Karuyag ko pagsurusuntukon ini nga busag nga ****-****
Pero sigurado nga maul-ol
Salit, adi nga ulunan nala

Karuyag ko mamusdak hin mga pinggan nga nakatambak ha banggera
Pero magluluto pa ngay-an hira hin sura
Salit, niyan pagkatapos nala

Karuyag ko kumurahab hasta ako mapaas
Pero may bata nga nakaturog bangin makamata
Salit, tik-om nala

Karuyag ko manrabot hin tawo
Pero naguusahan la ako ngadi ha kwarto
Salit, it akon kalugaringon nala

Karuyag ko gusi-gusion an mga surat nga ginhatag mo ha akon
Pero aadto ha hunos, maupay an kahipos
Salit, sunod nala

Karuyag ko na bumul-iw ngan talikdan ini nga grasya
Pero waray ka bumaya
Salit, ayaw nala

When morning wears crown,
with white light of early dawn
When the sun goes down,
and day removes its gown
When night shows frown,
and stars brighten up their town

i feel alone
i feel alone

When quaking eve arrives, i bemoan
there in no one of my own
When tantalizing spring,
glamorizes the lawn
Ah! all the desires, now have flown
None to reckon upon
like a bird, being tied to pinion

i feel alone
i feel alone

'In fall season,
when storms rigadoon
to me, no shelter is known
not any shoulder to rest on
When cuckoo sings,
in summer's morn
Indeed! I am hapless and forlorn
Life always glares with scorn'

I feel alone
I feel alone

alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alonealone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone

What a year was 570 AD
A person was born, a prophet to be
Muhammed (saws) that was his name
People were misguided and thats when he came
He would go on to leave all the idols behind
He is an example to all of mankind

Rabbi al Awwal the 12th, that was the day
He came to this world to show us the way
He was born in Mecca, the holiest place
A life full of challenges he was to face
Abdullah (ra) his father, had by then passed away
Leaving Amina (ra) his mother, in her arms he lay

Haalima Sadia, took over his care
Until he was six, our prophet was there
His mother then died, he was left all alone
Abdul Muttalib (ra) his grand-dad then made him his own
When our prophet was nine, his grandfather died
Abu Talib, his uncle, became his new guide

In his 20's, a merchant Muhammed (saws) became by trade
Al-Amin, (the trustworthy) became his grade
Hazrat Khadija (ra) aged 40, became his bride
He was 25, with her by his side
To the poor,she gave away all her wealth
A dedicated wife in sickness and health

360 idols in the Kaaba, they were at that time
Our prophet realised that this was a crime
He would go to mount Hira,leaving behind his wife
Reflecting and wondering about the meaning of life

While thinking there in the midst of the night
He heard a loud voice which filled him with fright
It was the angel Gibrail(as) who asked him to read
Our prophet couldn't and didnt take heed
The angel embraced him and then asked him later
Read, Read in the name of the Creator
Who created man from a drop of blood

Our prophet couldn't read but at that time he could
Our prophet rushed to the path straight ahead
He heard a voice from the heavens which said
Muhammed (saws) truly you are the messenger of God
Muhammed (saws) was scared and thought this quite odd
'Praise be to God' his wife said instead
''I know you've been chosen as God's messenger' she said
And thus Khadija (ra) became the first woman of islam

And over the next 23 years came the revelation, the Quran
He preached to all people, every creed every race
Yet so many hardships he had to face
There were fears for his life, then the Hijrat took place
He then entered Medina, all by Allah's grace
He was greeted by the Ansaris who gave their salaam
To him and his companians,the Sahaba ikram

Then came the battles, which were fought face to face
Then the conquest of Mecca, Muhammed (saws)'s birthplace
An Nasr was revealed, it's message was clear
Muhammed (saws) knew that his time was near
Everyone gathered to hear his last speech
little did they know how far Allah's message would reach

Muhammed (saws) gave us the miracle the Quran
And now a 1/4 of the world follow Islam
He is our role-model, the best of mankind
And has left the Quran and his Sunnah behind

Read the Quran as much as you can
The words of Allah (swt) for the guidance of man
And follow our prophet's sunnah, when eating and dressing
And send him salutations and many a blessing
He came to mankind to show us the way
And Insha-Allah, we'll meet him, we'll meet him one day

I searched for God among the Christians and on the Cross and therein I found Him not.

I went into the ancient temples of idolatry; no trace of Him was there.

I entered the mountain cave of Hira and then went as far as Qandhar but God I found not.

With set purpose I fared to the summit of Mount Caucasus and found there only 'anqa's habitation.

