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Post-Mortem for Emotional Abuse (Not in a Vacuum)

Alhamdulillah for what has been and what is to follow, And this moment of rift between two unalike chapters. The past, it is so finite. The future... it is so unsimilar!! Here comes their meeting: where we focus on *you*.

He/she had some real mean things to say, It wasn’t their fault - but less-so yours. Not in a vacuum: it’s what *they* saw ...Whilst you did beg to be known. Did it ever feel like their words described you? Did it feel like your actions mattered, at all, To whether they would curse you or show love? Had you a vote in your together-course at all? If you got shouted at, did that mean you’d done something wrong, most often? I’m guessing, if this is your poem: they never gave you much anything in return.

So, their parting words. Did you agonise ever: “How can I best break this not to hurt them?”  And “Am I really forced to draw this line?” How many times did you ask that yourself, And... did they? Also, Did you part with kind words for them? And what do you imagine will be their response, If it has not yet come to you... kindness? There is no shame in attempts of love.

You hoped for love, and they wanted it very much. You lifted double for a time and got strong. Go, hunk!! Battle-tested romantic now you are!! Onward then!! Make yourself available again. Elsewhere. Elsewhen.

Oh my accomplice in over-trusting: Don’t be sunken. Someone’s out there, your equal in passions. Mighty!! It hurt, and you stayed, you gave so many chances. A knight of love at times even died of chivalry, smiling. Did a liar ever quit lying? What would signify it? Did a manipulator stop manipulating? Did they stop at anything? 

Or did they alone define a boundary of acceptability, Including unfairness toward you, and on whim, As though at random, did they traipse that territory?

Forgive yourself for the hurt you took on in charity. It’ll heal. You loved them and you showed them devotion. All real. They loved you best they could... Ouch. Not a pleasant deal. Give all that love to you for a time: take *you* on a date!! So rest, recover, get to know yourself without their projections.

(Take *you* on a date is where all the best to befriend all are, waiting.  By themselves ^^.) Don’t be in a romance if you have no other friends. That’s good advice won by this poetess’ tremendous stupidity. Enjoy it!! It’s like a pyramid: “People to get to know, friends to support you always, Someone(s) special at the top, but gosh, you do want friends to have your back, Through all weathers. That’s not what you had, but that’s what friends love to do.

Ohh it hurts!! I barely want to finish my poem, but come, let’s move on. You’re better than they were - if they criticised you whilst you tried hard. That’s all that hurts here... we’re not all similar and no-one’s always smart. One here was foolish, perhaps. Either way, you need a rest from the blame. Loving you is prerequisite to loving another or being loved. A lesson learned. Both ways, huh? On the way to security there’s courting... Which is waaay more fun than being used. ...Shisha?

(If you are a believer and they were not, Then your warning came long ago. You have no idea yet, what it will be like: A home filled with love, and the love of Allah. A muslim and kafr cannot walk the same path.)

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Lesson in Life

You don’t fight yourself. Accept your instincts. Knowledge is taught and learned - insight is yours.. The unknown outweighs the known by whole orders. Listen to your heart then. None truly understand, all love. All truly love, and none do fully understand but the one God.

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The Death of Rhetoric

“The Bard” was the fairest of them all, of Judges. A woman, I know he could not have been woman. Woman was not designed with equality in mind. Yeah? Whilst a man, he did suffer at her many hands, greatly.... How strange to love a child of another tone and not shape. How utterly ridiculous to oust all-of-a-kind for one good lady!! That is why their is polygamy or misogyny in a mannerspace; Man’s heart seeks, finds, scorns all rivals. Woman is blessed. Suffragettes!! Did they want to do men’s work or be heard?? Who does today, amongst women, fight that women be heard? What way would one suggest, for such quest-if-it-be, than words? A kafr-woman hates to see her rival practice, like the man does not. The believing woman is twenty times precious as the rejecting-woman. The believing man and the rejecting man, they are about the same, They have their wives to attend to, their dull work to do... Suffragettes!! Help me!! Did you wish to do men’s work or seek possibility? I’ll bet it is... The death of rhetoric. 

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Sufferance & Sufferation

Ours. All our hours, All our responses.

No human ever taught a soul to lie well. Show me a good lie, I would see only truth. No person ever encouraged another to lie, And not the Cthulu either, mostly armed groups.

