch
Blessed him to become the ‘Father of Many Nations’
in a distant ‘Promised Land’!
Thus Abraham with his wife Sarah and nephew Lot,
Entered the Land of Canaan as promised by God.
But when a famine ravaged the Land of Canaan,
Abraham had moved onto Egypt on his own!
Having suffered there for some ungodly acts, his
return to the Land of Canaan remains a historical fact.
Through Abraham and Sarah’s Egyptian maid Hagar, -
his son Ishmael was born.
From Ishmael descended the ‘Ishmaelites’, to
become the Twelve Arab Tribes later on!
Next, with the blessings of the Lord, to Abraham
and Sarah son Isaac was born.
Isaac’s son Jacob fathered the Twelve Jewish Tribes,
Who became collectively known as the ‘Israelites’.
From the ‘Tribe of Benjamin’ came King Saul, the
first King of united Israel rising tall.
From the ‘Tribe of Judah’ King David, Solomon, and
several Kings of Judah did rise;
As proud forefathers of the Messiah Jesus Christ!
Thus in Judaism both the Arabs and the Christians
find a common lineage;
Yet unfortunately bitter differences continue to
exist even in our present age!
NOTES: Canaan was the ancient name of a large & prosperous
country (at times independent, at others a territory to Egypt),
which roughly corresponds to present day Lebanon, Syria, Jordan, and Israel. Canaan
was also known as ‘Phoenicia’ between 3200 BC & 539 BC. # Ur = an important
Sumerian city-state in ancient Mesopotamia.

Jerusalem has been hailed by many names,
Gets mentioned as ‘Rushalium’ in an ancient
Egyptian text!  (2000 BC)
Also as Salem, Moriah, Jebus and Zion, this capital city
of the Israelites had been known.
Jerusalem as the remnant town of Salem, is also
mentioned in the ‘Book of Joshua’ Chapter Ten.
It was earlier a Jebusite City, which was conquered by  
King David around 1003 BC;
When David shifted his capital to Jerusalem from Hebron.
In Jerusalem he kept the Holy Ark in a sacred Tabernacle,
For which his son King Solomon had built the First Great
This Sacred Ark contained the ‘Ten Commandments’,
Which accompanied the Israelites during their 40 years
of desert wandering with Moses, as their guidance!
But since majority of the tribes were hesitant to fight the
Canaanites for their ‘Promised Land’,
God blessed Joshua, the successor of Moses, to lead the
Tribes to their ‘Promised Land’.
NOTE: Jebusite was one of the ancient Canaanite tribes, conquered by
King David.

Now cutting across several centuries of its dynamic
history, let me continue with Jerusalem’s Story.
The death of King Solomon (931 BC) ended Israel’s
‘Golden Age’,
And this united Kingdom of Israel was split into
Northern and Southern states.
Ten Tribes formed the Northern Kingdom of Israel
with its capital at Samaria;
While Jerusalem became the capital of the Southern
half called Judea.
In unity lies strength, and in division further dissention;
This kingdom of King David and Solomon now becomes
prey to several foreign invasions!
Jerusalem gets attacked by the Egyptians, Assyrians,
Babylonians, Persians, and those imperial Romans, who
had initially built but later destroyed the Second
Jewish Temple!
The cruel King Herod, Judea’s Roman Protector,
Though of unstable mind, was a great builder!
‘The Wailing Wall’ and most of the ruins visible today,
Were built by the despot Herod as Archeologists say!
King Herod enlarged the Temple Mount with a massive
retaining wall around it.
Renovated the Second Temple which finally acquired  
his name!
But in 70 AD the Roman Emperor Titus, razed this
Second Temple to the ground, as Historians inform us!
Jerusalem had some peace under the Christian Byzantine
Emperor Constantine,
Who upheld Christianity, and his mother Helena inspired
the building of many hallowed shrines;
Only to be occupied by the Seljuk Turks later, who
desecrated those shrines!
Till the First Crusade in 1099 captured Jerusalem, to
provide eighty eight years of respite.
Next in 1187 the Seljuk Turk Saladin conquered Jerusalem;
When a peace treaty with Richard ‘The Lion Heart’ allowed
the visit of its ‘Holy Shrines’ by the Christians.
The British captured Jerusalem from the Ottoman Turks
in Nineteen hundred and seventeen;
And in 1948 the State of Israel was born, realizing
Abraham’s dream!
But surrounded by hostile enemies on all sides, Israel
had to fight continuously for its survival as a Nation;
And now I pause to pay my humble tribute to those
valiant Israelites with salutation!

Nestled on the hollow of the hills of Judea this city
spreads out on a plateau 800 meters above the sea.
With its Dome shining in the sun, dominating  some five
thousand years of history!
The City stretches 0.9 square kilometers surrounded by
retaining walls between 16 to 46 feet in height.
Which includes more than 200 monuments and sacred
Until the 1860s the Old City had represented entire
Jerusalem collectively.
But later under the initiative of the British, settlements
outside its wall began confidently.
During 1946 when Israel declared its Independence,
The ‘old city’ remained under the control of the Jordanians;
Only to be liberated during the Six Day’s War in 1967!

The walls around the Old City stretch for 4.5 kilometers,
With its height varying between five to sixteen meters.
It has 43 surveillance towers and eleven gates.
However, only seven gates remain open as on date.
The current wall was built in 1538 by Sultan Suleiman
the Magnificent.
On the southern side of this wall is the Zion Gate, leading
to the Armenian Quarters overlooking Mount Zion outside;
Where lies King David’s tomb, a Holy Site.
The Dung Gate leads to the Jewish Quarters from the south;
And the way to Al-Aksa Mosque inside the Temple Mount.
The Jaffa or the Main Gate is on the west, with its famous
Citadel and the ‘Tower of David’ built by King Herod.
This gate leads to the Christian Quarters inside, while the
road goes to the port of Jaffa outside.
A New Gate was also built further up on the north-western
side,    (in1898)
For entry of the German Emperor William the Second,
through the Christian side!
The Damascus Gate in the middle of the Northern Wall
was the largest and the most heavily defended Gate.
Where excavations have revealed an old ‘Roman Gate’
beneath it.
Through this Gate had entered the Holy Crusade!
Further east on the northern wall is the ‘Herod’s Gate’,
Leading to the Muslim Quarters and the ‘Souk’, – the
Arab markets.
On the East is the Lions Gate, with carved figure of
lions on the gate’s crest;
Both for the Christian and the Jews this gate has a
special significance!
For this gate marks the walk ‘Via Dolorosa’, the path
taken by Jesus from the Garden of Gethsemane to
his Crucifixion Site,
Where stands the Church of Holy Sepulcher built by
the Emperor Constantine.
In 1967 the Israeli 55th Para Brigade entered through this
‘Lions Gate’, after a hand-to-hand fight with the Jordanians.
When they hoisted the Star of David on the Temple Mount  
to reclaim Jerusalem!
Jerusalem was declared as their Capital City,
Concluding a chapter of its turbulent History!

