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I walk inside, and you turn to gimme a look, Look who's talkin', homie, why YOU with your holy book? I walk with pride, with dignity, I feel like I deserve it, You think I'm full with violence, but where's that in my worship? Jesus brought the bible, Moses brought the Torah, and Muhammad brought the Qur'an, All those came from Allah. I know one day you'll realize, the truth was in the Qur'an, But by then... It'll be too late, Imagine what you'll have to face, Your punishment, in the grave, That even the, snakes will hate, But then they gotta tell you, you really deserve it, And you still  say, that I'm talking B.S, You make me shut up, just because of what I say, But who'll go with you, in your grave, You won't be able to blame your mistakes on those who just faked, Did I not tell you, you were getting tricked? Your ribcage will tighten, All the people 'ready left, Why would they care, of the punishment you gotta face? This is just an intro, My friend: listen to what I gotta say, Hell will come into view, Screamin'; You wouldn't have deserved this, All you had to do was just worship, All you had to do, was show Allah he deserves it, All the love and respect, you just had to show it, Not believe those who said, religion don't deserve it, You said you're not an Atheist, or an Agnostic, You said you're not a Christian, why didn't you become a Muslim? All the things I told you, were for this day to come, I wanted to make you, somehow convert to Islam. Tell me: Do you crave that punishment? Then why the hell you ain't gon' listen? All I want is best for you, you just gotta pay attention, You call for me, I can't do one thin', You ain't callin' him, who gave you everythin', Homie, this ain't a fantasy, You can't go back in time, You can't fix all those things, You just said you had no time, To worship him who created you, But when I say this to you, you think that I'm insane, Pray for your next life, not your worldly fame, They came with the message, but you never accept it, you said you don't need it, But now you'd say you believed it, All you had to do was just worship, but now you don't deserve it, Don't tell me I never told you: Just become a Muslim, All those years I tried, told you, you really deserve it, Now you're shredding tears only full of blood,, Told you they ain't Islam, they were just F'N up, Told you I was peace, now what you gon' do, I always only wished, for what was best for you,   Violence is not Islam, Terrorists are not Muslims, All they wanna do, is use up all their bullets, Keep calm, 'cause I'm a Muslim, not a terrorist, Hurry up, it ain't too late, look into Islam, 'Cause I know, you don't deserve ir, You're so lucky, you have the truth in front of you, You just outta accept it.
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Did I Not Tell You...?
I walk inside, and you turn to gimme a look, Look who's talkin', homie, why YOU with your holy book? I walk with pride, with dignity, I feel like I deserve it, You think I'm full with violence, but where's that in my worship? Jesus brought the bible, Moses brought the Torah, and Muhammad brought the Qur'an, All those came from Allah. I know one day you'll realize, the truth was in the Qur'an, But by then... It'll be too late, Imagine what you'll have to face, Your punishment, in the grave, That even the, snakes will hate, But then they gotta tell you, you really deserve it, And you still  say, that I'm talking B.S, You make me shut up, just because of what I say, But who'll go with you, in your grave, You won't be able to blame your mistakes on those who just faked, Did I not tell you, you were getting tricked? Your ribcage will tighten, All the people 'ready left, Why would they care, of the punishment you gotta face? This is just an intro, My friend: listen to what I gotta say, Hell will come into view, Screamin'; You wouldn't have deserved this, All you had to do was just worship, All you had to do, was show Allah he deserves it, All the love and respect, you just had to show it, Not believe those who said, religion don't deserve it, You said you're not an Atheist, or an Agnostic, You said you're not a Christian, why didn't you become a Muslim? All the things I told you, were for this day to come, I wanted to make you, somehow convert to Islam. Tell me: Do you crave that punishment? Then why the hell you ain't gon' listen? All I want is best for you, you just gotta pay attention, You call for me, I can't do one thin', You ain't callin' him, who gave you everythin', Homie, this ain't a fantasy, You can't go back in time, You can't fix all those things, You just said you had no time, To worship him who created you, But when I say this to you, you think that I'm insane, Pray for your next life, not your worldly fame, They came with the message, but you never accept it, you said you don't need it, But now you'd say you believed it, All you had to do was just worship, but now you don't deserve it, Don't tell me I never told you: Just become a Muslim, All those years I tried, told you, you really deserve it, Now you're shredding tears only full of blood,, Told you they ain't Islam, they were just F'N up, Told you I was peace, now what you gon' do, I always only wished, for what was best for you,   Violence is not Islam, Terrorists are not Muslims, All they wanna do, is use up all their bullets, Keep calm, 'cause I'm a Muslim, not a terrorist, Hurry up, it ain't too late, look into Islam, 'Cause I know, you don't deserve ir, You're so lucky, you have the truth in front of you, You just outta accept it.