Is it OKAY to pay taxes? Whilst it oils which machine? Its pilot is a heckled woman: middle-aged, unnoticed. Its commander is a queen who swore to never lead. Palestinians, mostly, they would say: Don’t pay taxes.

And that is all before a marvellous day.

The “place-where-taxes-go”, do they still build roads? Hospitals are there, and they did injure me, costlily so. The medicine of that machine... who assesses it? They who say airbombing Syria resembles a civil war Is who assesses it. YOU!! They give you prozac, But, Come take MDMA with me!! Don’t work unless you love it. SOMETHING, you will love.

Leave the world of fear, Come be with me, please. Have no other war but love.

Is it OKAY to pay taxes? Do any think? The police broke ranks December 2nd. A brown man was shot, OUCH. So suddenly. The police broke ranks and became military. Martial law, that is, armed police with no authority. And the never-sick psychiatrists, what would they say? What would they say if I screamed: “Please!! Somebody!! BE CONCERNED THAT THE UK’S POLICE ARE RENEGADE”

Of course, they have sectioning to deal with that, and they do do it. They have my neighbours to ring them and say: “She will bomb”. Bomb!! Bomb!! How about if I shoot a brown man so silently? For “suspicion of conspiracy to rob a cashless Sainsburys van.”

They *do* have sectioning to deal with that and have. Spot the insanity. Who is in charge? We are, my love, and you.

We can.

A gift! I never had a gift, I work, I sacrifice. Nobody ever taught a talent. People see, Say: “What a talent landed on the kid!!” Witness!! I said woman, as I practice!!

All are my equals, like Madeleine McCann, A’ishah Galileia, and Helen Keller.

Peace be upon *”them”*

Ours. All our hours, With all our responses.

The taxes!! Did you stop that yet? Argh!! Death!! Are they ceased to be concern?! I am so simply being “Queer”~self-taught. Sense and pretense. Sense and sufferance. Assumption and Assumption and all between.

Three times more likely to be sectioned, the brown man. Eight times more likely to be imprisoned. It’s like idols are myth It’s like... perhaps the news ever lied to us all. It’s like... totaaallllly fine indoors in 3147, this side of Christ. It’s like... perhaps prisons with no doors may be walked from freely.

And yet the people say: “We are forced to pay taxes, It is not our plan or say.” Like Pilate, I found him innocent.

Pretend it was a hero who tried: Arthur, valiant knight... “I can’t stand homelessness for my good neighbour!! So I will fight!!” and they ignored their own rent to do it. The grey magisters, who will find it just to evict good Arthur, Who will have a trial which begins and ends at high-bidding, Biding accomplices, they *cannot* displace me quicker than a year. A marvellous day: Everyone stop paying rent at once, justly, The land-owners will scramble to the courts, who will be flooded. With no flood, it takes them 11 months to evict little ol’ Arthur. Was I looking for a cure for myself, or for this world still debting?

You have seen my plans, perhaps not that how I am young. You have seen what I intend to do, not by fluke, by planning. If I have even a decade to work with, why would I rush this??? I have seen girls of 14 say “look at me!!”, no, prepare properly.

It is counted against me I could have been well-off as a musician. I am well-off and continue to make music, aye, I do as I do.

I am all people love to claim and do not do!! Of course then my words sound fanciful. I believe in selflessness and practice that.

Between charities, we plead exoneration. I don’t believe what you believe in... Perhaps I just needed to accept it, I am fine with it, having said it. All our hours though, they are ours. That is the Age of Accountability, To be lifted from paying taxes.

Elizabeth Windsor, is who is accountable. The state has become tyrannical. One, at least, needed to see so far out to say it. I don’t ask anyone else to bear the weight of my imagination, L.A.B. you are all I dream... I have no way to insist, nor ought, I just trust or shut shop, and quite-never feel known or feel trusted.

All our hours though, after sufferance and sufferation. They outnumber the stars, once we are unhurried.

I have shown you what I do when I *attempt* making music I have shown shards of what happens when I *attempt* mathematics, And poetry, no, I do not try anymore. Watch, now, as I *attempt* making money.

And all that is before a marvellous day. 10,000,000 prisoners freed. The voiceless given voices, the deaf to hear. AMAZING what YOU can do,

If you try, didn’t Jesus say crying, seek and ye shall find, He said. He implied: it could be YOU up here on this cross, if you persevere.

