Seasons come and go,
But the earth abides forever –
As aged as the gods
That cradle her
In their trembling palms
So in the world,
Men come and go,
Burnt out from their lust
For the earth,
Faint from their struggles
With the gods.
Yet some find wisdom
To stamp their shaky feet
Deep in the sands of time.
And so shall this ivory me abide
When I’m gone,
To whisper to my posterity
The woes of our time.
The Somalidoggodafricanamericanstringblackdicktyingwomen.
The Beautiful Somali woman
My aunt: Hibo was in the air force
was in the police force
and her husband is from
.....
"What's the happen"?
her son, suffers from
something like
Narcissist, JLO
She is a Narcist
and her son Ahmed
homeless, in prison and
drinking in the the floor
Iilowdaa,
I was watching television
and she called me: Hibo
I broke my back
my sister Fawsia
is a social worker
My son, the one married now to a Bosnian
and the other who has a good Job
Hinda and I talked when she in Beligium
and me in Holland, the Netherlands
and we talked about her chronic illness
Alocholism, and I told her, I will send her book
and I hung up the phone, by pressing the button
on the phone, Hinda called me back and I told
her you have a chronic illness.
She is in England now and lives in a nice neighbourhood
and her sons are in the US, studying and working.
Their father " he's not a go getter" is in Ethopia
And Poole, is there now telling him what his
probelm is, and why Hindi did not love him
or any other man.
Poole told him many times that she does like
men who are Somali Christian
because they are not fun, do not drink, do not go to parties
and call women whores.
I told my spiritual partner that I am,
and I am, I am
and he was confused about my religion
and I told him I was Somali, and he was
accepting
I told my husband now that, that he had to covert
and he didn't care
I have an aunt, she is funny, and nice
to talk to, my mom friend, she says she is illetrate
or my mom tells me that
She is Turkish and my mom does not know
and She is in Syria ans loves her friends
My aunt Hibo has her friends, Iraqis,
and she wants to have a beauty product Regina
Asha, my unlcle and her use to party together
and she use to go the beach with us
and she took us an illusionist
My aunt Hibo and her family are rich, are in the military and
they do not tell anyone.
My aunt, also wrote a book about circumcision
and my uncle is now looking into what is going on in the world
his brother, Case is also living in abundance and we are celebrating
a beautiful Eiid Al Adaha
Anaab, my aunt is really a nice person
and her sister is a spiritual person
and her son is my friend
and her daughters, 3
are really rich
My mom's sister, is broken
and only cares about money
and all these years has been in court
to take all the money from her husband
who died: his first etc. wife, she has been
in court with for over 30 years
My aunt, my Mother's sister, three
are in, in hell, and 1 of them victory
that what he is called, works
and maybe will win, and his mom
will give the money she has been fighting for all these
years.
I just spoke to Saudi King, his Highness, Holiness
and I said to him, you will lose and the Wahaabi's will
win, have won. Eiid Muburaak!!!
The sand ascended,
A whirlwind closeby.
In the tomb,
Where the dead were lain to rest.
From this storm raised,
The aspect of Anubis;
The god that attends the dead,
To the hereafter...
With robust voice raised,
He let me know:
"Dead you go!"
My destiny written down.
A day hereafter,
In normal life;
I drowned into the lake,
Death had grabbed me tight.
One-winged Demon of the Red Sea,
Enemy of Moses, not of me.
Once he sat in the first heaven,
Named Amelouth.
Abezethibou turned the pharaoh
Against Egypt; Exodus!
...
°•◇◆~☆~◆◇•°
WISH
enchant
universe
☆
midnight blue blanket
do consume us wholly
you, raping bodies in death
☆
"spill the light of heaven on me"
.'`~°◇~☆~◇°~`'.
♥
....
............
took the
breathe train
skyward,
spiraling out,
letting go
of linear time,
a freckled blanket
greets us,
i touch you
in the years
we
missed,
light years away,
within the dreams
of gods.
10:24 PM 7/7/2013
©
.............
Forgiveness is something needed,
For oneself, when we know we have hurt another,
Some people think they're perfect,
And that they only hurt others when they intend to.
Truth is, we hurt each other every day,
In one way or another, reason being,
No one IS perfect, just born blind about being human,
And having flaws, making mistakes,
And being the same, but different.
Men hate their differences
And glorify their religions
Instead of glorifying the gods.
We have built ourselves up to be
Something great in our minds,
But so small in reality,
That we can no longer even see,
We are nothing we claim to be.
Too much talk and no action,
Allowing money in the hand to mean satisfaction,
We all have blood on our hands,
Our prints on the gallows,
We've all murdered you know,
As we chant 'Hail Marys'
And His name be 'Hallowed',
As long as innocent men,
Are murdered on death row,
Better talk to yourself about forgiveness,
Cause anyone could be next ....you know?
Preachers and teachers,
All the blessed ones,
Get in line on Sundays,
And then go home to clean their guns,
Running their mouths,
About things that they read,
Never finding out for sure,
If it's even true, indeed,
The way to compassion
Is through examples, not your mouth,
And a good place to start might be
To start with yourself.
You may want to tell me
This is one big croc of s*it,
And that's ok, because it works for me,
And that's why I wrote it.
8:43 PM 7/2/2013 ©
Chaos should not cease
To dominate the world.
O yes, Nyarlathotep;
Will rule!
No wish for harmony,
Of its Golden Age;
It was before the Fall.
Reveling in constant disorder,
But Yog-Sothoth prefers reason;
Giving His first allegiance
To the Daemon Sultan: Azathoth
Remembering old times of this God.
Cthulhu does side with Him,
But Yig supports Yog-Sothoth;
As Father Serpent of the Cosmos,
Who invented this very world...
Yog-Sothoth has sympathy,
As Dagon; the Deep One Lord
And not even he can say
What will happen when there remains
A Princess restored on Her throne,
A Princess on Ebony Bone.
.....................
The universe holds me,
Gently in it's arms,
Lovingly, with the grace of angels,
Stardust sprinkled upon my tired brow.
The universe holds me.
The universe warms me,
Kindly, with it's luster,
Blankets of billowing clouds,
And whispering winds that feel cool
Upon my heated beads of sweat
Sustained through growing pains
And open wounds.
The universe holds me.
The universe morphs my human frailties
Tenderly, like swirling colors of the rainbows
That shine their golden mist upon the greenest hillsides,
Donning light upon the flowers on its rolling breasts,
Transforming solid ground
To birth the dreams of cherubs' quests.
The universe holds me.
The universe holds me,
In darkest night,
When life has left and all is withered,
Dreams, once shining stars of fire
Now turned to ash by life's demands,
I wake to find the universe,
So devotedly, tucked safely in my hands.
1:02 AM 5/27/2013 ©