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08.24.08WITCHCRAFT AND THE US ARMYPosted in General, Political Thought, Religious at 2:27 am by Administrator

John McCain searches for victim Abel
His ancient name was Lamech Cain the thief
Who stole a hapless soul and cursed himself
To be damned seventy times seven times
For the blood spilt on the skin of the earth

More blood to spill on Iraqi soil
To feed his thirst at the witching hour
Sitting on the hat of raging horsemen
Vultures who feast on flesh and belch oil
Marching on the grave of Nimrod’s home

US Army as witchcraft’s veritable tool?
For a hundred years in Mesopotamia
Yet the world plants a garden of silence
So deafening are its flowers of sorrow
As we weep for the flesh of lost children

Called McCain yet we all are blind
McLucifer’s name will blind open eyes
To the devises of the wolves of Lamech
Who howl at the moon of George Bushes crimes
In nostalgia for the cold peace of war

Modern Pandora called condeleeza Lies
Stokes the drum of war on Georgian bait
Sharpened teeth famished for a cloud of blood
Poking out of a face veiled with venom
Yet a garden of silence we plant

Lamech burns a witch in the public frames
But keeps a witch with an Army cap
Yet the silence we plant is deafening in silence
The hordes of hell wait to be let loose
Our silence fulfills their twilight flights

Ayoola Babatunde Oke

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,991417-2,00.html

“I Saluted a Witch”
Monday, Jul. 05, 1999 By S.C. GWYNNE/KILLEEN
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The high priestess lifts her arms to the crescent moon, her bright silver pentagrams shimmering in the light of a burning cauldron. About her stand hooded figures, some with long forked staffs bearing stag horns and hawk feathers, animal skins and other talismans. “Circle of power,” she chants, “I conjure thee to ban such things as named by me…Attract such things as named by me…Be cleansed of all impurity…So mote it be.” Surrounded by swarms of mosquitoes, the others chant back in litany, “So mote it be.”

The ceremony is a “moon ritual,” and the 20 people who gathered two weeks ago in this meadow in the middle of Texas believe it will change the world, if ever so slightly. That is because they are witches, and what they are doing in this incantatory rite is casting spells, in this case for “tolerance and understanding.” And while card-carrying witches might seem remarkable enough, these are more exotic still. They are Army witches: colonels and sergeants and captains and privates. They belong to a group of 50 or so kindred spirits who assemble regularly at Fort Hood, the largest U.S. military base, in Killeen. They are, in fact, part of a boomlet in the armed forces of believers who call themselves Wiccans and follow a polytheistic, nature-based religion that centers on an earth goddess. Since Fort Hood gave official recognition to the Wiccans more than two years ago, four more military bases have sanctioned the religion.
Few people outside the base knew the Army had approved such a group until a couple of months ago, when a photo of a torchlight ritual appeared in a local paper. As word spread, Christian groups and politicians denounced the Wiccans as both satanic and inappropriate in the U.S. Army. Eleven religious organizations called on Christians not to enlist or re-enlist until the Army stops supporting witchcraft. “What’s next?” asked Republican Congressman Bob Barr in a letter to Fort Hood’s commander. “Will armored divisions be forced to travel with sacrificial animals for satanic rituals?” G.O.P. Senator Strom Thurmond vowed to introduce legislation to stop the armed forces from condoning witchcraft. The Army shrugs at such complaints, saying it has no plans to shut down “minority religions.” “This belief is protected under the First Amendment,” says Major General William Dendinger, chairman of the Armed Forces Chaplains Board. In any case, as he points out, “very few members of the military practice these beliefs.”
In Killeen, Christians howl in protest. “We believe they are satanic and that they do not deserve to have any place at Fort Hood,” says the Rev. Jack Harvey of the local Tabernacle Baptist Church, which sponsored a letter-writing campaign against the Wiccans. “Eighty percent of my congregation is military, and they are appalled by it.”

