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    All poems and pictures are under Creative Commons Share-a-like license.

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    A Sabbatai Song 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    He was brought to a low place

    One of darkness and ignorance

    He did this to spread his words

    He became a light for the Gentiles

    By stepping down from his kosher cloudsEating and drinking with the defiled

    He lifted them the unwanted up

    Lifting the sparks higher and higher

    Gathering the lost

    By the hand of the Sultan

    Those who mocked him only blinded themselves

    A living revelation was among them again

    They again missed the calling of the Most High

    Cut the wood- Sparks lift up

    Slam the stone- Sparks lift up

    Apostasy- Sparks lift up

    7/16/11 3:04 PM

    Livicated: Moorish Orthodox Church of America

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    Am I Beast? 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Am I a beast?

    An animal?

    Can I not control myself?

    What good is discipline of the mind if one cannot discipline the body as well?

    How many holes must I plant my seed in before I am satisfied?These urges I love

    These urges I hate

    These urges I just dont understand

    Am I a beat?

    Or am I a man?

    What is man?

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    Betty 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    I ounce knew a girl named Betty

    She was pill popping and sweaty

    One day she climbed a hill

    Just for the thrill

    There she met a heavyset pimpWho walked with a sideways limp

    He gave her a kick and then a smack

    Now she fucks men for small doses of crack

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    Exile 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Am I alive?

    Am I dead?

    Will I ever be rid of these voices in my

    head?

    Will I see the end of this Babylon rule?

    How much longer must I live in exile?

    Exile- away from my family

    Exile-away from my memories

    Exile-this place is alien to me

    Exile-away from my people

    Do I even have a place to return?

    Been gone for 2,900 years and counting

    Will I recognized by my own?

    Or shall I be like a foreigner among my

    brothers?

    Time will tell

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    If and when I return

    Until that day I will pray

    To my Lord, my God, my only companion

    With Adonai all is possible

    Holy Father graft me to my people ounce

    again

    Am I alive?

    Am I dead?

    Will these devils flee my bed?

    Will I cast these chains aside?Or am I doomed in Babylon to abide?

    End my exile Lord,

    End my exile O, Gracious One

    I submit to you

    Allow me to lay my eyes on

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    Face 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Have you ever seen a face?

    A face everywhere you go,

    Not a noticeable or attractive carved feature,

    But one in your minds eye

    Only you can see it, no one else.I do, I do,

    I see a face, over and over and over.

    A strange face with unfamiliar features and bizarre expressions.

    Not too different than my own sculpted skull.

    Am I the only one?

    Maybe, maybe not.

    Have you ever seen a face?

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    Felt (Guitar) 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    How did you think I felt when I saw another man playing my guitar?

    Picking it

    Strumming it

    Tapping it

    As if he had permission

    You came up with a sweet kiss

    As if everything was perfectly fine

    Betrayer

    You might as well of been fucking him

    Such disrespect

    A breaker of the Man Rules

    Fed up

    Disappointed

    Disgusted

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    Haile Changed I 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Haile Selassie showed I the way

    Haile Selassie gave me a brighter day

    Haile Selassie showed I the way

    Straight to the Orthodox faith

    Before the King I never understood Christ

    Spent my days chasing vice

    Like a swine I polluted my temple

    Cataract eyes couldnt see even if I was able

    One day I heard a unique sound

    Followed it down Main Street

    Met the man of the year

    Taught me to embrace love and stop running in fear

    Haile Selassie showed I the way

    Haile Selassie gave me a brighter day

    Haile Selassie showed I the way

    Straight to the Orthodox faith

    No more deception all his words rang true

    The more I studied I learned what I had to doExamine myself old life was through

    He taught me the scriptures like no other could do

    He said: If you truly want to be my disciple, you must guard the truth of the

    bible. Surrender your life to God and his Christ. Repent, baptism, partake of

    the blood, body and life.

