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Same ness (poem)



Wise King Solomon, the king of peace, made them the same, he gave them a new name, the Same-ites but in order to do that one of them he had to shame.  

Those who can respect the authority of reason on the right, those that only respect violence on the left, one of them sinister, one of them righteous.  The sheep get the Shepherd’s Crook the goats get the flail.  

As it was then, so it is again.  They can not atone, because they are not at one, which is why they can not attune, their attention is in the wrong place. 


They demand to hear gods real name, Shemhamphorasch, but they are deaf to it, it singes their ears.  they are incapable of accepting their status in life.  

They cling to their sibboleths and we to our shibboleths, a man cannot slave for too masters, for either one serves  The Goddess of Reason, or one slaves for Mammon. It is a sisibilantie that binds. Sibil disobedience. 

Two brothers apparently alike in form but completely different in spirit.  




Shalom (שָׁלוֹם) (Sephardic Hebrew/Israeli Hebrew: shalom; Ashkenazi Hebrew/Yiddish: sholom, sholem, sholoim, shulem) is a Hebrew word meaning peace, completeness, prosperity, and welfare and can be used idiomatically to mean bothhello and goodbye.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shalom


SolomonLook up Solomon at Dictionary.commasc. proper name, Biblical name of David’s son, king of Judah and Israel and wisest of all men, from Greek Solomon, from Hebrew Sh’lomoh, from shelomo “peaceful,” from shalom “peace.” The Arabic form is Suleiman. The common medieval form was Salomon (Vulgate, Tyndale, Douai); Solomon was used in Geneva Bible and KJV. Used allusively for “a wise ruler” since 1550s. Related: Solomonic; Solomonian. The Solomon Islands were so named 1568 by Spanish explorers in hopeful expectation of having found the source of the gold brought to King Solomon in I Kings ix:29.  http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=Solomon


In linguistics and ethnology, Semitic (from the BiblicalShem“, Hebrew: שם‎) was first used to refer to a language family ofWest Asian origin, now called the Semitic languages. This family includes the ancient and modern forms of Ahlamu, Akkadian,Amharic, Ammonite, Amorite, Arabic, Aramaic/Syriac, Canaanite (Phoenician/Carthaginian/Hebrew), Chaldean, Eblaite,Edomite, Ge’ez, Old South Arabian, Modern South Arabian, Maltese, Mandaic, Moabite, Sutean, Tigre and Tigrinya, andUgaritic, among others.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semitic_people


Shem (Hebrew: שֵם, ModernShemTiberianŠēm ; Greek: ΣημSēm; Ge’ez: ሴም, Sēm; “renown; prosperity; name”; Arabic:سامSām) was one of the sons of Noah in the Hebrew Bible as well as in Islamic literature. He is popularly regarded as the eldest son, though some regard him as the second son. According to some Rabbinic traditions, Shem was born without a foreskin (aposthia); which may indicate a basis for circumcision that predates the covenant of Abraham.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shem


A shibboleth (/ˈʃɪbəlɛθ/[1] or /ˈʃɪbələθ/[2]) is a word or custom whose variations in pronunciation or style can be used to differentiate members of ingroups from those of outgroups. Within the mindset of the ingroup, a connotation or value judgment of correct/incorrect or superior/inferior can be ascribed to the two variants.


Gilead then cut Ephraim off from the fords of the Jordan, and whenever Ephraimite fugitives said, ‘Let me cross,’ the men of Gilead would ask, ‘Are you an Ephraimite?’ If he said, ‘No,’ they then said, ‘Very well, say “Shibboleth” (שבלת).’ If anyone said, “Sibboleth” (סבלת), because he could not pronounce it, then they would seize him and kill him by the fords of the Jordan. Forty-two thousand Ephraimites were killed on this occasion.

