Muslim Boy At Starbucks

   
   "Muslim Boy At Starbucks"
    
   Insidiously plagued by night terrors and sleep paralysis (look it up), I often cruise the streets of Nashville after closing time for the drunks, not wanting to drive under the freedom of the big neon glitter when the crooked cops are on hopeful lookout to manifest their brutal bravado since they never got to start in gladiatorial sports when in high school or college, usually, and now, armed with weapons of mass destruction, their penile parts increase in size.  They love to trick the uniformed, raping them of their 4th Amendment Rights--never let them search your car; however, this may get you tasered and you might woefully wend into cardiac arrest--it happens plenty in this once Free Country.
   So, one early morning when the effulgent Moon Cheese was shimmering with a goddess-like beauty, I hit a local Starbucks in West Nashville, desiring the yummalicious taste of an icy cold Grande Frappuccino  with whip.  The barista was a young Muslim boy--I can spot the difference between a Hindu and a Muslim from a mile away--a canine-like telepathic thing; anyway, I immediately recognized my Abrahamic brother, intrinsically knowing he wasn't familiar with the Hindu Holy Text:  The Bhagavad Gita. 
   Anyhow, the young Muslim boy had an uncanny look of fear in his brown eyes, mentally surmising I hated him and his kind--a Monotheist Theological Type, somewhat like my Catholic Self, but I had no hate or savage desire to hurt him; moreover, I tried to loosen him up with my goofy, dog-like antics; plus, I was as polite as General George himself.  
   I wondrously wondered how his most likely poor family told him to get a job, work hard, and be a true American while there is so much rage targeted towards "Peaceful, True Islam"--a term never used by xenophobic Republicans, building up some seriously bad karma when they exit the womb of this life and enter the Otherworld.  
   Yes, diabolically possessed Muslims have killed thousands of Americans, but we've slayed millions--and did this resurrect our citizens, or did it spawn more demonology?  
   That young Muslim boy is a brave soul--again, my dog-like sense of perception picked up on this axiom, knowing he must be bullied at school, hated by myriads, and on a watch list by the American Government, which of course violates every American's Bill of Rights.  Yet this young Muslim boy gets up every morning, says his prayers to Our Abrahamic God; next, braves the day better than the rest of us.
   There's more murders in America committed by non-Muslims--just look at Chicago, or watch the bullshit mainstream media--if they spill those truthful beans, but rarely.  Regardless, Islam needs mollification--not hate pointed at it, especially the venerating Shiites.  As Mahatma Gandhi said to the people of his region during great turbulence:  "We are Hindu and Muslim--all children of God."
   Not only do I know the Torah and New Testament, but the Koran as well--the Arch-Angel Gabriel dictating it to the illiterate Muhammad.  A singular Surah in the Koran speaks about how God knows every atomic thought in your mind, and who you really are and what you really do--God knows everything about you it claims.  Thus, why can't we be like the living Christ, knowing Our own religion--the Beatitudes, like this:   "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God."  I guess we're just not that UP on Jesus nowadays.
   Look, we've hated the British, the Germans, and the Japanese--this too shall pass.  Or we could make it worse without cerebral symposiums, like Reagan had with Gorbachev, fighting a war from across a desk.  

Union Blue--friends of Faulkner

   
   "Union Blue--friends of Faulkner"
   
Disregard the pageantry and proud pomp
Of Confederate Generals torn apart by a loyal wolf pack on the anti-terrorist romp,
For Twain and Faulkner both wisely knew,
They were made Generals cause of the their wealth and social status hue;
Furthermore,
Colonel Sherman's (Union) jacket was bruised and like olive-green;
The Union Officers provided clothing for the enlisted, not garbing themselves only in brilliant keen;
Moreover, Gettysburg was a murderous slaughter,
Led by Lee--his size 4 feet ornamented, leaving the enlisted in frozen water.  
   
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In Faulkner's "Absalom, Absalom!" he wisely offered of his own south:
"Were they brave--yes.  Were they courageous--yes.  But they lacked pity and mercy!"   