Actually, Wiccans say they profess no satanism at all. Their paganism is drawn from pre-Christian European tribal religions that invoke spirits in nature and celebrate the seasons. They do not sacrifice animals or cast evil spells. Ron and Marie Smith, recently retired Army colonels, became Wiccans after having tried the Episcopal Church and Seventh-Day Adventism. “I was raised in the country, and in church I always felt enclosed,” says Ron, 53, who is now a registered nurse, as is his wife. “I feel close to God in nature.” Ron and Marie say they have paid a price for their beliefs. “We have had persistent threats against me and my wife,” says Ron. “People have told us they will beat us up.” Says Fort Hood high priestess Marcy Palmer: “I get threats on e-mail and calls threatening me at least twice a week.”
While their beliefs and practices may be gentle at heart, their symbolism makes it fairly easy to demonize them. Besides calling themselves witches, they often prefer to conduct their rituals naked (Fort Hood has forbidden them to do so), use 9-in. daggers called athames in their ceremonies, cast magic spells, and worship, among others, “the horned god” found in pagan traditions. Wiccans are also pacifists, but believe that your actions come back to you threefold and are prepared to accept the consequences of what they do as soldiers. That the Army would be so progressive in its acceptance makes perfect sense to the Wiccans. “The Army has always been ahead of the civilian world on things like racial and sexual equality,” says high priestess Palmer, a former military policewoman. “They’re just a lot more tolerant. When you’re in a foxhole, you don’t care what religion the guy next to you belongs to.” Army witches even have a sense of humor. At Halloween, Palmer turns her home, where she keeps a pet wolf named Spirit, into a haunted house for trick-or-treaters. “What could be better,” she says, “than a haunted house with real witches and a wolf that howls on command?”

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08.23.08Posted in General, Political Thought at 11:21 pm by Administrator

The current face off between the United States of America and Russia is a perfect example of the gross stupidity of this American president and the Republicans should be thoroughly embarrassed that they bequeathed Bush to the world for 8 harrowing years. It is amazing that he is ready to sacrifice the war on terror for the Georgian president’s miscalculations.

Now that Condelezza Lies is signing a Defence pact with Poland on behalf of Bush and America, what if Russia was to sign a defence pact or nuclear development pact with Iran or Syria.

The French and the Europeans know the real deal and that is why they are threading carefully but the Bull (or Bush) in China shop will not stop to Amaze a bemused world.

Dear Republicans please do not unleash someone even worse than Bush, John McCain

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08.14.08TUFIA!Posted in Social Issues at 7:50 pm by OYALI

Cutlass and gun
lightening and thunder
the last brine drops flow
and voices crack
we inhale the acrid smell
of our burnt flesh
our blood flows the streets
mothers wail
fathers sigh
children gaze ahead
they see nothing
we eat ourselves
to promote peace
our sects say so
TUFIA!

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RUMINATIONS 1Posted in Love at 7:46 pm by OYALI

What kills a man more
than the surge of emotions unspoken?
the heat ’specially when sincere
makes hell a paradise
pent-up feelings seeking
fissures to plode
oh!
the ecstasy will the imaginations outwit
when the explosion finds
the due season and soil
how glorious will the union be
when a man his lost rib finds!

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07.27.08INFESTED RIVERPosted in General, Love, Romantic at 12:42 am by Administrator

Like a crocodile infested river
Her tantalising agenda loomed large
Scented heavily with hopeless aroma
Of promises that cannot be fulfilled

Contentious and wicked lies struggle
With shades of colours of shallow reason
Somersaulting on the gilt-edge of hope
Like the tail of an incestuous dream

I am doubly ensnared but not defiled
As I embrace the shadow not the essence
Of a night that gossips about sunshine
In the floating shadows of moonlight

I drank and savoured her sultry lies
But when the night bled into daybreak
And she treacherously tiptoed away
I remembered her like a bequeathed dream

9th April 2008; 10:17am

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RAGING PARADOXPosted in General, Love, Romantic at 12:40 am by Administrator

I dared to sail on a tempestuous sea
Carried away on the wings of true love
The whirlwind’s force broke my anchorage free
I swirl to depths below and heights above

I long for the shoreline of loneliness
The shallow waters of tranquility
Of certainty’s reign laced with tardiness
Where I laid fallow in obscurity

I like to be in control of my flow
In the rest realm of lethargic calmness
But love the challenge of fissures and glow
Metaphors and imageries of brightness

Man truly is a raging paradox
Conflicting schism like Pandora’s box!

