Truth Is a Rock in Jerusalem

Truth Is a Rock in Jerusalem

a bullet shot

at Muslim men

Jewish men rocking at the Wailing Wall

Palestinian van

driven into working men–

Israel is a den of thieves
Radical Jewish Terrorists
Pushing into Al-Haram Al-Sharif
Taking Arab land
Calling it settlement when the truth
Is anything but settled–
We know the Dome of the Rock
The Temple Mount are holy
But are they

When bullets fly within?

Well water

Olive oil

Separate when mixed

And a rock is just a stone until we make it holy:
Housed in a mosque, hurled in a riot, one meant to kill, the other to inspire.

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Palestinians gather stones that were stored in the Al Aqsa mosque beforehand, as they clean up after clashes with Israeli police on the compound known to Muslims as Noble Sanctuary and to Jews as Temple Mount in Jerusalem's Old City
Palestinians gather stones that were stored in the Al Aqsa mosque beforehand, as they clean up after clashes with Israeli police on the compound known to Muslims as Noble Sanctuary and to Jews as Temple Mount in Jerusalem’s Old City September 13, 2015. REUTERS/Ammar Awad

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One Holy Site Two Faiths 

Holy City Timeline on Temple Mount/Al Haram Al Sharif

 

Where do the children play?        How will they feel when they are men?

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May there be Peace in Jerusalem and the Middle EastThe Dome of the Rock is seen in the background as Palestinian youths practice their parkour skills during Friday prayers in Jerusalem's Old City

It’s Possible

It is possible to be gay and Christian.
It’s also possible to believe in God and science.
It is possible to be pro-choice and anti-abortion.
It is equally possible to be a feminist and love and respect men.
It’s possible to have privilege and be discriminated against
To be poor and have a rich life
To not have a job and have money (legal good money).

It is possible to be anti guns and still believe in the right to defend one’s self, family and property.

It’s possible to be anti-war and pro-military.
It is possible to be anti-Trump and pro-America.
It is possible to love thy neighbor and despise his actions.
It is possible to advocate Black Lives Matter and pro-police.
It is possible to not have an education and be brilliant.
It is possible to be Muslim and also suffer at the hands of terrorists.
It is possible to be a non-American fighting for the American dream.
It is possible to be different and the same.

We are all walking contradictions
of what normal looks like. Let humanity and love win.

(Poetic form by Rayn Roberts / Author is ANON, but encouraging you to copy/paste/share if you want it.)

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Realization

for Ann Anderson

I’ve come to an uneasy peace running from the past
Where voices speak your name
You living ghost come out of darkness
Blinding me with joy only animals know.

I was your toy, a thing nearly real
For love ever is
But marriage is money in the big city
And a soldier’s son
Was unwelcome to a physician’s fair daughter
Lady Anne of quiet beauty, love of you nearly killed me.

Where are you, barbed eyes, sex like E
Raw love of a man
Ruin of my youth locked in my arms?
So foolishly cunt-struck was I
I’d have killed for you
Like some kill for gold or dreams
I had none, only love, pathetic love–

Nights on a sea cliff
Where the waves thundered invitations!
What a scar I might have left
But I could not in any way harm you–
As you flew out of the city
Forever away from me
I felt you sitting next to me in my car
I guess you were
Floating over me, I turned and said your name.

Celtic Tree of Life

Self Portrait

The left eye looks back at a past
Of regret and joy, wonder and guilt
War, calm, seasons, death and birth.

The right strains to see into the future
Will tomorrow unfold petals of a bomb
Or give into a blossom’s destruction?

I’ve sat a long time looking each way
Trying to make peace in the present
And still I don’t know what to do with

The scorn and wisdom of the third eye

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Native Love Song

Come, my love, there is work to be done
then we will sing.

Why are you sad?

When you walk with me, the corn is ripe
the river song sounds in our ears
the wolf is high in the mountain
the eagle and I are brothers.

Why do you worry?

Your gait excites the young warriors
You charm me more than your sisters
Your path is full of my footprints
Your father waits in his dwelling
Your mother knows.

Why do you doubt, you know I am yours.

Come, my love, there is work to be done
then we will sing.

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