Since the time of the Crusades Jerusalem has remained
traditionally divided into Jewish, Christian, Muslim, and
Armenian sections;
Each with its sacred Synagogues, Churches, and Mosques,
defying the City’s unification!
Yet amidst the gong of church bells, the call of Muezzin,
and recitation of the Torah,
Old Jerusalem reverberates with a unique religious

‘The Wailing Wall’ is the more popular name for that part
of Western Wall built by King Herod during 19 BC,
Around the Second Jewish Temple which he renovated,
for the world to see!
Today only 167 feet of this exposed ‘Wall’ remains,
which is 62 feet high.
As a solitary witness to that once glorious past, which
evokes a deep sighs!
It is the holiest of Jewish shrines today where they
To pray in front of this Sacred Wall and to loudly lament,
The loss of their Great Temple which was once made!
Inside the cracks in the wall many folded papers can be
Coating their petitions to God with prayers from within!

The Temple Mount is perhaps the oldest of all shrines.
Sacred to both the Christians and the Muslims alike!
For here on a rock alter Abraham had bound his son
Ready to sacrifice him when the Lord put him to a test!
Here King Solomon had built the First Jewish Temple;
Which during 587 BC, was destroyed by the King of
The King also took the Jews into captivity lasting nearly
seventy long years;
And Psalm 137 tells us how the Jews remembering Zion
on the banks of River of Babylon, - shed their tears!
That old song by ‘Bonny M’, now rings in my ears!
This was also the site of the Second Temple destroyed
by the Romans.
Who renamed Jerusalem as ‘Aelia Capitolina’, making
the City pagan!
Al-Aqsa Mosque or ‘The Farthest Mosque’, located on the
Mount, was completed around 705 AD they say.
Has been claimed by the Muslims as the site where their
Prophet traveled ‘during the night’ from Mecca to pray;
And from where angle Gabriel accompanied him to
Heaven or ‘Jannat,’ - all the way!
So they constructed the ‘Dome of The Rock’ to mark
this ascension;
Which around 691 AD saw its completion.
The Golden Gate on the east leading to the Temple Mount,
Was sealed by the Muslims during Sixth Century following
their fears and doubts.
For the Jew’s claim their Messiah will enter through this
Golden Gate one day.
Which unnerved the Muslims whatever one may say.
So outside this sealed gate they also built a cemetery;
Let future events gradually unfold in Jerusalem’s Story!

Now dear readers I conclude this narration, with some
food for thought and contemplation.
‘Jerusalem’ is mentioned in the Jewish Bible 669 times,
and 154 times as ‘Zion’. (‘Land of Israel’)
In the Christian Bible it is mentioned 161 times; but not
once in the Hindu ‘Gita’, the Buddhist Scriptures, or in
the Muslim Koran;
Not forgetting the fact that God is Supreme and One!
The Koran speaks only of “The Furthest Mosque” where  
the Prophet went to pray,
From Mecca we know Holy Medina comes on the way.*
(please see notes below)
The Holy Bible is also a record of Early Civilizations ,
Supported by Archaeological finds, carbon dating, and
countless excavations.
The Jewish claim to the ‘Land of Canaan’ is more than
3000 years old;
And Israel today occupies 75% of that historic piece of
land we know and have been told!
The Old City in 1981 has been declared as UNESCO’s
Heritage Site.
Let the ‘Spirit of Humanity’ overtake all religious divide!
It is true that History has evolved from the Myths and
Legends of the past.
But it is for us to separate the wheat from the chaff.
I have done adequate research of this Ancient History.
Now I leave it to You my Readers for drawing your own conclusions after reading this true Story!
Thank you readers for reading patiently,
From Raj Nandy of New Delhi .
*** Dear Readers, I have pointed out in the concluding portion that as per all available evidence, claim of the Holy Kaaba on the Temple Mount by the Muslims is not supported by the true History of Jerusalem!
RAJ NANDY Jul 2018
Dear Readers, concept of Time has bewildered our ancient sages, philosophers, poets, artists,  including our famous scientists and physicists even to this day. It has no doubt also impacted my    
mind in several ways! Therefore, this series about the ‘Enigma of Time In Verse’ is now being composed and posted to share my thoughts with my Poet friends on this Site. If you like it kindly re-post this poem. Thanking You, - Raj Nandy from New Delhi.

                           BY RAJ NANDY

                 A  SHORT  INTRODUCTION

During my childhood days, time appeared to be joyful and endless.
Though my parents had observed the clock all the while,
Telling me when to rise, when to eat, play, do my homework, -
till it was my bed time.
Alas, my childhood days as cherished memories are now left behind.
With rest of the world  I am now chasing that winged arrow of Time!

Those Management Gurus say, that our twenty four hours day,
Is time enough for those who can manage time from day to day.
Yet I do find, that I am generally chasing time, not to be left behind!
Hoping that a full time job will provide, some quality time, with the desired comforts of life.
Therefore, I abide my time, hoping to have the time of my life one day, with some quality time coming my way.
But in this mad race against time, while chasing that butterfly of happiness,
I must learn to cool down and breathe, before time decides to elude me!
For with patience and perseverance, that butterfly of happiness, will alight gently on my shoulder in good time, and perhaps at
the right time!
While time is universally regarded as the fourth dimension by our physicists,
It is said to flow at different rates for different individuals as mentioned by Shakespeare the English dramatist.


In ‘As You Like It’ Act 3, Shakespeare refers to ‘the swift steps’ and the ‘lazy foot’of time  in a relativistic way.
Time ‘trots’ for a young woman between her engagement and marriage when a week feels like seven years for her every day!
Time ‘ambles’ for a priest who doesn’t know Latin and a rich man without gout;
Since the priest is spared the burden of exhausting study, and the rich man is spared the burden of exhausting poverty - no doubt.
But time ‘gallops’ for a thief walking to the gallows, for even if he walks slowly, he happens to gets there too soon!
While time ‘stands still’ for lawyers on vacation, since he sleeps his holidays away!