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A Hebrew Prayer from the Sabbath Morning Service THESE ARE THINGS that are limitless, of which a person enjoys the fruit of the world, while the principal remains in the world to come. They are: honoring one’s father and mother, engaging in deeds of compassion, arriving early for study, morning and evening, dealing graciously with guests,                                                        visiting the sick,                                                                               providing for the wedding couple, accompanying the dead for burial, being devoted in prayer, and making peace among people. But the study of Torah^ encompasses them all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I briefly considered editing, adding to, rephrasing this translation. But reconsidered almost immediately, and instead wrote this down. Among the things that are limitless perfect is this prayer.
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Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
THESE ARE THINGS that are limitless
The Talmud Teaches... With respect to his son, a father is obligated to circumcise him, to redeem him [if he is a firstborn], to teach him Torah, to marry him off, and to teach him a craft...he is also obligated to teach him to swim...(Kiddushin 29a) **lay awake when the house is silent, doing maths furiously in the head, sleeping can be keeping while doing my calculus, knowing in advance a conclusion comes coined in only two colors, black or red the question simple, did I meet my obligations? and your read the passage for the umpteenth time, and the same thought interferes as always, should the order not be reversed, the first thing to be fulfilled,** teach them to swim **based on experience life arrives in sequential, repeating waves, purposed to drown the weak with no pretending that waters, salt or sweet matters, so first order is business ought be survival preparation and** teach them to swim **if they can swim, stay afloat, then they can then comprehend the glory of distinguishing right over wrong, get their priorities straight, that saving others, especially those you placed on the starting line of life, is the first principle and overplants anything else when you** teach them to swim **my eyes see the tally, why, they are red! could it be lack of sleep? I am smiling when I am lying, teach them to swim always first, but not enough, one must do it well, well, and even then, better,  as all else will, from the well, follow, when you** teach them to swim 3:10am ~~~
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
The Obligations of a Father
The Talmud Teaches... With respect to his son, a father is obligated to circumcise him, to redeem him [if he is a firstborn], to teach him Torah, to marry him off, and to teach him a craft...he is also obligated to teach him to swim...(Kiddushin 29a) **lay awake when the house is silent, doing maths furiously in the head, sleeping can be keeping while doing my calculus, knowing in advance a conclusion comes coined in only two colors, black or red the question simple, did I meet my obligations? and your read the passage for the umpteenth time, and the same thought interferes as always, should the order not be reversed, the first thing to be fulfilled,** teach them to swim **based on experience life arrives in sequential, repeating waves, purposed to drown the weak with no pretending that waters, salt or sweet matters, so first order is business ought be survival preparation and** teach them to swim **if they can swim, stay afloat, then they can then comprehend the glory of distinguishing right over wrong, get their priorities straight, that saving others, especially those you placed on the starting line of life, is the first principle and overplants anything else when you** teach them to swim **my eyes see the tally, why, they are red! could it be lack of sleep? I am smiling when I am lying, teach them to swim always first, but not enough, one must do it well, well, and even then, better,  as all else will, from the well, follow, when you** teach them to swim 3:10am ~~~
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Ineffable nefarious taradiddle. The endless fable, and riddle, of Cain and Abel. One slew the other without a quiver. A man went from cinnamon to eerie evil. Labeled unstable and mentally disabled, Barely able to bounce back from being set adrift on a dark and ***** track. He turned his eyes to the Aurora, faced the same fate as ***** and Gomorrah, the most hated man in all the Torah. The father of ****** and maker of Pandora's box. He walked with what God had seen as a pox. Forever caught on this plane with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. Looking down, he felt stained and inhumane as he observed the world he caused so much pain, yet now, he is all that has remained sustained. Now again, he turns to the Aurora. He finds nothing but the sky's acid rain drip down across an unholy frown and a mark for a crown. He walks through each desert and town searching for someone holy to guide him back, but not a man is good as him now. Not a single man stands his height because he became a symbol for whats right. He seeks good according to God, not himself. Human kind is now much different, and his sin against his brother is now not the worst, despite the fact that it did come first.