Then I directed my search to the Kaaba, the resort of old and young; God was not there even.

Turning to philosophy I inquired about him from ibn Sina but found Him not within his range.

I fared then to the scene of the Prophet's experience of a great divine manifestation only a "two bow-lengths' distance from him" but God was not there even in that exalted court.

Finally, I looked into my own heart and there I saw Him; He was nowhere else.
But
In my heart .

Writer :

Jalaludin rumi

Katunga la han im' bayhon an ak' nakit-an
Natatabunan han sulhog han suga ha dalan
Ambot kun hi ako ba an imo gin susurob
Kay nag dadali ak' hadto pag lagos tisakob.

Waray na ngan ak' panginano
Baga malipong na gihap an ak' ulo
Bangin man ngani inop la adto
Kay baga madaparap ngan dire klarado.

Nganak "tuod ada an hurob-hurob an hadi"
Nga mayda daw hit nga dapit napakita nga babayi
Batan-on ngan kadaan an panapton
Nakakirugpos hin busag, ngan nagtitinukdawon.

Ambot. Di ak' maaram kun ano't tutuoron
Di man ngani ak' nakaklaro gihapon
Pero hadto daw nga takna, may'da hira nakita
Natukdaw ha dalan, na duaw ha am' bintana.

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The story of Muhammad..
A messenger, a prophet..
secluded himself  in the cave of Mount Hira
until one day the revelation came down to him
and the Angel Gabriel (Jibreel) appeared to him
and said loudly: "Read!"
Poor Muhammad was illiterate,
Admitted his lacking..
he said to the angel: "I am not a reader."
The angel took a hold of him
and squeezed him as much as he could bear,
and then said again: "Read!"
Prophet Muhammad said again :
"I am not a reader."
The Angel again seized the Prophet
and squeezed him and said:
"Read! In the Name of Your Lord,
Who has created all that exists;
who has created a man from a clot,
Read! And your Lord is the Most Generous,
Who has taught the writing by the pen,
who has taught man that which he knew not."
Read Muhammad Read... be brave at heart
A prophet must read!

kun nakag yakan la it mga bungbong
damo na ada't ira igsusumat
kun nakabati man hit mga pulong
kun nahibaro la unta magsurat.

kun nakakita la hira hit kabutangan
ngan nakaabat hit dinara
ha inaabat nga kapaitan
matatalwas pa ba?

nagugupong an huna-huna
naghuhuot an dughan
kalipayan nga ungara
di na ada makikit-an.

pero kay dire man
asya dire nala igsisiring
nakagapos ha kamingawan
ha hangin nala ighuhuring.

🍃

He was born in Mecca, Saudi Arabia in 570AD
He was to be the last prophet decreed by Allah even before Adam,
He was the last Messenger of Allah.
He did not belong to one caste,city or religion,
But, to all humanity,
He had the largest followers.
He had been blessed with Al-kauthar-abundance,
He had also been blessed with the most powerful miracles-------
The splitting of the moon in two,
Proof to the pagans of his prophethood.
The miracles of the Quran,
And the night journey of Isra-wal-Miraj,
Whereby  he was only prophet who saw Allah with his physical eyes.
Even in his physical form he was
unique,
His sacred body never cast a shadow,
He was always taller than the tallest person who stood beside him,
He could see behind and in front of him,
He never yawned,
His sweat smelled of Kasturi Musk,the most fragrant attar in the world,
He could see in the dark without light.
Plants and animals talked to him,
A fly never sat on him.
Allah communicated with him in every form of wahi,
The Angel of Death sought his permission to take his soul.
He brought Islam,
The religion chosen by Allah,
Which Hussain kept alive till today by sacrificing his head and his family.
The religious,social and political tenets he established according to the Quran was Islam's foundation.
The Quran was revealed to him by Allah,
He received his first verbal revelation in the cave called Hira.
He is the most beloved of Allah,
He will be the first human being to be resurrected on the Day Of Judgement.
MILAD-UN-NABI MUBARAK

