INJECTING ORTHODOXY INTO MY VIENS 2

by Abdul Batin Bey

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3/22/14 3:05 PM Thanks: I would like to thank the Moorish Orthodox Church, Allah, and Noble Drew Ali for guidance down the narrow gate of Salvation.

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Jan
Happy birthday Noble Drew Ali May you rest in the bosom of JAH I feel no sadness on this day Only an overwhelming sense of joy In his honor I shall read the Koran to punk rock tempos In his memory I shall drink a beer To thank him I shall partake of goodness from the chalice Happy birthday Noble Drew Ali Happy Birthday old Ali

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KIDS
Hey kid pull up your pants You look retarded No body needs to be seeing your underwear Or your tiny bulge in front Its not cool to shuffle everywhere you go You look more like a prison botch than a gangster Put your shoelaces back on your shoes I dont know whats wrong with kids today He kid go put on some clothes that fit Pants are suppose to be comfortable not three sizes too small

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You boys must have to tuck your dick back Girls shirts are suppose to cover you not be see through Girl them ultra skinny jeans are not for you Nobody wants to see your muffin top with a full-blown jelly belly The pregnant & retarded look is not in Goth is over learn how to put make up on Get rid of the Greg Brady hairstyle The 70s are over boys and girls Now boys put on some mens clothes only Robert Plant and Steven Tyler van pull that look off Damn I dont know whats with these kids

LOONY FOR ALLAH

My heart is on fire with passion My mind is drunk A pool of wisdom My body is empty Ready to be filled with the spirit I submit only to one No worldly institution do I adhere I am a lunatic for God

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MORNING SUN
As the sun rises The birds sing the day into existence I wake up Sit up in my bed Take my chalice Light the ancient incense Take my daily sacrament Preparing my mind, body, and soul for the day

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NINE P.M.
Howling winds Train in the distance Tesla flickers on the television Dog tokes under the streetlight Matisyahu undertones Muslim punks chill in their van Distant rumbles of Cthulhu Roll the dice Thunder breaks the silence Hail and rain break through the night sky Red moon laughing Trees whipping Plastic trash bags rattling Lights out Phone dies Wonkas boat ride has just begun

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NOVEMBER BATH
It happened on a November night I was bathing When a revelation thundered in my mind That true orthodoxy comes not from rituals or creeds True orthodoxy comes from the spirit To those who climb Jacobs latter for communion Anyone who seeks to sit in the heart of Allah That is the true meaning of orthodoxy To add anything else is suicide for the soul

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PATTI
Maya blankets our minds Distorts our perception Confuses our senses Only if we remain laying under her warmth Meditation is the alarm It dispels the fantasies Helping us to leap up and touch the cold floor of reality Those who remain asleep achieve nothing Those who wake up gain eternity

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PERSIAN, CELTS, AND MOORS3/22/14 3:05 PM

We are a band of misfits Outsiders who have found one another Spiritual anarchists who follow our own path We reject those who claim spiritual authority Our authority comes from within Each person creates his or her own reality Dogma only enslaves the weak minded Together in our separate bubbles we form one As one we form the Moorish Orthodox Church.

PRAISE
The closer I get to God The more my parents rise Anger they spew forth Violent words they vomit Why lord Why must they hate me because I love you? I will fasten to you Nothing will get me to turn against you My God My salvation I submit myself to your will Not for a moment but for eternity I dance I your presence Singsongs of joy My lord My lord My God The closer I get to my MASTER The more devils come out to

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REESE 3:16
Everyday I kill myself To the eternal God He is my master I am his servant Everyday I jump off the edge of life Smashing myself on the rocks of existence To honor JAH His will is the only will that matters Everyday I hang myself In my room of eternity Obeying the commands of my Maker Those who do otherwise are fools He who does what pleases the Creator lives forever He who does his own will dies a lonely death

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SNOW DAY
Twelve inches of snow Roads barely plowed Saw a lady stuck on the side of the road I helped her out She thanked me most graciously Bought me coffee, a bagel and sucked my dick in her car She offered pussy but I passed Ejaculating in her mouth Quickly hoped out Went on my way Roads barely plowed Twelve inches of snow

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SUN MOON ME
O sun in the sky Do you ever want to turn off? Do you ever wish you could rest? One day youll be no more Will you remember me at your last hour? O snow on the ground You are slowly melting Do you ever wish you could stay forever? Every second brings death Will I remember you in the summer? O me Writing in a small notebook Day dreaming my days away Knowing that youll only exist for a second in time Will anyone care about you in a distant tomorrow?

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THE WELLS
I dug a hole After a few years I came to water I drank the liquid It was clear It was fresh Soon it ran dry I thirst I searched for water I found none Many days passed Then one night I stumbled upon a shallow pool I drank of the water for years It never became dry So I continue to gulp Growing in strength and stature The well is called self The pool I found is salvation Blessed is he who thirst for righteousness His days will never end Woe to he who stays with self He will suffer and obtain a dustbin of death Come to the pool of salvation You will never regret it

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THIRTY-SEVEN
Perform your rituals Mumble your prayers Without feeling Nothing is gained Horde riches Chase the beauty of this world Forget about the things of pleroma Throw away faith Never meditate Drowned in your own ego One day youll grow tired Youll wish to reach a destination All youll find is a sea of regret With your mouth gasping Arms outstretched Youll reach up to unite with the Father Only death will return your embrace Leading you to dust Lead a life of love Place God at your center Hell return your embrace with life eternal

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TREE TALK
Treetops whisper I hear his voice Teaching my inner being Aligning me with the cosmos Opening the gates of all dimensions Feeding me true manna Enlightening me with Hebrew wisdom Having me follow the footsteps of Enoch Layers of self Layers of heaven Absorbing the onion Carrying the pearl within my stomach Treetop whispers

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WHO IS?

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Who is the holy man? The priest who uses trust to rape little boys The rabbi who contacts under aged children for oral favors The holier than thou protestant who haunts porn stores The mullah who sneaks off to a gay bar while bashing homosexuality Or is it the man who stands before his Creator in repentance He who acknowledges his flaws knowing that the world mocks him Yet he repents in truth, will have a seat in the kingdom

WORSHIP GOD
I worship the one true God JAH, ALLAH, Yahweh, its all one being To H.I.M. I prostrate three times Thank H.I.M. with my every breath Thank H.I.M. for all that I have I worship the one true Black God Black Black Black Black GodGodGodGodalways guiding me always providing for me always blessing me never leads me astray

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So I do as He commands His instructions make me a better man I dont resist the truth I simply digest it I walk in the presence of the Almighty Pharoh is always trying to take I down Bringing false hopes False glories I may stumble but I never fall Keeping the Lord always in my third eye He is all the glory I need Black Black Black Black GodGodGodGodalways guiding me always providing for me always blessing me never leads me astray

YESHUA ZEVI
They called you a heretic Though they hung on your every word They cursed your name Even when they asked you questions They mocked you Trying desperately to crack your code They threw laws at you Because you gave them clarity They over looked Isaiah Otherwise they would have known you False charges were placed at your feet When you did what they didnt understand Your kabalistic tongue was too much for them Your movements of fulfillment became too strange To the cross of heresy they lead you, abandoned you Leaving you to enter the abyss alone You submitted to the will of the Most High To save your people Israel Your resurrection is beautiful You showed them the way Few clung to you More hid behind useless traditions Denial became their bread and butter You have never been forgotten Ears turn to you ounce again Icicle hearts are melting They are ready for the moshiach You shall open the gates of heaven To Zion they will run Calling you their beloved ounce again

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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.