"saud" poems
oh such few words are minded,
no bravery apart
from the homosexuals
as skeletons in the chronicles of Narnia
being discovered among
the skeletons of tyrannosaurus rex
making a bed with its wheelchair able
paws - and the flag of the Cymru
fire-breathing turtles before excavation
and the myths of the mandarin too;
now tell me the sub-human plot with the
Normans when the anglo-sax reigned
to teach me to unlearn english
to avoid assimilation,
like you taught your former colonial subjects
to integrate and to alievate keeping assimilation:
which you taught to unlearn the mother's
tongue and learn a discrimination
against furthering the multi-cultural project...
which you taught to integrate and
keep at loss a sacred soul of never assimilating
akin to jew...integrate i must,
assimilate i care not for should i be totally
albino or asserting bleached with peace:
albino oder beteuern gebleicht mit frieden.
integrate i must to utilise the coinage
but to assimilate i must turn into a reggae african
with roots in the Caribbean than the Ivory Coast...
and god willing i will not claim to be
an arab's brother to settle karma over
uplifting the curse over Mecca with ibn Saud's
clock-tower; burn!!!
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
when i heard about it,
when i heard of “free art:”
i thought of free bread and wine,
and celtic sirens,
i laughed though... you made the earth
so ******* boring we all wanted to become astronauts.
when art became free we tried to moralise
drinking wine (as a portent of richness)
and eating bread (as a portent of the russian revulsion),
i bought my art.. and waited for the ones who
discouraged it complaining buying their bread “well fed.”
the celtic sirens hung on though, singing softer and softer
but more prone to the acid tongues dragging the democrats into
a hope of kings and village kindred elders,
but i still didn’t hope for free artistry that was akin to circus,
caged the gypsy have i?
i have, but i did not warrant free food or free aquas of variation,
i simplified freeing the demands with the demands freed into excess,
well... if i were kingly i’d still have provided free bread and wine
rather than music and the curbing the excesses of lyricists;
making music free just discouraged all originality, all creativity,
it just became a realism of a struggled acting -
i feel cheated having missed the antics of britannia in
the 1960's and '70's like it was greek and roman without
the epileptics of watching a documentary on trans-sexualisation
of brazilians and ******** disco to gag on an excess of flashy lights
just to sell lipstick... and have these quasi-epileptic shivers
without having an opposing opinion to counter the freely stated & fluxed.
i guess my convulsions were due to the fact that the men
didn’t call it either homosexuality nor trans-sexuality,
and that i was actually looking at two dodos talking, meaning
i was seeing the extinction of the human race through the ****
meaning i was watching the knights templar idol, baphomet,
realised 2000 years after the crucifixion in that crown of thorn dreams,
perfected in thailand... of all places;
that actually beats the identification of ibn saud as the dajjal,
moving further east of mecca than riyadh and
the assassination attempt within the framework of muhammad’s hadith of ‘no entry’ into mecca by the dajjal.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
there are times
when the thoughts
float through my head,
of you,
and I picture your face as it glows
but from a place of distance
---like it wasn't
less
than
a
week
ago
that we ended almost 4 years of love in close proximity
--- instead,
it's been 6 months,
and with some distance on the pain,
rationality has processed all aspects of the break
and twisted the Rubix cube of my life back into its
solid reds, blues, greens, and yellows.
however,
as my concentration slips in the early evening,
this distance is replaced with what feels like a soft,
slow-motion punch
---not just to the gut,
but through the gut,
twisting my intestines into knots of withdrawal,
my eyes drooping from
AlErT
to
"why does it feel like I've had a death in the family?"
it's like clockwork;
I have a window to work with
each and every morning,
but by 4 PM if I'm caught mid......
-sentence..... in my....
textbook.....
"A History of the Modern Middle East",
my stomach dropping
like
global oil prices
in the 1960's
under the tutelage
of the
Saudi King
Faysal,
every word I read bounces off my irises
like they were tennis *****
and I'm playing squash with the pages.
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
Donald J. Trump:
Say what you will, but
He’s the only guy out there
Asking the obvious questions,
Common sense questions like
*“Why don’t Japan, South Korea &
The House of Saud, pay the USA for
Defending them militarily?”*
We sustain their political status quo,
We put boots on their ground, &
We provide them gold-plated munitions of
Mass Devastation
(like Mass Destruction only worse.)
