The Bleeding Memorials

11). THE SITUATION

Flip the leaves and trail the pages-

 till the Islamic Bible fades-

as you flood-light the center-
the nature's camera clicks and medulla sobs 

the blind sees and the deaf hears,-
the pounding of big foot

slanting the echinoderm, flipping the arachnids thorax
the religion-phobic shivers, at the acclaimed celestial- verbosity

"That the footstool of an Islamic Prince-

 is the skyscrapers of the West/-

the defeated and crushed-

on bent knees, paying homage-"

There, every prince buckles up-

chin up, chinning high-

and letting tunic flow and fall from shoulder-
the ego mounts on Unicorn Pegasus

Flipping to a posture-

for the head that may wear the golden crown-

The anticipated rapture pulls the bull from the bin-

“am I the prophesied Prince? ~

Am I to be the Grand Caliph/?”

The mirror lays the qualifications-

on a mock golden crown and-

the worth of the tunic and the design-

Surveying the tunic’s pocket-

 the black-liquids gold hems the dip-

where money, is not an issue-

Allah Hua Qu Bari-

The son of the Nile took the first shot-

the tunic was Nubian Bantustan-

and Egypt by Heavens- the Grandfather of Ishmael

He was not Arab or Muslim -

when speech made prophesy-
 but was in 620 follower of Christ-

Inadvertently the Bantustan Tripolitania took a crack- 

but the adder hounded the corridors-

fire rained from the sky-

And Islam did neither fashion/

nor lifted up the Golden Serpent-

Setting the prima-figure to realize African not Arabian-

The Mesopotamian set a crown upon his measure-

Baghdad took allotment of palaces- 
23 Palaces for the World Islamic Assembly of Caliphs
Unrealized yet, but Nostradamus peaked into 
the package of power set to Grand Caliphate
He invented the absentee weapon of mass destruction

while the aspirant Grand Caliph, 
forces the setting of war to the mother of all wars-

playing Islamic Prophesy into his hands-

He drew blank at prophesy‘s-lottery-

Saddam Hussein was not an Arab-

The portentous princely crown-

melted in the heat of mother of wars-

There can be no adventures, from inside a hole-

when the going got tough-

the prince was buried in the Bush/-

The pecking order hugs the Arabian-

but self-anointing evokes delusion-

and became un-affectionate

Ben-Laden wars not, from epicenter

for which Nostradamus Henchmen calls it definite.

We noted that at the clash of prophesies-

no Angel was present- not even a Saint-

even the Seraphs quit singing-

Both the tormentor and the tormented-

to Regional Particular Apocalypse commend-

For prophesy in commencement to graduation-

tumbles the dice between Baghdad and Baghdadi-

The visitor terminates the bagging of commendation-

sojourning to Persia doubting-

that the prince of Arabia was Baghdadi-

Assigning judgment to the absentee-

the prophetic touch- or Angelic unveiling of the eye-

between the left to right and the vertical order words-

 or Higher adjectives-

The measure of princely manicure, powder and hair-

was the depth of pocket and length of sword/-

Heaven withdraws and the blast,

winding hell for answers-

The dubious spoke freely-

men engage in senseless endeavors-

within uncertain premises-

Islamic youth sort knowledge in surfing the net-

Aljazeera saw cognition into recognition-

Agent West scopes the component strands

to Orwellian, prophesy-

Construing to impact, he resorts to theories-

theories that set ambiguities on stage-

prophesies are not politics yet Babylon fell for both-

Natural to the regional commendation-

is the incumbent incubator-

the type Lawrence indeed was never an Arabian-

Warring on Nostradamus and Koran's prophecies- 

Politics backside prophecies/-.

setting diplomacy to ridicule, and impotent of vent-

The PUI~ Policy Under Influence-

Struck the invention of the absentee-

weapons of mass destruction-

Unleashing weapons supremacy’s self-preserve policy-

Fire raining from the sky-

The birds over Baghdad sorties her end-

The surviving stump is unfortunately the hydra of Babylon-

And Baghdad yields to the hydra Baghdadi

The city of palaces quakes-

 and faults the lines of enigmatic strikes-

Hailing the prophesy that humbles-

the Euro-Middle Asiatic Union-

The alliance with the differing kinds-

uncovering gullible brotherhood in sleepy slopes/-

Alleluia-Allah Hua Kobari~ the merger natives, in negativity-

The type Lawrence will never be an Arabic Saint-

Sympathy rushes the foot of brotherhood-

and brews the portion for-

the restless forehead with an itching palm-

Two hundred years tier for the international felon prince-

finding occupannacy for the Palaces aiding the Grand Caliphate-

Baghdad incubates 23 World Emirate Kingdom Princely palaces-

Islam’s Jihad roosts- 

The impregnable, West became seduced, by her own children-

and the twin towers, weathers to gray memorial-

Arabia became invisible, and her mirage spells doom-

The remounted, Mesopotamia. comes to surgery table-

The cranial surgery of the cancerous hydra heads; breaks sutures-

The shocking self-proclamation-

summons the golden crown-

Haji the pilgrimage shoots to Baghdadi-

As the Hadith translate prophesy into Jihad-

The Earth is blotted and constipated.

