Betrayal in Modern Persia

The solid peace that is marijuana liquifies in his blood stream, bringing a dangerous calm to his turbulent life, like a ship in the eye of a storm.
Serene calm like a cool sea breeze meandering through branches and leaves, on a flourishing carribean island with a tequila on the side, but here the wind comes in dirt-in-your-face form.
Tumble weeds roll by, but not him he won't give in to natures forces, his new self has a new ego.
Treading  across sand dunes with vanes pointing at him, ninja masked desert style , his thobe flapping behind, he felt like he was his new favorite superhero.

He could see the distorted image of his destination through the prism of heatwaves, an abandoned midcentury mosque
 He arrives at twillight,bats circling, thighs aching, heart pounding, mind marvelling at how the day commits suicide for his brother, Dusk.
Recognition on the guards faces, he was waved invto see the old imam, alas! sitting also is the young sheik.
As if to further torture his weed distorted reality, he sights an american beer. A cold shiver down his spine. A little shake.

Come here mustapha, my old eyes long to see your brilliant face one more time
A lot you do not understand, so much to say, ao much to explain but so little have you time
Rooted to the spot, mustapha stared wide-eyed like he just saw the devil
Imam continued, God speaks to me and I answer, No questions or excuses, I help you my son, for this world is evil.

Mustapha finds his voice, the strong one. to take my life and others, are words you consider wise?
My boy, he retorted, what do you want of this desert? I offer you riches. Eternity. Paradise.
I have had the scrolls  interpreted  either your holiness is wrong or  mistaken
Imam shakes his head, You do not understand now but this step has to be taken.

He casts a glance at the rich chubby sheikh, what about  him what about the beer?
Imam replied, You are a man of little means but honorable heart, these things you must bear,
For the wealthy who give a lot of their wealth to charities and Allah's work, he grants favors
The young sheikh bowed surprisingly humbly,and lies unsurprisingly, the beer is one of the non-alcoholic flavours.

Mustapha resides in deep thought about his irreversible quest and it's apparent inevitability,
He bowed and moved closer masking fear with the best of his ability
The  voice within him  screamed NO! but the more right it felt
The fire in him, a fiery furnace, a weak man's soul it could melt

He let words loose, in a measured calm manner, imam my age old tutor
You remain tutor, but you're not worthy of my life or being called my mentor
As tutor I have always listened to you and always will
But know this everyman pays for his deeds to God, and to me a man you shall pay your bill

 He pulls his thobe, how do you explain this?
 Mustapha already had his suicide bomber kit on, Surprise! This arab is explosive
BAM! suicide! homicide!! homicide!!!
Esteemed sheikh and holy imam gone like pests from pesticide

News reaches the interpreter of the scrolls, the falser Imam.
He leaves his residence for the mastermind's,the main man.
The road treacherous, the sand storm seems in honor of the innocent dead,
Behold the organizer of the "religious" bombings, an American at the head.

Billionaire sheikh dead, oil blocks sold to foreign company
Innocent youths leader:we must avenge the imam's death, thousands accompany
Our people can't see, so liberation is an illusion
Our leaders lead us blind, awaiting them is eternal damnation

Instead of paying pastor and imam mental fees
you can face east on your own and pray on your knees
Don't be a pawn in the end games
The return of the king is imminent, you hold the controller to your own game.

Tautograms Trendier than Tautology

                                           A. A. Athens Αθήνα


   Ancient arcane artists and Arcadian army attack Athens. Adept Arcadians aclclimatize alarmingly. Athena aids athenian army, archers are awarded accurate aim. Athens alive again, another aeon Athens, Athena's and Athenians.

                                          An Admirable African

An age ago, African antagonists AKA apartheid, arose at anti-apex african area. All ambitious actual Africans are arrested. African Alcatraz. Africa awaits an activist. 
 After awhile. Amnesty. An acquitted awe-inspiring African altruist arises and alleviates afrikaan's aches. Amalgamating albinos and africans.

                                            Bars. Bands. Bants.

