wondering, mumbling and a world crumbling

Pavlov 's kids are fed Ritalin at the tolling of the bell, and come salivating in their hyperactive boistericity at boredom's beck and call. Bow to the flag - a dumbed double jeopardy and a spin on the acronym of fortune . The mothers loot this stash of miracle-drug , trading lack of attention for re-adjusted pity, bouncing off the walls. Trained to straighten out in a twilight of emotional catastrophe and Prozac 's comedown. ~~~~~ Such a tired civilization, lost and depressed. Proctor and Gamble make the rules and the health service simply drags behind. As we turnaway 'cos we dont wanna hear the rest, It reminds us of where we let ourselves be led and confined. Yes, its a prison of what's termed freedom, while life's self-imposed solitarily confined. A sentence as long as you believe in none, pretended desires and a land-locked mind.

twinkles sprinkled through - just enough to make it true - an innocence lost once but refound. as a memory creeps in from what you feel is real. river ocean-bound. an infinite sky painted with stars, in past places not what they once were. a deepness reflected in a gazing eye lost in endless beauty. wonderous stare. tingling fingers an excitement-giving glimpse of eternity, as an 'i've seen this before' affirmation stresses time's limited complicity. silver, tracer vapour trail shoots through from it's birth to it's death fizzling away. faded, leaving only a memory, a fate for us all to share. and earth, star-dust we come from and to our mother's bosom we return. God's mercy encompasses our servitude rebellion and resistance is a burn. ~~~~~ from gathering clouds fell dark. no rain, because the hearts didnt seek purity. coldness, sinful thirst not washed away. dry tides turned by just fear. and hope, for that's submission's key. light, to his Lor...

Well, as i was walking here this evening a few notable thoughts crossed my mind. One, which has been scouting around in my mind is the fear people have of people like me, and how strange that is for me when I know that my perspective is the right one... There's another aspect in that they are prepared to place their fears anywhere except where they most deserve to be - and that is of God, Allah. We really shouldnt fear anything except Him, as everything is under His will... Now one might think thats a mite presumptious (that's sort of proud, for those who's 'mother-tongue' isnt English, and I hope I spelt it correctly), of me to be so self-assured, but thats the way it is. There are self-evident truths in the world, and you just have to allow yourself to see them. I have taken that freedom, and that is where I am. I call others, but I know that most will not be able to listen. Then, its not for me to apologise, because I only want good for all. Now, a second thing w...

if it never stopped, would it go on forever? we boldly ramble on like our time's eternally guaranteed, but perhaps not in the right frame of mind... a dream after hearing about those thousands in the philippines, showed earth moving in and around, and covering from above, and gradual suffocation. and how is a grave? not lightly named - a 'grave' matter. we all return to the bosom, and the dark embrace of our 'mother earth' one day. our minds like to deny, and our spirits soar, and reach rock bottom, but never,ever does this make the end more real in many of our escapades. ann escape from thinking about the one thing there's no escape from. how impossibly optimistic? well, that womb of earth awaits, and then eternity begins. of course after renaissance in a life where this little time on earth will seem only as a day... what's the purpose of this? you may ask, and i may know. there's a sense of holding onto what you know, in fear of unacceptance. how to ...

Time was you could say of locality Im going up south And what a term in Eurocentricity To exit a marginal's mouth. White man makes his north up Anything's possible in a New World Renaissance Old Columbus never owned up Sailing under a Moorish captain's no plaisance. How many times do the apologists cry "Dont forget our part in the tale." But it's been told in legend and lie, The future-present is where we dont fail. None can ignore, The Muhammadans've come to the fore, Influence same as it ever was, And the enemies have no power any more...

im creeping, im crawling im sneaking all over your private pasture im hiding all the time from mephistopheles and making deals with beelzebub instead so thats how you bargain your soul and get paid in eternal burn oh the guilt buried babies blindly stumbling in his own lechery slinks the uber-pitiful wretched and despised muscles squeezed to total tension and lips burned away back stretched in a taut, ironic smile a face, once proud, now grimacing and eyes glazed over, unseeing deathless, yet lifeless and unknown...