Fagging & disseminating the infectious Clan-Deism-

Hot sports grow and plume,
and steaming-

spraying the world with stinking effluvium-

The Far-West, the impregnable receives the hammer-

The bulletproof vest, buckles-

as the blow hurts to the rib-

The netted alliance shivers and shrivels-

as the search for the gift of power & dominance

to Allah/God-

finds self in the rubble of rabblement-

tarnished and disheartened-

Mistaken vulnerability the Far-North rustles-

defying reason-

Her image wears the poles that sky the colossus-

The usher, introduce a premature new world-

where the unexpected breezes to the door of aliment-

Colossal events confronts the colossus-

Black-Sea empties into Blood-Sea-

The renegade finds confinement in isolation-

The Roman prophet's “if”, sparring with Arabia's “surety”

leaves the world still blotted and seated with indignation.

Religion saps the Earth of human energy-

The enteric volcanic eruption dismembers the mother of all wars-

the discontented ate his eyes at the tristesse-

the flow of magma-

Allowing, the union and growth, of radical rabblement/.

The fruits for inheritance-

where, from Kassi-Anuhitta-

the prize would be claimed/,

by the infidel son, of Arabia/.

That, which splinted Abraham, has the splinter still.

The Kissinger and pre-Kissinger West,

saw it flowing up-stream-

In vehemence, construed, dubious theories

that deployed itching irritants-

the alliances with kings undermined the centuries of kingly hold-

Uplifting the yoke, off immaturity-

starring the democratizing of unholy bonds and monarchies-

Wherein the functional inequality found fertility-

in ethnic-centrism and fertilization of the field thistles-

The permutation destabilizing the union fields-

setting negative charges to self-

The massive repulsion, brings chaos-

to the charged field, where religion is the soul of politics-

The skimming, holding the views in opposing strands-

sees policies selfishly disposed-

Kind to kind the seal is bond-bull-

but the West sees capitulation, as policy objective’s simplicity-

 employs institutional pressure-

where greed becomes the soul of skimming and alliances-

The finger of the post era steers the wheel of fortune-

staring the merchants of Aegean Sea-

At same podium wherein the Arabian -Money misses

the road and anchors its yacht-

Meanwhile, the bubble is shaking loose,

Warsaw saw war and Warsaw wars yet again-

when Peter's Chair calls for homeland solidarity,

the noose holding the un-baked communion shreds-

And over extension sucks up the dry glue,

that held the pages.

The pages of the bonds communion shrivels,

avalanche paid homage to precipitous freedom-

at the Far North Jamboree-

The colonial political structure sends

skimming to the opposition stand-

The electronic age scales the boundary of quesi-imperialism-

diminishing the lone ranger imperial nations-

The phenomenon, sells bread knife

butter-spoon to Euro-

decorating the dinner table-

While the Isle respected by the twisted cross-

became an object, roped-

and pulled on both sides of the Atlantic-

The dark Aryans drank the bowl-

of palm oil-bicarbonate soda-

pepper for taste-

As pecuniary politics sends inequality to equity court-

To the table surrounded by primal premiers-

Tailoring the dresses, same size, in equity-

is the mockery of nature’s differing strands/.

Issue is not in the color or in the competition of equals-

but in the skimming inequality-

The sad advent that punishes the hand of goodwill-

the reproach of naivete and bandanna ostentation-

Holding the views in opposing strands-

the feverish pounding, fingers the desire to suppress-

The objective holds in simplicity, where greed and selfishness,

remain the recharge of section’s will-

which transports the person of man-

to a healing ball where the enemy sees not an adversary-

where, man skims against the nobility-

of the access to popular prime equity-

All that skims!-

To mixture brews betwixt the convulsing opposing units

seeds phobia of advancing harmonizer-

The force of power, injects, the distancing of spirit-

and skimming sucks in the sobering bowel-

as brother saw brother in opposing strand-

skimming to self-consume in common strand-

unto Armageddon’s field, the harmonizer’s vanity/.