Judges 12:5–6, NJB  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shibboleth
Sibilance is a manner of articulation of fricative and affricateconsonants, made by directing a stream of air with the tongue towards the sharp edge of the teeth, which are held close together; a consonant that uses sibilance may be called a sibilant. Examples of sibilants are the consonants at the beginning of the English words sip, zip, ship, chip, and Jeep, and the second consonant in vision. The symbols in theInternational Phonetic Alphabet used to denote the sibilant sounds in these words are, respectively, [s] [z] [ʃ] [tʃ] [dʒ] [ʒ]. (The sounds [tʃ] [dʒ], as in chip and Jeep, are affricates; the rest are fricatives.) Sibilants have a characteristically intense sound, which accounts for their non-linguistic use in getting one’s attention (e.g. calling someone using “psst!” or quieting someone using “shhhh!”).  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sibilant
The Cult of Reason (French: Culte de la Raison)a was a belief system established in France and intended as a replacement for Christianity during the French Revolution.[1]  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cult_of_Reason
Mammon /ˈmæmən/, in the New Testament of the Bible, is material wealth or greed, most often personified as a deity, and sometimes included in the seven princes of Hell.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mammon
Early mentions of Mammon appear to stem from the personification in the Gospels, e.g., Didascalia, “Do solo Mammona cogitant, quorum Deus est sacculus”; and Saint Augustine, “Lucrum Punice Mammon dicitur” (Serm. on Mt., ii). Gregory of Nyssa also asserted that Mammon was another name for Beelzebub.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mammon
Beelzebul claims to cause destruction through tyrants, to cause demons to be worshipped among men, to excite priests to lust, to cause jealousies in cities and murders, and to bring on war.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beelzebub#Testament_of_Solomon

An Ifrit is mentioned in the Qur’an, Sura An-Naml (27:39-40):

An ifrit (strong one) from the jinn said: “I will bring it to you before you rise from your place. And verily, I am indeed strong, and trustworthy for such work.” One with whom was knowledge of the Scripture said: “I will bring it to you within the twinkling of an eye!” Then when Solomon saw it placed before him, he said: “This is by the Grace of my Lord – to test me whether I am grateful or ungrateful! And whoever is grateful, truly, his gratitude is for (the good of) his ownself; and whoever is ungrateful, (he is ungrateful only for the loss of his ownself). Certainly my Lord is Rich (Free of all needs), Bountiful.  


The Ifrits are in a class of infernal Jinn noted for their strength and cunning. An ifrit is an enormous winged creature of fire, either male or female, who lives underground and frequents ruins. Ifrits live in a society structured along ancient Arab tribal lines, complete with kings, tribes, and clans. They generally marry one another, but they can also marry humans.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ifrit





Infernal Machine (poem)


From the Lingayat of Shivastus Solomonicus

The Abyss Hath stared back into me.  Like Oedipus I want to pluck my eyes from my skull, never to see again.  I have seen inside this infernal machine, I understand its diabolical machinations.  I know its design, its function, its purpose.

The Cross that I bare, The burden of understanding, The guilt of this Forbidden Knowledge.  Knowing is a crime, comprehending the insanity, I cannot tell the cogs and if I did they couldn’t understand and wouldn’t believe me.  The scope is too grand, the unmasking of the Architect whose hidden hand contrived this Master Plan.

The madness of the Human Condition is infuriating, to know the future and not be able to affect it, to change it.  To see the conclusion and be impotent to avoid it.  To undo the error of the beginning.  The nature of this Juggernaut itself must change.  Every sprocket, every gear, transformed, every function perfected, in order for the beast to transcend.  Behemoth to Revelation, Abomination to perfection, a Herculean task to be sure…

It is unlawful to bring light into this world and I am the most wanted criminal.  A world hostile to reason, deaf to logic, blind to wisdom, and incapable of understanding.  Whore ship these false idols of Ego, Money, and a Life of ease devoid of substance, clean on the outside but polluted and putrid on the inside.


Your Horse Sh** Escapes You, Sir!


Your horse shit escapes you, sir!

If this was a race between your intellect and your horse shit, the horse shit would be leading by a league.

Fascinating isn’t it?  That which is the slowest part of the horse is fleeter of foot than the fastest part of your reason?

Even now my nostrils cringe, my sinuses singed by the offensive odor of arrogant ignorance.

A wrathful spirits attacks the senses, you didn’t give wing to a thesis, you gave flight to a feces.