Now moving forward to Einstein who once described his ‘Theory of Relativity’ very humorously in the following way; -
“When you sit with a nice girl for two hours you think it’s only a minute, but when you sit on a hot stove for a minute, you think it’s two hours,” he had said with a chuckle!

Getting back to Shakespeare’s ‘Macbeth’ Act One on that blasted heath,
Macbeth asks the three witches, “If you can look into the seeds of Time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear…”
And finally that brilliant piece of soliloquy about Time by Macbeth in Act 5:
“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
  Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
  To the last syllable of recorded time,
  And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
  The way to dusty death….”

John Milton’s poem ‘On Time’ composed in 1930 ends with his optimistic lines:
“Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
  Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
  Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace …..
  When once our heavenly-guided soul shall clime,
  Then all this Earthly grossness quit,
  Attired with Stars, we shall forever sit
  Triumphing over Death and Chance, and thee O Time.”

Alexander Pope in his ‘Imitations of Horace’ (1738) writes:
“Years following years steal something every day,
  At last they steal us from ourselves away.”
Romantic poets have dealt with the transience of time, which got popularised by the Latin phrase ‘Carpe diem’ which tells us to ‘seize the day’;
This Latin phrase has been borrowed from the Roman lyrical poet Horace of ancient days.

Charles Dickens’ novel ‘Hard Times’ is an autobiography describing his difficult childhood days.
While the famous opening lines of his historical novel ‘A Tale of Two Cites’ take us back to 18th century London and Paris under times sway.
I quote Dickens’ memorable opening lines:
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us ......”

We have the Nobel Laureate Tagore’s well known poetic lines on the subject of Time:
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of leaf.”
He described the Taj Mahal as “a tear drop on the cheek of Time,” in his unique poetic style!

TS Eliot’s ‘Four Quarters’ of 1935,  include extended rumination on the nature of Time:
“Time present and time past,
  Are both perhaps present in time future.
  And time future contained in time past.
  If all time is eternally present,
  All time is unredeemable.
  What might have been is an abstraction
  Remaining a perpetual possibility,
  Only in a world of speculation….”
(Notes: This concept will become clearer in my Part Two, presently under construction.)

Next I have a quote from WH Auden’s poem ‘As I Walked Out One Evening’composed in 1937:
“But all the clocks in the city
  Began to whirr and chime:
  O let not Time deceive you.
  You cannot conquer Time.”

Subject of Time forms an important part of science fiction even to this day.
HG Well’s ‘The Time Machine’ (1895) interests both the layman and the Scientific community even today!
Finally, I would like to conclude my Part One on ‘The Enigma of Time in Verse’ with my favourite poem composed by the British poet Ralph Hodgson:
TIME, you old gipsy man,
  Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
  Just for one day?
All things I'll give you
Will you be my guest,
Bells for your jennet
Of silver the best,
Goldsmiths shall beat you
A great golden ring,
Peacocks shall bow to you,
Little boys sing,
Oh, and sweet girls will
Festoon you with may.
Time, you old gipsy,
Why hasten away?
Last week in Babylon,
Last night in Rome,
Morning, and in the crush
Under Paul's dome;
Under Paul's dial
You tighten your rein—
Only a moment,
And off once again;
Off to some city
Now blind in the ****,
Off to another
Ere that's in the tomb.
Time, you old gipsy man,
  Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
  Just for one day.

In Part Two I shall cover the Concepts of Time along with its Philosophical speculations.
Before moving on to Einstein’s concept of Time, and its present Scientific interpretations.
Thanks for reading patiently, from Raj Nandy of New Delhi.
Michael John Sep 2018

today we dress as cowboys
and the ladies look charming
but still is there justice
you are asking..

well,arn´t you the party poopers
up there is the moon
blow it  a kiss
and down babylon..!


do i sneak around and steal
from you

do i sneak around and spy
on you

so what do i want..
you ask of me
i don´t know..


well lily i think
that is just you
being paranoid
**** is this that
kind of world..
you scary cat
steal from you
spy on you
a kafka void
we must look
to what we
know as true..


well i am not
here to hold
******* hand
i thought you

no, this is war-
long periods
of boredom

with inexplicable
fear and
emotion turned  

on a sixpence..
we can´ t be
together and
we can´ t be alone..

that´ s true
so,we drink
smoke marijuana
and have ***..

isn´t war ****..?
Ken Pepiton Nov 2018
Wait is the word
sensed, is, perhaps, the better way to say
wait is the thought

the sign, signal initial init,
to wit,

you, you wit this by your wittiness, as you
you could crawl from the cave

Imagine it were you, bred and fed in dark,
flicker lit shadows on the rocks

name them, name these things you see in
flicker lit shadows on the rocks

Send the hunters now to find them, gift them
fire to see their way,
good light,
gluck, gut gluck

Between the rivers of Babylon, we wept
not for the city, but
for the peace.

Words with out, out with words,
mean meant words, anger, hate

what thought is this in this word hate,
evil, in a word.
taste and see, sweet. Venge again,
love it, love it love it

safe, senseless, sleep. Wait.

Waiting is, suffer it to be so.
waiting brings no pain,
waiting is watching

Time is spent
deceipitic deception revere

the be guiled named the beguiler
**** is imagined

Satan, the Great Shatan, the deceiver,
the poets who prospered
while lying

and adding lies to the canon included
in the fruit of the tree of knowledge

The unconscienced demi-urge, oh Jah,
in a word
hmmmm in Polynesian POV

Imaginary hells work, why then,
should no trials imagining
heaven work as well?

The old man at the back, raises one digit,
he bids us wait, and
slowly rises

full height, he is not bent with care,
flicted with spotty doubt nor
wavering aim.

You, also know,
Christ had no mythology.

you know that. You know that.
you know
absolute knowledge

you trust that's known, right.
you trust that's known right.

No, you don't.
I do.