...Ali zato kad je kao sad puno planeta u zemlji, ne treba nam ni psiholog ni rod ni pomoz bog – sve se vidi sve se zna ko se češe o moju tarabu, ko hoće nešto što mu ne pripada, kome je gde mesto i kako bi zapravo bilo najzdravije, idealno da sebe postavimo i u prostoru i u svetu sa ljudima. Bik je grlo i glas, pa sa Merkurom i Suncem ovde i glas je hrabriji nego inače da sve to jasno i kažemo (makar uz vibrato). Šta može a šta ne može. Šta hoću a šta neću. Na šta pristajem, a na šta ne pristajem – gotovo kao revidiranje nekih ugovora koje imamo sa sobom i sa drugima. Jer ta pitanja koja postavljamo drugima, zaprao postavljamo sebi samima. Na šta sam pristao i da li je to za mene dobro. Da li treba nešto da se menja. Stvari se najzrelije menjaju zapravo samo kada imamo podršku zemlje jer tu kad se ruši, sve je kao na gradilištu: prethodno se ogradi, zatvori se ulica, stave znaci upozorenja, svi čekaju da radovi budu završeni pa da može saobraćaj da teče dalje. Tu je jasno sve. Tada se ruši i menja da traje. Nije iz hira ni entuzijazma, neke optimistične emocije ili zaljubljenosti. Nego prosto, prirodno je da svak zna šta mu je ok a šta nije… ponekad

the imnpetus is to write something: anything
to conjure up new reading habits
and i was serious that Kafka wanted his books
to be printed in large font
but that didn't happen
each edition i read i might as well be salvaging
wood for toilet paper and Chamberlain
wiping his *** with it at the Munich Agreement
because i'm pretty sure Bukowski
got the larger print or font
for fountain: not rooted in Greek etymology
of something big, fat... a wedding crasher...
but i was wondering not so much
about language but the inner-workings
of language:
not the idiosyncratic use of language:
although so few achieve it in that space of knowing
as distinct from that space of thinking
after all: i think therefore i am is a recurrent
theme, iotom, which is like the idea but in a different
spelling... so a different res per se
iota + idiom
      + om + sparkle sparkle...
iotom
                  beause i can change a word
at my whim
today i heard a child in the great distance
and the child said Yahweh
and that is far away he's in it:
he is the one who hides the Muslim women
and i can't help for Ha-Shem the name of names
the un-named i mean
Yahweh is actually thinking about
a name for himself
he wants to be called by a personal name
YHWH isn't it...
and he contemplated Allah
for a little bit...
but then Allah ben Akhbar came along
with the Somali Ali and the Iranian Ahmed
and India was born again as Hindustan...
of the Ummah with Pakistan...
first the great wind the dispersed the choir
then an angelic voice in the world
a distance of dasein
           a there: rather than there's being...
i thought about how useful studying linguistics would
be to shy away from philosophy
and religion and i found the idiosyncracies
of punctuation and spacing in Jon Fosse
such book i never found
and James Joyce is Dead
because that was all Charlie Chaplin outdated
literature of the late 19th century
and like James Joyce is Dead
and the Cult of the Irish Holymen of Iceland
before the Norsemen came and settled
the island
there were Irish Holy Fathers Popes
on those isles... did you know that?
i will study islands
and long before i met Edie
and pen palled her
i was thinking of moving away from England
to the Faroe Islands or Iceland...
i am the dancing Shiva dancing on my knees
i beg you release me from Oedypus Kristos
Rex... i know what the Second Coming Implies:
Jesus ******* Mary
no Joseph a Single Mum raising a Son...
believe me and there's no ****** in Sight
and secretly the boy will emerge with Father State
and strangers and i wonder
i think therefore i don't know
why does thinking precepitate into being
when it doesn't among day dreams
and not so many geniuses of stone
just the flow of people like water
and i'm fine with this life being a simulation
almost that video games make it easier
in Plato's Cave having overtaken passive television
and i played roll the dice Ludo
i think that's how the game is called:
reimagining simpler and simpler
of the complex and abstract and paradox:
the only way for Christ to return would be as the Antichrist...
not as a resurrection per se
but as a Paradox
monotheism is not compatible with the polytheism of India
i abhor that theological mongrel
that is transcendence of kingship of monks
like the hierarchy with daft meanings
but that comfort of being approachable
but without reality of hierarchy
Marx and being naked or simply slave or broke...
one life one death one god
1 1111'1'1'1'1'111 1 1 1 1 111 1 1 1111111 1 1 1111 1 1 1 1 111111
rhythm...
at least conceptualised
maybe if i switch to Latin:
cogito ergo non scio...
i think therefore i don't know...
   whether i am or i'm not...
so idiosyncrtic punctuation or: rhythm to reading:
like looking at a painting and taking angles
but no selfies
like this world is becoming more and more abstract
esp after my interstellar trip around London
this morning
and it was like: before AI was invented
man collectively created the CITY
and you know like you travel the city
and... don't have to wait for the bus or the train
because you have such skill in time management
that you're like the White Rabbit in
Alice in Underland but you're cool, measured,
devilish, ecstatic... calm, foxy... collected...
just the burning fire in water...
you don't wait for the bus
the bus waits for you
which is better than a Chinese rich kid uber... uber...
tube oobah...
            i can't believe in Jesus Christ on a few
sayings the saying: turn the other cheek bothered me
until i learnt the nature of time within space:
how there are pockets of time that thought harvests
and there are pockets of space that knowledge harvests
like i know unconsciously
but i don't know consciously
because consciousness was involved in discovery
knowledge the speed of gravity
the temperature of the sun
the Enlightened source being Martin Luther
the Protestant...

