We’re much more than the noise we make
or the smiles we fake,
futures and pasts and nows
present in a cycle
with a voice
demanding to be heard.
Pick your poison;
preach your passion.
Author’s Note – I don’t personally like leaving disclaimers. They irritate the living hell out of me. I’m of a mind that a person should be capable of discerning fact from fiction, truth from lies, sarcasm from seriousness, and grains of salt from mountains. Unfortunately, this is not the case.
Disclaimer – Reading is fundamental.
Good day, people!
You know, I was going to write something nice and sweet and fluffy today, but then I remembered what I am: a liberal-communist-progressive-Christian-Muslim-anti-christ-anarchist-socialist-America-hating-mysoginist-baby-killing-racist.
In short, I’m Satan, and Satan don’t play that.
Instead, I’m going to piss all of you off with what you will likely deem the most ignorant, asinine post that you have ever read. In fact, you probably won’t even make it through the post. Yes, that is a challenge. Why? Because I’m going to tell you about the 5 dictators and / or warlords that have inspired me in the last 30 years of my life.
After you’ve read this and you see me for the evil that I am, please feel free to inform the Department of Homeland Security at +1 202-282-8000 or the Holy Roman Church via the Vatican’s Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith at email@example.com. Continue reading
I did not begin blogging on WordPress seeking friendship. Friendship, in my life, is not even a tertiary motivation as friendship tends to lead in the direction of betrayal, so I rarely consider anyone I come into contact with a friend. That said, the times I use the word friend, I intend the usage to be loose, as in associate, not so familiar as in buddy, pal, homie.
Even so, I must grudgingly admit that some of you I have come to value as actual friends. It is because I now must consider that friendships are a possible inevitability, whether I like it or not, I must explain a few things about myself. What are those things, you ask?
Come close and I will tell you. Continue reading
TEPORES © 2013 BY SAHM ATAINE KING. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
He said the point was
this: Continue reading
From Dust? by Sahm King
Mark him for the devil when he says
that, for all his works
- his blood, his sweat,
and the tears of his maniacal,
though constrained, laughter -
combing o’er the earth
with teeth finer than a
widow’s mourning chamber
never, ever revealed
a single ounce of dust
intent on murdering itself.
So what of man’s origins?
FROM DUST? © 2013 BY SAHM ATAINE KING. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Forgive me my morbidity. I often like my subject matter a bit macabre. For your viewing pleasure, a senryu! And don’t forget to check out the related articles, featuring some pretty awesome poets!
Through the Void by Sahm King
© 2013 BY SAHM ATAINE KING. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
People, people, people!
Here’s the deal! I and Papizilla each clearly have a fondness for poets and poetry! With that in mind, we created a Facebook page to serve as a community for poets (mostly unknowns, like ourselves). Supplementing that, we’ve also created a WordPress site by the same name. This site is intended to help get poets out there to the broader market, deliver some possibly interesting and entertaining news, establish a database of poets, introduce some poetry reviews on books circulating out there in the market from both known and unknown poets, and to put out information on our own endeavors. Continue reading
Hmmm… Looks as if I’ve been tagged. Thank you to Pap at The Ranting Papizilla for that. After I’m finished, he, and all of you, may regret me posting this . You may also kneel. If you like.
Very well. First, here are the rules:
Now, for your pleasure – or displeasure – here is a picture and 11 random facts about me. Enjoy!
It actualizes in a dearth; eupnea, a convulsion from a point oscillating from the center, irradiation that, in the future, will not be observed by intelligence, spreading out, the genesis of time, a creative whispering in the hollow atrament, borning dust in an effortless pregnancy, dust that socializes and consummates many relationships into one, becoming plasmatic, amalgamating and coalescing into Alphas and Omegas, the delta at three points affecting the change; let there be light – movement, a hole rent in the fabric of the whole, twisting and turning every object within its vicinity; a movement, the act begging the difference between emptiness and naught, a melding of thoughts, and the journey begins for the trillionth trillionth trillionth second, and that is how Gaea is born: from dust, by dust, in dust, of dust, for dust; a collapse, ignition, relatively miniscule specs lending water to her parched face, the stirring of the soup, the bearing of legends that die many times, until the result is a species capable of language, and some few capable of pouring out these words, and one considering the beginning, and how even the movement of the Universe itself meant the budding of affections and itching proclivities, the proverbial cup of tea drank with pearls in mind; a dreamscape culminating in one fact:
A GENESIS © 2013 BY SAHM ATAINE KING. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
I don’t like to brag.