You must wait to prove me wrong.
watch and see.
All these are trials, samples in Costco, take some home and bake them or eat them raw one after another, as free as you dare careless to be, tru res
"You're too young to know about things of this sort.
"You need to, in such a storm, find a safe port.
"You need to listen, child," the wise old man said.
And in part, he was right; that fills me with dread.
Babylon lied; she set us up.
She offered a sweet-tasting, poisonous cup.
I stood in her way, the spotlight I stole,
And she couldn't cut deep, so she swallowed me whole.
I so want to hate her; it fills me with spite.
The old man saw through her. The old man was right.
Then I stop for a moment and marvel at you,
And wonder that somehow you love me too.
You don't wish on a star and expect a reply,
But that's what you've promised till the day I die.
And I laugh to myself. How ironic it seems
That Babylon's trap answered all of my dreams.
If I hadn't trusted that treacherous snake,
Our souls would have passed, cheating out fate.
So I laugh at the old man, and say to him, "Child -
"My body is young. My soul? She is wild.
"She's lived many lifetimes, she's far from a babe.
"And of the same stardust our two souls are made.
"Someday you will understand." My face is aglow,
For my future is set, my path I well know.
It's always been you since the stars were newborn.
Our souls are ancient, though our faces unworn.
So I thank Babylon for attempting a slaughter,
And I kiss the old man's face. I'm his wayward daughter.
I've made many mistakes, but this still is true:
I count them all blessings. They all gave me you.
For my supernova.
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
white and white to black as one
of the current Queens; Queen, Queen
for many years and for several days
green and white has the potential to left,
left, and a clock radio reception 1:
Jesus Maria's dream to live in the United
States grew into a song; Gold and tell them
that the blood phosphorus, we have seen
is far from ****, and I picked up my
wife going, and diseases among women,
and the cloud to choose the sky to say
when the situation will be free of products
named for children from Armenia and the
abduction of the men at the sixth
annual furious Americans recommend
better smelling wind and rivers of free
ice water with black hair and a full beard,
Igor's best written in English
will not be a bad life as stars of Asia,
three Greeks walking on air,
and the glory of Babylon and a medium
brown little ****;  often focused on building
a glass lady standing at the gate
of last year, have played as Performance members
of a website that sounds very much
of a glass flux to conduct that falls outside the kids;
kids don't  Alchemy, although 100% in favor
of a means of eliminating the cut
of a window garden in the image
of the brain to treat the cold of the morning,
from the friend of Jesus is the stone of the Gallic
putting him forward, into the arms
of a ******, the daughter of the Russian
cat goes to school,
I will do it too; white and white in black as one
of Queen's Queen's current years for many years
for green and white days has the potential
to leave poverty, poverty, and a radio frequency
watch of 1: Jesus Maria's dream to live
in the United States grew into a song;
Gold tells them that the morning star,
which has been caught far away from ****,
and that I have taken as my wife, and women's illnesses,
and the clouds to choose the sky to say when
the free condition of the children from Armenia
and the release of the men in the sixth year
of the Americans who have complained
of health insurance costs and waterless rivers
with the black and white films of Igor written
in English; it will not be bad to be stars in Asia,
the Three nations that walk in the air,
and to the glory of Babylon and the almost
unbalanced ambition to build a lady made
of glass to standing at the gate of last year,
having played Taskers on a website
that tastes of glass; glass to make that fall
to the street of the kid,
kids reading Alchemy, 100% percentage
of them in favor of finding a way
to cut open the gardener's window
to a picture of the brain
to take care of winter temperatures,
from Jesus' friend in the Gallic stone
that he carried forward to place in the hands
of a ******, Russian girlfriends in school,
I will do white and white to black as one
of the Queen's
of the Queen's run for many years
for the green and white,
has the potential to be on the right,
left, and the clock frequency 1:
Jesus Maria's dream to live in the United States
increases the strain; It is said that money
is phosphorus, and away from ****
and about 1 my wife,
and the patients were women,                 coming with the clouds of heaven,
with a free condition so that the child
of Armenia,                              in the sixth year of the release of the people
with health insurance;
Americans complain and for good reason,
or the river is black and Igor has written
in English,            not a bad start in Asia
and three on the air, and to the glory
of the Babylon nations about the middle
of the mirror-lady standing at the gate
to build in sports glass-taskers' crystal
webs which case the kid goats' outside;
Alchemy 100% percent so lucky as to
cut off a window with a picture of the
garden to take care of the brain's winter
temperatures, Jesus' friend in France
and stone forwarded you the hand
of a young woman,
   | |  |      Russian 1 and going to school
Matt Jul 2018
Run to Jesus Christ of Nazareth
For He loves you

It’s not too late
For you Christians
Who live in sin
And are unrepentant

For the Christian
Who is  lukewarm
These are the end of days

Massive earthquakes
Are coming

To the east coast
And the west coast
Massive tsunamis
As well

Repent repent
Turn to Jesus Christ of Nazareth
You do not want to end up in ****

Large judgements are coming
To the ***** of Babylon
The sins of this nation
Have reached the Holy One of Israel
Jesus Christ of Nazareth

I pray that those lukewarm Christians
Will repent and seek the Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth
When they see the judgements
Of the Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth

The ***** of Babylon America
Will eventually be destroyed in one hour

Obama will be back as leader
Of the global government
As the antichrist
Do not take the mark of the beast
Or bow down to the image of the beast

Jesus Christ of Nazareth
Is Lord of Lords and King of Kings
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dipped in aptitude
swift sure masseuses
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They want me to subscribe
seek to prescribe
me Their prognosis of capitalism
content only when
I approve Their content

Her prophetess grace
unravels unlaces
Their societal disgraces
chastises the beasts
of Babylon with a wrist flick

I hear freedom ring
as Her fingers sing
cajole the oppressed
voices before drowned, now
staccato into stiletto
her tryst with strings
Joy their union brings
Her ac-cello-batic
prowess shrining springs
loose raven’s wings
each note a miracle brings
into world new hope
Subscribe? NOPE!!!
for Alanna, a comment on her final recital
Johnny Noiπ Mar 11
There is no church in Iran.
Jososos Sea Sail and Kiss,
Iran, Old and New English,
because I have not read
this book. In short, we
appreciate it in the area
we created. As these are
different from their residence.
Confirmation of Mount Urquaria
in this word. Slate to the area.
It represents white temples.
Conflict Resolution. The pyramids
of the pyramids are a statue
of an image created, the ancient
district of Interfactum of Babylon,
unusually in the Babylon district:
a magnificent structure from the fate
of the holidays, landlords, monuments
and magic science, Jamaica, Babylon
and Imago. Bright, does not work.
Archaeology with a radius of 10 meters
[9 mm] The colors are different colors.
Play games! Pale, and the idea of ​​the world?
The page should create a design.
This pavement is designed to make
a Latina bride. I'm at the point of delivery.
"World Leader of the World, The first
millennium building, the doctrine
of conscience, nurseries, monasteries
and other major academies.
"But the stock market has
the smallest form of the Atlantic Ocean
in the Atlantic Ocean, and the smaller
form of lime lime lime lime and imagine
many colors. The security and tragedy
of the human chariot, and the father
of Ethiopia and the saddest man,
the fat man and the father. Contact
the ECB with the Eagle. Out kids.
In the orange month. Temple in the sea.
He said, "You're connected, you, I love you
Some people do not write it and have it
checked." Apart from winning? Trista
Christie Black and White. Talking
about Greece and losing weight. Gray gray.

