Grafted In and Tora Tora for Dummies

By Eliyahu • May 17th, 2008 • Category: Issue 3, Poetry

Grafted In

As a Sabra trembles in Sderot
As a lily wilts in the valley
That is where I pause to grieve
The basin of indecision
The Holy Land in a coma
As in the days of Noakh
Sirens muffle widows’ sobs
Qassam rockets rain down
Upon archangels sitting shivah
Before the winds are loosed
To judge and uproot
The mournful from the merry
The sheep from the goats
The hour from time
Watch your Salvation
Revealed in My Hand
On that day when
Suddenlies:
A wild Sabra and lily
Grafted into Eytz Ha’Khayim

Bloom again

Tora Tora For Dummies

Thou shalt not advocate selective commandment reading.

Thou shalt not worship American Pop Idols, bogus prophets propagating false cultic statutes, or revisionist peaceniks hoarding curriculum vitaes.

Thou shalt not plaster strange posters on your walls like Paris, Justin, or Britney in a string bikini buried beneath an illusory road map dune. This can be tricky. It’s oh so easy to be living away from mommy and daddy for the first time, hung-over in a nasty dorm room, who’s growing out their hair this season from listening to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Munchkin Moon one too many times on YouTube, who smokes parsley because they’re too ignorant to know where to get real weed, you get the stench… Ivy-League Magagogian Trash.

Thou shalt not archive digitally-altered pics of crushes smothering you in your MySpace stalker albums.

Thou shalt not consider practicing Yoga, daily Horoscopes, or Psychic palm inquiries harmless to your guts. Thou shalt not mingle profane pretentiousness with Biblical applications on your Facebook profile.

Thou shalt not join a cause or group in nebulous solidarity.

Thou shalt not subscribe to the BBC, Al-Jazeera, CNN, or the New York Times.

Thou shalt not vote - in favor of a political charade - wha…? So? Never Ever Land.

Thou shalt not emulate Westernized greed.

Thall shalt not buy into Starbucks globalization. Thou shalt not visit Wal-Mart past midnight. Thou shalt not protest march in the opening ceremonies of the live, yet CCP-censored Beijing Organ Harvest Olympics without waving the banners of Shin Tibet, Kurdish Ashur (Honey Baklavah), East Tamar, Taiwan, Burma, and the Jewish States of Israel, Sinai, Southern Lebanon, Jordan, Judea & Samaria. Thou shalt not comply with the U.N. Inhumane Rights Commission. Thou shalt not support Citgo’s Petro-Monopoly endgames soaked in blood.

Remember the stock-market crash and Nazi Olympic nooses that preceded World War.

Thou shalt not declare another rabid Crusade by abusively invoking the Grecian-derived name responsible for the rape and pillage of non-Anglo Saxons in military anthems.

Thou shalt not justify blood libels, racist academic boycotts, Inquisitions, pogroms, concentration camps, systematic ethnic genocide in any form, fatwas or Sharia lawlessness as a logical solution - due to hipster apathy - without severe consequences.

Thou shalt not exonerate Mel Gibson by Lethal Weapons.

Remember what Danny Glover did to Whoopi Goldberg in the Color Purple. When you weren’t inundated with The View and Oprah in their calculated manifestations, when you were just a kid walking a bike along a dirt path, stopping to catch a scarce raindrop on your tongue; there were no weapons of mass destruction. And so, when the thought police hunt you down for intolerance in The Land of The Slave and The Aryan House of The Appeasing Coward, you shall burn any memory of revolutionary innovation from your hard drive and revisit the Diary of Anne Frank like a dissident DNA mantra via mobile OyPod. Do not forget Steven Spielberg the Heebroe!

Thou shalt not go into the wilderness with your pregnant girlfriend’s best friend, get wasted on drugs, and steal her virginity with or without rubber paraphernalia.

Thou shalt not bear false witness when they spit, bitch-slap, and curse you out right to your face.

Thou shalt not slip past Immigration interrogation that easily.

Thou shalt not write corny love poems with cheesy rhyme schemes and call it a masterpiece by piece.

Thou shalt not recycle sonnets, nudie portraits, or hippie ditties to reach girls’ panties. Use art to stab hardened hearts.

Thou shalt not covet M.I.L.F.s.

Thou shalt not covet Mega-Church buildings or stadiums.

Thou shalt not think the American Ekklesia is the shit.

Thou shalt not think only your house church ministry is the bomb.

