Pandemonium

Oft did the one herald the prophecy,
all our lives are laid wherein.
Torn asunder, built the faked.
Plaint and compliment interwines atwain.

Blue-moonly did we heave the individualized mind,
existing and sensed is the fact whereof.
crypted meticulously lest competed by the prophecy.
Fact and "Faith" contradicts vainly.

Off the hill seen is the throne wearer,
bewitching the thirsty, enchanting the hungry,
for he who manipulates knows the unknown.

Within the wind mill mulled is the chaos,
in which equivocally the contradicted prevails,
of which morn and eventide interdicts each other.

Shed the tear of mother earth,
bleed the blood of father universe,
all over the inkling of vagary of demolition.
inflitrating into the craze of insurge.

Pandemonium exists,
in the presence of humanity.

By: Wolverine
Time: 0153 231209

The departing, the departed and the departure

The unseen nightingale,
sings on the twig on emotiveness,
luring the joyed to tear,
drenching the grieved with jocundity.

Never have I,
forgotten the moment of unperturbedness,
between you and I,
between yours and mine.
How grateful is my heart,
how enjoyable is that moment,
heedless on any frustrating intrusion,
speechless of any  profound sensation,
albeit they're all departing.

Could have I,
uttered my love to you,
magnified my sentimentality for you.
how munificent your passion used to be,
how agitatedly bumping my heart is,
on the ribs of fragileness.
how hard have I tried,
tolerating the surging intention,
lest it becomes departed.

And, it is now,
edging the departure;
to traverse the multidimension of emotion,
to override the rationality.

Be it what it's,
what must be, must be.

God bless our fragile flesh and mind.

By: Wolverine
Time: 1308 150909

The throb within, the light behind.

With a glance thou stare,
charmed is the apathic,
cured is the broken-hearted,
be the darkness prevailing.

With a melody thou utter,
poppled is the iced lake,
dimpled is the emotionless,
be the grief overriding.

Soon will the advent of departure befell,
between the to-be-one beings,
among the to-be-blended diversity,
within the desperation......

Falling apart within the silence,
torn apart by the disguised indifference,
will be the palpitating heart,
will be the surging sentimentality.

Smotheringly placid is the darkness,
embracing the wooden door,
quiescing the used-to-be blatancy.

Beneath and behind the ostium,
there appears the light of beauty,
there emanates the scent of paradise.
Sufficiently suffiiced is the desire?

Unbreakable ice, persistent stoniness.
What could not have I done?

By: Wolverine
Time: 2348 111109

Tablet of Ahmad

Tablet of Ahmad

“These daily obligatory prayers, together with a few other specific ones, such as the Healing Prayer, the Tablet of Ahmad, have been invested by Bahá’u’lláh with a special potency and significance, and should therefore be accepted as such and be recited by the believers with unquestioning faith and confidence, that through them they may enter into a much closer communion with God, and identify themselves more fully with His laws and precepts.“  —From a letter written on behalf of Shoghi Effendi

He is the King, the All-Knowing, the Wise!  Lo, the Nightingale of Paradise singeth upon the twigs of the Tree of Eternity, with holy and sweet melodies, proclaiming to the sincere ones the glad tidings of the nearness of God, calling the believers in the Divine Unity to the court of the Presence of the Generous One, informing the severed ones of the message which hath been revealed by God, the King, the Glorious, the Peerless, guiding the lovers to the seat of sanctity and to this resplendent Beauty.

