"babylonia" poems
I read a stack of psychology books
When my mind went off the tracks
Now I’m but a therapist
With a knapsack on my back
I’ve gone my way a wandering
Through the depths of misery
I come from Babylonia
With a Bible Belt
Whipping me
Borne of milk and honey
The hungry heart is doomed
Ate my cake and ice cream
Everything I could consume
Now I’m old and thirsty
Setting at this ***** bar
Looking for a meaning
Of life as yet so far
....
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
Starting from the Euphrates
wayfinding a trail toward Babylonia
to divert her waters
mapping her ancient towers
her eyes
her desires
her pudendum
egressing out of the bitter river
surrounding her temple
until enlightenment
glisters betwixt the frangible pages of her
Dialogue of Pessimism:
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*"Who is so tall as to ascend to heaven?
Who is so broad as to encompass the entire world?"*
~
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
To these Babylonians
Oh father, and I am a child of Abraham
Daughter of salt and desert
Daughter of the sun blazed beige dream mountains
Who roll together like sleeping dinosaurs
In the archives of my memory.
To these Babylonians
And I have withheld from them my true name
For their tongues are not fit to pronounce it
Written in black stardust across my ankle
Branded like the wandering sheep
In the blue hills drowning in yellow gnats and cloud.
My father taught me how to survive
Babylonia
By the seaside the shore was covered in
Transparent jellyfish and dark ocean weeds
Abraham inhaling foamy salt waves
Preaching black oil, blood and fire
Preaching this, Babylonia
When foreign lands resemble home
When homes revert to foreign land.
When earth and sky and water do not remember you
When you do not remember them
Singing still in the salty undertow
Treble clefs caked in the cracks of my bones
Barefoot fire altar, sticky sunbeam fractures
Progeny of Abraham
Singing sacrifice
Stolen seconds folding themselves into eternity.
To these Babylonians
And I am a child of Isaac
Violin strings shouting with the river
Jacob whispered all rivers and all rivers
Flow to Rome
And all salt water tastes of home
Find me in the poison current of the obsidian ocean
Jellyfish seaweed and petroleum-slurred sands
My father Abraham sang many songs.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
Measure horizon interjecting South Asia
Hammurabi formed Akkadian Nation
Babylonian beast winged lion
upon your cajoled eyes
Mesopotamian feast
a civilization dreaming
under oil fields now known as Iraq
petroleum empowered
How history repeats
in crude circumstances
Assyrian War rages on
Have all temples been replaced by
mosques or filling stations
for Halliburton to gas up?
tanks, projectile convoys
not a winged god amongst them
unless you count Mobil
Babylonia azimuth
combustible tankers horizon
sunrise or sunset
both burn black
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
Babylonia : Part One - Noah the Kangaroo
And so it was written:
The one who shall come.
The one who shall free all the animals!
And take them all home!
Babylonia was shown to a Kangaroo named Noah,
In a dream he had in the middle of his life.
His body shook and he kicked his love out of bed;
She jumped up and hit her head,
On the ceiling and then she began to cry.
As she stood there weeping,
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Noah raised to his feet, in the middle of his dream.
He walked outside and she followed him, but she could not see,
That Noah was not alone, as he walked down to the sand.
For three days and nights, he wrote his words using his hands.
His family had thought he’d lost his mind,
For he never opened his eyes to write.
They thought he was sleep walking;
But somehow, his words in the sand began talking.
They spoke of a Heaven for all animals;
His wife brushed her tail through some of his work
And called him a fool.
But by the end of the story, Noah had gained an audience
And they all gave him a round of applause,
When he woke from his dream, as they could see he was serious.
The Kangaroo named Noah,
Was going to show them the way.
Babylonia had sent them all a calling;
Noah had shown them all their fate.
Our destiny lies to the east;
A place of adventure and mystery.
Our new home to enjoy with heart,
Our destiny is calling for us to make a new start.
Let us all leave this place,
Let us all leave this human race;
To their man made apocalypse,
I will show you the way.
And so it began…
The journey of Noah
And every other animal;
‘The Journey to Babylonia.’
The Animal Paradise,
To escape the ruined jungle life.
A new jungle awaits us all,
At the end of the line.
Let me direct the Elephants and Rhinos,
To clear us all a path to Heaven, from this Hell.
Let us all feast!
Let us all mate!
Let us all sleep a slumber of the Gods themselves.
Let us all enjoy our Heaven.
Let me show you, it is worth the wait…
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
Babylonia, oh Babylonia
Como tus hijos lloran por pan.
Babylonia, oh Babylonia
Como te esperan los que ya no estan.
Lujos, plaseres, embrujos por doquier
Pero ahora quien te va a ver?