Zambia is the term of the Iranian plot.
Later in Japan, air lovers of Iran;
This is the source code. You are miles
away from the third day of the day.
Full process: Read the company.
The ****** is located outside
and goes away. The uniqueness
of Zen; White and white horse
is a big eagle, it is not common
sense. Uganda, Old Sugar. White
created a large area. I'll always give
you. Your wallet is more than the
money they bought. whole Their
rule on the other side of Brahman;
The Earth is connected to Earth.
It's Kiribat Bell. This is a study
of simple simple monks. Earth,
heaven and earth. Multiple windows
Big and big. Grass in Macedonia.
 During the disease, more than 90
minutes [10 minutes]. The archaeological
head is open. And found A beautiful
model is relaxed. Who is the recipient?
Release Color. Children made pages
Document used. Smooth line (nozzle).
At the same time, Sahajarajara.

Tate's hearing
The stock market is just finished.
The first show. 13 deaths.
Over a thousand years.
It's around. The old German is built
Ethiopia from India
Some of it is hungry nuts.
Akemi Jan 4
The Ache is leaving. Three years languished by dead end jobs, drugs and friends. Last week above a bagel store, the sun morphs mute amidst travelling clouds, indifferent fluctuations of light on an otherwise featureless day.

You arrive a tight knot of anxieties over a moment in time that could only have arrived after its departure. The Ache welcomes you into their sparse interior. You trace last month’s 21st across the black mould complex; navigate piles of stacked boxes, unsure if anything is inside of them.

“I always make the best friends in departure,” the Ache says, flipping a plushy up and down by the waist.

“Maybe you can only love that which is already lost,” you reply, with an insight a friend will give you a week later.

The acid tastes bitter under your tongue. Small marks your body bursting, a glowing radiance of interconnections you’d always had but only now begun to feel. The Ache follows suit and you sit on the couch together to watch .hack//Legend of the Twilight. The come up entangles you in the spectacle; the screaming boy protagonist, the chipped tooth gag, the moe sister in need of saving from the liminal space of dead code. You take part in it; you revel in it. Bodies morph on the surface of the screen in hyperflat obscenity, their parts interchangeable to the affect of the drama. Faces invert, break and disfigure, before reformation into the self-same identity form.

A month earlier, you’d hosted a house show at your flat. Too anxious to perform you’d dropped a tab as you’ve done now. An overbearing sensation of too-much-ness — of sickening reality — washed through the nexus of your being. You writhed on the ground screaming into a microphone as a cacophony of sounds roiled through you. Everyone cheered.

The floor rose later that night. A damp, disgusting intensity that triggered contractions in your throat and chest. Pulled to the ground, you fought off your bandmate’s advances, too shocked to express your revulsion and horror, to react accordingly, to reconstitute a border of consensual sociality. You broke free and slurred “I’m no one’s! I’m no one’s!” before running out of the room. Hours later, you tried to comfort them. Weeks later, you realised how ******* ******* that had been. Months later, you learnt their friend had committed suicide days before the show.

Back in the lounge, a prince rides onto the screen on a pig. You turn to the Ache and say “This is ******* awful.”

The Ache responds “I know right?”

Outside the world burns blue with lustre. The Ache trails you and falls onto their stomach. “Oh my god,” the Ache blurts, “this is why I love acid. Everything just feels right.” They gaze wistfully at the grasses and flowers before them; catch a whiff of asphalt and nectar, intermingled. “Like, gender isn’t even a thing, you know? Just properties condensed into a legible sign to be disciplined by heteronormative governmentality.”

“Properties! Properties!” You chant, stomping around the Ache with your arms stretched out. You wave them in the air like windmills. You bare your teeth. “Properties! Properties!”

“You know what I mean, right?” The Ache asks, pointedly. “You know what I mean?”

You continue chanting “Properties!” for another minute or two, before spotting a slug on a blade of grass beneath your feet. You fall to your knees and gasp “It’s a slug!”

You and the Ache stare at the tiny referent for an indefinite period of time, absorbed in its glistening moistures. Eventually, the Ache says “I think it’s actually a snail.”

You used to read postmodern novels on acid. You loved their exploration of hyperreality; their dissection of culture as a system of meaning that arises out of our collective, desperate attempts to overcome the indifference of facticity. Read symptomatically, culture does not reveal unseen depths in the world, but rather, constitutes shallow networks of sprawling complexity — truth effects — illusions of mastery over an, otherwise, undifferentiated and senseless becoming.

Then one day, the world overwhelmed you. Down the hall, your flatmates sounded an eternal return. As they spoke in joyous abandon you traced the lines from their mouths — found their origin in idiot artefacts of Hollywood Babylon. The joy of abstraction you once relished in your books took on an all too direct horror. You recoiled. You bound your lips in hysteria, for fear of becoming another repeating machine of an all too present culture industry. Better dumb than banal — better to say nothing at all, than everything that already was and would ever be. You cried and cried until everyone left — until you were alone with your silence and your tears and your nonexistent originality.

Dusk falls in violet streaks. You reach your room on the second floor of the building, open the bedside window and stick your legs out into a cool breeze. The Ache joins you. Danny Burton, the local MP, arrives in his van, his smiling bald face plastered on its side like an uncanny double enclosing its original.

“Hey look, it’s Danny Burton, the local MP.” Danny Burton turns his head. He glares at your dangling feet for a few seconds before entering his house. “You know, this is the first time in three years he’s looked at me and it’s at the peak of my degeneracy.” You turn to the Ache. “One of my favourite past times is watching him wander around the house at night, ******* and unsure of himself. He always goes to check on his BBQ.” You bounce on the bed in mania.

“See this is what people do, right?” the Ache says, mirroring your excitement. “Like, look at that lady walking her dog.” The Ache motions, with a cruel glint in their eyes, to the passerby on the fast dimming street. “What do you think she gets out of that? Doing that every night?” Without waiting for you to respond, the Ache answers, in a low, sarcastic tone “I guess she gets enjoyment. Doing her thing. Like everyone else.” The lady and the dog disappear beyond the curve of the road. Another pair soon arrives, taking the same path as the one before.

