I Sleep With Those Homosexuals

I sleep with those homosexuals who are thrown
from roofs in Muslim societies and then stoned.
With those who are hanged from cranes in public squares
where Islam holds sway, having no humor and no place for queers.

I sleep with them every night in my thoughts, with a pain
too unbearable to make open displays of a grief driving me insane.
While Christopher Street celebrants may actually sleep with each other,
this hetero male is cherishing those lost lives like their own goddamn mother.

Khomeini was right, and Baghdadi too, their own disdain
for such is quite in keeping with Islam, keeping it pure from all stain.
That the open self-contradiction in this is a bedrock of hypocrisy,
is news to an LGBT mainstream which cannot concern itself, is just too busy.

Like the churches and synagogues, likewise busy with mass appeasement
and uncritical conformity toward "The-Religion-Of-Peace" - all  meant
to pacify and distract every normal, liberal or conservative, analytical power
gradually groomed and paralyzed through the taqiyya of "tolerance" to cower.

I sleep with those Christians - murdered, beheaded, abused and crucified,
set afire as was the Jordanian pilot (though likewise Muslim was on the wrong side).
I sleep with those children, set up by Hamas' chicanery to adulate murderous martyrs,
or to expose themselves, despite and defying warnings, to air attacks without fear.

I sleep heavy-hearted with those girls and women - arranged, sold, captured,
raped, impregnated, stoned, disfigured, beheaded, cast way - while enraptured
the multi-culti West dreams of Islamisation and open friendly dhimmitude.
Night after night I carry them into my troubled sleep, all of these, yet I am rude

for mentioning any of this, pursuing and confronting and exposing it, tireless
for all that lack of slumber, doggedly defying the dogma of political-correctness.
To be uncomfortable is the price for being awake, the choice is there for each to make.
I don't concern myself over who will listen, my Source sustains me, it's for His sake.

Do Not Speak Harshly Into That Good-Night

Do not speak harshly to your mate,
to check your aggression do not hesitate;
regard him or her as the apple of your eye,
let your touch be tender, your humor wry.

That dusty advice, not to end the day in a fight,
is sound:  so do not speak harshly into that good-night;
when the tone is loving in your own household
then it would likewise follow in your neighboring fold.

Yet soft alarms will not do, when the world is asleep,
nor being still nor timid, for fear of being told to shut up;
to be clear and to confront, willing to go to bat against odds
which weigh heavy - a strong voice and a steady's needed.

("The wise man submits to conditions when he is helpless, bowing to the will of God.  But the evil that is avoidable he roots out without sparing one single moment of effort.")

 

And cowardice poorly covered in a mantle of "tolerance" will be exposed
for what it is, in but a matter of time, when all that is being superimposed
upon indigenous populations and what remains of identifiable nations
falls apart - as it only can - losing all nerve and bluster in the face of immigrations

full of dishonest intention, counterfeit purpose; catastrophe heading for disaster:
in the hands of a bland faceless management-elite which presumes to be master
of this destructive course it both created and mindlessly serves, never once grasping
the evil which rules and controls their unconscious minds, till the day they're gasping

for the last breath of air which will be denied - in vain we'll have died,
who'd fought unceasingly for the conscious individual against this cult of night,
against the blunt cudgel of political correctness preparing the way for a dhimmitude,
in which these will not fare better - indeed, their enforced dumbing-down's a mere prelude.

Destined For Dhimmitude

One says, some things die hard – like illusions;

still harder die the hard-won Gutmensch delusions.

While some follow a dream, others a hallucination;

whoever follows the EU-nightmare will lose a nation

to the chaos, planned or not, brought on by mass-immigration.

Illusions, delusions and hallucinations deny the coming Islamisation,

– political correctness and its denunciations takes its unnatural course,

grooming a culture of censure, censorship, all of whose natural source

lies with the ideological Left and its lies idiot-logical, concerning the Welcome

spread out at the expense of all, for a paralysing parasitic era which will come.

"The-Religion-Of-Peace" does not come without a price, it brings with it shari'a

under which the very notion of democracy and private religious choice is pariah;

which hardly a soul indoctrinated in the "tolerant, multi-cultural" attitude

would ever grasp – that as kafir s/he has but one choice: death or dhimmi-tude.

Conversion being the "best of options", though one finds it unlikely that so many

would renounce generations of free thought for an exotic intellectual slavery.

Nor would such risk death in Resistance – hence tomorrow's role of dhimmi

for those who, with broken wills and resignation, conform (as that is less foolhardy).

Not for these a conscious pride in nation or culture, tradition or personal dignity
– appeasement and arrangement whatever the cost, and that cost will be high.

Mosque after mosque ... churches closed or taken over; synagogues, temples: taboo;

Where then will you find your "multi-culti" under mono-culti shari'a, as Christian or Jew,

or Hindu, Buddhist, atheist or other? Where then your LGBT and "feminism", liberality –

your freedom to eat, drink and dress, to dance and sing as you like, farewell democracy?

If enslavement is bitter when it overwhelms by force, it's phenomenally stupid

when one drags oneself by the nose, eyes closed, into it through such insipid

intransigence, negligence, refusal to google and inform oneself of what is afoot;

sucking up all the taqiyyah of those who'll expect your submission via the dhimmi route.

Wake up now or when it's too late – or never, as the case may be:

just don't block the way of those willing to fight the tide of the status of dhimmi.

Wudu and Weeping

Muslims! When you perform your wudu,
What is that you think you do?
With what care you perform ritual ablutions,
Five times daily for your habitual intrusions
Into this world of creative spontaneity,
Hating Nature, loathing kuffar, and serving your own vanity!
Salafists, Wahabbis! wash your faces, forearms, feet –
While worms fill your hearts on which they feed!

I've relished wudu, learned the script, revelled in prayer ...
Then, absorbed in dhikr I reread those suras, became aware
Of what you're doing, have always been doing, will go on doing:
Not joy you sow but stark despair, and all of your wudu-ing
Will never cleanse a single hair; you love jihad but know no God!
You love to conquer, just not yourselves; claims of peace deception, fraud.

Taqiyya your gospel, and mighty hospitable, as it suits you, as it suits you –
Supremacist and underdog unified in Umma, addressing others, Christian, Jew,
Or East or West: your plans are laid, appeased and blessed by States who've screwed
Their peoples for less, dhimmitude without conscience courage or character to confront
An ideology of such massive proportion, with an own ideology which would grant
Islam all that it wants and hankers after – how the imams do sheikh with laughter,
At the suicide of nations – full of patience, speeding their haste for dominion – gullible kuffar!

And so I weep, and go on weeping, for all your victims, my head bowed –
My weeping is my wudu, my tears are my ablution now.