What do we get? Bupkis, as in
“Bupkis Mit Kaduchas"
באָבקעס מיט קדחת
Translating roughly to
*“Shivering **** *****
The 2016 election truly highlights
A profound social shift taking shape,
A demographic division, similar to what
The 1960s called the Generation Gap.
Trump is anathema to most of our
Over-indulged, Millennial offspring;
Our privileged kids, a cohort of Americans children
Reared by blue-collar but college-educated parents,
Those of us who busted *** for our
Bourgeois lifestyle & discrete charm.
We were the Flower Children of the 60s.
We left Yasgur’s farm on a
Hallucinogenic carpet high but rudely
Crash-landed, a consequence of
Altamont Speedway,
Gasoline queues & shortages, &
Years of bipolar economics,
Replete with spinning gerbil wheel of
Double-digit inflation.
We went to work.
We got our **** together.
We settled down.
We gentrified.
Our kids?
They tell their friends they are house sitting,
But the place is the house they grew up in &
Their parents still live there.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
what, merchant of Mecca
and the bride of Dubai?
how's that going to work
with ibn Saud?
oh right... sting's desert rose single
will claim the camels were
all sing-along singing with excess
phlegm cursing god for the sandstorm
which man defined to exist glorifying
the variations of the communicative
spirit... make democracy by creating
symbols to silence the numbers by creating
phonetic encoding...
so that muscles turn to fat.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
so narrow minded, so foolish and dumb, how can you think, that you are someone, more special than others, above or superior, when in fact, you are extremely inferior. there are those in this world, who could easily outsmart you, could exceed beyond you, if they merely tried to. yet you think you're better, for such a strang reason, one i cant comprehend, one i cannot believe in. your morals are twisted, distorted and mangled, to have your beliefs, your mind must be tangled, with incorrect concepts, with selfish thoughts, for growing up, you have been taught, that right is wrong, and wrong is right, that its ok to judge by site, that somehow a man you've never met, is automatically below you because of standards set, by ignorant ppl, eho saud that men, are not equals, by their color of skin.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
A ship of Saud was sank, a ship of Saud went down
Warm up for the 2nd Seal, The Red Horse will be around
-
So keep your heads stuck in the sand, your stupid ***** cover up
Use your shield of faith...drink WRATH from the Golden Cup
-
You followed Dusty Rhoades, you'll follow him to Hell
Prophecy ignored, you should have known and known **** well
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
No one knows his exact time with Fate, no one but God-
Though every life I read about makes me O' so very saud.
In that very moment that I begin to ask God why as I begin to pray,
He quiets my soul and refreshes my heart "Shhh-It was there time, there moment of day".
Tho re-assured that God is Omnipotent and all knowing He knows why they are gone,
And though it doesn't make it right even through this He will become glorified and by Him Granting Serenity is how His people stay strong.
By: Maggie Lopez-Lavalle
Written: July 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
Raids, rockets, guns, slaughter
any way to **** my friends’ daughters, my friends’ brothers, my friends’ mothers, my friends’ fathers.
I see your ash covered faces, I see your blood streaming, I see your tears dropping. I see your still bodies unprotected, I see your bullet covered corpses lying flat, I see your open wounds throbbing
Calling on you to keep fighting. Urging you to continue shouting. Begging you to carry on uniting.
I’m here for you in a hidden place until we meet. You’ve been there for me in Gaza’s streets.
Like our beloved Prophet, you’re suffering so
Yet you keep giving us a martyrdom show.
I remember you. I’m obliged not to eat. It’s Ramadan you know and it’ll end with a feast. But my dear friends will be missing at the table. I’ll be missing too but not because I’m gone. Because I’ll be standing up holding my Palestinian friends’ hands until the morning’s dawn.
Devils with legs, Satans with money...
How dare you try to smother our faith, ruin my friends’ homes, steal their three-shaded bands.
Who do you think you are? King of Iran? You’d do better to follow the Quran.
At least be a real Jew, at least be a real Christian, at least be a real Muslim. Netanyahu, Obama, Al Saud.
You heard me! Does your God approve of your devil worship? Does your God approve of your insanity? Does your God approve of your missing heart?