A few months back, you’d met an old friend at an exhibition on intersectional feminism. After the perfunctory art, wine and grapes, she drove you home, back to your run down flat in an otherwise bourgeois neighbourhood. She sat silent as the sun set before the dashboard, then asked how anyone could live like this; how anyone could stand driving out of their perfect suburban home, at the same time every morning, to work the same shift every day, for the rest of their ****** life. The dull ache of routine; the slow, boring death. You said nothing. You said nothing because you agreed with her.

“Life began as self-replicating information molecules,” you reply, obliquely. “Catalysis on superheated clay pockets. Repetition out of an attempt to bind the excess of radiant light.”

It is dark now; a formless hollow, pitted with harsh yellow lamps of varying, distant sizes. The Ache flips onto their stomach and scoffs “What’s that? We’re all in this pointless repetition together?”

You respond, cautiously “I just don’t think that being smart is any better than being ******; that our disavowed repetitions are any worthier than anyone else’s.”

The Ache returns your gaze with an intensity you’ve never seen before. “Did I say being smart was any better? Did I say that? Being smart is part of the issue. There is no trajectory that doesn’t become a habitual refrain. When you can do anything, everything becomes rote, effortless and pointless.

“But don’t act as if there’s no difference between us and these ******* idiots,” the Ache spits, motioning into the blackness beyond your frame. “I knew this one guy, this complete and utter ****. We went to a café, and he wouldn’t stop talking about the waitress, about how hot she was, how he wanted to **** her, while she was in earshot, because, I don’t know, he thought that would get him laid.

“Then we went for a drive and he failed a ******* u-turn. He just drove back and forth, over and again. A dead, automatic weight. A car came from the other lane, towards us, and waited for him to finish, but he stopped in the middle of the street and started yelling, saying **** like, ‘what does this ******* want?’ He got out of his car, out of his idiot u-turn, and tried to start a fight with the other driver — you know, the one who’d waited silently for him to finish.”

You don’t attempt a rebuttal; you don’t want to negate the Ache’s experience. Instead, you ask “Why were you hanging out with this guy in the first place?”

The Ache responds “Because I was alone, and I was lonely, and I had no one else.”

It is 2AM. Moths dance chaotic across the invisible precipice of your bedside window, between the inner and outer spaces of linguistic designation. There is a layering of history here — of affects and functions that have blurred beyond recognition — discoloured, muted, absented.

In the hollow of your bed, the Ache laughs. You don’t dare close the distance. Sometimes you find the edges of their impact and trace your own death. All your worries manifest without content. All form and waver and empty expanse where you drink deeply without a head. Because you have lost so much time already. And nothing keeps.

Months later, after the Ache has left, you will go to the beach. You will see the roiling waves beneath crash into the rocky shore of the esplanade, a violence that merges formlessly into a still, motionless horizon, for they are two and the same. You will be unable to put into words how it feels to know that such a line of calm exists out of the pull and push of endless change, that it has existed long before your birth and will exist long after your death.

The last lingering traces of acid flee your skin. Doused in tomorrow’s stupor, you close your eyes. You catch no sleep.
“Self-destruction is simply a more honest form of living. To know the totality of your artifice and frailty in the face of suffering. And then to have it broken.”
Johnny Noiπ Feb 25
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Johnny Noiπ Feb 17
Rembrandt van Charles                                    "I saw Jeremiah in Jerusalem."
The Arab woman in 1630 it is.                                    However, in this world,
Jeremiah's prophecy began with the goal of the first month.
The Jews were slaughtered in Israel
in "two months in Jerusalem" in the year
606 BCE with the year 586 BCE 586 BCE.
Before 627 BCE, Josiah and 586 627 627.
Jude, King of Babylon, 586 BCE, chapter 32,
chapter 32, chap. 32 Jeremiah follows
the story of Jimmy in history and I want
to make others write Jeremiah.                                                   Jewish writers
and Jewish Jews and Jews.                                                         Three hundred
years ago,                                                Jerusalem was the city of Jerusalem,
the best city in Greece,                                                     and much simplicity
was accomplished in the 6th century,
and the Jews were able to destroy Jerusalem.
"Armani's hero" is in the book, 1630.
Erasmus taught the gospel,                                             started understanding
first 586 200 200 627 586 627 years
more than 200 years ago this month in Jerusalem,
Babylon, 586, the Hebrew leader's name,
                                                                ­               I am in the book in Hebrew.
But they are a great multitude
of Christian women and Arabs;
as well as Christians.                                                      ­                The Hebrew
and Greek words of the US;                                                   At the year's end,
33 of them are in Hebrew,
with Jeremiah's longing in Greek
for a long time, especially
in the sixth time.                                                           Rembrandt van Rayne,
"Jeremiah forgets Jerusalem's destruction",
h. 1630 The history of Armenia
is included in the book of books.
The mission of Jeremiah's prophecy began to be fulfilled
in the first century; 586 years ago.
BC 586 BC 627 BC, during;
The reign of King Josiah
and the reign of King Zedekiah,
"When Josiah came to Jerusalem
in two months after this, Josiah
killed Babylon and devoted Jewish
acts to Egyptian Jews.
With the help of the Jews, Babylon
chose the kingdom of Judah 605.
Judas trusted and served Babylon.
597, Judah rebuked again.
This Jerusalem and the rebellion
of the temple destroyed the last Babylonians.
In Egypt and 586 Ethiopian leaders,
Jewish life itself is partially neutral,
or may be different from biology,
monarchy and poetry                                              The collapse of Jerusalem
in Babylon starts in 609 BC 58
This research focuses on the events
described in chapter 26 to chapter 29,
chapter 32, chapter 34 to chapter 44,
and the events that led to capturing the Bible.
Exactly; It's no plague in NC-17.                                In the history of history,
historians, and editors tell stories
from Jimmy's story from Jeremiah
and letters found in Like other
writers like Jeremiah's book, I.
Of these two poems,                                                           ­             the apostles
reject the reassignment
of Two Hebrew manuscripts
and the Hebrew manuscripts
and the Hebrew manuscripts,
and the traditional Hebrew
era and organized seminars
in the traditional "Fluctuation
is important as to which the current quantum."