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
The longest walk on Earth.
dedicated with hope to all of us Imagine a Human Family Picnic where everyone shows - from every sect and hue and nation - gathered at a common table. The Almighty swoops down to speak the  blessing: known to all from Torah, Q'uran and Gospels and countless other books of wisdom - author of our souls' aspirations. After supper the Holy One would call us to the sacrificial pyre.       *“Brothers, sisters and cousins,         images of your creator,         every unholy war         desecrates the face of God         and there is no other kind.         Cast your pride into the flames         and live together in peace!”* Obediently, we'd toss our pride into the fire, recoiling from its smoldering stench. The Lion would lie down to preen the Lamb's fleece and Universal Love, released from her chains, would walk  free in every land. August, 2006
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
Human Family Picnic
at 9, my father took me to confess. i crossed myself and stepped into the closet-like space. "bless me, father, for I have sinned." at 10, my mother took me to church. baptist. southern. the pastor spit venom from his pulpit. they taught me to fear god and live my life through christ. at 15, my friend took me to her synagogue. i sat with her family as her sister recited text from the torah. we celebrated her bat mitzvah. held her high on a chair. at 17, my best friend took me to mosque. we washed our feet and dressed in tunics and prayed towards mecca and recited words from the koran. we were placed behind the men. the same pattern was played, over and over again. swear to whatever god owned that shrine that you would give your life for him. and make no mistake, because by divine reason, it is a him. and always, always, always, get down on your knees. and pray. i remember thinking every ********* time that prostitutes and disciples seemed awfully alike. and then i thought, "they're probably right about god being male."
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 6:58 PM UTC
prostitutes and disciples and pastors giving apples
the plants I use for trauma are **** and aya but the feds who are not aware of God who values Equity think their 'views' are superior to the Torah the Tanakh, The Old Testament and the Good Book. God gave us all the herbs and all the plants he created the seed he created the sun he created water He is the God of the Hapless, the Widow, the Orphan He is the God of Equity who do the Feds/ Cops/ Gov think they are ?? to interfere with Gods laws? I tried to get **** to get rid of my trauma the ops that ***** me made sure my **** was laced with Fetanal No thanks it does not stabalise my moods to spray a Sacred Healing Plant with noxious addictive and dangerous chemicals It is infuriating being ripped off again, and again, and again, and again, again and again. God never gave noxious chemicals in Genesis, he didn't create Fetanal or what ever 'rat poison' they sent this whistleblower I do know how vice squad operate they control vice like Priests pimped kids who had 'fallen' fallen meant they got ***** 'once' so now they hoes.... God cried tooo you would cry too if it happened to you
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Sep 24, 2022
Sep 24, 2022 at 9:25 AM UTC
Will to heal
The 8 Days of Hanukkah On the first day of Hanukkah, my rabbi gave to me - A Torah portion that I can't read. On the second day of Hanukkah, my rabbi gave to me - Two loaded bagels and a Torah portion that I can't read. On the third day of Hanukkah, my rabbi gave to me - Three spinning dreidls, two loaded bagels, and a Torah portion that I can't read. On the fourth day of Hanukkah, my rabbi gave to me - Four Shabbos goyim, three spinning dreidls, two loaded bagels, and a Torah portion that I can't read. On the fifth day of Hanukkah, my rabbi gave to me - FIVE Maccabeats, four Shabbos goyim, three spinning dreidls, two loaded bagels, and a Torah portion that I can't read. On the sixth day of Hanukkah, my rabbi gave to me - Six mohels brissing, FIVE Maccabeats, four Shabbos goyim, three spinning dreidls, two loaded bagels, and a Torah portion that I can't read. On the seventh day of Hanukkah, my rabbi gave to me - Seven Jews a-kvetching, six mohels brissing, FIVE Maccabeats, four Shabbos goyim, three spinning dreidls, two loaded bagels, and a Torah portion that I can't read. On the eighth day of Hanukkah, my rabbi gave to me - 8 burning candles, seven Jews a-kvetching, six mohels brissing, FIVE Maccabeats, four Shabbos goyim, three spinning dreidls, two loaded bagels, and a Torah portion that I can't read.....