    Haile Selassie Showed I the way

    Haile Selassie gave me a brighter day

    Haile Selassie showed I the way

    Straight to the Orthodox faith

    On all sides people mock me

    On all sides people try to deceive

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    Stand my ground Yeshua gives me strength

    Struggles within, struggles without

    With my cross I smile

    I wouldnt have it any other way

    I look forward to JAH Judgment day

    Haile Selassie showed I the way

    Haile Selassie gave me a brighter day

    Haile Selassie showed I the way

    Straight to the Orthodox faith

    Straight to the Orthodox faith

    7/19/11 8:41 AM

    Livicated: Ethiopian Orthodox Church, Twelve Tribes of Israel, Fulfilled

    Rastafarian Mansion, and the family of Emperor Haile Selassie I.

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    I cant stay here 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Locked inside your rainbow cage

    Its just not fair

    You have all the say

    Love is a prison

    I keep looking through the bars for a brighter day

    You think I am happy

    That I wont fly away

    Inside I am dying

    You clipped my wings only to tell me I dont have to stay

    Does any of this matter?

    How many more days do I have saved?

    Does any of this matter?

    Ill be free in the grave

    I try to tell you

    All the keys are yours

    I cant say that I dont love you, (you know I love you)

    That doesnt mean I have to stay

    I will always love you (as the moon loves the sun)

    But I just cant stay in your worldIt just wouldnt be fair

    Does any of this matter?

    How many more days do I have saved?

    Does any of this matter?

    Ill be free in the grave

    Nothing matters

    Nothing matters

    Then why does it still bother me to be tucked away in your bottom drawer of

    pipes and schemes?

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    Ignatius Light 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Well I never though this would happen

    Taking off inside a bubble of gum

    Reaching high above the atmosphere

    Looking down the zombies have over taking

    Now its only them and vampiresIm not afraid of where Im going

    Close my eyes to watch television

    Moonbeams and rocket dreams are all I have

    Never wanted to be a man but here I am

    Sunsets with moth jets are twinkling

    Never wanted to step outside but here I am

    Witch heckles are swarming bees

    Can you hear them when your mother calls?

    Blotches of red and violet are to be found just floating (Im floating too)

    I could never just go for the ride (question everything)

    So wrapped a smug face into Peter Pan

    Apples bring knowledge to no one (sex equals love)

    Beat me down like the neighbors dog just for living

    Now its only I and the colors (pretty colors)

    Oreo skies with butterflies are all I have

    Never wanted to be a man but here I am

    Ice glass and hallway pass are twinkling

    Never wanted to step outside but here I am

    Crowds of people cheer as the wizard of Oz floats high above them slowly

    becoming a pin then vanishing into the cosmos. What he sees are reflections

    upon his own life and the life of young Dorothy. Behind him are the days of

    tricks and smooth talking. He sees new worlds with estranged sunsets and

    moonbeams that are edible to the touch. He is a man that wanted be Peter

    Pan and for a while he was the great Oz but now he going home to a place

    he has forgotten. We must all run away only to return to the place we have

    forgotten before everything passes us by.

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    As for the young Dorothy those red shoes never brought her home. That

    was a myth she told herself. In fact it was the Wizard who brought her home

    but he also used her young body for the must lurid of his sexual fantasies.

    When she awake from blacking out by being strangled she must of thought it

    was all a dream but never mentioned that part to her Auntie and friends.Though she did go and visit the old wizard for more adventures as she grew

    so did he. So did he

    Pumpkin pies with lullabies are all I have

    Never wanted to grow old but here I am

    Smoke stash and no cash are twinklings

    Never wanted to step outside but here I am

    Tornado come and save me

    Tornado come and save me

    Tornado come and save me.

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    KHIKH 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Liquid silver

    Eyes plunged

    No whore mantis

    Future comes

    Exploding canvasHawks fly

    Eagles die

    Illumination takes place

    Out side

    Inside

    Nowhere nothing

    Liquid silver

    Fades the sunrise

    In a comet balloon

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    Knowing the Unknowable 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    I have come to know the unknowable

    That great maker of the entire Universe

    By putting my life in his hands

    By letting go of the material world which surrounds us

    Intense prayerIntense observation

    Opening myself up to be changed by the Holy Spirit

    Embracing not words but the lifestyle of Christ

    Living only for the second

    Filling my mind with the bread of life

    Correcting my heart turning it away from lusts and anger

    The path is not easy

    But it can and must be done

    The Unknown is only unknown to those who do not dare to embrace Him

    He reveals Himself daily, always

    Open your minds, hearts, and souls

    What you cling to belongs to Him

    And everything but Him will pass away

    Holy God

    Holy Immortal

    Holy Mighty

    Let goLet go

    Praise be the God of Israel

    7/16/11 3:15 PM

    Livicated: The Orthodox Faith

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    Lava Love 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Lavender unfolds in the sky