I’m lying. I do like to brag. I thoroughly enjoy boasting about the accomplishments I have yet to accomplish but will accomplish in the future I have decided to establish, a future in which you and your grandmothers will also boast about my accomplishments whilst at the very same time wishing that you could be as accomplished as I.
Even so, this post is not about me. It is about someone very special to me, someone that I can honestly say adds volumes to my happiness and value to these emotions I feel.
This lady did something for me today without my asking. In fact, she often does things for me without my asking, but I’d like to take the time to point it out, because she really did help a great deal, which prevented me from pushing the Universe Reboot Button. You should all thank her for that. One more apocalypse avoided.
Good day, everyone!
I created a Weebly site last night called The Art of Sahm. Let me tell you, I had a hell of a time trying to get my subdomain pointed to Weebly. The problem was, my domain is purchased through 1and1.com, hosted through WordPress.com, and now I want to throw an external site into the mix by adding a subdomain of Sahmataineking.com and pointing it to my Weebly site.
So, here’s what I learned.
When you name me king
and I don my crown,
I’ll encourage your tears
and laugh as you drown,
and when you awake
amid darkness and death,
I’ll teach you reality;
there is no rest.
A GOD OF DEATH © 2013 BY SAHM ATAINE KING. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
First off, let me just remind all of you that I’m not a subject matter expert where tagging is concerned. Here’s my take, though:
ALWAYS TAG YOUR POSTS.
That is, if you are actively seeking a following.
Why Tag Anything?
Think of what you do when you’re looking for something on the internet. Continue reading
Welcome to the Papizilla Book Review Page. I have already done reviews of books here and they have been well received. Since you, the people enjoy them, and in speaking with Authors finding out how hard it is to get someone to review your work, Sahm King and I decided this would be a good thing to do. The Arkside Of Thought and The Ranting Papizilla in a joint venture? Look out world!
For instance: a man sees a woman in a turtle neck and says “You look cozy.” We hear, “Wow you look frumpy today!” What he means is, “I would like to be in bed with you making you warm.” See? No one wins.
via Lady Speak.
For the full article, please click the link. And vote for “Lady Or Not… Here I Come”, if you like, here: http://www.circleofmoms.com/top25/Top-25-Funny-Moms-2013?trk=t25_Top-25-Funny-Moms-2013
Floating around through the blogosphere, I came upon Papizilla’s post, “A New Way to Contact Me.” It inspired me to write out the process for something that I struggled with for a few weeks: Google+ and authorship. Follow along, people, and I will lead you to the Not-So-Holy Land of Milk, Kahlua, and Vodka. That’s a , for those of you that don’t know. Continue reading
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Okay, so I’ve been doing some thinking and I’ve decided that the best route to go is “community involvement“; that is, I get you, the viewer, involved in my podcasting endeavor. It’s in this spirit that I’d like to share my format. Continue reading
There is one truth upon which I and Christians may agree; the Apocalypse is coming. There’s no denying that. Where we will fail to agree is on the precise form that Apocalypse will take.
I do not subscribe to the notion that there will be a return of Christ and a conversion of the Jews, nor the establishment of Jerusalem as Jesus’ kingdom on earth. What I do believe, however, is that there will be the establishment of a one world government.
“Mr. King, that is so insane that it shouldn’t even be entertained.”
