gko

The hum of babies crying seeps into my ear drum like a vent opening.
The hum of ladies lying, pierces my spine.
A call to prayer. Al-Azan.

Solemn truths trickle down my throat like babies swallowing their tears.
The hum of ladies crying, disrupts my equilibrium.
I usually don’t answer to unknown callers, but this is different.

I breathe. Pause. I am electrified. Server restarted. Life restored.

She comes Alive.
And then, a Whisper…
I arrive, I arrive, I arrive.

Perhaps some Arabic Lo-Fi would help me focus and allow the words to flow more concisely.
Here is today’s Prompt:

-In my heart is….
-The painful punishment due to habitual lying…….
-Let’s explore your roots and what that word means to you….
-How do you define redemption without using google?

His dream trembles in my Heart of hearts. The Portals. The Planets. That shrill, eternal scream. He heard it. I felt it. Lightning. Thunder. The Clap of a desperate mother.
The Clap.
The clap of Authority.

“They put their fingers in their ears against the thunderclaps, in dread of death“

As I type those words, They meet my ears, Literally.
The Supreme Source of Infinite Truth and Creation, Mercy, and Undivided attention.
That Thing.
Whatever you wanna call it.

To ignore the Clap would be a blatant act of rebellion and disrespect.

Planets screaming at each other. They come to Her rescue. In the midst of volatility, They find Harmony.
They come to His rescue in the midst of chaos. They find Destruction.
They come to The Child’s rescue in the midst of War. They find many marks of Martyrs.

Fire and Stones are for the old books.
We have evolved and so has our Creator.
“Punishment from the sky”
But only for the ill of Heart.

12 springs gushed from the wounds of babies, children, fathers and mothers.
12 springs flowed at the feet of those left behind. The Mark of Many Martyrs.
Triple M, perfect symmetry, on this beat, I retreat at the feet of defeat.
On this Clap, I retreat to the Temple of the Martrys.
Where Hunger is fed by snatching Souls unkind.

The impact is inevitable. Deeds weighed. Verdict made.

The portals of slaughter do not practice forced compliance. They are merciful. They reinforce good behavior.

In this space of wonder and disbelief, I feel my heartbeat and a Melody rings out.
“Do what you are commanded…” Ouch. That one didn’t sit well at first.

“The defiantly disobedient. It is those who are the Losers.“
“I have seen the Heavens and The Earth and I know what you reveal and what you have concealed“

I have been defiantly disobedient. I have Lost. I have shattered my self into a Thousand tiny pieces and picked them up, like shards of glass, placing them upon me. Each addition, a new cut. The iron seeps out and purifies my skin. I have alchemized and this is my armor. The Mark of the Martyrs.

The Dead are brought to Life in the Kingdom of Martyrs.

I have been marked.

I fall to my knees and place my forehead at the aching Earth, soaked in blood and tears. The feeling is so powerful that my screen goes Black.

No time to brace for impact. It already happened and We did not succumb to fear and violence.

He opens his eyes and Knows what She concealed.

Truth is a Gift for those who seek and for those pure of Heart.
Yep, That’s Him.
The crystylline Man of Gold and infinite longing.

He opens his eyes and feels the weight of a dying planet.
Truth is an ocean and it Drowns.

Redemption is a shared experience between those contractually obliged to remain in union.
Redemption is never given or expected.
Redemption is an ocean and it Drowns.
Redemption is an Ocean and it Teaches.
Redemption is an Ocean and if Flows in gentle waves.
Redemption is an ocean and it knows what you may not yet Know.
Redemption is earned, lacking instant gratitude.

Redemption is a Resurrection of Martyrs, not afraid to slay The Wicked.
Unlike the Most High Glory be to Him, Martyrs are not contractually obligated to practice Mercy…
In my humble opinion.

They come for you in the night and snatch up the Souls of Zionists and it’s ugly sympathizers.
They make it slow and painful, for each and every tortured Palestinian.

In the sky, I reside. Surfin clouds, smokin loud.
On this path I run for Cover.
Dodged the Clap, is it over?


It is a Cycle of torture, Wrath upon Wrath. Will I be granted a Life?

Phone rings, Unknown caller.
Pick it up, Pick it up.

-GKO