Phobic Bravado

   
   "Phobic Bravado"
   
The wicked synergy of mutual neglect,
By those putting others in a more disabled debt,
Sipping their ostentatious wine and living on pride,
Allowing the elderly and ill into further anguish slide;
Thus, continue to neglect and pseudo-intellectually rape your brother, mother, and wife--
Thieve money from their SECURITY and worsen their life,
Caring more for yourself--your hungering hubris that fuels others' strife--
Because of self-celebration,
Falsely claiming great wisdom, though deaf and dumb about the Abrahamic Nation,
Offering profane slurs and steel chains that is the Southern Pride of slavery,
Getting fat off of this mutating gravy--
I've witnessed it all--
A sick child stolen from the North where the pentagram points truly tall,
Hijacked away from a Grandmother's longevity--her chain-smoking mouth,
Blowing prayers into the fiction of modern science as fire continues to wend south,
And the Almighty Father perishes from a broken heart
Cause stupid girlfriends and reptilian sales pitches informs her to get revenge and re-start
While your inflamed, vagrant child is the ONLY one who cares for you,
Ignited dignified by the anguished-hue of glimmering blue--
In more fist fights and unconscious, many times, made,
Unlike sand ni&$%r-dubbing marines ass-kicked while scoping tits at a bar to get sloppily laid,
And they think their scrotum huge, loving themselves,
Diving further into the many levels of Hindu hells--
You cannot stop the creation of the Author of Life,
Only execute as you do--being the villain of strife,
And bravado is fat lard, spawned by fear
Of others having sublimity and beauty so crystal-like and clear--
How wonderful is the boon of the Coyote Moon,
Killed in thousands, yet shape-shifting with life's billowing bark and song dog croon.   

Is Ben Carson abusing Benzodiazepines?

   
   "Is Ben Carson abusing Benzodiazepines?"

Benzos, as known on the streets--ya know soccer Moms,
All on XANAX so you can deal with marital qualms;
Anyway, Ben Carson seems low-energy and perpetually sedated,
For benzos are hypnotic and amnesia-inducing medicine that's related
To possibly forming things like Alzheimer's Disease--
You Bush League physicians, read your journals please!
Regardless, Ben Carson thought he was admitted to West Point--where they have pillow fights;
Specifically, he forges stories like he forgot them with amnesiac-like might.  

Saddam Hussein--reincarnation of Nebuchadnezzar?

   
   "Saddam Hussein--reincarnation of Nebuchadnezzar?"   
    
   Before Ancient Astronaut Theory became popularized, record store manager and quirky author Philip K. Dick, mystically touched by a pink hue of laser-like light, knew that the Middle East was an unearthly region, touched by the lesser gods and the Almighty God of the Multiverse Himself.  He (Dick) believed that there are mystical happenings upon this geographical region touched by God.     
   Indeed, the Sunni people (which make up most of ISIL) are demonically destroying our historical truth.  Some say that Saddam Hussein believed himself to be the re-fabrication of Nebuchadnezzar, wanting to restore Babylon (modern Iraq) to it former state of power, attempting, like Hitler, to unearth esoteric knowledge that would lead to Weapons of Mass Destruction.  Is this why W. invaded Iraq when the 9/11 attackers were Saudi Arabians?  What lack of truth is America concealing concerning galactic truth?
   I weirdly surmise God is locked in a battle against nefarious, demonic forces for control of the Earth, and that like mice who can be induced into violence by scientific means, so can humanity by the art of demonology.  
   So, until we fully comprehend the benevolence of Christ, merging with the Holy Spirit, birthing a universal knowledge as did Reagan with astrology or other means of mystical wisdom; then, we are doomed and paralyzed--not by the violence of men, yet by the diabolical possession that controls them.   

Vonnegut & Heller Symposium

    
   "Vonnegut & Heller Symposium"
   
   I believe it was at LSU years ago, the twisted yet hilarious Vonnegut and very ordinary Heller speaking about novelization and World War 2.  Heller even admitted Vonnegut had it tougher in World War 2, which of course he did, offering things like:  "First you think you're too good-looking to die; next, you think your girlfriend loves you too much to die; then, you realize--you are going to die in war."
   The best moment was when a pseudo-intellectual chick stood up, asking Vonnegut:  "In your book Bluebeard, who was the protagonist, when was the turning point, what metaphor did the climax represent, blah, blah, blah?"
   To which of course the wit of Vonnegut replied:  "Madame--I don't even remember writing the book."
   The crowd went wild with laughter.   

Bone Blood

   
   "Bone Blood"
    
THE BLOOD IS THE LIFE--said the Living Christ, soooo nice;
Indeed, constant blood transfusions have reversed the aging process in some mice;
As a result, I'm glad to have nearly bled out myself,
Getting infused by the fluid-like gore of souls other than myself--
What!?!
Like Percy Shelley repeating the same words as if the mentalist Jabba the Hutt,
And a coyote's bones never resonate that of a Werewolf Slut,
Though too--wolves are uncanny in being loyal,
And coyotes do whatever they please--maybe to your bliss foil,
But much more than that in the canine's Totem--
A giver of life--a new chance:  LOAD EM!
Regardless, eat the Lord's flesh and drink His blood;
The Transubstantiation is not symbolic, but the infinite life of a perpetual dove in a flood.