Between the eyes and the Fez by Abdul Batin Bey

3/23/14 12:54 PM Thanks: All praise is due to Allah who thought of us into existence, the Moorish Orthodox Church of America for being my ultimate family, to all the Moors of different sects may we all become One and grow in accordance to the Islamic Divine Creed and my beautiful wife Kristin who knows Im nothing without her. All poems are under license and are free to use. Please give credit to the author 7AbdulBatinBey

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FOUR
With freedom come choices To build or to destroy Everyday you must decide The unwise destroy The wise wear the number twelve around their necks To attain the level of god you must have understanding With this gift you must add knowledge in order to attain wisdom Few reach Morocco Most stay vertical If you dare you to move ahead the righteous path then you must travel on Spread Justice and True Equality Making this planet better for all humanity Staying away from demonic temptations If you only a demon to divide you then the devil owns you Before you can receive you must give What you give is what you become So push yourself to be born again Put on the clothes of real culture Not the false ideals of the media and the mindless masses Only the serious walk the path All are called but very few are chosen With freedom comes a choice Remember

Alpha To Omega
One One One One day day day day there there there there will will will will be be be be no no no no more more more more white brown yellow red

As it was back in the Alpha state It will be again at the Omega If you cant rejoice at the good news Surely you will lose Africa is rising Africa is reclaiming Not just those in the Diaspora All you have to do is embrace her Some lost children will declare war Theyre misguided by static minds No match for the SoulJah Ethiopia is clearly the Victor To the King of Kings all will surrender So all you people from America to Japan Embrace your parents and your true homeland We are all children of the African Children of the African Africa is rising Africa is reclaiming The throne of David Submerge every continent in the Ocean Only Africa will rise to the top End all wars and hate Humanity will be one The father shall embrace his prodigal son Forgive him; treat him as if he never left

Humanity will be one Alpha and Omega collide together The Armageddon days will become faded memories Long lives Africa Long lives Africa

Doughnut Shop Hangout

Local men hanging out at the doughnut shop They sit sipping their coffees Talking about local news Watching paint dry I see them from the early morning hours to the late afternoon Hopeless men with no lives Sad, pathetic existence As they talk they feel as if they belong Taking liberties that most people would never think of Prying into the waitress personal life Pretending they belong to a Coffee Clubhouse I could never be one of them I could never just sit and talk I could never waist my life with idle banter I need to move I need to do something What happened to these misfortunes? Did life just lick them to the crumb curve? Have they been orphaned at the Doughnut Shop? Every morning Every late afternoon They are there Sipping life away Livicated: Doughnut Shops in the Bridgewater area

Five O Clock Prayer

Every breath I take is a prayer to the One God The God of Adam The God of Noah The God of Abraham In the day In the night I pray to the Most Holy Lord Creator of all worlds I praise your Holy Name Amen

Fool On The Shore

He stands on the shore In deep prayer Clutching in his hands a photo of his savior He prays for revolution Hoping his god will save him In his clutched hands the photo is Hitler The destruction of Israel leaves his lips Every problem he has he blames on the Jews Misguided man Wrapped in his hatred he sees not the world He ignores the timing of the One God Submitting himself to the powers of darkness All I can do is pray for him In hopes that he sees the error of his ways

Heart Number One

Sitting in my living room Listening to two middleclass people telling dirty jokes Nice cold tea in my left hand As I sat relaxing an image jumped out of the wall A one-eyed heart crying This heart image ran from one side of the room to the other Puking up deep philosophical prose After a long while the heart became a blur The lights went out I saw nothing Total blackness Lights came on The heart was gone I went to bed

Heathens Back
Europe You are a place of savagery Home to jealous and unmerciful devils Seeking power with blood thirsty fangs Nothing but wretched misery breeds in you Tyranny you ware as a crown Deceit is your native tongue The heathen hordes you birth have no place of earth Livicated: David Walker

J-Lady Scene
Japanese lady Foolish painted face Naked submerged in green tea Listening to the breeze Watching the cherry blossoms drift

Jah Wave
JAH is the never-ending wave Which moves my soul Carrying me to the higher realms Flooding my being with the six pillars Livicated: Moorish Orthodox Church of America/ Zen Zion Coptic Orthodox Church

Japanese Green Tea

Light green tea pool Reflecting mirror Bitter taste in mouth Skunk kick back Japanese pyramids Unlocking puzzles beyond Mount IshII Stone demon saluting Double Bs hopping popping locking through the corridors of mind Spinning in a bottle neck Aging ceases immortality flies Dark brown shy The Hall of Ministry breaks down Icarus sleeps at the feet of Gabriel Green tea pool simply reflecting

Mad Mind
Mad mind consuming the world Power perversion Causing problems Spreading rumors Placing sanctions on all those that dont play puppet Pushing the world closer and closer to the edge Sparking the dry kindle Acting amazed when the blaze appears Even more amazed when the embers burn you I laugh at them They who ignore the olive branch and hide behind the arrows Setting up their own downfall Destroying their own houses while they keep there neighbors house clean Mad Mind Mad Mind

No Swine
Swine eaters want to have my babies You might suck dick but I am not crazy Never foolish enough to plant my seed in a Zelda zee Nothing but mind corruption and disease You can only be my night nurse To make you a mother is put on a curse My children need to grow, no to be useless If Im going to plant there has to be more than a quick fly Beware my children Beware of the trap some pussy can set Because you arent the man when youre living in the gutter You aint the man being enslaved forever Thats what I call a sucker Swine eaters want to have my babies What? You must think Im crazy Livicated: Noble Drew Ali

