Gods

Victory

 

 

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!!!

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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Anubis The Forecast

Folder: 
Poetry

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.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(A dream I had).

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Abezethibou

Folder: 
Poetry

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!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

WISH

Folder: 
Clarity Pyramids

 

...

 

 

°•◇◆~☆~◆◇•°

WISH

enchant

universe

midnight blue blanket

 do consume us wholly

you, raping bodies in death

"spill the light of heaven on me"

 

.'`~°◇~☆~◇°~`'.

 

 

 

....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Clarity Pyramid

 

(I didn't mean to erase your comments, Beeble. I hadn't realized I wrote it as prose instead of a poem. I did the other one the same way. Your comment wss appreciated, and thank you for your compliment♥)

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the date

 

 

............

 

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

 

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.............

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Holier Than Thou

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 ©

After the Golden Age

Folder: 
Poetry

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.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about what happened after the Golden Age.

Resolute

Folder: 
Nature / Folder 1

 

Baby in Universe Photographic Print

Baby in Universe  ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

 

 

By: Panoramic Images 

 

 

 

 

 

.....................

 

 

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 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The most important relationship one will ever have.

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Sleeping With Aeons

I sleep with the broadest of Aeons,
Coveted by their forceful guidance
The rune of their insulation
Awakens me, perplexed,
As it penetrates past all boundaries.

 

I travel with past lives in harmony,
Seeing without eyes, a soul so inconsequential,
Part of something inconceivable to this world,
Galaxies that far surpass realization.

A mesmerizing intrigue,
This is my wish, my dream,
Same as my life,
And in the interim of nothingness,
Between man's knowledge of the universe
And his imagination,
Is where my heart lies,
Watching from a distance,
Witnessing as this mystery
Touches the minds
Of men who know all things,

 

Who know nothing.

 

 

 

4:32 PM 5/20/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When I sleep...where are you when you sleep?

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