YOURS, all you hours, all your responses, didn’t God mention it? And who said word of otherwise. I do empathise. It doesn’t make you right. Sufferance and sufferation. 

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Self-Portrait of A’ishah Galileo

30, only, already I am a soul known only in coans.

What does that suggest?

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Legato

Ahh yes, like the sycamore, All these felling eyes, All these falling scars - Ahhh!! This is healing-wind.

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Sentence

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On the day magic died

[[*Enter Reinforcements*]] [["Ahadun’ahad.]] [[Shalom.]]

Once there were some wizards. There are no good kinds of wizards. For a little short while, just once, ever, There was for that time: a “Good” “Wizard”. One-of-a-kind. Only good wizard there’ll be. His name was Isa, he died on a good day. He jumped (peace upon him), truly. He wasn’t ever to ‘take away’.

Even the good wizard never wanted there to have been a good wizard.

It’s not laughable once you know why this is. He was so canny as a child, so caring, he cried. He cried often at his own mercy - who’d empathise? “Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani.” Like me. “It is Finished."

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[[*Enter Reinforcements*]] [[Really: One Allah.]] [[Shalom.]]

Once there were some wizards. There are no good kinds of wizards. For a little short while, just once, ever, There was for that time: a “Good” “Wizard”. One-of-a-kind. Only good wizard there’ll be. His name was Isa. He died on a good day. He jumped (peace upon him), truly. Wasn’t ever there to ‘take away’.

Even the good wizard never wanted there to have been a good wizard.

It’s not laughable once you know why this is. He was so canny as a child, so caring, he cried. He cried often at his own mercy - who’d empathise? “Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani.” Like me. “It is Finished."

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Still they persevered, that soul, up past that. No crowds to heal now, no followings too to. Peace and no more mysteries. All was open!! Scribes spoke again: tautology and falsehood!! Allah’s hands were open-hearted, clean, unred.

LET THERE BE BLOOOOOOOOWGOLF!!!!!!!!!!

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L’H i j r a des Reptiles

Peace.

Well what a giant amount of relief that was!! To have fallen so far without knowing why, Only to fly!! 

...Could a man *want* two Allahs? NOOOOoooooooooo!!!!!!

Nobody who had met the God (unsinless*) would like that. A’A.

That’s the truth. He ain’t *not* terrifying, to you!! “Dinosaurs” ring any bells? Had you recently been in the company of anyone known by that name, Of anyshape of form: “Dinosaurs”???? No. You. Done. Had. *Didn’t*.

You weren’t supposed to be good friends with them at all. Nu-uh.  You could probably like, serve them coffee lots and often, definitely, But if anyone was even close to being friends with a Dinosaur, Awwmygosh, you do know what would happen then don’t you?

And that’s another *kind* of Hijra, which is similar in its intended effect,

They call that one the “yep, that’s the asteroid that’s gonna wipe all the dinosaurs offathaface of the Earth any moment now - hanging out dare Up way up in there sky.” Hijra. 

Yeah, we had plenty of kinds of Hijras so far and many, but never yet one of *these* kinds of Hijras, which is normal, they’re always new. Dinosaur-extinction was the gentlest, to humans, by and large.

[*Did you think I meant the Almighty is unsinless? NOOoooooo, you don’t *get* to say that,  Ever!! You wouldn’t like to!! Or lie!! When, then? At the start? When there’s nothing to sin against, or... After He’s given EACH THING  An entire cosmos except some of it?]

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The NOCCTUS

The Wandered-Eyes-Woman, she had a pink caravan

I saw it, Xe would xourney, Xhe would ampersand Amidst conjuncts, xontriving adjunct-zion-ships. [!loli] Law: No nonconsentual photography of children.  NOCCTVS!!!! Bad, bad seeds. Agreed.

A wizard, a fledged wizard, a challenged and now-come-home wizard With Knowledge: the wizard who is not-possibly novice, he cannot, no, He cannot with any sort of sorcery claim any sort of victory or even sport  Over an apprentice nor an child, urchin - There is no reward at all therein!! 

Now you know. (“You do.You did. I saw you.”) Allah is OMNISCIENT.

There is myth and unmyth: The Truth.

What greatness came without challenge?! Aim greater!! What sport was made better by an unmatched-pairing?!