   Billiards, Bingo, Blackjack, Blues. Bohemian bar. Belgian businessmen bring blonde belles but bewitched by big bad black bitches brought by black bonds. Belgians, bolivians best beware ball bubbling brazillian beaux, be billing billions.
   Broadway blues, british ballads, beninoise band bass-drums, basoonists, bagpipists. Babel.

                                          Brighton Battalion

   British battalion besiege black beach. Blue bugles. Bad battlecries. Bahamas betrayed by beloved bethroted brits. Biz bazooka barrage breaks barracks. beta! black battalion blacked-out. beta! black battalion Blacked-out. Beach battlescarred.
   Bereaved bevy begotten by bountiful bahamian bigamists, bleed black blood. Bemused barracuda beseech bizzare bermuda bequeath beasts better base.

                                      Christ, Catechism, Creed

 Cerebrum crowned, Cedar cross carried, Centurion confesses Christ's cleanliness. Christ Cried. 
  Cast-Iron chalice containing crimson contents crosses catholic church. Communion. Catholic chaplains cheat chastisty code, child-abuse. Consequent conclave classic counter catholics create Canteburian cathedral.
  Centuries cross. Creeds, Catechism , Choir choruses. Church crosses continents, conversions, converts. Corruption, church controlling countries, companies, conglomerates. 
 Church clock chimes, Confessional cubicle, Concubine confessions. Church can't comply, constantly contra contraception. 
  Churches, cliche creeds,careerist chaplains, cleavages, chaotic communion. Creator contravened.
Christmas calls, cock crows, clouds clear, Confused children cry, claus's christmas coals.

   



                            

Long Flight Home.

Key 
[-] Reality through the eyes of a stoned man
[*] Alternate reality of a stoned man with a little imagination


-He sits in the dark, on the bus seat as the bus fills up. After waiting agonizingly for 5 minutes, the last lady enters with the remains of her wares she was selling and she asks to conductor to place it in the trunk, he was annoyed had to wait for that too. After loading, the driver gets in his seat and turns the ignition, on the third try the engine coughs to life, the car lurches forward and they are on the move.

*After sitting it out till take off time, he's pissed of at the lady in front of him, packing an heavy carryon luggage and as she spends minutes fitting it into the overhead compartment, before the end of the three  apparent warning sounds he fastens his belt and they takeoff!

-The journey's a 35 minute one, he's already wasted though so he drifts in and out of sleep, waking up with neck jerks. He wishes to the gods he'd just find a place to sleep for the duration of the journey. The gods answer him in speedy style as he notices the backrest of the frontseat he folds his hands on them and head in hands he sleeps.

*He looks out the plane's window,3 hours 50 minutes? That's a long time, he feels groggy already and for once he praises himself for choosing the overnight flight option, he reclines his chair but still cant find the perfect way to posture to sleep, 
suddenly he notices the inflight blindfolds infront of him, he wears them immediately and let himself sleep. 

-Someone taps him, he woke and looked at the guy suspiciously before he could think up the motive, the guys says it's the last bus stop, he thanks him and alights. He recollects where he is, then starts walking towards the needed bus stop. He thinks of how bad he has to get home and go make love to his bed. He mistakenly steps into the path of a soft drink hawker, the iced water used to chill the drink spills on him, fortunately the drinks didn't fall off, he just looked at the girl smiled and got into the next bus as the conductor was alreading announcing his street as next destination. 

*A tap on the shoulder he sits up, somehow the blindfold is gone and there's a man in his face, saying the plane just reached it's bus stop, In his head "airport not bus stop, illiterate". Since he had no luggage, he exited the plane without the dropping step thing. He remembers his parents and thinks what a good thing I'm going home. He stood at the dubai international airport, his stopover, then out of  nowhere an attention seeking lady pours ice tea on his suit, he knows she just wants his attention, as a gentleman he didn't even complain he smiled the "I know your kind smile" and walked towards the terminal having already heard the call of his flight   on the overhead speakers.

-In the bus, he seats near a well dressed man, who apparently saw he was stoned. The man chats him up and attempts to cun him.

