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i see a version of Islam

when Islam met Schism

not the god
but the religion
i see Islam
without the work
i see

if Islam is the one true monotheism
then
why was there a schism?
Islam met Schism
and no one cares
about Christianity Schisms
Orthodox
to Catholic
to Protestant
to American Christianity

but Islam met Schism
Schism is a polyglot Greek deity
perhaps even Roman
how Thor
met Thales
and resurrected Troy
the people were not once Turks
the Ottomans
i age
and i grow a learning i am
confident
maybe i will be given old age
but i will do
my utmost to not make that happen
i will marry death
i will screeth...
Dior
i replaced that with Doir
Doir
not Dior
a Muslim ******* shift
i asked her:
there's the miss doir perfume
and coco chanel's no 5

empire empire empire
i seek an empire
Russia and China and Japan
and Korea
the whole of Africa:
the death of Islam
i wonder
me and this Muslim girl
the ****: the clockwork
i ask you
do you believe?
do you believe
in the revival of European Christianity
then ask the Islamic World:
the Afghan after the Sunni Saudi
or ask the Afghan after the Persian
****'ite....

Schism like a Shizophrenia
Schizophrenia
Switch:
Bilingual
but i was roots in Germany
Eschlert
and the Batuk
of Czech Rep

unbreakble habits... magic of stones
and flowers that grow on stones
i seek to ask a flower
growing off of stone and lava
i see colour
i'm moving to Kauai
on Hawaii:
i need to speak
to god on a mountain:
i need to speak to god
on a dead volcano
your mother died
i see you
i see my my oh my mother
by butterfly my moth's wing...
i see noon and night...

if Christianity was allowed to die:
i see a rabid dog
Islam
i see Islam and Schism
like i might see Chaos
and Chaos was
and Schism
Chaos and Schism...
Idea Clinical ******
driver
or animals...
i am daft in my darkness....

Chaos and Schism:
that is when the two
ate the pagan concern
in painting:
Satan: the death eater
and who ate the crucifix
and who is god
by the calories of the dead
mneat upion
meat upon
the crucifix...

this is what happens
when Islam meets
India and Persia...
Islam is death and Iran can actuallly
help:                AID
christianity and europe///

on the train:
a bunch of blondes
like the ones in Rotherham...
i think ****
****
gangs
i think ai lost the brain
new pronoun
ai
aye thinks
i think
plural
    self?++=

             but if Islam is such a grand monotheism:
it... could survive a schism....
let me show you god..
but islam had a schism...
so?
it's not the one true
monotheism; savvy?
Doir Oct 2020
The Package

I placed an item within a package, filled with bubble wrap
And took it to my master, where I placed it on his lap
I asked him if he’d open it, and send a message back
And not to overlook it, and place it in his stack
There are others who have questions, of that I am very sure
Being only human, egotistic and insecure
I have no time for others, or to rely on simple fate
The answer I require, is something that won’t wait
Perhaps if I do penance or some other protocol
He’ll help me with this venture, not allowing me to fall
I know he really need, not open up to see
The package that he has, contains a piece of me
A heart that’s sick and hardened, for lack of some belief
That there is someone out there, who can bring one true relief
My wish is from that box, he’ll find the thing inside
And with his hands he’ll hold it, and let his love reside.
Doir
This I wrote shortly after my business had to close it's doors and I was somewhat depressed. Written around 1990.
Doir Oct 2020
A giant of a swede
Who drank local mead
Mighty rivers he made
Whenever he peed
And from his belly a sound
Growing louder each round
‘til his pants were undone
And his innards were freed

With each hand as big
As a small suckling pig
He’d pound on the bar
“Over here with a swig”
Then he’d pick up a beat
With his humongous feet
And cause the building to shake
With his wild country jig

Whilst laughing and singin’
The phone began ringin’
And no one could know
The news it was bringing
With gaiety and fun
From moonrise ‘til sun
The barroom was rockin’
Rollin’ and swingin’

When finally a break
The party did make
One with good hearing
The phone call did take
The voice on the phone
Wanted Swede to come home
And without a second to wait
A leg he did shake

His head though be pounding
His feet were not grounding
As each corner he reached
He swiftly was rounding
When just up ahead
He could see his homestead
The stretch of his pace
Was simply astounding

Upon reaching the landing
Where the doctor was standing
Nodding and smiling
With a physician’s understanding
He became sober and quiet
While his face did turn white
At the site of his new family
Their attention demanding

In the midst of the bedstead
Lay a tiny new redhead
On a quilt filled with down
Stitched with blue colored thread
And with a tear in his eye
Oh! Such a macho guy
Says “my drinking days are over”
“I belong here instead”.

Doir
This was written a few years ago and was sitting on my computer, so here ya have it.

— The End —