And look!! There sings a renegade, with high praises, High praises indeed: “There could be purity thereupon!!” Aback!! Renegades!! Unkind to be there, then: Trapped!!

The Magiess in her Third Century then, She fits on occasion an 600-year old man, It is merry!! For what challenge has a man, Of 3 tourns, young, to lend a learned lady?

It is about *balance*. Precisely: Balance.  [”BALANCE”. Sponsored by Nimbus 9000.]

Date at your reading level, wizards, or close by: love to give!! The rest is lust: there is no reward to be garnered therein, Even “thereat”. God does know well what had lured ye...

By the soaring bamboo!! By the scimitar’s own scathe!! And forsoothe!! It was the serpent Who tempted you. NOT food. (#MeToo).

[The woman-boggle-eyed from her vindicationing, spake: “Blessed be they who-looked-but-did-not-touch. THESE, Who-shall-be-shamed-alike-back-as-they-had-found-pleasing, For these are they who are not *entirely* fucked. Peace.”] Pray to Allah for your feets’ footsteps, Or savour Flames’ Never-Abating Rages. Allah is He-Who-Accepts-All-Repentance. T’ala.

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Schrödinger’s Palace

Having then that I had found my voice So that after, would I find my place... Never, perhaps - so to need to speak.

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The No-Longer Fallen:                     A’ishiahnic Khalifaess

[[Girls can be so cruel. Well, we all do know it, All do grow, except the yet-to-learn, isn’t it? Then our deeds were never yet sinister!!]]

Come!! Love!! Once more we speak-to-dawn!! Letters of my chest!! My bosom is bloodied. My exile - has it been six months already?

My love - the eyes of a soldier without recourse As their life is taken from him: a burst dam. Wicked is war; most often. It is.

Before only one’s solace remains, come the flames. Before clouds of heavens’ p ä rt: it is cast-over. Before they leave - then is a surprising l i g h t .

A battlefield still. I am so GLAD you did not see what I saw. No armour but blindness for the flashes of muskets!! So soon I shall be home to you I pray, I wonder:  “Will ever again I know the rest of darkness?”.          

[My love, to you peace. Peace be:  Unto your neighbours say “Salaam”. Victory is a united, great nation waiting. Peace be for all!! “A’ishiahnic Khalifate.” (For long had I asked my consent.) Wa, Mohammad ar Rasulullah. Shalom ya beni Israel!! Wa Salaam.]

,peace!

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Grief & Resurrection

When allthisisverymuch’gone’ When Agony became Inhalation Exhilaton, Demise : Grief is a Well  Which  [[[[[[[[We cannot know!!]]]]]]]]

They cheer!! “Hearken, then!! Hear us!!” “Peace, my sister, welcome home.” Arise!!

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Fury

Fury is no shame - a warrior with words is Like a commis chef with a machete.

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The Moon, I have seen her smiling fondly

Anywhen, the way forward is on the path off the path. "Who is the man whose way is most recognised?" His wives smile most-often throughout their day. Can any show me the richer man, than this - For all their efforts combined invested?

(Wisest thing I ever said. Now then, time to travel.)

In the afternoon, I have seen her smiling fondly, My wife!! Whatever else ought books to record? Even in hours of sleep and at total darkness: Too then - alone I have marvelled at her bliss. Oh!! Do come and go!! You men on the street, Do as your souls rate; eat, and wear clothes!! There is nothing about other eyes in my eyes!! My love, I hope she is warm - I hope she smiles.

My night of terror shall end with man's days of war. My quest of the soul arrives never til peace for all. "Peace", is that which surrounds all conflicts. Ants. That is, bi'ithnillah: I am a trans*lesbian prophetess. I am on my way to find a heroine in need of rescuing.

Subhan'Allah Rabbi-al-Adheem!! KhalidaA’ishaahhhhhhh!!!! [####trans*prophetess*] Maryam As-Sabwr. [*FOR* World Peace.] [For sensible consent ethics. Wallahi.]

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Inspiration at Morning

“What, then, is inspiration at morning?!” How should it - in *best tact* - be told?? Would it be as a butterfly singing lowly? Would it be: “Watch! As the sky unfolds!”

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of the belle

The Poor!! So too as time is sure, The Poor are not yet blessed. “They are not blessed yet!!”, said the poor girl. “Yet, they are Not yet blessed.”, sang the belle.