Political Colossus of our times

7). Inheritance in Political Damnation.

"The greedy politician".

In ruin’s pit, in that complete devastation,

his native land was found./           

Yet, seats him astride,

with presentation of pride, and smiling-set-face.

His very pockets with maniacal fingers he enriched

and cared not for the public coffers he has drained

His was a deaf ear turned, the cotton ball filled

that hears not the cry of his fellow citizens

His conscience conceives nothing in politics

Only, the lucky chance, to greedily, acquire/.

He minds not to bequeath a name in politic history

condemned, damned and abhorred.

He lives to rejoice, with soul so dead,

that takes no pride in his native land

Who never in comparison, places himself,

next to the immortal men of Politic History

What man, of stone heart that lives,

from his fellow citizens, no admiration lost.

Whose creed was written and enshrined on his portfolio

that letters “obtain without labor”

who minds not to bequeath a name in politic history/

condemned, damned and abhorred.

What soul is? to which be credited murder by greed,

death in poverty of his country people;

Conceited he parades his ill-gotten wealth

amidst his ill-stricken and dying country men 

Who never judges self in the precedence, prime/

 and simple ~“No pain no gain”

Who never brings self to the noble plateau/

where Nationalist Kennedy Politics is made/. 

What man is he, that stole from his fatherland?

who exiles his own native motherland?

He dances in his heart with the earth below his feet

and sees not the sharp slippery slopes

To whom it was too late,

when the cliff and button of his soul come to view

His was a soul so dark in death

so white a sepulchral reposed, that he himself could not recognize.

The first spirit in the ism of National that states;

“I am willing and ready to die for my country” he was void

The second is the politics of indeed dying for one’s country;

which in Mandela Politics proclaimed, he also was void

He missed the draft and thus was voided

the spirit in the ism of patriots

He, bought counts, he stole the votes,

in politic-rhetoric, he practiced libel hypnotism

He minds not, to bequeath a name in politic history

condemned, damned and abhorred.

The She~ the Spirit “She”

 Oprah the Spirit “She”

In the cloudiness of the Western light

the spirit “She” unfolded

From the unexpected came the might

The might that men of centuries have dreamed

In the possibility of the probable

that stacked the odds she embattled to surmount

En-route it must be possible they mistook the Spirit Ludorum

for a Negro woman

It was the destined destination, aside for only “She”

Precluded from common opportunity corridors

Probative the lady-spirit that Oprah is “She”

Was there the possibility that she,

her destiny would find derailment?

The capriciously busy double tracks,

to mishaps disposing

demanding the upper echelon the footstool of Suma

Only the “She” the Spirit indomitable traverses

She the enchanting that does not self-seduce

She that brings disappointments to terminal end

in audacious judgment with ease;

To impound and adjudicate between the pro and cons

in the spans of wisdom,

that’s quick and potent

It is the destined destination

that must be attained for Oprah is “She”

What possibility along the trans of circumstances

had headed her to same destination?.

For there were tears,

only wherein instanced,

wherein men would have self-destructed,

popped and disposed

Prickly painful, but not imposed upon the Spirit She;

Not frail; not easily sponged to puffiness is “She”

Not gullible; to unsteady gaits,

easy she rebuffs,the forceful pushes,

The deluding persuasions

and the professor on derailment from destiny

 found; to his ensnarement at the cubits of disappointment

That, “the She” is the “Oprah of America” the She Spirit.

The excellence, enhanced,

while not comprehended,

became prevalent to primacy in deed.

In surging, the Spirit sparks

and the fire rekindles

to attain the height, the envisioned pinnacle

The queenly caput; the bandanna of excellence; the ring of gold.

In personality, the Spirit extends

a most capricious attraction that lures but not seduce

A face that provokes with beauty and innocence

and demeanor that impresses

but would not embrace

A Spirit that beckons all to self,

 but stands aloof

That’s it; too much Spirit

for any to hold, is “She”

A Spirit, mounts, ecstatically enjoining at distance,

proclaiming, “Love You, love me, Love you”, Love me

Thus the world embellishes with love,

for with love she attends, for Oprah is “She”

Bravo! my lady bravo!

Would that I could write, or

 sing thy Spirit to justice end

I would then,

have attained the pinnacle

where excellence thy Spirit captured

To copious charity,

I would my heart’s content sculpture

for Lady, “She”, the “Spirit of Excellence”.

In song and literary poverty, I must contend

and commit rather to spirit,

Bravo! Sister Bravo!

Thus, the world embellishes with love,

for with love she attends, for Oprah is “She”

Bravo! My Lady, bravo! bravo! bravo!