oh ****: i just realised!
i'm a workoholic-alcoholic i need alcohol as fuel
and focus and like car i am gasoline
i seriously write poetry
PRO BONO
and that's at best associated
with Lawyers and what Pro Bono means
when you uncouple poetry from the form of art
and give poetry an equal footing
to, say... jurisprudence, law writing,
journalism...         history...
poetry is not a music not an expression of image:
POETRY IS: AUTHORITY!
of whatever deviation of time
in this, required: space: of the individuum atomus

Chakituen

  an Aztec deity wants to speak
/hawk/-e-/tu/-/en/

  the fear the mongrel and the silence...
this unfinished poem
is a bothersome edifice...
a THROMBOSIS is a word i'm looking for...

only music to know
well what, is the difference
articulation with signatures of proper articles:
the good
evil
                              knowledge
               ­               ignorance

   retards guarding angels: ******..
  
           the truth
           a lie

because i'm pretty sure: i didn't tell THE lie
i only told a little incy wincy lie...
i said one lie
but God?! but said all the other lies!
you will live eternal!
you will this that and the other!
i am! the whirlwind!
i am your friction!
i am! your vitality!
i am your ******* quake
and your daughter's **** unconscious of mythology
give me mouth and ear
and i am hell is purgatory and heaven too
i am a quantumn traveller
time is the relative irrelevant
while space so infinite
is play-dough
some bread
i am wild eyed: purple in red
then purple in blue

sometimes like a dog i keep chasing
my own tail
so i imitate a dog chasing its own tail
like imitation serpent
in myth
the dynamic cinema of image
in Plato's cave i countered television with gaming
and this emerged:
Cities are like Bodies
imaging traffic as
blood clotting and buses and *****
and blood and roads veins and ******'s
AUTOSTRADS BAHNS...
the arteries
and 100 years from now
Gandhi was right already now:
the Europeans used to hail Christ before going
somewhere:
then they'll start Hailing ******:
Gandhi said from Christ to ******:
and yes between Arab and Hebrew mutiny
that circumcision should be a rite of passage
not something to simply: SIMPLY inherit at birth
but something you EARN
like a cockring and an ice rink and a wedding ring
and drunk marijuana high known
intellect: pro bono: i rule the useful horses!
i am the... so unearthed in an Egyptian shepherd
and the chess are alive with zombie music
of the elevator or telephone waiting in line...
the grey zombie without love
or fear of god reality
because you can live a life without love or a ******
partner:
but only with a fear of god and a thirst for knowledge
and a mild tempered wisdom fission: fusion...

i came into this world as a diamond of coincidences
and God the Myriad
with Chernobyll April
father Ares
mother... Pisces:
aligned months
Mother February
Father April
Son May
                             March of the Witches...
                      conceived in September... allign the Hexes!
allign the Hexe!                              no need to
add English pluralism to the original Greek:
Hex (singular) Hexe (plural):
tranS-genderiSm...

                   but poem cna be like painting (a)
a painting...
if you forget it for a bit
blank out
before the canvas
with too many thoughts

i know that i think

        that's truer than cogito ergo sum...
thinking doesn't translate into being:
since so many zombies around...

scio id cogito.... wow! even i feel like trembling
like when jon fosse i think i i think think i think i think think i think
b

yes i'm thinking of retiring but not
being a taxi driver
read philosophy early
marry like Muhammad a nice older woman
hear your mother in law nagging
like Hercules mythology because
you are marrying your mother
age wise realistically weird
rainbow ******* talk of Puerto Ricans
life is all rainbows
like Edie's mom doesn't sound like Louise Low-IS:
dyslexia from Family Goy... voy voy...
i'm a ******* RECEPTICON

         the hammer made the smithy
and the algorithm and AI made the cyborg or the android?
because ape or human i ain't!

