i wrote many many many poems too many

[Curaezipirid]

Salams who is reading

I want to put a few very recent bits I wrote into this web site. But meanwhile am trying to make a blog picture of more of and get a few published too.

Out of those I wrote just the past few days I thing I ought to post them each in a seperate post since many of my poems are for audiences whom are not yet within Muslim schooling. That way the moderators can eliminate that which is not appropriate here where Muslim youth can read. But I should say also that the general spectrum of what I am writing is usually good for young minds if somewhat incomprehensible.

This is because I am often receiving knowledge of the word triggers that are being utilised by occultists and other organised crime, and thereby are used in black magic more generally. Such words can often trigger our minds into patterns of adhereing to the operation of black magic about our person without our realising that such is occuring, or even being able to realise. There is that allegory about the magician and the sheep that illustrates the phenomena of what is happening to our psychology that we are all being put, in Spirit, to sleep. That is, unless we have a real tradition in which we can sustain a constant process of awakening. This is all obvious teaching, but I am repeating it here to explain about a few parts of my poetry. It is like a recycling of the words being used in the acts of black magic; but which can hold our mind into being able to perceive what the words real meaning is, and so be less likely to fall into being tricked by it. There are places in my poems in which I frequently tempt shaytan into abusing the poetry by trying to establish their meaning to my words rather than my own. But by that mechanism they are exposed. When the poetry is read while assuming no cause to accuse my self, then it reads in a way which enables yourself to identify any shaytan whom abused the actual words I use. But if you are believing, even by accident (as is always the case in reality), in any work caused by shaytan, then you might find that your mind orients towards faulting my poetry for shaytan uses of it.

I thought I should explain this. But it might be just an excuse for writing bad poems? Here is one:

Have I any better rhyming
To put my pen to
That writing about my own poetry
And why I am writing it to you

Have you any better method
For learning what we are trying
To get these few words grafted
Into your mentally sublime finding

This poem you are reading
One to know why
I am methodically feeding
To your mind my wry style

[Curaezipirid]

The Magazine told me
This morning my mind actively
Thought through more clearly
Because of reason in simplicity
Less of us
Had on our televisions computers and such
And in less radio activity
Less electro-magnetic radiation feed
Our brains are effectively
Able in better clarity
So I put it to you
Of magazine belief through
Tell me why Muslim internet frequenters
Already knew
To provide of an incentive
For touching the forehead to the Earth in plenty
And for my worth I will
Since I prefer my self still
To most of what technology got
That my certain use of
Is only to so provide also
Our will be proven through headache relieving rock

[Curaezipirid]

They might have got
What they imagined to want
In certainty
About Human biology
It has a genetic key
Yet they could not
What Beelzebub could stop
There is also a parasite
That will remind
Our mind
Can not unwind
Every life form we see
Is it called the Guinea
That when they sell
What is wrong to tell
They sold your accusing
To the feed lot of
The worms who win
For you and me
This Earth to feed
Of known cause
In Allah's will
Our life to bleed
By neither pen nor sword
But in biology's certainty to thwart
All Scientific enquiry
That tried to thwart blology's premacy
Secondary only to Allah's Law

[IbnAbdulHakim]

:salamext:

i like the message put across by that second poem. MashaAllah

:wasalamex

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[Curaezipirid]

What do you do
When you know your poem is just an old shoe
For protecting your mind from absorbing
Too much more words describing yearning
And informing of need for expression
Is just plan ahead for an ice age to read through

[Curaezipirid]

When will you
Whose words knew
Show me through
This life will too
Is whose to do
No less me that you
While our minds exchange these few
Rhymes with whose (yew/poo/blue/shoe???)



(oops that end shoulda been "Rhymes with who's is in Allah, frew" ??? "?food to chew?")

[Curaezipirid]

The Para-Site Poem (?)

It is being that is
What sullied the sheen
Upon this my feeling
Of what could be real
All about that duration
In mind
Of such a long time
Between then and again
And truly now find
The fashion of Earth's people
In imagining yet another sequel
To what was it no other had spoken
But to that I really had noted
Was not real neither knowing
Who could have done what is showing
But as for what that man needed
Don't blame me his wife
Because it is your strife
In having wanted him
To need for a woman to win
If this has the effect on your psychology it might
What is it you would like
Which horseman
Is your man
For peace might yet be real
In the middle east of this strange feel
If only that mind of quite
An unhideous sight
Will intangibly shed all teal
While we confess our own private Jihad real

[Curaezipirid]

Is Jesus a Jinn?

Who are they who swim
Confusing themselves with the Devil
And are they those same individuals
Who falisfied Jesus teaching
That Father and Son and Holy Spirit are One
And are no individual Human being
(or Jinn)
But the shaytan
Whose confusion
Mixes themselves up with Satan
Who clean of them is now Iblis again
Their selves only his former a temporal coat
The shaytan will ever know only
That to Humanity they simply can't be quite real
But while men are imagining them Human
When the need to feather
Is their true hearts content
In Allah let them be spent
Upon us learning for certain
A Jinn is any higher being
Who as let themselves be whom the Shaytan for stealing
But only when within true reason
Could have let the shaytan mask with their evil
Of hating Humans for imagining they are them
And surely
What Humanity
Needed exorcising of/from
Was shaytans preponderances
Upon the stains of
Human mistakes of
Not learning reality
Is a real thing
Long beginning
In exorcisms every alaqa needing
Could any of have happened without Beelzebub
Has its answer only in Jesus
Why yes Jesus could
But why can I should
The verse being of True Love Dreaming
So questioning begin
If Jesus is a Jinn
When is a Jinn an Angel
Is the difference between good and evil
The difference between
Scientific and clean
And another long yarn with the Devil mean
Will question again
How could you be a real Muslim
Yet who would we be through steel
Without hope real
Rust might not have life
So which pictures are you believing in tonight?

[Curaezipirid]

(this one is specially for who watches Australian children's television)

Three Indoor Haiku:

When television
This story will my tension
Playschools mind to my

When that is this sense
Banana's in Pyjamas
Will mess tonight this

When is dinner time
Dietary requirement
Concentration spent




(I wonder is Haiku a form of communication by which Islam could be more accurately communicated?)

[Curaezipirid]

this one this morning:


Their lies
Had no fair highs
By which they tricked our minds
Out of remembering
The sting
Of the consequences
Of believing in
What we need to replace
Side by side and in grace
Of the real tide
Of history's birth right
The fact of our own might
In Allah every as in this life
what is your right to find
Can never be without
That we will reconcile to shout
Who did they think they were lying about
By dividing out
The reality of consequentiality
When both poor and rich
Both positivity and negative for the ditch
Can not be factored out
But abide
Together in one side
Will you rest
In what I find
Being no words can describe
How thoroughly the feathered mind
Of people imagining themselves aligned
Always with only their own kind
Was not able to reconcile in life
We continue
Precisely because we begin to
Realise
That our suffering
Is our own responsiblity
And to profit upon
Causes that it begun
And just because we knew
This we did not want to do
We can not prevent the need
For our own life to accept the seed
Of any negative result
Our action happened to feed
So never belief
Without full certainty
For surety
Certainly expressed by
The exact result required
Of what we sought to replicate
Being able in every condition
Even without any gate
Open to who might have shown
Us how to find
That result desired
In every condition
Who can do
What we want to be able to
And what in truth can I
But praise for whom only Allah's will proceed