demons

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...

a lingo fandango

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

the bomb, and the nursing mothers

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', who only live to quench their desires and be led into the pit...

the dogs chew on the scraps from their masters' tables, not knowing that they have a right to an equal share. the master stands on the crumbs, even defacates, yet the panting worm-mongrels only bay for their special treat.

no nourishment, a babe fed fom a dried-up teat. sanctioned by war-mongers and population erasers, then medicaments sold to those starving as a substitute for nutrients. a scrawny face looks on as its moher spoons one more scoop of condensed chemical sawdust into bacteria-choked water. oh, our wonderful world.

now an occupation, racially idealistic, and fanatically exteme can get away with wiping away children, and women, and old men. who deserves? Allah knows best.

taming bears?

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

Read, and it will come

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 to read? We need to perceive. So our Lord has created light, which bounces off the page and enlightens our eyes and then the nerve endings send impulses and our brain reads them, and a picture forms in our mind (all beyond our control, that is, unless we refuse to perceive, but that would be ignorance and blindness). Then by that wonderous operandus we come to understand.

So we're told to read, but also directed towards the obvious, that one cannot read unless something has been written, so the pen is mentioned. The pen is the instrument for inscribing the information, which is to be read, and gradually understood (by Allah's will).

What a blessing that we, who began as a mere 'clot' of cells, clinging to our mother's uterine wall, in the safest darkness of comfort and miraculous growth, absorbing nutrients just as a leech draws blood from it's host (which is also included in a varient meaning of the word for 'clot' in Arabic), came into this world. So grand and spacious compared to that dark womb - but what did we know then?

Nothing. And now? Now you're reading this, and I have written it, and by God's will both of us undertstand something of it, and if we learn, then what a generous gift from our Lord to us - that we have the capacity to assimilate knowledge.

And all is from Him, and we all return to Him, when He decides.

Of course, all has been written in the Book of Destiny, which has been written before anything occurred. God created the pen, and told it to write. It said, ' What will I write?'. 'Write everything from the beginning until the last day'.

The pen has been lifted and the ink on the pages has dried.