weren't the Slavic people who pushed
Judaism to the limit:
should we say he was:
and if he wasn't i'll walk through the Holocaust:
let us make Marx give us
Christianity as Utopia and not the Man:
treat Christianity as Either Man or the Utopia of Man
what do you seek in Christ?
a Christ-World?
or the Man? the Individual?!
what do you need him for?
            you want his vision?
clearly man's ontology does not allign with what
Nature prescribed...
man can't escape man only
tame himself...
           the passive aggresive harmony nature allows
we deploy false sentiments for
having just grieved a lost faculty
of world-adaptability: concerns:

      weather and clothing...
           i wonder whether that lie was so bad
you will know good from evil:
why did i have to tell you that?
because you were born unable to tell
truth from lie:
so i had to introduce that quadratic thinking
of linear patterns
i needed to allign you to the cyclone
of Jupiter's headache at having only one eye:
Jupiter wants to be blind:
he's envious of Neptune's blind dog Pluto...
i had to tell that one lie under instruction
to keep you motivated by a tongue that hears
and ears that speak and eyes
all those harvests of eyeless souls...
              i see the lion's lineage and i see my own
beard and i see:
                               an s growing into an S
and then slithering across E
and across X like the diadem of the trinity
an hour a minute a second...
too practical a solution
to be so personal
well if i can oppose said parameters...
Anti-imbued to reiterate
like old mysterious thinking of Europe
now Africa... that new home of the religion
since Christianity left Europeans
atheistic and secular and lost
it's not high time for Africa to receive that medicinal
wisdom of a ******
born of a ******
not having sedated a woman to
just what exactly are we talking about?
this is the epitome of mankind based upon
two or three ******* sayings?
double ding ding ******* dodo ding ding
second round but i don't think
islam will solve this )either_)
so ******* Russian much pepper

i know that i think: because to measure:
dementia prognosis: gnosis
going fishing my old friends: who are dead:
as a memory:
a trajectory otherwise associated
with:
meditating in the cold, needing to ***... getting a hard-on
for a dead **** star: Ava Lauren
Aria Giovanni
Ilona Osadchuck Edie Valitski:

        like that's why **** is not so bad:
if you still have your *******! xenomorph laughter...
and Peter Griffin...

rite of passage: when you get married:
unlucky for me
i have two serpents circling that part
i'd love to get rid off
knowing i'd have regular ***
with one woman...
and it would be Edie
and all the unmarried and uncircumcised men
would have to walk around with rings
and the married men
would walk around circumcised and no jewels...
and that could possibly be my one world:

circumcised men
were the married men
and wouldn't wear any rings
i hate the metals on skin
first a wooden sword
then something else
like a tongue for conversation...
but a wedded truly intellectual man
would be with a woman
by being circumcised and not
having a wedding ring on his finger
of fingers...
       the rite of passage:
don't take that away from them
when they are born:
let them the freedom to *******
the world away before they settle
and find their beloved
their suckle... i can't i wish but this is
what i prescribe...

and that's what you are: cheap Arab:
one book library strong:
same Mongol Muscle:
retreat please:
from the Laboratory of Europe...
please *******
you're contimatating it with your
Inscest and Bad Poetry Schemes
your faith doesn't bother me
nor the blind...
so go with it!
but you are contaminating the laboratory
of pristine ideas
motivational ideas
sorry... shoot them...
the hybrids of cousin ******* incepticons are
closing in!
RECEPTICONS vs. the INCEPTICONS...
cousing ******* passions?
will never look
at the next ****** ***** every bad
again! more like
a wise woman of Afghanistan!

sometimes i find or too many thoughts overhwhelm
me and i find myself the dog
chasing its own tail
or like me looking for my beak
but instead
finding
a nose
and cross-eyed diving into water
and becoming a very bad reminder of fish
and if cross eyed
there are parasitical worms symbiotic
though
not edible ones
living on our eyes
so need for carrots
and onions and vitamin A...

cared about Ukraine as much as Czechoslovakia:
Czechia it's almost like
people somewhere someplace
far far away like Delhi and Prague
great double-think just the cowards
politico i think maybe
i am i am somewhat a bit of what i also think
now anything is possible
and coinciding with anything and everything: possibly:
potential and possibly all...

these weren't....
just ordinary Mongols...
KUZI! MUI!
HI(GH)!
SENG SHEE!

             the bed is such frivolity
but then nth adventure starts
there's a daughter
and anti-christ to begiun with
Beijing be-guine...
    
             him-she: 海 so imagine
the Heb rew text trying to me superior
to... that...
fair enough with hieroglyphs... but....
imagine Hebrew competing with Kanji...
and the Japanese

    カイ
KAI
       かい

             Chomsky:
semantics
phonemics...
i wonder if Aristotle will do....
given the two turtles drifting Japan apart
the Hira and Naga
Shimo and Sanaka...
            
you... want... to test me robotics
style... please...
let's begin...