You are a veritable Mercurial Twit, in the battle of wits the unarmed man must submit to the one armed man.

Yet still these persist, these Serpents of Unwisdom, these Servants of Anti Logic,

Whore shipping their god of Unreason.  Rife with the pestilence of their Whore Moans being all out of wack.

Sentimental thinkers, reality warped by their emotions and addictions to their emotional ideas.

Strong in the disease and weak in health, they prostitute their reason to Normatization, Popular opinion.

Hiding their light they disappear into the herd.

Inoculating themselves to the cure and infecting themselves with the disease.

Intellectual faggotry and armchair philosophy are the rules of the day.

Divorced from the consequences, ignorant of the results, they march on oblivious to the reality

that they are their own worst enemy, they are sowing the seeds of their own demise, and they shall reap what they sow.

Hoist with their own petard, they invigorate their guard and fortify their grasp on their own failure, which cannot be

wrenched from their kung fu grip.  They WILL have their just deserts, gazpacho of justice, a dish best served cold.

Devolution of Modern Man



I leave the dance floor after tearing it up to take a breather, I feel an evil pair of eyes on me, discretely I watch from under the brim of my baseball cap.  An aging hipster sits writhing like a Pythian oracle in mid epiphany as he eyeball fucks me.  He can’t tear his eyes from me and yet he is disgusted by my existence.  His emotions play across his visage as he screams his thoughts with his face.  I read him like a book.  

More deserving than I is he of the poon because he is acting like he doesn’t want it.  He has adopted distracting affectation like a dog rolling in the excrement of another dog, a highly educated idiot that went to college and learned what the correct answer is though he couldn’t get to it with his own resources.  

Oh, he sees me looking at him under the brim of my hat.  He catches his breath, pulse quickens, and then he recuperates with righteous indignation.  

What a piece of work this man, 

How rich in pomposity

How bankrupt in ability,

In Reasoning how like a Virgin,

In Leadership how like a suckling toddler,

In bed how like a crying woman,

In intellect how like an uninspired mime,

In spirit how like a corpse,

In courage how like a cow herd, 

In cynicism how like a Titan,

In self scrutiny how like a blind man, 

but in cockblocking, a virtuoso….

Like a perfumed fart his presence lingers, 

You can’t call them what they are because they are a protected group, 

Protected from reality, truth, consequence and relationship.

Reassigned more value than their contribution merits. 

Rest assured, by whatever name you call them

that Rose will soon smell as sweet. 



Glass Castle


While heading in to work today I saw a beautiful little bird dead by the door.  It had tried to fly through the window and killed itself. 

Poor little bird, you could never have known it looked inviting but you weren’t invited, there was an invisible barrier for you, it was never about you. 

Trust me you are better off out here, far superior this actual death than a prolonged living death, included but excluded.

My little sing songing floating flying flower, dashed to death abruptly without warning. 

These people live in glass houses and throw rocks…



One day the river got in an argument with a lake 

“I am so much greater than you” 

said the lake

“you swell a few times a year and sometimes completely disappear”

the Ocean chimed in,

“Both of you are pathetic, I am broader and deeper than both of you

10 times over, your squabbling is petty.” 

And then one single drop of water spoke…

“None of you would exist without me, 

there is nothing you are that I am not. 

Every jot and tittle in you is me.  

I am ever present within you and I know everything about you. “


We should strive to make our ego like a drop of water hovering in a weightless environment with no forces acting on it, perfectly round and calm, at peace, and we should make an effort to maintain that state in the face of difficulty.  Not stepping one toe off the path we have set out for ourselves.  Always consciously doing our own perfect will and accepting the consequences for it.  


Perfection in Imperfection



In the garden is before time, 

I am Adam, I am Eve, I am the Serpent, I am the Tree, you are all me.

Genesis, going in, inhale

Exodus, exhale exile

the in breaths and out breaths of Brahma

Upon being born you inhale

Upon dying you exhale the spirit. 

Whether one or many, I am what I shall prove to be. 

As-salam alaykum, 

Shalom, Lechaim

Peace to the Elohim

all one or alone

Imperfection is in the eye of the beholder.