On The Yarrow
Walking through an empty city Light bulb sun Poison music sandwich Tree coffee pills Hammer baby kites Soda horse burger Rocket radio Foster biker chair Corndog star moon Candle nudist house Cap book lamp Mitten clock Holy gun cigar Ketchup shake television Flag crown amazement Fifty-three teddy glasses Communist frog money Gosh American Miniscule horse prancing under my feet Two hideous teenagers hug in excitement Puss oozing from one zit to the next All this by a fire hydrant In an empty city among the stalks Livicated: R.Crumb

People Seriously
Wars mounted upon wars Lead by the foolish masses Know that there is only one God Yours and mine

Pharaoh Chains
Free Pharaoh blinded Wings sprouted Chains broke Now I can behold the face of Aten Freer of the enslaved Liberated from conscious dogma Gnosis giving to those who escape Old Egypt Those who dare to flee from the oppression of baby Land Free To live in the presence of the divine On level cooperative terms with the Divine

Point Cheese
I walked into a mouse hole Inside was a huge oval store An old pale male sat exactly in the center A young woman raced around the edge of the room The egg was filled with jewelry, glass, and unusual trinkets Each piece had a halo surrounding it As I walked I studied each unique piece Black crucified Christ Asiatic Mesopotamian mini building set Odd rooster squirting lemonade Horizontal Star of David Pieces of misshapen perfection I spent hours walking around and around learning When I left the mouse hole I stood by the lambs of tea Sniffing the Kat nip air I was home Shuffling slippers money hog bones Yes I was home

Dream 8/13.11

Silent Why
Why should I remain silent when my ignorant father speaks? Spewing forth his twisted visions of the world Why should I remain silent when my whore mouthed mother speaks? Vomiting my fathers adopted sickness of the world Both live in a dark hole A place they made themselves Feeding off each others misery Trying to capture all who pass by into the web Weak and pathetic They start arguments just to keep themselves amused Trashing the names of there sons and expect the sons to love them Piercing venom into the hearts and minds of there children Never showing anything except disrespect and explosive anger But they expect there children to them patience and love With twisted logic they vindicate themselves Turning their corruptions into stained glass saint reflections Mocking their children behavior and speech They expect their babies to view them, as they desire to be viewed No amount of damage control can undue whats been done! Why should I remain silent? I do so because a human cannot communicate dialog to an animal A civilized man must not bow down to the uncivilized A pious one channels his lower emotions into higher states of perfection Exempting himself from the animalistic behavior of the sinful ones Be remaining silent I am the supreme victor

Tapestry
All religions and philosophies are threads Each one complementing the other Pull one The tapestry falls apart They all lose meaning

Tea Kettle
The Texan comet passes Earth sends a shiver out A great light cannot be seen Millions of screams never heard

Thom the Atheist

He sits there smiling There is no God he says A person disagrees No tom demands there is no God He continues with scientific dialog all that proves there is a God But he demands that everyone thinks like him That his way is the right way Everything is random Nothing happened by design But when I look at science I see a well-planed symphony Everything happened in order by the will of God. Tom listens then walks away shaking his head Oh atheist your argument doesnt faze me And atheist you are no different than those preachers you hate They force Muhammad, Christ, Buddha, and Krishna And you force Atheism I believe what I will as you believe what you will Freedom is for all not the few

United States and Europe

All around me I hear worried voices Everywhere I turn I see fearful tears Why have we been abandoned? They jerking say O United States O Europe Have you learned nothing? Turned away from the righteous path Embraced man made ideas Erected money as your new god The laws of Noah you have broken Trampled on the Commandments of Moses Handed your civilization over to unclean heathens Allowing the very things the Lord hates to flourish Now you must feel the wrath The innocent you have slain are now rising up A condemnation has come upon you By the decree of the Holy One You shall be brought to the low places Poverty will be your new name The other nations will turn their backs towards you You shall become a near forgotten place A dying population Those whom you have placed in high society will become powerless Not a wise man lives among you Prepare for many generations of darkness Repent O United States Repent Old Europe Change your greed, lustful and arrogant ways Open the pages of your Holy Books Fall on your faces and beg for the hand of mercy Allow the lord back into your hearts HURRY! Your hour draws near

Repent before the door of opportunity closes Listen not to your philosophies and pretentious clots Hear the Great God Turn to your Maker Put your destiny back in his hands You shall be great again Repent- or forever be trampled underfoot

West
Western democracy will say they will protect you With an open hand they will ask for your trust Those in dire need will accept this peace offering In time they will see their folly As there homes get destroyed Children scared faces Dreams burned in bonfires of ounce optimistic future The peace that was promised is nothing but a ghoulish nightmare A horror that they cant be rid of Western democracy cannot save you Western democracy cannot ease you out of your situation All it can do is hinder you Make you depend on its blood Trap you in a cycle of poverty and fear This is the truth The western world is a soulless demonic place Hungry placid demons feeding off of naive angels Western democracy will say anything to lure you in Livicated: To all those who look towards the United States for help

Abdul Batin Bey: is an Anarchist, Writer, musician,

active blogger, and spiritual explorer he is an ordained minister in the Universal Life Church and an Imam in the Moorish Orthodox Church. He attended Timbuktu University and the Hakim Bey Diocesan Theological Seminary.