    Paper cuts

    Sweet smelling ladies walk by

    Orange cream

    Saying hello to perfect strangersDog gone year

    Another day above ground

    Gods gift

    Lavender unfolds in the sky

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    No one knows except the Father 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    No one knows the beginning

    No one knows the end

    Not the son,

    Not even the mighty King.

    Know this old world,Elijah is coming soon

    He will come when least expected to those weary souls

    The ones who have cried out the hardest in these days.

    He will take his place at the table

    Break bread

    Eat, Talk, even laugh

    To this family he will tell a great many wonders

    They will believe

    They shall ring the bells all through the long night

    Some will accept,

    Many will not,

    Even when the Great One reveals himself the veil shall be split

    Take heed, the hour is among us

    Only the Father knows when the alarm will clang.

    Livicated: God the Most High

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    Now 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Eyelids shut

    Perfect sight

    Crowds of people

    Walking

    HustlingUgliness taking for beauty

    Beauty taking for ugliness

    When all the Babylonians die

    End the plastic phase of America

    Instituting Zion

    Free mind

    Free body

    Free soul

    Zion

    Eyes may be open

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    Odd Peeps 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Journey plays in the distance

    While co-workers play volley ball

    Im in my car

    Drifting with the cold breeze

    Eating vegetables with hummusDrinking honey tea with V8

    Writing in my journal

    Reading an off color American History book

    People think Im odd

    I would rather be alone than to be among the festivities

    I enjoy solitude

    The peace

    I have more fun within my own mind then I ever did with homosapiens

    These smiling faces would slit my throat for a promotion

    With a laugh they would steal my money just to put it in their own pockets

    So why would I want to play with them?

    People think Im odd

    I think they are the odd ones

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    Off 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    My mind is fogged

    Life broken

    Puzzled together

    Still cant see

    Dragged downInto crystal coffins

    My mind is fogged

    Tunnel vision

    No vision

    Television frits

    Wish I could see clearly

    Wish I could lift up

    But I cant

    A string of have dos

    A slave to what one should be

    Freedom exists only in dreams

    Wake up

    Wake up

    Wake up to the world of brokenness

    Long nightmarish boredom days of doing what others forced you to do

    My mind is fogged, blank, shut off

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    Prayer 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Praise be to H.I.M.

    King of kings and Lords of Lords

    Peace be unto he who sits with in Mount Zion.

    Waiting for the proper time to return to judge the living.

    He knows us for he was one of us among usHis wisdom pure and true

    We shall reap that which we have sown

    I fear not,

    I know my strengths,

    I know my faults,

    That which I have reaped I will gladly take the harvest.

    Peace be to the World,

    They who are unaware for what is to come

    Take pity on old Babylon my King of Kings

    They know not what they do

    Peace be to the slave masters

    They who use others to gain riches they do not deserve

    They who keep the majority pour

    They who try to lead us astray with false riches and a corrupt system

    Take pity on them my Lord of Lords

    They are ignorant of your ways and know not what they doO, Holy One,

    The bright light shall flash

    Sheol shall cough up the dead

    So that they may live again

    You will come swiftly, quietly,

    End all turmoil,

    Make all paths straight.

    I fear not,

    I know my strengths,

    I know my faults,

    Gladly I will harvest that which I have reaped.

    Praise be to H.I.M

    King of kings

    Lord of lords.