Verily this is that Most Great Beauty, foretold in the Books of the Messengers, through Whom truth shall be distinguished from error and the wisdom of every command shall be tested.  Verily He is the Tree of Life that bringeth forth the fruits of God, the Exalted, the Powerful, the Great.
O Ahmad!  Bear thou witness that verily He is God and there is no God but Him, the King, the Protector, the Incomparable, the Omnipotent.  And that the One Whom He hath sent forth by the name of ‘Alí¹ was the true One from God, to Whose commands we are all conforming.
Say: O people be obedient to the ordinances of God, which have been enjoined in the Bayán by the Glorious, the Wise One.  Verily He is the King of the Messengers and His book is the Mother Book did ye but know.
Thus doth the Nightingale utter His call unto you from this prison.  He hath but to deliver this clear message.  Whosoever desireth, let him turn aside from this counsel and whosoever desireth let him choose the path to his Lord.
O people, if ye deny these verses, by what proof have ye believed in God?  Produce it, O assemblage of false ones.
Nay, by the One in Whose hand is my soul, they are not, and never shall be able to do this, even should they combine to assist one another.
O Ahmad!  Forget not My bounties while I am absent.  Remember My days during thy days, and My distress and banishment in this remote prison.  And be thou so steadfast in My love that thy heart shall not waver, even if the swords of the enemies rain blows upon thee and all the heavens and the earth arise against thee.
Be thou as a flame of fire to My enemies and a river of life eternal to My loved ones, and be not of those who doubt.
And if thou art overtaken by affliction in My path, or degradation for My sake, be not thou troubled thereby.
Rely upon God, thy God and the Lord of thy fathers.  For the people are wandering in the paths of delusion, bereft of discernment to see God with their own eyes, or hear His Melody with their own ears.  Thus have We found them, as thou also dost witness.
Thus have their superstitions become veils between them and their own hearts and kept them from the path of God, the Exalted, the Great.
Be thou assured in thyself that verily, he who turns away from this Beauty hath also turned away from the Messengers of the past and showeth pride towards God from all eternity to all eternity.
Learn well this Tablet, O Ahmad.  Chant it during thy days and withhold not thyself therefrom.  For verily, God hath ordained for the one who chants it, the reward of a hundred martyrs and a service in both worlds.  These favors have We bestowed upon thee as a bounty on Our part and a mercy from Our presence, that thou mayest be of those who are grateful.
By God!  Should one who is in affliction or grief read this Tablet with absolute sincerity, God will dispel his sadness, solve his difficulties and remove his afflictions.
Verily, He is the Merciful, the Compassionate.  Praise be to God, the Lord of all the worlds.

Bahá’u’lláh

The Writings of 'Abdu'l-Baha

Soon will our handful of days,
our vanishing life, be gone,
and we shall pass, empty-handed
those who speak no more; 
wherefore must we bind our hearts
to the manifest Beauty, 
and cling to the lifeline that faileth never.
We must gird ourselves for service, 
kindle love's flame,
and burn away in its heat. ...
Well is it with the doers of great deeds.


                                                        -'Abdu'l-Baha-

Time: 0743 191009
By: Wolverine

was to have

In fact, I was to have broken up with you :)
But I loved you.

May you live with happiness; may you marry a decent man.
Goodbye, PeiFang.
Goodbye, my Reminiscence.

I am now freed, emotionally and physically, waiting for the next shackle
By: Wolverine
Time: 1657 041009

Recalcitrancy

Glorified were ours,
be those deserted or hoarded,
within the time, underneath the consciousness.

Ruminated was the reminiscence,
be those agonizing or pleasant,
within my mind, beyond my tear.

O ye of my beloved,
Hath not thou been drenched with joviality?
Hath thou forgotten the jocundity?
Have been thine existence my lamp against my darkness,
thine love against my apathy,
thine smile against my surging instinct,
thine ordinance against my insistence.

How could have thee abandoned thy used-to-be beloved?

Didst thou show the inexorability,
upon my callosity toward myself.
Thousand upon thousand of what thou hast shed unto me,
shall be my begrudging memory,
albeit thou didst beguile.

Time: 0847 170909
By: Wolverine

The Writing of Abdu'l-Baha

O Sun of Bounty,
send down a shaft of light.
Grant us pity, grant us grace.
By Thy bounty, we come with
no provision but our sins,
with no good deeds to tell of,
only hopes.


-Abdu'l-Baha-

Time: 2316 110909
By: Wolverine

Test and Difficulties

Dispel my grief by Thy bounty and Thy generosity, O God, my God, and banish mine anguish through Thy sovereignty and Thy might. Thou seest me, O my God, with my face set towards Thee at a time when sorrows have compassed me on every side. I implore Thee, O Thou Who art the Lord of all-being, and overshadowest all things visible and invisible, by Thy Name whereby Thou hast subdued the hearts and the souls of men, and by the billows of the Ocean of Thy mercy and the splendours of the Daystar of Thy bounty, to number me with them whom nothing whatsoever hath deterred from setting their faces toward Thee, O Thou Lord of all names and Maker of the heavens!

Thou beholdest, O my Lord, the things which have befallen me in Thy days, I entreat thee, by Him Who is the Dayspring of Thy names and the Dawning-Place of Thine attritubes, to ordain for me what will enable me to arise to serve Thee and the Most Powerful, Who art wont to answer the prayers of all men!