The majority of scholars believe that Hebrew
texts translating "seventy"
are more than Persian *****,
a Compared to time, small versions worked
Emmy 's principal teacher can write poems
verses 1 to 5, but the in the Orthodox churches,
but mostly in Western and Christian
Christian churches. Generally, three kinds
Desperate the Persian
from Hebrew to the 2nd century,
texts of ancient Greek
and Hebrew have been
echoed in Greek for over the past few years,
from the A.                                                     Jeremiah has been strengthened.

Before the Greek word,
the fundamental structural
structure predicting the fall of Babylon
and the rest of it, the historical
background and content of the Armenian
asylum exiled at the end
of the sixth century.                                Jewish woman in the last episode 33.
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
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with their clothes teaching the fables of the old heroes in
Europe, in general, the pink ones and their lips, the King
Robert Oppenheimer and Einstein in their socks with their mothers
or they stayed when they saw the slaves of Life born from the bad
state of education.
It was the music of Babylon, the messenger who had heard
about alchemy, and weapons, T to run and then to China
began to the cities on the list, the wars were his mother,
and the light at noon, and the network. The fear of the girl to the human eye, seems to be the song of the night;
Better than an American from the top of the water,
Or the black color is ****, warm, beautiful,
American football in Europe and legs, and really died.
Europe and Asia will follow the gray stars,
and they will burn in the blood.
Gold and bronze to Italy and Juan. Dogs are going
to change the history of the military;
African border The Greek countryside is black, green.
Queen of South Yorkshire Thomas lives in the shape
of a donkey; Women have lost celestial parts. And Christians
have the heart to find food in July.
I will warm the garden with clear graphic radios.
Children's fingers of the UV glass moon photography
The game is easy for your children due to the witchcraft
of the devil. Friends of pleasure brown star music
of Jews and Christians. The best way to a man of peace,
the song of the beast out of the luck of the robot, Igor's
Science plays the stage of rock in the opening oboe solo
to start the game.
Thinking of rich colors; Subscribe to Belle Canada;
The game of games is to remember ***** dirt,
the destruction of German poets;
Park instead of pure crazy secret life.
But the offer of hot coffee kills photos
and an angry museum in Virginia Basic
Italian love, you have paid attention
to your security tools. If the decorations
on the leg of the leg have been good, it will work well.
I have to do it forever and it ends in the window,
and the windows are in the memory.
The USA dresses at a table and talks about vitamins in Europe.