It is, isn’t? Yet world domination, far from being a fantastic delusion of comic book Super-villians, has been the dream of empires since the homo sapien sapien picked up a rock and learned the benefits of killing his own kind. You don’t believe me? Let me cite the empires that you all should be familiar with from your history lessons in school: Assyria, Babylon, Egypt, Greece, Persia, Rome, Britain, and the United States of America. These are just the Mid-Eastern and Western Empires, and nowhere near all of them. All of them sought world dominance (and most of their cases, world dominance insofar as what was the known world in ancient times) until it became unsustainable.
“But, Mr. King, you’re arguing that governments are actively trying to dominate the world. Isn’t that just a little much?”
I tend to believe that the next logical step in the sociological evolution of civilization will be the centralization of governments. There will be a one world government. The questions are, will it be a government for the people, or by the people? In our case, will it be government controlled by corporate entities, or will it be an actual government that is built to protect the citizens of the world? History shows us that those in positions of power tend to try to snatch as much as they possibly can, even in light of the fact that they are mortal creatures and, in the grand scheme of things, irrelevant where it concerns the nature, and the vastness, of the Universe as a whole. Absolute power corrupts so absolutely that they fail to remember the fact that they are going to eventually die, and so will everything they love; this Universe will die. Why should they squander their time, and the time of those they lord over, making life miserable for people?
My friends, open your eyes. This is the direction we are moving in. You cannot deny how integrated this world is, from our economies, to our cultures, our politics, our food… This is a truth which only those who are comfortable with maintaining their delusion of a happy-go-lucky world that will keep turning forever and ever and ever are willing to ignore. In lieu of this truth, I would like to point out one thing; the motivation, today, is not to globalize the diverse communities of the world for the betterment of the animals (to include the homo sapien sapien) which inhabit this lonely Earth; the motivation is greed. The motivation is the attainment of material wealth of such magnitude that God should shoot himself in the head with a Gamma Ray Burst for how pathetically impoverished He is. The motivation is shit that we cannot take with us when we die and turn to dust.
I imagine emissaries of an advanced civilization from some far off planet visiting Earth and scratching their heads at the lunacy of its inhabitants (or otherwise exterminating us). You see, we consistently fail to recognize the most important of history’s lessons with regard to the empire and globalization; that, when societies and governments are out for themselves and lack regard for the world at large, things tend to fall apart. Had the Persians followed Cyrus’ the Great’s example following his death, and kept following it, it’s possible the world would have been united long ago under one banner. The measure of success of an empire appears to be its longevity, in most cases. That said, all empires have failed, and they have all failed because they made one crucial mistake; they forsook the people. The people will only take shit for so long. Revolutions, such as the Arab Spring, arise because people have a breaking point. To be sure, the governments of the world can crush you at will, but how long can they hold you down before you become a true animal trapped in a corner and start leaping for the throats of your tormentors?
Here’s my point, people; a new world order is coming. There’s no stopping it. That said, a global government is not a bad thing. Cyrus the Great’s empire, even though it took over many nations, was well loved. Why? Because Cyrus allowed people to retain their identities. He did not seek to crush the little man, but to prop him up. His only real condition, looking at it, was tribute to Persia. For all intents and purposes, nations that were subjugated went about business as usual. No, the new world order is not necessarily a bad thing; it’s the motivations behind the course we decide to take to get there.
People, open your eyes, please. Look at what’s happening around you. It’s coming. How? The enactment of draconian laws (such as the NDAA), the inexorable depletion of our natural resources, and the destabilization of economies, and the privatization of governments.
Ask yourselves this: with all the history we can refer to, why are we still making the same mistakes?
Oh…take a look at this corporation that could very well take over the world whenever it pleases you: Serco… Would you like to know more? /a>, and Serco – The Biggest Company You’ve Never Heard Of. Tell me it ain’t so.
At the risk of coming off as rife with undue arrogance, I’d say that the strength of my word has been verified multiple times, most especially by she I call my Goddess. I have many talents, but where I feel is on capitalization of these talents.
I learned, yesterday, that a friend of mine got married. Needless to say, I was pleased. I was also envious. It’s not so much that I wish to be married. It’s more that I’ve seen people I’ve somewhat grown up with, as well as people I served in the US Air Force with, going forward with their lives. From a friend signing an $850,000 contract with a major record label, to the friend I spoke with yesterday traveling the US on Church missions and running marathons, I feel as if I’ve been left behind. It’s not they that makes me feel this way. It’s Time.