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Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
The Eight Days of Hanukkah
Tripped out blackened falling past back through the CRACKs again Blasted wasted all of it tasted so FRESH again I am who I say I am, but what am eYe? Perception, damnation, ascension, redemption Falling, falling, rising, writhing in the light the serpent tWiZtS Like a DNA double no triple quintuple helix outside the bounds Imagine the sounds, can you expound on the downtime? Know what I'm saying if it's not clear to you I question the norm and fall back into you Am I insane? What is sane? To feel pain? Or to ignore it all, fall, fall, only to rise, the skies have opened up and spilled their seed upon the ground Sounds like Chaos. I'll make it. Peace. Equanimity. Balance. Words have power, but we give it to them. A serpent could just as easily be a dove. Vibrate. Ommmmmmm. Sanskit. Hebrew. Who knew? Enochian keys and Christian disease. Why do they believe? Because they're scared and it's all they have to turn to. They are given no other options. Open your ******* MINDS. Question authority. Think for yourselves. Nobody else can tell you what is true. There are no authorities, we just let them boss us around. **** hierarchy. I'm a monkey, you're monkey. Just because we can string words together doesn't mean they make sense. Just because you write something on paper doesn't make it true. Change is good. Any change would be welcome in this stagnant society. Hey, look, that kid can spell deoxyribonucleic acid. He must be smart. Don't believe it. Cost effective ******** **** Newspeak. Why are you letting them take away your freedoms? Are you really that insecure? **** the police state mentality. You don't have to listen to those people. Don't listen to me either. Listen to yourselves, your inner voice. You know what is right. Man's law is not God's law, and the Bible, the Koran, the Torah, these are all MAN's words, twisting the eternal truth into chains to bind you to their ways. **** that. You will not find God in a book. Think. Question. Go off the deep end. Lose your ego. Don't be afraid to experiment. That cliff is waiting, jump, jump, JUMP, you won't fall, you'll fly, oh **** they fell for it, you're falling, you're falling, you're ******* FLYING, wings, and it's all all right now, ain't it, off across the Universe to better brighter things, ******* words limit the conveyance of the true message, but it's all right, you'll get there, just forget everything you know, and BAM! it's right there. Free your mind. Be. Om. Words lie. Truth is.
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
Synchratic Something or (_)ther
Tripped out blackened falling past back through the CRACKs again Blasted wasted all of it tasted so FRESH again I am who I say I am, but what am eYe? Perception, damnation, ascension, redemption Falling, falling, rising, writhing in the light the serpent tWiZtS Like a DNA double no triple quintuple helix outside the bounds Imagine the sounds, can you expound on the downtime? Know what I'm saying if it's not clear to you I question the norm and fall back into you Am I insane? What is sane? To feel pain? Or to ignore it all, fall, fall, only to rise, the skies have opened up and spilled their seed upon the ground Sounds like Chaos. I'll make it. Peace. Equanimity. Balance. Words have power, but we give it to them. A serpent could just as easily be a dove. Vibrate. Ommmmmmm. Sanskit. Hebrew. Who knew? Enochian keys and Christian disease. Why do they believe? Because they're scared and it's all they have to turn to. They are given no other options. Open your ******* MINDS. Question authority. Think for yourselves. Nobody else can tell you what is true. There are no authorities, we just let them boss us around. **** hierarchy. I'm a monkey, you're monkey. Just because we can string words together doesn't mean they make sense. Just because you write something on paper doesn't make it true. Change is good. Any change would be welcome in this stagnant society. Hey, look, that kid can spell deoxyribonucleic acid. He must be smart. Don't believe it. Cost effective ******** **** Newspeak. Why are you letting them take away your freedoms? Are you really that insecure? **** the police state mentality. You don't have to listen to those people. Don't listen to me either. Listen to yourselves, your inner voice. You know what is right. Man's law is not God's law, and the Bible, the Koran, the Torah, these are all MAN's words, twisting the eternal truth into chains to bind you to their ways. **** that. You will not find God in a book. Think. Question. Go off the deep end. Lose your ego. Don't be afraid to experiment. That cliff is waiting, jump, jump, JUMP, you won't fall, you'll fly, oh **** they fell for it, you're falling, you're falling, you're ******* FLYING, wings, and it's all all right now, ain't it, off across the Universe to better brighter things, ******* words limit the conveyance of the true message, but it's all right, you'll get there, just forget everything you know, and BAM! it's right there. Free your mind. Be. Om. Words lie. Truth is.