Babylonia, oh babylonia
en mi alma siempre viviras
Babylonia, oh Babylonia
en tus pecados siempre to recuerdaran
Maldito, bendito, del mismo dios
Babylonia, te as perdido la voz
Por que no te diste la vuelta
tornate mi amor a otro lugar
Por que no te diste la vuelta
regresastes por donde te as venido
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC
got a new health system for the new wealth victims
take it on good good faith
why try communicate
when the fake and faceless
don't seek illumination
all across the nation
we've got nothing except teenagers coughing
racing each other to the coffin
dear God will this globe stop spinning long enough
for me to tough out these spins
I'm sweating on the bathroom floor
losing all the words I could never ignore
and yeah I like to live in the similes and metaphors
but I'm just looking for a ***** of Babylonia
moaning on the phone as again as I **** my paper n' pen
give me an acoustic mariachi quartet in the morning
urge me from snoring dreams of soaring
because rent is due
and I'm way too broke to waste so much time
sitting here writing for dimes and nickel spots
fraudulent paychecks not enough to cut it
no room left to say **** it
something has to put a stop to this
we've been playing chicken for too long
with your favorite song on repeat on my radio
the flowers are now in bloom
until another winter brings their doom
and we ally say it's too soon
so pour another tall drink into the kitchen sink
and make some time to think
if we keep treading water like this
eventually we'll all sink
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
United States Of America...the Land Of The Free, Home Of The Slave & Where The One's in Power keep enstablishing 1. Terror & Fear. 2. Corruption. 3. The New Babylonia. 4. Where the Political,Economical & Judicial Systems are curropted to an extent of allowing Pride,Sabotage,Savagery and for those who have build their Palace in an empty spiritual derivative for they in their mortal hearts full of secrecy and envious minds plot and scheme EVIL against this young man who has plainly come to share with Friends...Enemies...and even Stragers or ANY ONE willing to listen to the Truth about their Wicked Curropted Plans to allow them to misguide, confuse and even tamper with the TRUE SAINTS who are doing EVERYTHING in their power to buy a little more time for the sake of those STERN & Heart Of Stone people that are so difficut to enlighten them spiritually for their spirits are so saturated with corruption & evil ...always seeking a way to gratify their flesh and for AS Long as they graduated from their Police Acadamy have found ways to make more money by using the power of Law enforcement to enforce their own secret agenda.
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Adonai, on the Servant who writes this please all I ask is 3 things...If I were to pay with my LIFE at least let me have a crown and robe in that Heavenly Kingdom. 1. My name in The Book Of Life. 2 Allow me to administer my LOVE towards my Family. Friends and acequainces...let my transgressions be paid in full due to my Saviour "Jesus Christ The Only Begotten Son" who made himself a Man to atone all MANKIND'S sin. I hear they footsteps at the collossal heavenly door...If anyone hear me...anyone let him come rest...rest in the name of Jesus. Amen!!
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
Babylonia : Part Four - A Babylonian Paradise
Come in, come in, all are welcome!
Welcome to Babylonia! Welcome home.
Every animal is welcome here,
You can be yourself;
You have no need to fear.
Babylonia has always and shall always be here.
The place for all animals, when they wish to retire.
Tired of the rat race? Need something better?
Then Babylonia is for you friend, there is no place I’d rather
Spend the rest of eternity in;
I’d like to introduce you all to my wife and kids.
I am Groat, the goat and we have very lush grass.
Feel free to help yourself, to whatever you come across.
The world is your oyster; your greed is your clam.
This is paradise and you are all welcome.
Jungle to your left, ocean to your right;
Mountains beyond the valleys behind me.
Open your eyes to your new paradise!
Over a million trees and every day you will meet a new species.
It isn’t **** or be killed,
But I understand some of you have a need.
So hunt your prey,
Or raise a family.
Live your lives,
However you want them to be.
You can see through the water on a sunny day; I love the smell
And forget the pollution…This is Heaven, not Hell.
Whatever you wish for is yours if you can find it my friends;
But this Heaven is so large you shall never reach the end.
Eternal life here in paradise;
Generations of families sit together to talk at night.
Let us all be one great family,
Or let us all at least do as we please…
Then we shall be free.
The fruits of Eden’s vine are nothing compared to our fruit.
The juiciest, tastiest, manna sent from Heaven.
You are now all free to do whatever you choose.
I am simply here to welcome you all in…
My Friends;
The Animals.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
Dust of my feet
the dust of my skin•
My clock wise measurementory
of earth 🌍 into Sign_ia_Zion
RAĪNBŌW 🌈 Kush I am,
I was made first as earth Father land
among all the verdant hills,
from Adis Ababa,
The Holy Obàtalà the Spirit
was my only comfort,
I had a mystery wife
Called Ur-Babylon MÓÓN🌕,
I had her seperated by the river Euphrates.
Her drank was peaceful she has a Son between the Red ßæ where the dead s
Scrolls īnn was burried.
called ẞÚN ⛅ Kenmet,
her soul was the water
I seek love from.
her drank was peaceful
In her was all my treasures hidden
both of mystic & mysteries
after she emptied herself,
all who comes now calls her a harlot.
I became so angry that her generosity & love was taken for foolishness,
& her kindness for Vein,
So I curse the land
these herbs considerd as weeds
called Mary-Jane,
I wrote revelations in her Brother
to capture our victimize relatives
her deep tears of BRIGHT MORNING STAR 🌞 Cuptic-hellas
shame
the nations that came off from her,
as she shed tears of blood constantly day and night weeping and mourning
culture, religion, tradition
& education
has been stolen away from me
I am emptied & left alone
with no one to comfort me.
I embraced her deeply
for I know her prophet I sent forth will awaken,
and she shall be restored again
to formal glory.
So I returned Kush to dust
if they'll consider my "Art"(Sholomon),
Filled the sea of Kenmet with blood
if they'll remember my "Act" (Iyesus),
I Judged every error & imbalance at Babylonia-Ur
when they ask for my very "Heart"(Yédidiah),
while burning at my everlasting fire from Cuptic-hellàs
when they asked where I AM is "At" (Immanuel),
Hey (ORĪSHA'NLÀ) needed "Ma'at"
Before (ẞHÆÑGØ) is "Out"
In his Obatàlà "Hat"
Brave Harted Mat of ÔRUNMÎLÅW.
Here Ī Math ÆDÂMHŪ
He who markes the Big bang crystal stars signs & Kinetic Lamuel completed lily ant & ******
I tutor days,
Appointed seasons
placed time before ancient stones,
beat kingdoms to bruises
formed languag.uz.
And answered himself in scrolls only,
Need no reward from mortal man.
Earth 🌎 Īsreal
Sātalitē Town•
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 10:08 AM UTC