An unfortunate gift I’ve received is near total Self-Awareness. I say “unfortunate” because, as well as being aware of each strength I possess, I am also aware of every single one of my flaws (those aspects of myself that I believe are flaws, anyhow). I am aware of each opportunity I allowed to pass me by. What keeps me going is a very loving girlfriend and the fact that I am in school and currently pursuing my BS; there’s no doubting that I will graduate. It’s a given, where I’m concerned.
At times, I at in the mirror, and my reflection stares back at me, a quizzical look playing in his eyes, the obvious question spilling from his mind like blood from a fatal wound; “Why are you still standing there?”
Indeed. I’m at the doorway to my third decade of life, and thus far, I’ve accomplished nothing beyond attainment of my AS. One thing that has been noted about me my entire life was the remarkable amount of potential I have, especially where it concerns the arts. Universes truly are born from nothing at all, as I have witnessed and displayed. I know what my problems are. I know where my weaknesses lay. To some extent, I even know how to get beyond. So what’s holding me back?
The first time I’ve admitted this is today: the fear of failure. In fact, looking back at all the opportunities I’ve missed, and at why, even now, I feel as if I’m stuck in limbo, it all boils down to that one irrational fear. I could have finished out my time at the University I was going to prior to this college, but I quit because I was afraid of the implication. Hell, to some extent, you might even say I was afraid of actually succeeding. If I succeeded, and far exceeded people’s expectations, I’d be setting myself up for an eventual fall. For me, that fall would come harder than it would for others because of my habit of going far beyond what people would normally expect.
What to do now?
We always know the answers.
Place one foot in front of the other. Move.
For her part, my lady is a blessing of which even she does not yet understand. I can see the future. I know I’ll be just fine.
I love to eat out.
“Who doesn’t?” you ask.
My friend, that is a very good question. Who doesn’t, indeed.
Excepting those plagued by anorexia and bulimia, I’d hazard a guess that most people enjoy eating as well as eating out. They enjoy eating for any number of reasons; the taste, the texture, the apparent value, because they have to survive, and for pleasure.
Pleasure. This is why I love to eat out.
“What’s your meal of choice, Mr. King?”
I’m glad you asked. My favorite meal is a meal that cannot be digested, only enjoyed. When I think of this particular meal, I begin to salivate like a dog with his nose aimed at the odorous aroma of raw beef. I must ask in advance that you forgive me my analogy; it surely is not intended to reduce the value of this regalement or the virtues of those who provide it.
My favorite meal is the appetizer served at the gates of paradise where the hungry man awaits his reception into felicity personified. My favorite meal is the genitalia of the companions of man. In short, I am quite fond of orally fomenting the flames of woman’s passion and rendering the services of the tongue in which I much prefer to speak. I love eating out.
Some of you may wonder why I opted to write a blog about this. As I have no earthly idea why, all I can do is welcome you, again, to the Arkside.
I’m neither a “Casanova” nor a “Don Juan” by any stretch of the imagination. I’m a nice guy, at times, and oft times shy and awkward (wherein lay my charm). Since my first sexual experience, however (and despite that first sexual experience not being anything worthy of boasting), I’ve always been interested in the pleasure of women (some more than others, but all the same). For me, it is something of an art, and while I’m not the “player” type, I feel that I am somewhat of a Leonardo of cunnilingus. I’ve always been a creator, of sorts; my possible…er…cockiness is derived from the fact that I’ve always been demonstrably decent (at the very least) in any art form in which I’ve engaged. So too is it the case with the art of cunnilingus.
The creation of pleasure is something that the man must partake in with all due seriousness. It doesn’t do to simply have sex and be fulfilled for your part; a man must be concerned with the carnal well being of his partner.