*He straps in, he hears "hi" and turns towards the voice, a tuxedoed asian sat next to him, most likely japanese from his features and accent, he wondered what kind of hentai he watches, monster vs schoolgirl or 2 godzillas one cup. 

-The well dressed man started smooth talks about him looking trendy and he'd like to sell him a phone with awesome features and how he can help him get it blah blah, our guy being in a paranoid state already, didn't find it hard to figure he was in the middle of being played. The man's  voice grated his ears, he tells him he's not interested and puts on his cheap earbuds. 

*The japanese guy said he noticed and knew his type, the sleek black american type that deals in high tech stuff, the jap made it known he was in possesion of some special platinum isotopes, iridium and some rare metals and from china and some got from the moon, and bought off broke old russian astronauts. Being a smart guy he detected a pattern, this was standard CIA procedure, the guy reeked of the force. The police force that is. This is obviously a setup to catch me for my previous international offences. So he told the jap in the best japanese accent he could muster "asarawa nan kata warasibuta" which means "Go fuck yourself" even though the only japanese word he knew was arigato. He puts on his beats by dre.

-Putting on his earbuds he finds out just how good it is to be alone with music and rid of human and bus engine's noises. He relaxes and closes his eyes, as the music makes a kaledeiscope type slideshow in his head.

*The relief he felt actually surprised him, for a second back there he was almost caught by the CIA on his way home to his family. But for the time being in he closes his eyes and reconciles with David the king, the greatest musician of all time. I mean MJ was king of pop, but this man David was king of an empire just because he could sing good, No wonder God can't stay mad at him for long. Anyway tonight King David was performing his new underground underworld hit single "Don't you worry child" which he sang for his son solomon, who had 999 f**kin problems and they were all bitches, only one loyal wife.
He enjoys the rapture of the song and blanks out. 

-He arrives at his bus stop tired, he walks towards the bikemen park, after haggling with like two of them, he agrees a price to one and they speed homewards , the ride was very bumpy due to undulating untarred road. He arrives at his gate, pays off the bikeman and enters his gate and walks towards the house. 

*He leaves the airport uneventfully, walks towards the stables and tries to take a horse, after trying a few flightful ponies, he takes a relatively calm pony named jincheng. They galloped home at full speed, he arrived at his father's castle. He gave the horse an apple,he watched the drawbridge open and then walked in towards the mansion. 

-He knocks loudly and his mom opens the door and screamed where have you been? Do you know how long you've been gone? I told you not to come home so late. He understands she scolds him out of love, he smiled at her and apologised for coming late. But couldn't hug her so she doesn't smell the weed. His mind was now totally on crossing the living room to his room to get some sleep. He entered the room and.... [BLANK]

*He uses the brass knocker to it's capacity, his mother comes out screaming "oh my where have you been my love? Do you know how long you've been gone {six months he thought}   
haven't i told you not to come home late? He smiles and apologises for keeping her waiting, he wanted to hug her but it's an abomination in his culture. So he goes to his room chambers and .... [BLANK]

Mind Mines

A dark place full of quadratic sudokus mind boggling puzzle,
4D shapes, mason cubes, Illuminati triangles and crop circles,
Alhpabets spinning around a form of dyslexic ruzzle,
Maddona on the rocks, lotus seated buhhda and the mayan oracle. 

Skeptical about God forms and genuity of religions, a special form of theism,
Egyptian death rites from the book of the dead, the origin of all writings in religion,
Divine numers from euclidean era mathematicians, the pi , golden ratio reoccurring
bordering on autism
In the end the evil leeches itself through each other an eternal contagion.

A walk through a modern nuclear waste site that i call my mind,
lurking in the dirt not only diamonds but astral gems waiting to be found,
sometimes, I wonder if my brain is mine or the god molecules at the brain
factory didn't really grind,
Cuz i can't figure it out, like i got a siamese twin and I'm the mainstream one while
he's keeping it real underground.

I wouldnt mind a spin as an inorganic life form,
maybe to fight in other intergalactic wars as R2D2 the android's AI,
I'd donate my brain for research, after filling some research forms,
But it wouldn't be of much use, all the cells I'd have killed by then just
getting high.