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    Shaved 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Turning stomach

    Sharp stabbing pain

    Belching

    Long-winded farts

    Chills run up and down my backUntil sleep over takes me

    Into dreams I go

    Awake healthy

    Awake new

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    Snow falling on a dead world 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Ancient fellows gather round an old habit

    Filled with greed and malice

    Instead of love and good cheer

    These Ancient fellows are obsessed with race and classThere minds full of illusions

    They have forgotten Noah

    Split by family feuds

    Lost to one another by blinding lies

    Only the wind knows their origin

    Only the Owl speaks in the late night hours of how it all use to be

    When the Ancients with gather in brotherhood, sisterhood and glee

    After a time they may grow backwards

    They may rekindle the inner truth

    Embrace ounce more as they did in days before

    Placing aside Greed and hate

    Showing Love, Respect and Fellowship

    Snow falling on a dead world

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    Taking a shit 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Sometimes theres a little pain

    Buy all in all taking a shit always feels nice

    A pound dropped

    Stress relieved

    Ah, yes,Its even better wheb you end with a piss

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    Temptation 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Women

    Sultry half naked and wet

    Always throwing themselves at me

    Whether it be under the sun or the moon

    Out in public or in privateThey are always near

    Always horny

    And always willing

    Begging me to enter their wombs

    To lose myself in there passion grip

    How easy it would be to give in

    Feeding off of the lust, the heat

    Temptation, each one

    I must stand firm

    In prayer I ask God for the strength to resist

    Only he can grant this ability to me

    I am weak

    Slothful

    With the Lord I shall over come

    These temptations shall vanish

    On my way to Zion I will continueIn peace

    In love

    In rest

    In the Most High

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    The 4th 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Face painted people

    American flags waving

    Children running around

    Unbearable traffic

    Women using the day as an opportunity to be little slutsEveryone chanting the God bless America, or Happy 4th

    But not me

    I see through the glitter, streamers, and fireworks

    Shove your faces with hotdogs

    Choke down you enslavement

    Stuff hamburgers in your gut

    It wont change your standing

    When the smell of gunpowder fades

    And you wake from your heavy drinking binge

    You will have to go back to your task

    Back at a job that could care less about you

    Slowly being reminded that youre just a tool

    So wave your flags

    Act like were all one community

    One people

    When there are masters and slaves

    God will bless America

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    Dog Bark 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    The dog barks

    Waking me up

    Making me sick to my stomach

    Yell I do he listings not

    Until he sees me standing behind himThen he cowers down

    Slinks off to his resting place

    Head hung low

    A little peep

    Then all is quiet under the snow sum glow

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    Lion Throne 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    The lion takes his throne

    Babylon bows down

    Trembling at the judgement that will come

    Its time to pay for the crimes they have done

    Now they try to run awayNow they kneel to pray

    Its too late the lion does say

    Waves his hand

    They all go away

    The just cheer

    Peace comes forth like a spring

    The kingdom of Jah Lord becomes a reality

    All is all said it would be

    The lion takes his throne for all eternity

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    Snow Trouble 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    The snow brings only trouble

    Never joy

    Snow blower breaking

    Children shoveling

    Parents a swearingThis is winter to me

    Neighbors waving hello

    Just to try to get you to go

    Help them with their yard

    Over friendly retards

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    The way people are is Trouble 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Looking for easy ways to get out

    Always the wide road never the narrow

    Always down the path that everyone else has gone down

    Troubling only because we get nowhere

    Standing still until the endEven death does not set us free

    It only brings us more misery

    And so we go

    Standing still for all eternity

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    Truck Drivers 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Sitting high above the cars

    Thinking youre a tough guy

    Flashing your high beams as I take my corner

    Driving away with a smug look

    Not knowing that I was following youRed light- thats were you stopped

    Red light- thats were I pulled you out of your truck

    Red light- thats were I bashed your head against the pavement

    Leaving you as soon as the light turned green

    Next time think before you go high beaming people

    Just because you sit in a truck doesnt make you a tough guy it only makes

    you an asshole.

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    Why Care? 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Why do we care

    About certain times of the year

    Is it in our minds from a long lost memory?

    Does it come forth from our ounce cave man mentality?

    Odd I have always found it to beMaybe the only thing odd is me.

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    Bekle Berhane 7/19/11 7:21 AM

    Is a writer, musician and an active member of the Share-a-like movement as

    well as a member of the No Poo Movement, The Moorish Orthodox Church of

    America, the Zen Zion Coptic Orthodox Church, and the Anarcho-Pacifist

    movement. He lives in the Boston Massachusetts area where he draws most

    of his inspiration from. He can be seen at local rallies and concerts as well aslocal tea houses. You can get in contact with him through his facebook.com

    page or by his twitter account.