I’ve learned, after many experiences, that if one is to maintain his standing with his partner, one must also be willing to please his partner. For we males, we often fail to think of pleasure the same as our female counterparts, likely because of our natural single-mindedness. Most of us men who engage in sexual activities are concerned with a singular goal; to “bust a nut off”. With many relationships, this line of thinking will inevitably lend to the obstacles of proceeding into a tranquil future with any woman who chooses to spend the rest of their lives with us. Sex is conducive to stability, and one of the most important aspects of sex, in my humble opinion, is the satisfaction of the woman. I do not discount the satisfaction of the man; it’s easier for us, in general, to be satisfied, just as it’s easier for us to relieve ourselves in public restrooms in a timely manner. Women simply have higher hurdles they must jump over to achieve the same things we do. I believe that, as men, the very least we can do is consider how we please our partners with the seriousness that many of us engage in the viewing of Sunday Night Football (which is a very, very, very serious engagement, as evidenced by the billions the NFL rakes in yearly).
Do not misconstrue what I am saying, though; there are always lines that must be respected on both sides. There are always compromises that partners must inevitably make. If we cannot, we must ultimately conclude that there is no sense in remaining partners. It is appropriate, as well, to adopt a philosophy/rule such as “Do unto others that others may do unto you” (the best thing I learned from the Holy Bible, besides how promiscuous King Solomon seemed).
Sexual communication, to me, is as important as any other type of communication which may occur with an any consensual adult relationship. It is so important that the survival of your relationship truly does depend upon it. This is a thing I have finally come to understand, fully, especially with the help of the most wonderful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure, and honour, of calling my partner.
Men, go out of your way to please your ladies. One of the best things you can probably do, from what I’ve observed and experienced over the years, is to become masters of your tongue and experts with your fingers. Sometimes, penetration isn’t enough; foreplay often makes the difference between a bad sexual experience and a good one (that is, if you know what the hell you’re doing).
I love eating out with a passion.
I once told my girlfriend that, before her, I never experienced my emotions with any significant strength; that is, unless those emotions were rage, fear, and melancholy. I have felt those emotions intensely; where it concerned those feelings, I was a world that the God of the Jews, Christians, and Muslims (the God of Abraham/Ibrahim) created, and those emotions were the Flood. They drowned me every single time. They were familiar to me. With my girlfriend came a feeling I could only describe as divine. Since her arrival into my life from out of my chimeras, I have experienced a wide array of emotions, to include those that call compassion to the fore and demand I pay heed to what is happening to my world. I am saying she unlocked me surely as if I was a door and she was the key, and I understood something about myself; I care. I care more than I’d like to admit, at times. Even so, and despite my being a 6’5″, average to well built black male with really nothing left in this world to fear, I am comfortable with my tears.
It may be a consequence of missing my girlfriend; the fact that, this week, work stole her away from me may be playing upon my heart strings, but the last two days, I’ve been on the verge of tears. Two days ago, it was from a joy pure as nature that has not witnessed the presence of Man. Last night, however, it was rage, fear, and melancholy.
More accurately, what the United States of America did to UNESCO.
“But…what in the blue hell is UNESCO, Mr. Sahm Ataine King?”
Come close, and I will tell you…
UNESCO, the United Nations Education, Scientific, and Cultural Organization, is a body dedicated to “Building Peace in the minds of men and women”. Their mission statement is as follows:
UNESCO’s mission is to contribute to the building of peace, the eradication of poverty, sustainable development and intercultural dialogue through education, the sciences, culture, communication and information. The Organization focuses, in particular, on two global priorities:
(UNESCO full text “About Us”: UNESCO).
By the looks of what I’ve seen thus far, UNESCO is an organization dedicated to the betterment of peoples who ultimately need aide due to circumstances beyond their control. UNESCO, being an organization created by the United Nations, subsequently receives funding from UN member states. They are, in short, on a mission of global peace and renewal.
