I am the Great Khan!

“Wild, blue heaven of pony pounding plains-
I swear by the breath of my annihilating name:

No man loves the purity of eternal azure
Like the Great Khan! May the Sky bless your pain!

Grace of arcing sword and gifted arrow are mine;
Manliness that kisses loyalty is my proud fame!

Not I , but the adamantine blue of perfect mood
Compels me to crush all that is weak and wanes.

I swear by the trembling orphan’s spirit of iron,
That all Light and Power support my domain.

God and Earth are one Love to me. Both exalt
My sovereign rule that considers all men the same!

I am the Great Khan, and my arm can stretch
And reach five thousand miles to prove my claim!”

Darvish hears the wind carry this song down from
Long ago, still loyal to the dust of the Khan’s remains.

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I read how our Judeo-Christian values are under attack:

I read how our Judeo-Christian values are under attack:
Cruz is alarmed that because of sharia, they’re about to crack:

“There is a plan, by satanic legal means, to revive the Caliphate,
and impose Islamic rule across the land. We must fight such hate!

We are facing a mortal threat to the survival of freedom, in fact;
now is Not the time to be polite, but to keep our Nation intact!

They will never turn the other cheek; this is an evil that commands
we blind their ambition with rhetoric, and smash with heavy hand.

We have a contract with Christ and all the redeemed, to renew;
our forbearers would clap with approval at what we must do.

This Righteous Nation will rise once again with mighty resolve,
purified of the dark and foreign menace of fanatic wolves.”

Such was the drift of Cruz and friends on the campaign trail;
Darvish is whirling and howling with scorn at such a fairy tale!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Grinding

The Mill grinds slowly,
Inexorably
All our stupid minds.
We have no choice but
To be
Intelligent-
Most kind.

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Round with Grace

The sun rises, the sun sleeps.
The moon chases to embrace
Her lover and become naught.
O how round she grows with grace!

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The dawn breeze is full of CO2,

The dawn breeze is full of CO2,
And my head aches from cheap wine.
Darling bolbol has a sore throat,
But the Friend has laughter divine.

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Monkey see, monkey do

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Monkey see, monkey do is the usual banality.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

I can’t remember- but how do you wipe your ass?
Wait- please forgive me, I don’t mean to be crass!

We can always learn from each other. Are you right
Or left handed? I hope you clean from behind. Quite!

Only humans have evolved to be able to teach.
Monkeys, try as they might, have not learned speech!

So tell me, do you squat or sit on porcelain throne?
Do you humbly release, or strain to command: “done”?

Don’t gesticulate with such simian confusion:
This is a straightforward and ordinary question!

Darvish can’t remember such a dull-witted lot.
Sometimes, even the bright and quick can’t be taught.

 

 

 

 

 

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Gestapo In The Window

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We can no more escape karma than leap past our shadow:
This life is the projection of the mind’s very own gestapo.

The secret police document everything. In fact, they script
Not only behavior, but monitor even secrets well kept.

They have spies everywhere- among family and good friends,
Who write down everything, and then just smile and pretend!

My guess is that they learn their craft from aliens, who practice
Abduction, interrogation and subtle surgery. We are like mice.

Don’t trust psychiatrists! They give out horse-killing drugs
Disguised as candy. They are no better than Armani thugs.

Listen- karma is a bitch and mad as snake-filled shadows
That can’t be trusted like Tricky-Dick Nixon at my window!

We need help. My friend Darvish knows this guy whose Silence
Is so ferocious, these jerks look laughable and pretentious!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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From the very beginning to the very end, the Master

From the very beginning to the very end, the Master
Plays with time as he spins the Earth on his finger.

All the worlds spin around the Eternal Beloved, and
Are madly in love with him- The Divine axis and center.

We circle the sacred Poplar tree, eagle claw uniting
Our hearts with screaming Silence- a solar door.

All thought circles the one desire of the infinite Sun:
No shadow lives but longs to die a death brighter!

Our feet dance to the rhythm of longing vision for Fire-
Your long black curls are sharp rays burning and tender!

Cool breath of kindness caresses in blissful flame:
The Master’s name is all Mercy and radiant Star.

Darvish spins on his dancing feet, as The Friend’s
Name calls out the time with resounding splendor!

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We wait for dawn to reveal the light of your bright face;

We wait for dawn to reveal the light of your bright face;
We yearn for your flashing eye, full of mercy and grace.

Wrapped in black night, we suffer our dark despair;
Soon the Sun will rise and dispel our blind disgrace.

The mind’s snarling hunger demands a bloody bone;
O God, may your Silence all the mind’s desire efface!

We have no hope of you but Holy Fire that consumes
Raw spirit, and releases us into your divine embrace.

Lord and Master, have mercy on our witlessness–
May this mumbling by your clear praise be replaced.

A thousand times, we have declared your compassionate
Smile to be the only gift that brings us lasting solace.

Dawn will break and reward Darvish’s longing for
The light and laugh of your brilliant and merciful face!

 

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#314 Divan-e-Hafez, revised

However old, heart worn and feeble I’ve become,
Whenever I think of you, I again become young.

Thank God, that whatever I have asked of Him,
I have always been fortunate in kindness won.

O young rose bush, enjoy your vast fortune because I
Have become in your shade the Bulbul of the world’s garden.

At first, I had no idea of life’s vagaries. But because
Of the school of sorrow, I’ve since become learned.

My lot in life has entrusted me to the Wine-House,
Despite all the twisted detours of Life’s turns.

It’s not that I’m old in time, but that the faithless Friend
Like time itself, has passed me by and aged me with scorn.

The door of Truth was opened to me on that day,
When I joined the court of the wise Magian!

On the royal road of timeless grace to the throne of bliss,
It was by the wineglass I desired the heart’s Friend.

From the moment the anarchy of your glance struck me,
I became safe from the terror of Time’s end.

Last night, the Preserver gave good news, saying, “O Hafez,
Come back, I guarantee the forgiveness of all your sin!”

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