there's a new language, its called human unity a throwback to the beginning of humanity today its only whom travels on the same road who converse in tongues but all's understood there's no confusion when we're drawn to the source racing to reach a goal before we crumble the resistors break and come to dust swept over the line like scrapped waste and life's renewed and water ressurrects like a seed bursting into life. the winners have no gall with this they were always prepared but a loser can never return to a race that's been run as chance never remits once it's gone. run to the light, and call everyone you deserve to give them the chance too we all crumble to death under the sun

who's got the bomb? do we forget who's holding the most dangerous cards? What incoherant ignorance. We're expected to fear Iranians and Koreans (but only northern ones), whilst the evilest have the most dangerous weapons, and the insanity to use them, of course, in a 'pre-emptive strike', to 'defend' themselves from their own paranoia. And of couse it doesnt work, because their real fear is from Allah, but since they cant/wont admit His existence, they have to blame it on anything else whatsoever. Then humanity spirals into retalitiatory, re-actionary tactics, propounding ,'they did it to us', as if that excuses their actions, or provides any kind of an excuse. 'unreasonable behaviour', and the big baboo screams his spewed hatred onto the streets, and the lapdogs lick it up, holding onto false promises coming from those lying mouths. Gaping and speading mistrust and paranoid vitriol. This is fodder for stupidly innocent 'ordinary folk...

well, perhaps posting comes easier these days, when time hasnt frozen, but one seems to have enough to go around. perhaps a false sense of security? philosophy is really 'love of knowledge' and theology puts it into context. life is religion, and Islam is the natural state, conditioned. and finalised. these are self-evident truths and dont negate themselves. there is no subjectivity, but reason requires experience of what is true to complete its essence. still with me? we all have our own bears to tame

Today, I thought of what comes out of a human. It's all fine and good if it comes out the back, but what if it comes out of your mouth, or fingers as you type, and that toxic by-product of a corrupted mind is just waste, and poison to any who taste it... a sensory perception, our only link to knowing anything. 'Read, In the name of your Lord who created. Created mankind from a clot (which clings). Read and your Lord is the most generous. The One who taught by the pen. Taught man that which he did not know... ' (From chapter 96 of Noble Qur'an) Now, if we ponder that, even though English is deficient in comprehending the inferred meanings, I will give my personal perspective on how this chapter causes me to think. Of course I have the benefit of being able to read it in Arabic, and for that all praise is for Allah. I didnt know Arabic before... So if we look to the chapter - 'Read', it says. Now without our senses it is not easy to read. What do we need in order ...

In the rain swim the blurred, unknown, wandering souls Faces blank, each to their own care The sun beats down, another place - different names Here, a snow-storm howls around a skinned tent Or there, a lady washes clothes in a filthy stream In a desert land a man cries over the body parts of his broken daughter. Atop his ivory tower a playboy snorts a line What does he care in his delusion? A fisherman pulls in the last catch of the day A soldier neutralises his enemy A monk worships his golden god A fireman rescues a choking old man And all things are known, and under control.

A dream. I was with a female of some sort looking around some gardens, and we saw a strange new pony transported from somewhere far away, the walls were of glass or perplex and there were trees behind. It seemed to be some sort of zoo, then we came to a place where I think I had explored earlier, and it was closed off with old, rotten wooden gates, and there was an inscription in Arabic - barely readable, and I told her there were animals inside but I thought the place was diseased. (There were fungi on the wooden signs, so we didnt go in.) Then I was flying along beside a swan across a lake (and it felt like Fermanagh), and her feet kept touching the water and sending up sprays and there were beautiful colours, and I could see her from all angles. my lips were cold, and she offered to carry me, but I refused, because I was heavier, and it was peace.

Another wrinkle, another year older, Another line in the sand. When are you gonna cross to the other side? When are you gonna be a man? There's a grey hair, there's time flying by There's someone left behind. Wont you take heed from this and change while you still can? Are you seeing the signs? It's clear, it's reality, It's something you cant deny. Why dont you pay off your dues and clean the slate? Do you know when you're gonna die? Tommorrow will come, tomorrow is death, Tomorrows you'll never have again. What have you prepared for endless eternity? Permanent pleasure or everlastiing pain? Success is a choice, success is life, Success is the only way to choose. Do you coose to be blinded to the choice available to you? Would you rather win or lose? So come on, so admit the truth, So many chances have passed away. Dont you feel the need to submit yourself to the Lord? What more could I say?