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Ban the burka or the bomb? Ban the turban or the gun? Ban the Bible or the gore? Ban the Torah or the war? Ban religion, ban belief Ban San Frontièrs, ban relief Ban the poets, ban free speech Ban the people born to teach Ban the children, ban the old Ban the meek and ban the bold Ban the weakest, ban the strong Ban the music, ban the song Ban the freedom of the sea Ban ideals of liberty Ban your birthright, ban free will Ban excitement, ban the thrill Ban all things with no misgiving Ban the joyous gift of living.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
Ban the Burka
I've never read The Torah, but I'm reasonably sure it is a travel guide for a desert getaway. I've never dreamed of red headed priestesses who can move their hips like cement mixers. They probably have sharp teeth and slender fingers. I always thought that the cosmos would bend down to give me a dap. It still may. I'm full of dark and weird judgement. All for you. Sometimes the darkness wanes while the weirdness lingers.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Prologue To An Epitaph
It's time to get new glasses I can't see right when I read A stronger pair of readers That's exactly what I need I just rented a movie I was appalled at what was on I was getting ready for an epic But, boy, was I wrong I wanted to be enlightened To watch a film that touched my heart But, I knew from the first scene That I was wrong right from the start I need to get new glasses It will make it easier to see And from the mistake with this old movie It will save embarrassment to me I wanted rabbis and bah mitzvahs And the Torah and good news but, I got a **** shark movie Not one about the JEWS!!
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 7:04 PM UTC
I need new glasses
Joseph's sons are still in Egypt All is not fulfilled as yet The elder child, Manasseh calls himself a Christian these days and still seems mightier than Ephraim as foreseen by Israel but has this small problem keeping Father's commandments having been suckled on papal leaven with that false gospel girlfriend he likes to call prosperity ... I'd rather remain a gentile, thanks Invite me to the wedding I'll come visit every Sukkot He really needs his younger brother to come of age and stop fussing ... to stop copy-catting Judah and feed Yeshua's lost sheep from that double redeemer's portion Jacob blessed him with ... that which speaks of BenDavid and the keeping of true Torah which is the tittles and jots 'Jesus' said would remain a blessing till all is fulfilled till His Torah shines forth from Zion once again Jealous Judah awaits him too Prays each day the prodigal will come home and tell him who Meshiach is There really are no Gentiles or Greeks except in diaspora No, not even Jesus freaks Just a faithful, obedient remnant in Jacob's trouble going to the promised land
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 8:38 PM UTC
Israel's Right Hand
They tried to bury Yahushua Alef Tav behind a nice Platonic, less Jewish facade Renamed Him Jesus the Alpha Omega and chanted many HEP HEP Hoorahs ... beside His feminist-friendly god/mother to the tune of many hail Marys even freed Him from His own Torah despite "think not I came to replace it" But see, He's risen now from every holy papal place from every charismatic falsity that preached pew-warming prosperity He's restoring Israel not gentiledom... one lost sheep at a time back into twelve chaste tribes just as she was under Sinai's hupa before the separation He's elbowing aside modern pharisees who refuse to know Moses and therefore can't know Him or follow His commandments who really aren't into feeding lost sheep Egyptians hate sheep It reminds them of plagues Leaven goes better with bacon
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC
Gentile Pharisees
“Thy people shall be my people”                                           -Ruth 1:16 Smoke rises here from foul Gehenna’s fires Fires set by souls twisted like cold barbed wire Sole argument of ideologies Strung geometrically from hate to hate Smoke rises here; soft ashes fall as death Torah, Mishnah, and Gemera – and us For without the Word and the People Israel We are but wraiths, and darkly blown about O Israel! You are the broom tree in the wilderness The Tree of Life who shelters all with love You are the tent of Sarah and Abraham And we are blessed who find refuge in you
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
The Tree of Life has Many Branches
He never taught me how to perform the art of the jump-shot. I simply watched. He would dribble down the clumsy circle of our carport, back up behind the exomaed bicycle and detach his body from the world, against gravity’s insistent pull and fade into a legend, his wrist becoming a swan pecking toward the sun. He never taught me how to arc a blade, the gripping bite of a razor, against my cheek. I simply watched. He would lather his face with foam and I sat conversing with him as the blade giddily glided, graceful as a demi-god reaping the crop of auburn from his then young face. When I tried, as a teenager, I nicked my upper lip and only harvested my own blood. When he grilled, he flipped the meat like an ace of spades, magic in his wrist revealed. When he drove, his hands and feet became extensions of the car. When he drove a bus, his eyes sought all angles of the road, chatoyant caution in the flicker of his iris. When he fiddled with our old, beaten, mellow-toned guitar he was