Listen.
We're in control of this place!
We've taken charge
Of this No Man's Land.
We don't take orders
From the U.S. or the U.N.!
If you don't  comply with our interpretation of Sharia,
We'll simply blast you to bits!
Those who enter our area
Must  be deferential to us,
But,
Even if you try to placate us
And accede to our demands,
We're will still be
Suspicious of You.
We call the shots around here,
But we don't feel obliged to
"Make sense",
Your Western ideas about
"Making Sense",
Don't  make any sense to us!
So, to hell with  all that nonsense!
If you want to lecture us about Human Rights,
Women's Rights,
Or the need for children to be educated
Give us a few million dollars first!
Then, we might be listen to you to your sermon
For a little while,
But,
If we get sick of listening to your message,
We might decide to kill you
Before you convert us
To your ideology!
All this Nonsense about
"Humanitarianism"
Is for the Children of the Rich
To study abroad!
That sort of idealism
Doesn't  make any sense out here in the Bush!
It's the most well-armed men
Who Call the Shots out here!
You might think that I sound like an actor
In a Hollywood Movie,
But it's a struggle for survival out here!
Do you think that we really ENJOY
This way of Life?
HELL NO!
We used to love to raise vegetables
As well as keeping
Chickens and goats,
But the rains are infrequent nowadays.
Our  vegetables wither and die,
And our herds  starve.
Kidnapping the President's Daughter,
And hold her for ransom
Is much easier
Than bothering with
"Agriculture".
We're  just taking  he spoiled girl off her parent's hands
For awhile.
If we don't take  her
She’ll just demand a BMW from parents
As well as lots enough money
For Tuition overseas.
So,
What difference does it make
If she blackmails her parents
Or we do?
Then,
They say we  like to gang-rape
Wealthy girls.
It's not  true!
That's  just  Western Propaganda
To brainwash people
So they won't take our Agenda seriously.
We don’t really do those sorts of things!
If the spoiled girl
Listens  to our side of the Story for a while,
We know that she will become our advocate
Rather than consenting to be
Our slave.
We aren't stupid people, you know?
We know how to make a good impression on  young women.
We simple focus directly
On getting exactly what we want
Rather than conforming to a bunch of stupid,
Arbitrary rules
That were designed
To keep us impoverished and subservient.
That kind of philosophy
Appeals to young people, you know?
Even the children of the wealthy.
All the people out here in the Bush
Know that we're really the only ones
Who look  after them.
The so-called ,
“Real Government”
Doesn't actually administer this Area at all!
It's fallen into neglect.
We’re the Saviors
Of this No Man's Land.
Sure, we use terror
To achieve our objectives.
That's effective out  here.
People respond to fear.
Human Beings  don't necessarily
Listen to reason.
However,
We're not really “terrorists".
That word that was  made up
By  Wealthy, Westernized Elites.
Terrorism is not an IDEOLOGY.
It's just the most efficient way to rule.
As these Government officials
Go on Junkets
In  Paris, New York or Rome
And participate in Drunken Orgies
In Rio De Janeiro
And Bangkok.
We take care of  this area for them,
And  make it possible for them to do
Whatever  they want to do with their time.
We administer this area
While our these  corrupt "leaders"
Go out and have fun!
They should be grateful to us!
After all,
They don’t give really give a damn
About the people
Out here in the Bush.
They just think,
"Let those maniacs rule the Bush!"
"If the Whites know that there is Terrorism in Nigeria,"
"They'll give us lots of  money."
"To help us fight their war!"
See!
We're actually helping our
So-called "leaders
Get more money
By ruling this No Man's Land!
Then, they can go  play golf
With President Donald Trump,
Whore around in Rio De Janeiro
Or do
Whatever the hell they want to do.
"No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell."

------Carl Jung
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2017
Little earth is on the radar,
under the starry net.
Take a handful of soil,
only gauging a star’s gait.

Try once more can't do it
without the star above,
keeping a tab on the land,
on every birth and trait.
Jordan Rowan May 2016
Grab that cigarette and take another drag
Listen as the country shouts "Kill the fags"
Ain't that a drag
Well that ain't my bag

Did you see that video that's been circulating?
A cool customer got shot down for debating  
All he did was say
Something everyone's been saying

This place is crazy
And so are we
Freedom dies quickly
In the land of the free

Paranoia's a drug and it's getting contagious
I'd like some logic but that'd be outrageous
Why'd it take so long to say this?
First I had to get famous

So grab your lover and rest your head on their chest
But first you gotta check if they're the same sex
If so, move on to the next
Everyone else knows what's best
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2017
You need no hardware
across the zero’s span.
Only software will do
to land you a full
360-degree run.