And, finally, I beg of Thee by the light of Thy countenance to bless my affairs, and redeem my debts, and satisfy my needs. Thou art He to Whose power and to Whose dominion every tongue hath testified, and Whose majesty and Whose sovereignty every understanding heart hath acknowledged. No God is there but Thee, Who hearest and art ready to answer.

-Baha'u'llah-

By: Wolverine
Time: 1022 240809

A Man of Freedom

Sizzling wind, sweeping the grains，
brings the unseen caress unto the cogongrass.

Staggering within the yellowish plain,
with full-blown grasses blanketing lower part of my flesh,
the heart full of joviality is not to be within literal description.

Over this plain there rooted my haystacked wigwam is.
Hovering birds chirm with its heart's content,
welcoming my return with chuckling sounds.

I can't help the dimpling excitement,
albiet the overwhelming grim is still bathing my wholeness.
Yet, I ain't prepared for the grue.
My eyes look forwards to the people inside the haystacked house;
my heart beats for the incessant imagined rushing-out of hers.

Thereupon, I stumbled.
After all, it doesn't matter.
I am home, I am a man of freedom.
I will see them soon,
but not yet,
not yet!

Time: 1229 090809
By: Wolverine

Intercession for our beloved Parents

Thou seest, O Lord, our suppliant hands lifted up towards the heaven of Thy favour and bounty. Grant that they may be filled with the treasures of Thy munificence and bountiful favour. Forgive us, and our fathers, and our mothers, and fulfil whatsoever we have desired from the ocean of Thy grace and Divine generosity. Accept, O Beloved of our hearts, all our works in Thy path. Thou art, verily, the Most Powerful, the Most Exalted, the Incomparable, the One, the Forgiving, the Gracious.

-Baha'u'llah-
O Lord! In this Most Great Dispensation Thou dost accept the intercession of children in behalf of their parents. This is one of the special infinite bestowals of this Dispensation. Therefore, O Thou kind Lord, accept the request of this servant at the threshold of Thy singleness and submerge his father in the ocean of Thy grace, because this son hath arisen to render Thee service and is exerting effort at all times in the pathway of Thy love. Verily, Thou art the Giver, the Forgiver and the Kind!

-‘Abdu'l-Baha-

Derivative of Bahai Prayers, page 82.

Time: 0813 260709
By: Wolverine

An encounter with The Divine

Vagabonding have been I,
looking for the veritas,
baffled by the reality,
scourged by the fantasy.
Thou doth not show me the path.

Dire urge of instinctual intention,
enmeshing the helpless with no mercy,
swamping the ignorant with fortified blindness,
what hath thee been going through?

The Bab, Baha'u'llah, Abdu-Baha.
Verily, exemplified the perfection are they.
Be they the mortals or para-mortals,
how driven up my admiration is,
unveiled by nothing but only Thy munificence,
Dare not I disobey Thy ordinance, disregard Thy bounty.

Unspeakable honored am I, to be Thy unshakable servant.

p/s: It's great to meet you today, SK.

By: Wolverine
Time: 170709 0006

Stranger from this world

Be thou the black, or white,
thou art possessed, by the world.
Be thou the pedophile, or face-lifter,
thou art loved, by kids, by human beings and by the world.

Whitened soul tampers not the black-in-nature within,
the shared black, the unseen black, the deluged black.

The world suits thou nor more.
Thy cherisher can't bear the pain,
of seeing you wallow in the mediocrity of this fucked-up world.

Pedophile, face-lifter, self-hater, complexion-modifier,
these are the name thou art called, the way thou art addressed.
Forgot have been thou, by the world thy charisma, thy philantrophic contribution, thy sincere love towards the kids.

Thou suits the mediocrity, no more.
Thou art still a stranger to this world
May The One salvage thou from the philistinism.

Time: 0950 090709
By: Wolverine

Adolf Hitler Joke

Two old ladies were sent to assassinate Adolf Hitler. They were told that he will pass through an alley at 12:30. 12:30, he was not seen; 12:45, no Hitler; 1:00, no Hitler. One of the ladies turned to another one and said: " Oh God, I hope nothing happens to him."

From a movie <>

XD

Time: 2313 010709
By: Wolverine

The Last Thriller

May you rest in peace, Jacko!
R.I.P
You are the legend,for good!

Time: 2100 260609
By: Wolverine