articulate though he never knew a chord’s name nor what song erupted from him. He read the Bible, but kept the gospel in his eyes, at the tip of his green thumb. He read the Koran, the Torah, the words of Gotham. I read how he sought truth, beauty, in all people. I simply watched him traverse the dividing line between saint and stubborn, between sinner and relinquish. If there was ever a man after some God’s heart, he was one who asked questions and lived into the answers. He kept his hands clean, kept his chin high and mind was always lofty and companioned with a world of dreams. He would often stare out windows sitting at the dinner table, and I knew he was living into a prayer. I never asked what he was doing, never asked how to do what he could do. What my Father taught me was to listen to my own inner voice, no other’s, and if I wanted to be a man, I was to simply watch what a man did for that spoke a language more fluid than air.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
What my Father Taught Me
He never taught me how to perform the art of the jump-shot. I simply watched. He would dribble down the clumsy circle of our carport, back up behind the exomaed bicycle and detach his body from the world, against gravity’s insistent pull and fade into a legend, his wrist becoming a swan pecking toward the sun. He never taught me how to arc a blade, the gripping bite of a razor, against my cheek. I simply watched. He would lather his face with foam and I sat conversing with him as the blade giddily glided, graceful as a demi-god reaping the crop of auburn from his then young face. When I tried, as a teenager, I nicked my upper lip and only harvested my own blood. When he grilled, he flipped the meat like an ace of spades, magic in his wrist revealed. When he drove, his hands and feet became extensions of the car. When he drove a bus, his eyes sought all angles of the road, chatoyant caution in the flicker of his iris. When he fiddled with our old, beaten, mellow-toned guitar he was articulate though he never knew a chord’s name nor what song erupted from him. He read the Bible, but kept the gospel in his eyes, at the tip of his green thumb. He read the Koran, the Torah, the words of Gotham. I read how he sought truth, beauty, in all people. I simply watched him traverse the dividing line between saint and stubborn, between sinner and relinquish. If there was ever a man after some God’s heart, he was one who asked questions and lived into the answers. He kept his hands clean, kept his chin high and mind was always lofty and companioned with a world of dreams. He would often stare out windows sitting at the dinner table, and I knew he was living into a prayer. I never asked what he was doing, never asked how to do what he could do. What my Father taught me was to listen to my own inner voice, no other’s, and if I wanted to be a man, I was to simply watch what a man did for that spoke a language more fluid than air.
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In all Holy Books and all Holy Scriptures Revenge for revenge is the verdict of God In all crimes sins and such other fixtures One has a right to reciprocate as per Lord Life for life tooth for tooth and eye for eye In The Torah The Bible and The Holy Quran From the lowest of earth and up to the sky From every darkest night till enlightened dawn The rule of law for any loss is to abide, follow However forgiveness is needed and desired Man being victim of his instinct and hollow At times just by Satan being reared and fired Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
The Vengeance
after Yona Wallach (1944-1985) Let's have it! I came for the show! Strip the Torah to its essence where not one word can hide caress it with your Yad singing in a lovers voice an ancient burlesque and when it's done and dressed again parade it dancing through the congregation a fitting encore to a fine performance as we almost fall over each other to touch it slipping spiritual dollars into its belt the temperatures rising like a finished prayer that even makes the Malachim sweat in their heavenly heights.
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
The Sacred & The Profane
gonna speak the words that quake the christian that crucify the jew, it’s gonna bar the torah, build bridges upon the hindu, god and great power, war of mortal where is your father, your creator, mother, blesser, such sub-deity, such inferior, man manifests God, constructs the divinity to self satisfy, I speak no lie, speak no truth, just the way of our weakness, just another lost boy conveying, just a repetition rerunning, solving nothing, just an artist poetic playing out the crumbs of ideas long lost and reborn, living on reincarnated everliving, just a philosopher readvising, just god in meek human skin, just no one, another voice, another name, I’m just you, and we are we
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Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
I Dabble in Life, Death, and Reason
ive heard that to be a better writer you have to read at least as much as you write but you cant sit around and read fanfiction written by a 12 year old and expect to be the next john green you have to read pretty good books to have better writing i think ill read the holy bible and the quran and the torah and any popular religious texts because if they have gained billions of dedicated followers world wide they must be pretty good
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC
Reading Books