God is not at the tip of your tongue, he is also not in the bullet fired from your gun.
The reflection of his spirit does not float over the blade of your bloodied sword, he is also not in in the black enameled baton with which you beat the horde.
Your God is my God yet you turn him against me and everyone else with the words coming out of your sordid treacherous mouth.
Slice open your granite eyelids and see the spiritus sanctus before you bring down the house like the blind faltering Samson you are; betrayed by a scheming Delilah from afar.
Kafir you dare call me, and my brothers and sisters and everyone else Kofar. Shame on thee and on your promised eternity!
“Fie … fie!” cherubs at the foot of the throne wept and wept …
It has been a while since I wrote a poem; or what is deemed a poem. The first few lines came to my head 20 minutes ago and the rest just flowed.
I will probably expand this into a blog post that expresses my dismay over what is happening in the Middle East. I am deeply saddened that there are people out there, who actually dare outlaw harmony and love among the followers of God/Allah; the very same followers, from all religions, with whom I share bread, salt and oil on a daily basis.
Now back to the drawing board …
Illustration by Sardine a.k.a Mike V. Derderian
Been working on a action styled Mae West poster when I started drawing other stuff. The above illustration is one.
I am trying to limit myself to black and white lines since that will be the feel of some comics I am supposed to start working on once I get my engine running, especially my The Dark Side of the Spoon that run for 20 issues in U Men magazine.
The poster tagline is taken from Carl Theodor Dreyer’s 1928 La Passion de Jeanne d’Arc.
Still haven’t drawn my Christmas greeting yet. On a personal level life is good. On an artistic level it is rather dark; I am trying to work on different themes with different styles and overall improve my work as an illustrator.
Thank you all for your wonderful Christmas wishes :-})