A little null punch
but gives you
a colossal rise.
Run around the null
the way to go is digital!
AS Jul 27
The beauty of the land,
the enlightening scene.
The beauty which reflects within you and me.
Let's breathe it in,
I do not care if it is a sin.
To bask in the light of your scene,
evoke the motion to feel.
To reach out for what is real,
the shining of inspiration flows to see your home.
By the life that lives inside,
a electrifying sight.
The expression to fly to our dreams,
the passion to believe.


© 2018

Abigail Sheard
Bob O Malley's Wedding Reception - part one.


The front door of the Wagon Wheel bar explodes open to Ziggy Pop's "You Got a Lust for Life." Jack steps over the curb and vanishes into the dark doorway.

"HEY JACK, JACK DELLETO, the lanky bartender shouts over the din.

Delleto makes his way through the crowd over to the bar, extends his hand. They shake hands. "How the hell have you been, Snake?" Jack asks.

"Just great," Snake says. "Hey, you're lookin pretty fucken good for a dead man. I heard you fell off of a mountain."

"Who did you hear that from?" Jack wonders.

The bartender points across the room to where a man dressed in a pin stripped suit is swinging from one of the wagon wheel lights hanging from the ceiling.

"George! Shit, I heard he was in jail."

Snake hands Jack a shot of tequila. The men touch glasses and throw down the shots.

"How's the other George?" Jack asks.

"AA." Snake tells him.

"How about Tommy? You see him anymore?"

"Rehab."

"What about Robby?

Snake refills the glasses and they drink them. "He's livin in a nudist colony in California and he's got two wives and six children"

Jack looks across the room and sees a drunken Bob O'Malley trying to adjust the rose in the lapel of his black tuxedo. Satisfied it won't fall out O'Malley looks up at the man swinging from the lamp. "Quick, George, name man's greatest inventions!"

George shoots back, "Alcohol, tobacco, and the wheel."

Bob smiles and then suddenly jumps up on top of the bar, and although he is over six feet tall and weighs two hundred pounds, he demonstrates the grace and dexterity of a ballerina as he pirouettes  around and jumps over the shot glasses and beer bottles that clutter the bar.

Wedding guests lean back in their chairs as strangers, fearful of his gyrations, snatch their drinks from the bar. Bob fakes a slip as he dances along but he is always in control and never falters. Forty three year old Bob O'Malley is Jim Brown who dodges danger to score the winning touch down.

When he reaches the end of the bar, he jumps to the floor, pulls to aluminum lids from the ice box, and with one in each hand smacks them together like cymbals.

Some people clap but the bemused just stare.

In the back of the room at the wedding table the father of the bride leans over and whispers into his crying wife's ear, "If I had a terminal illness, I'd shoot Bob."

The bride raises a glass of champagne into the smoke filled air and Bob takes a bow but then heads for the kitchen at the other end of the room.

"Hey Bob," Jack Delleto shouts to the groom over the music.

O'Malley stops under a wagon wheel lamp and turns as Delleto steps into the dim circle of light. "Congratulations, you're a lucky guy, Bob. I mean that." Delleto offer his hand and they shake hands.

"Thanks, Mister Cool. You must be a rock star."

Jack takes off the sunglasses.

"TWO black eyes," Bob says astonished. "You know your nose is bleeding. What happened?" Bob wants to know.

Jack takes a handkerchief  from his back pocket, puts it over his nose, and squeezes tightly. "It's broken."

"What happened?" Bob asks again.

"Bill Wain."

"He turned pro didn't he?"

"He's 5 and 0. Felix thinks he a natural but he's nothing special. He out weighs me by 20 pounds. Hell, he couldn't even knock me down."

O'Malley shakes his head and then just smiles.

"She's beautiful," Jack tells Bob.

"Thanks Dell." O'Malley puts his hand on his friends shoulder and squeezes affectionately. He looks across the room at Theresa. "Yes, she is." Theresa's mother has stopped crying. The father just stares into the void.

"I 'm feeling real happy today." Bob O'Malley tells Delleto and then he looks away from his bride, passed the archway that divides the poolroom from the bar, and into the dark poolroom. With the light bulbs from the lamp above his head gleaming in his eyes, Bob seems to see something fleeting in a far distance. Slowly, a peculiar half smile forms showing his white uneven teeth.

Curious, Delleto turns his head to look into the darkness of the poolroom, too.

Bob looks down at Jack. "What are you starin at? " O Malley wonders.

"Do you hear them, Bob? Jack asks.

"Hear what?

"The shadows."

Puzzled , O'Malley asks, "What are you hearing, Jack?"

"Nothin," Delleto  succinctly tells his friend. "Nothin."

