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“Patriotism 101: How To Murder Like A Pro (Sonnet 2445) Murder is an art, if you do it properly you can not only get away, but actually be praised for it. First and foremost, lock your brain and heart up in the cupboard, you don't need them, and join a military kennel, oops, I mean academy, spend all your conscious days and nights finding reasons to hate those beyond the border, and you don't need to search hard, because since you've already abandoned civilized senses, your animal instincts would take over, and deliver you the enemy as per the government requirement - you just need to make sure that, never for a second you must let the human in you take charge, because if it does, that's the end of all patriotic glory.”

“Either Border or Human (Sonnet 2506) In a planet of apes, if you want power and control, all you have to do is sell fear - sell fear, blood, rage, the lot - if you are in politics sell fear, if you are in religion sell hate, if you are in cinema sell rage, but never call them by their real name, always package it in modern language, package bloodshed as patriotism, package fanaticism as tradition, package derangement as righteousness. That's enough ape talk, now hear the human speak: there is no place for nationalism in science, there is no place for fanaticism in holiness, there is no place for hate-commerce in arts, there is no place for borders in consciousness.”

“Soneto de Desdoctrinamiento Si les enseñamos historia a los niños, Dicen que los estamos adoctrinando. Si los inmunizamos contra enfermedades, Dicen que les estamos colocando un microchip. Si les enseñamos ciencia a los niños, Dicen que estamos practicando la blasfemia. Si les enseñamos biología a los niños, Dicen que estamos jugando con su identidad. Con tal mentalidad de hombre de las cavernas, ¿Cómo diablos te las arreglaste para concebir? Supongo que para criar a un ser humano hace falta sentido común, Pero para hacer un bebé solo hace falta una ruptura genital. De ahí que sea más razón para que la razón persevere. No hay forma de que podamos dejar que la edad de piedra reaparezca.”

“Dioses, deidades y profetas prosperan en la oscuridad, y no necesariamente tiene que ser una oscuridad material, a menudo es una oscuridad intelectual y espiritual. Cuando la humanidad sea lo suficientemente valiente, intelectual, espiritual y concienzuda, se convertirá en su propia fuerza, se convertirá en su propio consuelo, se convertirá en su propio salvador.”

“Self is an illusory by-product of the brain's response to the environment, with the purpose of survival of life. However, within the subjective realm of the human mind, due to higher brain capacities, the self is capable of creating its own illusory purpose, in an attempt to provide meaning in life.”

“Through the newly emerged field of Neurotheology, Scientists such as Andrew Newberg, Michael Persinger, myself and a few others have already taken the first step from the side of Science, to diminish the gap between Science and Religion. Now it is time for Religion to do the same. And the moment any religion does that, the eternal battle between Science and Religion would slowly start to disperse.”

“Christmas Sonnet Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Oh, what fun it is to give our own life away! Saint Nicholas did his part, so did Chris himself, Now it's time for us to be the happiness gateway. Dashing through the alleys devoid of lights, Holding up high as beacon, our own heart, Breaking ourselves to pieces and burning to ashes, We'll ensure no one lacks the love a human deserves. We are Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen and Comet, We are Cupid, Donner, Blitzen and Rudolph. We are also modern day Nick, Chris and Eckhart, By our love and oneness let the world be engulfed! Twelve days ain't enough to celebrate Christmas. As humans we must live each day helping others.”

“You write an "I", that is you. Now cross it out, and there is Christ (+). Anybody who crosses themselves out in love for others, becomes a living Christ. Anybody who wipes themselves out in serving others, becomes a living Buddha. Anybody who lays themselves down to lift up others, becomes the epitome of divinity absolute. And that, my friend, is Religion 101 - it's Theology 101 - and above all, it is Life 101.”

“Becoming christian and converting to christianity are two different things. Converting to christianity means having the paperwork that says you are christian. Becoming christian means becoming christ-like in every aspect of life, no matter the paperwork.”

“Happy Holidays (The Sonnet) Spirit of Christmas doesn't grow on a fir tree, Christmas blooms wherever the heart is hatefree. Ramadan isn't fulfilled by feasting on some tasty beef, The greatest of feast is haram if others go hungry. Hanukkah's miracle isn't about the oil lasting 8 days, Rather it's about the resilience of light amidst darkness. Fireworks may be diwali for those still in kindergarten, Everyday is diwali for an existence rooted in kindness. The will to love and the will to lift are the backbone, Of all human celebration, tradition and communion. Take that fundamental will out of the equation, All you have left are rituals without meaning and mission. Fasting, feasting and decorating are step two of any festival. First and foremost, at our altar within, we gotta light a candle.”

“12 Days of Christmas (Sonnet 1900) On the first day of Christmas my ode to thee, promise of messy love only sweetens by indignity. On the second day of Christmas my ode to thee, pocketful of moments become memories through amity. On the third day of Christmas my ode to thee, Christ ain't a cult but a voice against animosity. On the fourth day of Christmas my ode to thee, each act of hate is the same old crucifixion frenzy. On the fifth day of Christmas my ode to thee, intolerance is the desecration of sanctity. On the sixth day of Christmas my ode to thee, reason doesn't ruin, but enhances divinity. On the seventh day of Christmas my ode to thee, true miracle unfolds in everyday acts of empathy. On the eighth day of Christmas my ode to thee, save sermon on the mount all else is triviality. On the ninth day of Christmas my ode to thee, faith ought to enhance not degrade humanity. On the tenth day of Christmas my ode to thee, every stream reflects the same aspiring piety. On the eleventh day of Christmas my call to thee, every heart is a living church, from river to the sea. On the twelfth day of Christmas I entrust to thee, season of love and peace transcends ethnicity.”

“Cansiz, Bir Şiir Seni çok özlüyorum, Ne zaman geleceksin ya! Benim kafamı kırmaya, Ne zaman bağıracaksın ya! Ne olursa olsun hemen gel, Sensiz hayat çok acıyor. Gel, çıldırt bu bilim adamını, Cansız akıllılık çok acıyor. Senin için adımı kaybettim Senin için arzuları kaybettim. Bir tek ruhum önemli vardı bana, Senin için ruhumu bile feda ettim. Hayat ne kadar zor olursa olsun, Şair ben, yaralarımla yaşıyorum. Ama ben artık şair olmak değil, Sevgili olmak istiyorum.”

“Derviş yanıyor burda (Şiir) Yüzlerce kitap, binlerce şiir, nasıl yazabildiğimi biliyor musun? Çünkü beni bekleyen kimse yok, birinin sevgisine sahip olsaydım, onu dinlerdim, ona şarkı söylerdim, kendimi silerek ona alışırdım. Dudaklarda sessizlik, ama gönlümde gürültü - dışarıda aşırı soğuk, içimde derviş yanıyor. Aşk nedir? Benliği silmek. Cennet nedir? Biriyle birleşmek. Ama, aşık insan aşk nedir sormaz, canlı insan insanlık nedir aramaz.”

“Service Over Selfies Sonnet Awake, Arise O Timelords, Oh makers and breakers of destiny! Give this world accountability, And time will give you immortality. I don't want your shallow folllows, I do not want your fancy likes. Reach out as friend to someone in need, That'll be my life's greatest prize. Social media stats are no sign of character, Fan following is no measure of a being. Service over selfies, that is the motto, Helping over hogging, that is living. Life begins with the end of self-obsession, Life self-obsessed is nothing but excretion.”