Just because you hate the truth - The Power it has – Its power to positively change the world. To stop you in your tracks. Don’t take that out on me. I AM THEM in a different part of the world. Like them, I AM HUMAN.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
No way would you bulldoze yourself. No way would you set fire on yourself. No way would you drop bombs on yourself. So why do this to my friends? Why do this to me?
Listen! My oppressed friends are dying and much of the world is crying. The planet Earth is quickly frying.
Do you not see…"Palestine is the Issue." Thank you Imam Asi.
My dear friends facing great oppression - I will not turn my head away. My soul will not act as though you don’t matter. As though you don’t exist. As though I don’t care. I do! I’m bleeding too and I feel for you. I extend my hand and give you Salam. I embrace you - in your time of urgent need, in your time of struggle.
LONG LIVE PALESTINE! LONG LIVE MY OPPRESSED FRIEND!
By: Najwa Kareem
July 9, 2015
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 12:01 PM UTC
Raids, rockets, guns, slaughter
any way to **** my friends’ daughters, my friends’ brothers, my friends’ mothers, my friends’ fathers.
I see your ash covered faces, I see your blood streaming, I see your tears dropping. I see your still bodies unprotected, I see your bullet covered corpses lying flat, I see your open wounds throbbing
Calling on you to keep fighting. Urging you to continue shouting. Begging you to carry on uniting.
I’m here for you in a hidden place until we meet. You’ve been there for me in Gaza’s streets.
Like our beloved Prophet, you’re suffering so
Yet you keep giving us a martyrdom show.
I remember you. I’m obliged not to eat. It’s Ramadan you know and it’ll end with a feast. But my dear friends will be missing at the table. I’ll be missing too but not because I’m gone. Because I’ll be standing up holding my Palestinian friends’ hands until the morning’s dawn.
Devils with legs, Satans with money...
How dare you try to smother our faith, ruin my friends’ homes, steal their three-shaded bands.
Who do you think you are? King of Iran? You’d do better to follow the Quran.
At least be a real Jew, at least be a real Christian, at least be a real Muslim. Netanyahu, Obama, Al Saud.
You heard me! Does your God approve of your devil worship? Does your God approve of your insanity? Does your God approve of your missing heart?
Just because you hate the truth - The Power it has – Its power to positively change the world. To stop you in your tracks. Don’t take that out on me. I AM THEM in a different part of the world. Like them, I AM HUMAN.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
No way would you bulldoze yourself. No way would you set fire on yourself. No way would you drop bombs on yourself. So why do this to my friends? Why do this to me?
Listen! My oppressed friends are dying and much of the world is crying. The planet Earth is quickly frying.
Do you not see…"Palestine is the Issue." Thank you Imam Asi.
My dear friends facing great oppression - I will not turn my head away. My soul will not act as though you don’t matter. As though you don’t exist. As though I don’t care. I do! I’m bleeding too and I feel for you. I extend my hand and give you Salam. I embrace you - in your time of urgent need, in your time of struggle.
LONG LIVE PALESTINE! LONG LIVE MY OPPRESSED FRIEND!
By: Najwa Kareem
July 9, 2015
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC
aww...
'cos' mom'z
was a big spender:
and her *******
"grund"-wert-von-
ein-sohn-gehalten-fehlt?!
who: the pitty pitty boy now?
*jeffrey, i don't know,
what's you take on
single frame nudes versus ****
am i jerking off a statue,
or defining fine art?*
this third party teenage crap
is not getting me off
most people talk about...
me? i see one slice of the cake
i'd like to keep the slice,
and not fall prey to the
proverb: you can't have your cake
and eat it...
presume me arab spring...
but getting to the true norse
and the eskimo is not allowed
given the madness of these people...
true sir,
because what arab, in the known
history of the world
ever invited
a second ice age,
inviting the north men
to you realm of affairs,
simply because:
beneath your feat run the rivers of
dinosaur murk...