There's a difference between knowledge and understanding. You might say you know something, but as to it's meaning, you have no idea... as well as this, it seems like every thought has been had. perhaps it is something to do with purity? maybe in man's beginning , i.e. Adam (Peace be upon him)'s time, and in the first few generations of humans, all was pure - genes, thoughts, ideas, civilisation, and what we have now is everything 'watered down', diluted to a shadow of what it was. perhaps that's a little pessimistic, but the germ of a truth is there, Im sure. I think people presume that they are the most advanced, that 'modernity' gives them creedence over the 'former people's' that what some (me included) call the 'natural' way of life, the fitrah , is dead-beat, and idiotic, whereas the thruth of it is that this is the most advanced way of life. something to ponder over... later.

open, close, your mind is on the blink, if you dont keep track of this or that thought or deed be assured someone is... so dont get lost in the forgetfulness of your own mis-actions, and dont allow yourself to be fooled into thinking everything is good, fine and dandy, nothing to worry about, nothing is serious or any of those easy ways of thinking. cos its all about being. and being involves seriousness, this is advice to you and to myself. so lets keep our awarenesses switched on, especially now that the blessed month is about to end, and the biggest satans will be untied. if we've done wrong in the past while it is purely us that is to blame. and who's responsible? as someone who tries to drop the worldly pleasures perhaps Ive become more attuned to the intricacies of these feelings and deeds. and Ive been told before to tone down my thinking, but that is mere fallacy. we cannot depend solely on God's Mercy, and without the intention of living , and leaving, loving and d...

Wow, cool pics of Ireland. Some in Belfast, taken by a guy who's site is: http://www.trekearth.com/gallery/Europe/United_Kingdom/Northern_Ireland/ and another guy : http://members.virtualtourist.com/m/tt/57d01 . There's so many great pictures of creation. All praise to the Creator of all this.

there's nothing that comes to mind immediately, but something's gotta be released, hm? the life of this world is as a shiny glass, but the trick is to reach beyond it, cos after all it is mere sand, and the delight of just having it rapidly disappears - if it ever existed in the first place. so many jordanians just want to leave their country, to get anywhere. but they dont question, that if you cant get by where you are, what's the odds of getting by anywhere? maybe God keeps the 'good life' away from those who are careless in worshipping Him. after all, what do we desrve if we dont perform the basics of our mere purpose for existence. (that's to worship God, alone, and not give our devotion to anything else). so we see a man, in a mosque, praying to his Lord, then his mobile just goes off, and he lets it ring, or hurriedly ends the call - but rarely does he turn it off. where's the devotion? does he care more about the contact with other people than with h...

Tick tick tick, the keys type and the words trail off into insignificance... Who's watching now? All your dreams and hair-brained schemes will not come to much unless you purify the intention first. Who is it for? Is it merely to satisfy your own little smug-smiling inner beastly-cute teddy-bear, whose smile betrays his lurking teeth, which are sharp, cos a bear's bite is much worse than his growl. And if he purrs in sweetness, it's really the smugness of a victory, that he has succeeded in making you take pride in something, and thereby destroying the purity of what the words should be for after all... So take heed my friends, and as yet invisible co-conspirators. We will overcome the bears and their wierd smiles, and faux-fur phony disguises. The inner monster is to be tamed, and then we can live in harmony. A siren hails that traffic flow is gone awry once again. The flooded streets of a Middle-Eastern desertland, is sarcastic, but crushingly real. Masses flow to where-e...

since this is the beginning, or is everything a mere continuation?, or whatever one's fancy may take, here is a new stream of thoughts. the flow is the same, but the tributaries vary. flowing on to the end of days... and if you can trust a fellow traveller to be a guide then please do, because it's the least we can do for each other, being siblings in this great universal tale. that's enough for now, later we'll get to know each other better, God willing.