So Munich. And of course there’s not enough information to be certain, and of course we know that not all Muslims are bad. That indeed it’s little Muslim children that must suffer the most for their brother’s evil deeds.
I have a complicated relationship to Islam. When I embraced the faith in my youth it gave me a sense of peace, as I have been out of the faith for sometime I increasingly have trouble understanding what I liked about the faith at all. I get angry when I see the apologetics, because the hard truth is, yes that really is Islam. The killing and winning at all cost, the destruction and intolerance toward other faiths, of course not all Muslims, but yes that is Islam. Islam carried out to its logical conclusion. I hate when people pretend it isn’t.
So I just sit here in the relative safety of my home as the world goes to hell.
Ode to Manat
Before there was an Abdullah there was an Abd’manat
Slave to Time
Older than the oldest of stones
Bones hewn from the granite of the great earth
You can’t keep a good goddess down
They circle their box
Shrouded in black
An ornate burqa
But beyond the barzakh
After it’s all done
They shave their heads
Before they go home
Cast your stones
No other, great mother
They’ve erased your words but
No merchant can steal the song
Or change the meaning of her great stone
Little boys run and weep
With their pricks held tight
In trembling hands
A goddess is a fearsome thing
To walk the land
And at the death of the merchant
It was the ancient Mother who laughed
Chastised , And brought the Fool home.
I wrote this a few months ago for Frau Holle. I think we need more pagan songs for devotion. It is part of mine now.
See you lady of spring
By the water with the long white hair
I’ll see you there
Meet me by the waters that run so clear
Hear the words of one
Who loves you dear
Holle holle please make it all clear
Holle holle Have mercy on me (2 x)
All the life’s deeds
Sowing sowing the fertile seeds
So I’ll be free
For my family
Holle holle Have mercy on me (2 x)
When the sun retreats from the sky
When I see my life go by
And the sweet earth it grows so cold
Take me in your arms
Give me comfort when I can’t sleep.
Soothe my children’s dreams
Holle holle have mercy on me 2 x
When the first flakes
Come tumbling down
And the winter’s silence is all around
The snow is sparkling so bright
I’ll sing the Lady’s praise on the longest night
For all the love she’s shown to me
you are my queen.
Have mercy on me (2 x)
Chorus to fade
I weary of suffering. Cliched but true. I’m fed up with fundies and their solitary lonely killjoy god sucking all the joy and dare I say it- humanity out of the world.
I’m weary of reading about hate and murder. And I wonder why so much of it has been perpetuated in the solitary god’s name. I’ve reach a point where I can respect a Christian, Jew, or Muslim. However I am under no such obligation to extend such respect for their god. My rage and grief are too great. I’m tired of being expected to cow-tow to this ancient hungry beast intent on devouring the world. Surely there are more worthy Gods and some are best left forgotten in the dust of history. If only the emperor Julian had lived longer, perhaps the world would be long rid of this plague. Even my iPhone on which I type this keeps insisting that I capitalize “God” however no such autocorrect exists when I place the word into plural. This shit is old. I want to bury this bastard and all of his hate mongering, terrorist followers. I grieve for Nice, I grieve but I am tired of this grief. Weary.