I first heard of UNESCO on an episode of “The Daily Show with Jon Stewart”. Jon Stewart hosted a two part exegesis by correspondent John Oliver about the US’ decision to cut funding to UNESCO. This episode aired on Comedy Central on the 15th of March, 2012. You can view the piece at either The Daily Show or here at TDS via Hulu – Part 1; TDS via Hulu – Part 2. The law that allowed them to do this is a 20 year old law entitled Limitation on Contributions to the United Nations and Affiliated Organizations: Public Law 103-236.
I was floored when I saw this piece. I will tell you a truth, here and now, a truth that may disturb your sensibilities. There have been times that I have felt that my government has let us down. Today, despite my efforts to rationalize my feelings and make sense of what the US intended by creating this law, I must say that I am truly ashamed of my country; not of the people (not all of you, anyway), but of my government. I’m ashamed to be represented by such a myopic body of lawmakers, and I am hurt, deeply. This cannot be the United States of America. This cannot be the country of my birth, the golden city on the hill, the land of the free and the home of the brave. This cannot be the greatest country that ever existed in the history of mankind. What the fuck is wrong with my country? We’re the good guys? America… Seriously?
We often say that we would like a peaceful resolution to the conflict between Israel and Palestine (a conflict, I might add, we helped to create). Here, they have the key to making that peace, and we-because of a law that we all know our legislative and executive branches can overturn with a simple vote-deny funding to UNESCO on the grounds that Palestine, a country we have basically ensnared in a vicious tangle of thorny vines, was allowed entry into UNESCO, and thus, a move one step closer to their recognition as a legitimate state, and very likely peace with Israel. What’s our motive? To force them to deal with Israel directly, a country that doesn’t want to deal with them because it would mean having to make some concessions and giving back the lands that were taken from Palestine by force, taken from a people that didn’t even do anything to anyone to deserve it? Is it something else that we’re missing? Do we really want a peace?
I could understand if the US cut off funding because we have our own economic issues to solve. I would not like that, but I could understand it. I could understand that we cut off funding to any organization that supported Palestine if they were simply terrorists (and not defending themselves as they have been doing, which they have the right to do). What I can’t understand is that, here is a clear path to peace, and we block it. On top of it, there is an African country called Gabon that stepped up to the plate in America’s absence. They have much less money than America, and yet, they contributed despite their own poverty.
Apparently, this occurred last year, sometime. It was reported in the Huffington Post on 31 October 2011 in Palestine Statehood Bid: U.S. Cuts Off UNESCO Funding After Palestine Vote.
Good news: it’s been reported, recently as February, that the State Department would like to continue helping to fund UNESCO: State still making the case for UNESCO funding. Perhaps they understand. Perhaps they feel that, in light of the problems that we have in the Middle East, we should be pleased to assist a country like Palestine with taken steps towards an actual peace with Israel. We should be hoping for it, and pushing for it.
Palestine is a woman that America, the UK, and Israel raped, and when she sought the help necessary to move past it, we raped her again. When she tried to defend herself, and struck out in the anger that must naturally come after one has been defiled a time too many (and may I say, once was already one too many times); when she struck back because nobody would hear the cries born of her abysmal hurt and perpetual torment, Israel raped her again, then Israel chained her to the walls and dared her to speak without being spoken to. She did speak, and they cut out her tongue. The worst thing is, looking at it religiously, she may as well be Israel’s sister. They raped their own sister.
This is not to say that Palestine is without her share of wrongdoing; her hands are wet with blood, too. Though I understand the anger, and the reaction to the oppression, there is always a better way to proceed into a peace, ways wherein the killing of innocent children is not necessary (on both sides). Force does beget force, unfortunately, and as I stated in a previous blog, Rants from the Arkside – Lessons from “What Would you Do?” and Internet Arguments, there always comes a time when one has to take action, and to stand up and fight. They did. And now, they’re trying to do things the right way; seeking entrance into the United Nations.
This is not to say that America always does wrong (though, there is a reason much of the world has been seeing America in a much different light than they did before March 2002, and why Americans themselves are starting to wake up out of the dream to real life and smell the bullshit). We have at least one government organization fighting for them. This is a wrong that America has within its purview to correct. It will be my hope, until then, that she does the right thing, in the end.
We’re better than this, America.
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