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EPIPHANYPosted in General at 12:39 am by Administrator

Part 2

VISIONS FROM ABOVE

I sat in the region of darkness
Swimming in an abyss of slime
Senses beclouded and lost
In a place called Golgotha

Suddenly a door way appear
A staircase to the stars
Angels descending from above
And ascending back again

I saw visions of heavenly glory
Colours of myriad consternation
Beauty of the face of God
Shinning upon my countenance

I am sustained in his love
Covered with his splendour
Oh what a resplendent brightness
In expressible in mere words

Transposed in to Benjamin’s Chamber
In the ruling house of Judah
Where the sceptre departs not
El-Gibbor’s throne room of grace

Magnify him in his magnificence
Exalt the high and Lofty One
Who dwells in the heights of Zion
In the midst of the great congregation

The nimbus and the aureole
Do no justice to your majesty
Indescribable are you Lord
Excellent beyond comprehension

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EPIPHANYPosted in General at 12:38 am by Administrator

PART 1

I WANT FREEDOM

Groaning in the belly of the dark dungeon
Wallowing with other souls under the dragon’s yoke
Weeping for the lost kingdom of yesteryears
When we roamed free in sunlit days

I look up to see no rainbow in the sky
To the horizon my two eyes roam to and fro
There is no flushing of blooming meadows
I painfully resign to this palace of doom

I wonder about the veracity of time travel
To be able to transverse zonal dimensions
Breaking down rigid barriers of steel
To escape the oppression of this darkness
I traveled through time to get here
This penitentiary of a hopeless dawn
Where sun rays are smouldered and quenched
So that draconian ideals may reign supreme

My conscience has been imprisoned
The keys to his cell cannot be found
I remain locked up in this desolate bunker
Were roaches feed on my brains festering wounds

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RAISED FROM THE DEAD (GOD IS JUSTIFIED-OLUJARE)Posted in General at 12:36 am by Administrator

(THE INJURY)
Caught in a cross fire of frailty
He was shot in the fallot
Developing a cardiac injury
A slow descent to the grave began

(THE BOY)
He was born in a little town
Remote somewhere in Ireland
But drew the ire of death so soon
And the dark angel was PETULANT

(THE ANGEL)
Peevishly impatient and impudent
The angel wanted his prize
The little boy’s yet short-lived life
Spreading gloom he loomed

(HEROD OF HELL)
The Herod of hell held on…
Awaiting a fait accompli report
Of the sunset of an unrisen sun
Snuffed out like a candle in the wind

(LAMENTATION)
Who saw the boy’s star?
Who informed hell of his birth?
Sorrow was feed to his heart
His mother felt the gnawing pain

(DELIVERANCE)
Then a strong and resolute hand
Was held out form heaven’s throne
“Loose him and let him go”
Thundered the voice of Love

(PROPHECY)
Who has believed our report?
To whom is the Lord’s arm revealed?
He shall grow up before the Lord
Tenderly, a root plant out of dry ground!

11:30am Sunday 9th January 2000

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AN ODYSSEY WITH DEATH (A HANDSHAKE WITH DEATH)Posted in General, Religious at 12:35 am by Administrator

(A HAND FROM HELL)
A cruel mercilessly cold hand
Clutched at the boy’s heart
At the dawning of his birth
Drawing him behind the curtain of life

Tetralogy of the fallot…
That was the diagnosis
As joy of birth turned to despair
In a grief stricken moment

(WILL HE DIE)
We all merged into his life…
Battling and struggling through
As sunlit days became darkened
By the looming presence of death

Hope hung precariously on a thread
Threading softly near the abyss
The cold dark and bleak void
That envelopes all man’s expectation

(PORTAL OF HOPE)
Helpless but hopeful
All turned to the place of prayer
The cloak room of fortitude
To seek the GOVERNOR’s consent

The boy bravely soldiered on…
In the Spirit of us all
As doctors cut open his cardiac
Carefully suturing and mending

(MIRACLE)
Out of his dying embers
A spark ignited a flame
And the miracle of faith
Stoked the furnace of life

The boy shook hands with death
And bid the sentinel of life…
Farewell, Adios, Bye-bye, O dabo
Until the time of the evening sunset

(MILLENNIUM)
As the sentinel lingers…
The boy turned away to face
The sunshine of a breaking dawn
In his eyes the rays of a new millennium

1:14 am Sunday 9th of January 2000

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