Thou shalt not think your home church ministry is terrorist-proof.

Thou shalt not cheer and get piss-drunk during sporting events but drag your designer shoes (Made in Sweatshops U.S.A., Inc.) into a house of prayer and worship as if you’re attending an hour-long funeral for your Moma.

Thou shalt not attend a church service without a golf club and studly bodyguards.

Thou shalt not be caught dead without a kippah in a church that ascribes to Replacement Theology.

Thou shalt not be caught dead in a secularized regime without the Torah tattooed in your brain-fart.

Thou shalt not judge a book simply by its fancy pornographic cover.

Thou shalt not add more superfluous junk to the dusty Church attic.

Thou shalt not greet a prodigal outcast with fake plastic smiles all the while your facade of a marriage is in shambles and expect Amen to another divorce.

Thou shalt not go to extortionate church conferences and cross your fingers hoping the prophetic motivational speaker will instantly impart their mantle gifting to you in the front pew - that should normally take Destiny-years to cultivate.

Thou shalt not litter inboxes with tacit spam guised in support letters for a measly missions vaca and flee as soon as you’ve accumulated more than enough money in your PayPal account to gratify your secret evilangelistic fetish because you’ve exhausted your bullshit diatribe of a subliminal sales pitch you self-righteous prick.

Thou shalt not take the names of Madonna, Shane Claiborne, Jay Bakker, Jason Upton, Shawn Bolz, John Crowder, Todd Bentley, Rob Bell, Donald Miller, Lou Engle, Rick Joyner, Brennan Manning, The U.S. President, or U2 in vein.

Thou shalt not put pretty white emo boys with manicured dreadlocks on lofty pedestals no matter how charismatic they appear, has-been, or wannabe.

Remember Lonnie Frisbee - Just a man.

Remember Pope John Paul II - Just an elder-man.

Remember Johnny Cash - Just a musician, man.

Remember Doris Day - Just a do-right-woman.

Remember Mother Theresa - Just a nun.

Remember Thomas Merton - Just a monk.

Remember C.S. Lewis - Just a writer.

Remember Billy Graham - Just a preacher.

Remember Jacques Ellul - Just a teacher.

Remember Martin Luther King, Jr. - Just a pastor.

Remember Katherine Kuhlman - Just an evangelist.

Remember Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel - Just a prophet.

Remember Paul of Tarsus - Just an apostle.

Thou shalt not steal Sabbath on legalistic Sunday hysteria en mass.

Thou shalt not double-cross a Hobbit armada of Pirate-Ninja-Eskrimador-Kahanist-Lizard-Kings-of-The-East-Asian-Dilimanilaners.

Thou shalt not underestimate any appearance of a human, not even a nursing fetus with preternatural abilities.

Remember that guns, hos, and bling-bling were introduced by fallen angels and those aforementioned maiming machines will burn in fires for seven years after The Jewish Messiah is invited to Israel (aka The Cultivated Root of Zionism) and majorly kicks all anti-Semitic/Islamo-fascist goat asses; only then will He bring restorahation to the decaying earth and establish Shalom.

Thou shalt not make some noise pollution on Shabbos once that dreadful day comes.

Thou shalt not pimp my Moshiakh.

Thou shalt not make repetitive generic worship music
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic worship music
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic worship music
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic worship music

Thou shalt not discriminate against triangular pipe organs.

Thou shalt honor thy sons and thy daughters.

Thou shalt honor an undivided Jerusalem as Israel’s eternal Jewish capital.

Thou art not expendable.

Thou shalt remove thy tzinelas before entering East of Gan’Eden, join the Lazy Susan Seder, and come share khot Matzontangon Soup. Welcome to the Torah! Torah! Torah! Matrix.

Thou shalt not daven unceasingly without keeping your eyes wide open for bloodthirsty warmongers - all around us.

Thou shalt not request the Protective Arkangels haphazardly.

Thou shalt not proselytize Jewdoob Pashkvalim without your middle finger on the trigger.

And lastly children, thou shalt not kill, unless they be a heifer.

Eliyahu is a Kahanist-Paytan currently residing in Ginsberg's Rockland. In addition to Wrecked, his piyyutim have appeared in Sojourners Magazine, The Matthew's House Project, The Other Journal, Infuze Magazine, with a forthcoming poem to be published in Blackmail Press. His short film, "Comfort Room" starring Austin Williams and featuring the Psalters, is currently in post-production.
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  1. Nice chunky, tasty, word art.

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