13 Jun 07 5:40 am
This is poetry
The watchers of the game
Look, to communicate. I don't think my father ever loved my mother and vice versa, I think, because the strangest thing about my dad is that, if anyone is the god around this house he is, not me.
I have told my dad for the longest, that I know how life works, a man cannot build a pedastal and place himself on it. My father found the honey sex pot of gold exactly 17 years younger than him, the best looking female he could find, and reproduced himself in a manner that would create a person that could build for him a pedastal. I am will ing to do that. I am a very respectful person and I answer to the bells of antiquity, and the funny thing, is that when you build such an enormous stage for someone, people like that you can do that. He gave life to me, I know for me to be great, and it had nothing to do with him, because he is happy with no bubble gum too.
There is something about responsibility in life that is sacred. Responsibility is one of the most important qualities in life for a person to have. Responsiblity is the group of philosophical values of what matters to you, and stick to it ness of holding on loosely to things so they don't slip out of your hand. To always move towards some back burner goal on the horizon, for everything that you accumulate to add up to something that is more than the sum of its parts.
Now, my father for some reason, has been in the center of life, and the people, maybe it was just the powers that be that chose him, or he just farts at the right time, and people noticed that that was the time of the last nearly perfected broken one, since my male family line comes from a vampire a long ways back that redid his genetics to such an extent giants and dwarfs came from his bloodline. This vampire burned, his named was Anthony, and I come from the n'Dinine line of this man that burned like the sun, I am talking maybe 400 years ago. n'Dinine means the ones who came from Anthony.
Now I have a handler that walks me around when everyone in the hood coomes out at the same time everyday, he knows where everyone is, and I listen to him religiously because he knows when I am about to appear, except he will exit his door right when I pass his house and he has got no scouts, you see....
He told me one time, that didn't you ever notice how the old masters painted the eyes so perfectly? Then I went home later and I looked in the mirror, and the disease in my eyes was gone. That was one lesson. He has had many lessons for me and he never will tell me, David you have done you're eyes right, he will go about it in a manner that is not indicative of that he is implanting any seed of knowledge into me at all. It will be later on when I understand the things he includes in the hum drum.
Now that you know this Saint, Peter and you know how he communicates to me the things I am supposed to know, now I will tell you why I wrote all this to answer your question about the relevancy of Islam in my life.
Um Saint Pete said to me one day, David, did you ever notice how sometimes things take like 40, 50, 60, years to happen and there are cycles of things that mature in these AGES ?????
I was like yeah, I am all into that, I believe life is a marathon, that is my mantra, moving one stone in life, going for a lifetime paycheck rather than needing money for a girlfriend to cover up my weaknesses.
Anyways, I stray from the point, only for me to learn something about myself through writing. But, my father, has met most of the Presidents has hung with most of the last Kings of the major countries, met the great athletes, artists anyone everyone who was an icon in the non Paris Hilton sense of the word. People who rose to power because they had ability. The back bone of the 20th Century. It started when he was a young man and he was on the bee line to Germany in the War, and in peace he followed a similiar line of being in the thick of things like a Hemmingway would. Except my father is not a writer. I have chronicalled all this.
I don't know why the Icon makers chose him to be the witness to it all, I think someone is just chosen, the Virgin Maria arrangement of Public hair on my belly button is only a symbol of god, it doesn't mean he is a god or I am, since we all can potentially be gods....
The thing is, it is the symbol of God that we carry, this thing of nature that the rest of the clan laid down all their lives to preserve to keep alive this representative potato chip of Jesus.
This is what was left after Anthony burned. There was the God essence in his belly button, and it was a symbol that we aren't dead until we are, so as long as you are alive, the village is gonna cover your ass, and pay your taxes if your crops get burned because of envy.
There are no gods, but believe me, there was an earthquake in my village 400 years ago, the winds changed the rain flowed and cleaned the sity of a stentch as old as time, and then Anthony's stink went away, and it was a miracle, the sickest man in the village, to rise from a death bed of ten years, and then almost look like a god, and then to see the tangle of pubic hair on his glory trail button.
People speak on other levels. Word gets around of true miracles. The godhead that gets created 400 years back nearly perfected, gets placed with th ebottom half that was lost, and the male brain, the holy graile, together with the strength of the libido of gold, form a new heart, that which was me. The heart that had to be broke to know what a heart was, and is.
So, I was born with 12 females in a convent, and I was the 13th child, perhaps at a time, when the governments didn't speak about it, that there was a dearth in the making of boys, because the human race was dying. And so, this red carpet follows me, and I am shown the world, and I am forced into the best schools only the best newpapers admit to being the best schools, and the rest of the privilaged go to Ivy League Schools and keep their relay race batons in their hands. My education could not have been better. I don't think I got into Bronx Science. I don't think they even graded my test. I was an idiot, not even a savant. I was in my own world, enjoying the space of virginity in my head. They pushed me along because I had the face to face anything, I had the heart to endure anything, and I was a seed planted so well, books written years before I was born already knew I was to hold those books and I was to be the one to integrate all that my father faced which was everything. OK so I bit off more than I could chew, and I got physically carried away many times, but this is understandable. This is life.
The Islamic peoples were right, the Messiah did come this year. They are watchers. They are the Ancient negroid Egyptians that turned into Islamic peoples, and all other white came from. It happened at the pyramids, at the tops of the pyramids, the sport of kings for all, they ruled the world, and they did not lose the world like the Orientals did, no offence, something turned the Orientals into aliens that could not be retrieved. I have received messages about your peoples. I maybe can save them with an intestinal track that has no smell, the breath sweet like the blind man said I had, and a body that doesn't sweat even under duress, for when Anthony became the last vampire of pure mind, he gave me a third kidney which I carry, and which is why I don't sweat.
The Arabic peoples are the keepers of the Soul of mankind. They are the watchers, they don't have to do it anymore, because they did it right. They do not fight in their villages, and they pretend to be evil killers so that the rest of us don't think of bombing children day care centers in Oklahoma City. The Islamic People will fake being evil, so that it polarizes the rest of us to being good. They have evolved right, and they treat each other well.
Life out there is all a game, it is a distraction that takes into account human nurture through coercion, and forces us to be the best we can be. It is a game, and it is designed to make us all winners. The Islamic peoples let me know I am the one that was predeicted to rise from hell, because something in the past chose my future seed to take the trip you all know about and whch I speak on the streets with the same force. I am not ashamed, I am not honored, I am not a god, though I have had god powers slit through my hands, I am a messenger of the first order, I am a deliverer of the truth, that is all.
There will be no knew religion this time, you will get the unadulterated truth, because civilization required it. Times are a changing. It has been done, I can die again, it is over, they don't even need my seed. Time buries lies, it buries incompleteness, and in the future whole ones will rise again until the sun cools, heats, recedes then explodes.