I was happy with the socks, the pink lips and, in general,
the mother of King Robert Einstein; With modern life
there is a cycle of the lyrics of Barbie's song.
Do not listen to the parts, you start to find alchemy,
The Chinese of civilians, the angels of the fort
and the reforms of the Medes. For your pain, cause or prophet Marco.
In the manger, Thomas understands the images from the north.
Order of the undulatory nature of the temple girls,
read the complementary Oriental versions of the young black
stripper's memoirs with angel Bettie's movement;
Paul, Bob started reading the hidden light in cash.
The parts of Satan Lion and the predators
of the mountain top are very dear to convert the sister
of the club into a kind of machine inclined laiyara
By strippers we serve magical dolphin dragon eggs.
Stop bleeding because of the smell of paradise.
Ullamcorper language problems. But it is the
vital force of the diet that you have seen the game.
when the dogs smoke; Those who love you call the police.
This is Laura, and fire, it's easy to describe
the sophisticated corners of your corner.
In order to last hours, but the nature of the long;
You will have a great woman, she will bring you
the yellow sports shoes for adults, or three dead
and legs of Europe and American football in Europe
and Asia will follow the stars that breathe blood,
air, gold, Jean, Italy, history of War, conversion,
chain, Greek future, Greek poet, queen of the
southern form. Donkey who lives Thomas of York,
Mrs. Vedas went 100 times to Vedas [Italian dog],
and brewery Christ and British car Ooreşgeriya
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the common cattle of Russia,    you are like my
sister and a robot,      They did not regard them as
robots, but helped other countries with prostitutes
in that country, Zia Kunj Vesora. You can do
this in any case. When I talk to the president,
I can not explore Victoria, because while the
Thompson twins Bach and Thomas
are Aristotelean and do not want to work,
the women listen to what they hear: 20: 80:
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His clothes teach the allegory of the old hero.
Europe, generally, the pink ones and their lips are the king.
Robert Oppenheimer and Einstein made a mother wear socks.
Or they kept looking at the slaves Educational situation;
It was the music of Babylon who is a listener.
Alchemy, weapons, T run, then China.
He started a list of cities, the war was his mother,
Light and midday network. The fear of the girl's
human eyes is like a ******* night song. It's better
than water to Americans,                         Or the color of a black *****
is *****, warm, beautiful,                              European football player,
really dead. European and Asian prostitutes
follow the gray star, They burn with blood.
Gold, bronze, Italy, Juan. The dog will go
Change the history of the army.
The African border of the Greek countryside
is black and green. Thomas Queen of South Yorkshire
Thomas, A female donkey has lost the heavenly part.
And Christian Please find food in July.
I heat the garden with a bright graphic radio.
Photos of the moon of the fingers as children
of UV glass.        This game is easy for your magical
children. Devil's pleasure Brown star music
music friends It is the best way for peace
people, between Jews and Christians.
Igor, lucky song of the robot beast.
With the opening of a unique oboe,
science plays the blocking stage.
Start the game Think of rich colors.       Subscribe
to Belle Canada. The game of the game
is to keep *****. Destruction of the German poets.
Park instead of a pure crazy secret life.
However, the supply of hot coffee will **** photos.
Virginia's basic **** museum
Italian love, you are paying attention
To your security tools. Decor
If your legs are working, it will work.
I have to do it forever and it ends up
in the window. The window is in memory.
The United States dresses at the table
and talks about European vitamins.
***** without an American title,
and they are communicating. His clothes show
the allegory of the old hero. Europe, generally
******* and pink lips, the king.
Robert Oppenheimer and Einstein
wore their mothers socks. They saw a *****
born of evil. The state of education It was the music
of Babylon to which the evangelist was heard.
Alchemy, weapons, T run, then China.
He started a list of cities, the war was with his mother,
The light of midday, and the network.
Fear in the eyes of girls is like a nightly song.
It's better than American water,
Or black, *****, warm, beautiful,
European and six foot football is really dead.
Europe and Asia follow the gray stars,
They burn with blood. Gold, bronze, Italian *******,
Juan. The dog will go Change the history of the army.
The African border is a black and green *******.
Thomas Queen of South Yorkshire Thomas,
A ******* of a ******* lost part of the sky.
**** and Christian Please have a heart to find food in July.
I expose the garden to the heat with bright graphic radios.
Image of crystal glass UV glass child fingers crystal.
This game is as magical as it is easy for your son.
The pleasure of the devil's feminine brown · star · music · friend
This is the best way for peace between
Jews and Christians. Igor, a beast robot
of the luck to sing. With the opening
of a unique oboe solo,    science plays the blocking
stage. Start the game
Think of rich colors.     Subscribe to Belle Canada.
The game of the game is to ***** the dirt.
Destruction of the German poets.
Park instead of a pure crazy secret life.
However, hot coffee suppliers will **** photos.
Virginia's Basic Museum Is Angry
Italian love, you are paying attention,
Your ***** security tool.     Decor
If your feet are working, it will work.
I have to do it forever, a ***** and it ends up in a window.
The window is in memory.
The United States dresses at a table and talks about European vitamins.
Johnny Noiπ Feb 17
Rembrandt van Rijn, "Jeremiah will forget the destruction of Jerusalem", c. 1630 Armenian history is summarized in the book of records. Jeremiah's poetic mission started in 627 BCE; in 627 BCE in the 13th year of King Josiah and the reign of King Zedekiah, 586. "When Josiah entered Jerusalem in the sixth month," he was. Josiah then changed the Judaean religion and killed Babylon with the help of the Jews in Egypt; And with the help of the Jews Babylon conquered Egypt and made 605 Judean kingdoms. Judah became convinced and was in ******* in Babylon. 597, Judah again rebelled. This rebellion is the last Babylonian that destroyed Jerusalem and its temple. Exiled in exile and in 586 leaders in Ethiopia, the Judean life was independent, co-dependent, semi-dependent, or the book can be easily separated by biological, imperial, and poetic lines, each of which can be summarized individually. The curriculum focuses on events recaptured in chapters 26-29, 32 and 34-44 and events back to biblical captivity. Jerusalem's Babylonian Fall 587 From 609 BCE Beginning with the events of the Poet (s), he will provide the exact date. Not in chapter 7, there is a scattered temple and there is any scourge in 11: 1-17? The monarchs, historians and publishers who documented the stories of Jimmy's story in the story of the narrator have the clarity of narratives, historians and publishers, but they have not come directly from Jeremiah. It's done. Typical poems are primarily found in chapters 1 through 25, and the Poet has the traditions of the Prophets speaking as God's messenger. Violations of these God-ordained orders, acts of repentance and political and religious institutions often do not celebrate or have a clear context but are widely accepted as stages of departure for the elimination of Erasmus' teachings. Other poetical writers similar to those of the book of Jeremiah actually wanted to find Armenian and spiritual magazines for individual characters. In these poems, the Poet's mission was revealed to be the object of the mission which was opposed to the rejection of the oaths and the neglect of the mission and the betrayal of God. Hermes is written in two Greek translations written by the seventh century CE. In the original Christian writings and Hebrew manuscripts, Greek copies are less than our Hebrew times, they organize the seminary differently. Both contemporary scandals have been found in the Dead Sea Scrolls, so variations are important when the variations are transmitted. Most scholars believe that the Hebrew text of the Septuagint is much more than a Persian text and Masoretic believes it has a closer and closer relationship with it. In time, smaller versions were produced in Greek Orthodox churches, but mostly in the Jewish and Western Christian churches. Generally, three types of poetry: pure poetry, narrative, and biography are derived from a variety of sources of circles. Jeremiah's main instructors may be in the poetic classes in chapters 1-25 but the book is completely corrected and added with its actual followers including the Poet (s), author Baruch and other generations. . . The date of the latest editions of Greek and Hebrew is the fact that the Greek expression is the normal condition of the Persia, Masoretic means, although it is known in the Persian period of Hebrew, until the 2nd century A. a. The book of Jeremiah has long been multiplied. The Greek show had already affirmed the major structural structures already awaiting the fall of Babylon and investing in the second place of Isaiah so that the following scriptures and the words of God and the historical setting and material of Jeremiah deliver the distribution and exile of the exile until the end of the sixth century. You may. The early stages of the Masonic Jews were probably written recently, chapter 33:
Just GS Feb 16
We each play our fiddle while Babylon crumbles  -
The meek see no favor, waivers saved so we seem blessed
Deeds we invested
Lies now infested
Piles of chest pain
Vested til sweat hurt
****** the fibers
Soaks a new white shirt
Carried through brush and ruined her moms favorite sweater . . .
Dead souls we digress
Each and every one of us
When one of us
Worse yet
When we complain about our inconveniences
Take away someone's time
Who need not listen -
Those, who, at a moments notice oversee a situation, supersedes your issues
Calm down ***** you are not the victim -
Maybe put the phone away -
Her name was May
She had a name

Her name was May
Richie Vincent Oct 2018
We all want to find some kind of purpose to our lives,
So we go on and we stick our tongues back down the throat of Babylon until we find a god to blame all of our problems on,
Some kind of ***** priest’s ears to scream our perverted thoughts into

Each night when we dance with the devil on his doorstep, we see our silhouettes flicker back and forth on his front door, cascaded by hellfire and the sins we seem to have talked ourselves out of

There’s a cool summer coming, I can feel it, the heat being scared away, running for some kind of cover, the same cover we keep praying to, keep singing to, keep wishing for,
And we write our wills to cater to whatever will profit us,
And we write our eulogies in braille because we know by the end of it all of our eyes will be burned down to piles of ash with no spirit left to rise out of,
No pair of glasses that aren’t broken

And we light candles and sprinkle holy water for séances,
I know there’s a way to bring back the dead, I’ve been doing it every single morning for twenty one years now

There’s no better feeling than hellfire, I tell you,
There’s no better feeling than hellfire

The hellfire our grandfathers and great grandfathers fought to step out of,
It’s all still alive and it’s all still breathing, right here in the pit of the void we’ve created over and over for ourselves

What a mess of hatred and bigotry we’ve stitched into our eyelids,
What a mess of brimstone, stacked on top of empty swimming pools and stuck to the feet of everyone in the choir,
Their lips still learning to stop the fire,
Their feet grown into the cracks of the sidewalks in Babylon

I’ve watched everything die without enough time to learn the language of the devil,
And because of this I will never know how to bargain with him,
And because of this there will never be enough soul in me to sell

There’s no better feeling than hellfire
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