#welcome...
i've seen this advert...
he thongs he thongs his way like
a caesar?!
oh, ha ha!
ha ha, he he, ha, ha!
he knows what he fears,
and what he fears is not that he
fears it...
what he fears is already in his dreams,
and what he fears is falling
asleep, with a luggage
of dreams...
lucky for me:
most of the time,
i dream of the void.
how about this grand prince:
#hisasstowherehecamefrom...
how's that for a youtube advert?
ever eaten a lilac mushroom,
prince?
ever asked as to
why an anorexic girl might receive
her appetite back, after drinking
three cups of coffee, spoon of sugar,
two teaspoons of double cream?
so may i ask...
why does the serpent
have no eyelids,
and his most removed cousin,
the spy, that's the cat,
share his pupil's dilation...
even a man with no
money can compete with your
pleasures...
among ******
and no, harem, attached...
crown prince,
donning a crown of ten hourglasses...
but only one klepsydra...
tell me the difference, crown prince,
what is water to sand?
even Muhammad
pointed to the east of Mecca and
Medina, which i now have to
call for him: Riyadh...
grape and blind in one eye
bulging...
i simply say: ibn-Saud: diabetic...
and two eyes bulging:
a cube of ice... sugar sweet
Kaaba(h): camel makes the load:
or grunts, disagrees...
like those Bangladeshi prisoners
of Kuwait... or what... Sssssssssssýriā?
your partriarch said: from
the east...
nicht, in, mein, land!
a to tak dla przygody: moi brateńku...
- nie, w, mojej, ziemi! -
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
Gaza, almighty Gaza
where are you
to the wind
have you returned
Gaza, almighty Gaza
Will you be our next bird
to fly us up again
or down to underneath the ground
where bodies lay flat
Gaza, almighty Gaza
where are the shades of the earth
with you
they sparkle
refusing to stop shining
Gaza, almighty Gaza
your limbs with bones like the worlds
our hands like yours, his, and hers
cockroaches aren't what we see
when we see plain, beautiful human anatomy
Gaza, almighty Gaza
thoughts of you
fill our hearts
with tears
and sweat
Gaza, almighty Gaza
we love you so
we lament
that you have helped us to see
what we couldn't see before
Gaza, almighty Gaza
keep everybody in the town and outside of it
knowing each other
walking together
working in unity
resisting as one
Gaza, almighty Gaza
run, run, run
faster and better than
your palm trees' leaves dancing to the sunlight's tease
Gaza, almighty Gaza
go knock on Baital Al Haram's door
to ask it to knock on your Al-Aqsa door
so its worshippers and occupants and the globe's will be set free
Gaza, almighty Gaza
we let you down
but now are we
on the right track
what did you say
Gaza, almighty Gaza
the guy, the security guard in Target
I think like you said
we need to strategize, be proactive
not just blacks coming together
or some from this group coming together
or some others here and there
Gaza, almighty Gaza
what did you say
the guy, the security guard in Target
everyone or many from all over the world
need to come together
and all of us work and strategize
Gaza, almighty Gaza
what did you say
Your words remind me of Mecca in what we know as Saudi Arabia
you know it, yeh, talks even about it in the news in the past few days
where people from all over the world congregate
for the pilgrimage
but its colonized
Gaza, almighty Gaza
what did you say
You sound like
the Quranic scholar, Imam Asi
he reminded us of what GOD'S last and final Prophet prioritized and did
Liberate Mecca
Mecca is the heart and the soul of the Muslims,
of the oppressed people of the world
Gaza, almighty Gaza
what did you say
do what the best human did for all humans
turn to Mecca
turn to Medina
turn towards The Kaaba
turn to Masjid Al-Nabawi
Gaza, almighty Gaza
what did you say
Liberate Mecca
from the confiscation of Bani Saud
from the corrupt power centers
internally and externally
Gaza, almighty Gaza
what did you say
Liberate Mecca
when we become the moving parts of Mecca
nation state barriers and boundaries
are going to go
colonialism, imperialism, fascism, racism
and their destruction and poison
will go
will harm us no more
Gaza, almighty Gaza
your horrific pains and startling cries
will lift us up again
and like a mountain's roar
we'll go wild
to end injustice and oppression
to manifest freedom and peace
Gaza, almighty Gaza
we'll go wild
listening to our Highest Priority, GOD
listening to His Final Prophet and Messenger
listening to our world's people
and listening to you
By: Najwa Kareem
Jun 26, 2024
Jun 26, 2024 at 7:47 PM UTC