"A concussion," and Bob shakes his head. "You've probably got a concussion."

Now, Jack doesn't understand, but it does not matter because for a brief moment the two men have shared the same corner of darkness.

Bob says something to Paul Keater and Keater smiles broadly. He slides the rim of his Giant baseball cap to the side of his forehead and the two men disappear through the swinging kitchen door.
zebra Jul 26
there are women who love demons
you can see it in their eyes
like a sick hunger
silence in a straight jacket
smiling limbs on a pyre
starring entranced
whiskey blind
as if seeing an elephant in a crater
seduced to wander off half-naked into a bush of thorns
fingering barbed hooks for heroine kisses
women on fire who believe in nothing
except their ativistic compulsions

they are a burning land
beauty in ruin
ready for the slender whip
and black-toothed kisses
who giggle and then plunge into an abyss

i hold her like like a jaw holds teeth
Listen.
We're in control of this place!
We've taken charge
Of this No Man's Land.
We don't take orders
From the U.S. or the U.N.!
If you don't  comply with our interpretation of Sharia,
We'll simply blast you to bits!
Those who enter our area
Must  be deferential to us,
But,
Even if you try to placate us
And accede to our demands,
We will still be
Suspicious of You.
We call the shots around here,
But we don't feel obliged to
"Make sense",
Your Western ideas about
"Making Sense",
Don't  make any sense to us!
So, to hell with  all that nonsense!
If you want to lecture us about Human Rights,
Women's Rights,
Or the need for children to be educated
Give us a few million dollars first!
Then, we might be listen to you to your sermon
For a little while,
But,
If we get sick of listening to your message,
We might decide to kill you
Before you convert us
To your ideology!
All this Nonsense about
"Humanitarianism"
Is for the Children of the Rich
To study abroad!
That sort of idealism
Doesn't  make any sense out here in the Bush!
It's the most well-armed men
Who call the shots out here!
You might think that I sound like an actor
In a Hollywood Movie,
But it's a struggle for survival out here!
Do you think that we really ENJOY
This way of Life?
HELL NO!
We used to love to raise vegetables
As well as keeping
Chickens and goats,
But the rains are infrequent nowadays.
Our  vegetables wither and die,
And our herds  starve.
Kidnapping the President's Daughter,
And holding her for ransom
Is much easier
Than bothering with
"Agriculture".
We're  just taking  he spoiled girl off her parent's hands
For awhile.
If we don't take  her
She’ll just demand a BMW from parents
As well as lots enough money
For Tuition overseas.
So,
What difference does it make
If she blackmails her parents
Or we do?
Then,
They say we  like to gang-rape
Wealthy girls.
It's not  true!
That's  just  Western Propaganda
To brainwash people
So they won't take our Agenda seriously.
We don’t really do those sorts of things!
If the spoiled girl
Listens  to our side of the Story for a while,
We know that she will become our advocate
Rather than consenting to be
Our slave.
We aren't stupid people, you know?
We know how to make a good impression on  young women.
We simple focus directly
On getting exactly what we want
Rather than conforming to a bunch of stupid,
Arbitrary rules
That were designed
To keep us impoverished and subservient.
That kind of philosophy
Appeals to young people, you know?
Even to  the children of the wealthy.
All the people out here in the Bush
Know that we're really the only ones
Who look  after them.
The so-called ,
“Real Government”
Doesn't actually administer this area at all!
It's fallen into neglect.
We’re the Saviors
Of this No Man's Land.
Sure, we use terror
To achieve our objectives.
That's what is effective out  here.
People respond to fear.
Human Beings  don't necessarily
Listen to reason.
However,
We're not really “terrorists".
That word that was  made up
By  Wealthy, Westernized Elites.
Terrorism is not an IDEOLOGY.
It's just the most efficient way
To make sure people behave
While those Government officials
Go on Junkets
In  Paris, New York or Rome
And participate in Drunken Orgies
In Rio De Janeiro
And Bangkok.
We take care of  this area for them,
And enable  them
To do whatever  they want  with their time.
We administer this area
As our these  corrupt "leaders"
Go out and have fun!
They should be grateful to us!
After all,
They don’t give really give a damn
About the people
Out here in the Bush.
They just think,
"Let those maniacs rule the Bush!"
"If the Whites know that there is Terrorism in Nigeria,"
"They'll give us lots of  money."
"To help us fight their war!"
See!
We're actually helping our
So-called "leaders
Get more money
By ruling this No Man's Land for them!
Then, they can go  play golf
With President Donald Trump,
Whore around in Rio De Janeiro
Or do
Whatever the hell they want to do.
"No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell."

------Carl Jung
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