Jezebel was a very evil witch.
She saw all, and espied it upon the tapestry.
Therefore, what was real, she said was not
And what was not, she said was real.
Thus, all things became a mess
When she changed the times and laws
To make every statement False.

"For," she said, "If I am queen,
"I get to make true. What I wish to make true.
"Therefore, if a rival King were born
"I get to make it a day which I choose.
"For I am, and there is no one else.
"I make the laws, I make the customs
"All truth is hinged off of my desires."

Elijah, like other men,
Had a memory, not perfect, but enough.
He remembered the arts and sciences
As some of it were.
Yet, he saw, the arts and sciences were made false.
Thus, he became a little insane
And bit his nails, and chattered his teeth
Until, he came upon Herodotus.
He saw it had changed.

Thus, Elijah cried, "It is Jezebel!
"It is Ahab! It is Jehoram!"
And she allied with Sennacherib, too.
And thus, he set to prove it.
Yet, all mocked and laughed.
They said, "You are just a loon
"Elijah. No such thing is possible."
Yet, Jezebel's demonic spies
Crept into the corners of all the houses
And changed all time, all law,
All science, all custom.
To which, it was Baal,
And Elijah would not bow the knee.

Thus, Elijah cried out,
"I see Good, and I've seen Good
"And all the stories lost their luster!"
Jezebel cried, "It is better, don't you know?
"Don't let people have too much hope
"Or they become weak like you."

Yet, she mocked one day a vile man
And this man was not good, you see.
Yet, she mocked him, thinking herself to be a god.
And he threw her from a window.
He did not care.
And when they went to bury her,
She was consumed to the marrow
By dogs, who licked her bones,
And snarled when someone tried to take a bone
To bury.

I

In their galleys, rowed, Persian boats.
The great wars rowed in their ways,
Over the Mediterranean Sea.
Rome stood, weeping, their arms were small...
Nero had his kingdom
But wasted it on the games.
Thus, Darius rowed across the rivers.
For Cambyses II had been held in chains,
And the horse whinnied from the woods.
Thus, Darius rowed across,
After Cyrus and Caesar had their war.
Long the castles have been lost,
And Armageddon had waged its blood.
Thus, 1000 years later,
After Christ lay dead upon His Bier,
For old age had taken the gentle King,
His brother Arthur reigned in the Northern Lands,
And Nero had amassed a following.

The great war was to be had, of Gog and Magog,
Where Nero made the games a spectacle,
And all watched. Nero, he was Death,
Smerdis, we all knew, and he had for 1000 years
In great depression stewed for his loneliness,
And thus, took up to his great kingdom,
Reviving Romish might.
And there, Nero did what he would, 
Reviving death and murder,---
For for 1000 years, not a single man had ever been slain---
Teaching the peoples how to play.
How to do gross sexual things.
For, the bee stung him in the leg
And that was when it was all new.

II

Nero fiddled in the grotto, as Darius catapulted his weapons
Into the thatched roof of huts.
He fiddled, as Rome burned---
And he watched the circus, and told it to play.
He had murdered his mother,
And raped his sister,
And he had sullied many virgins.
He had a beautiful wife---three---
All of whom he kept their separate company.
And he blew on the Pan Pipe
After chasing one so much, that she died of grief.
And his wicked face glew with such haughty laughter.
Darius besieged Rome, and with his forces
Surrounding, did batter shields and said,
"We have been rid of Sin, and wish to have our LORD
"Revived! That good King Who ruled us and was ever wise!"

Nero fiddled, and smiled his way,
His canine teeth like that of a wolf.
He dressed in his attire,
And started flaying the Christians upon the spits
And he bit at them, and watched them burn
Using their bodies as torches.
He murdered all he could, and tossed their bodies into the sea.
And he committed necrophilia, and charged a fee
To be entertained by the most beautiful in the land.
If he ever visited a local store, they paid him;
He never paid a thing.

III

Darius surrounded Rome, to heave the Kingdom
Back to its righteous ways.
Thus, Nero unleashed his Chimera.
And it flew, and with his Pegasus
Nero knew the way the war would go.
Thus, the Chimera spat poison on the forces
Of Darius' hordes.
And they burned, and turned to phlegm,
Their pus and bodies like a pile of fungus
Slimy, and there they lay.
Darius was thrown back against the war.

Thus, he rowed across the sea,
Seeing how Nero caused the Lands of France
To riot in the night.
They tore down Lady Liberty,
And cried for great hailstones to fall.
Thus, they did.

Arthur, seeing the hordes amass at his border---
For the land was divided.
Nero the center, Darius the South
And Arthur held the northern realms.
Yet, there was also a king in Jerusalem,
Lonely as could be.

Mustered the forces of God and Magog,
Great Giants, which Nero consorted
From the lands beneath the Earth,
Where the daggers there protrude,
And the table of the Earth with the three mountains
"Hades, Hell and Sheol."
And thus, there the giants flung up,
And crawled upon the Earth,
And became Nero's hordes.

IV

Arthur and Darius were allied
And Jerusalem was so weak.
Nero cried for the war to fall into Jerusalem's borders
And thus he besieged the wall---
A mountain thrice the size of Everest
Inhabited by quiet folk,
Dotted in their wigwam huts,
And there Darius and Arthur merged down through 
Norway and Sweden and Finland, 
Into Arkhangel, Yaroslavl,
And then into Kharkov, Turkey and Syria,
And finally into Lebanon.
Arthur and Darius amassed a great army
To fight the hordes of giants
And down they came, marching in their steeds.
Darius and Arthur stood outside the mountain,
Which was tall, and had streaks of gold
Running through it in every acre.

The Chimera flung itself out,
And there, the war was fierce.
Chimera fought hard, and bloody,
The Pegasus was there, predicting the war
With with Nero upon its back.
Great was the war, the Giants were taller than the mountain itself...
They could barely fit on the Earth,
And they climbed upon the Earth's Circle,
And Arthur knew he was beat.
So did Darius.

At that moment they bowed, and cried,
And then were raptured.
And the Earth dissolved, along with the heavens.
And this world were forgotten.

Danielle Langin. 8 super inspiring poetry prompts!!. YouTube, 2025. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UVLo6gD4sc

Common Activity

The Knight upon the board
Eyes the bishop.
Dark square bishop,
The Knight's L.
Warfare, white and black.
The priest preaches his homilies
Subtly reminding the King of why
He goes to war...
The Knight compassing him;
The Queen is a tyrant
Burning the pawns,
Thrusting them into combat.
En Passant, side swiped by the soldiers'
Blade, thrust forward,
The fortresses espied,
The king retreats to it.
My finger feels the glazed wood;
The smell of the woods from the box
Like pine. Warfare on an eight by eight
Board is acceptable to me.

Write From the Perspective of an Inanimate Object

Am I this Pinocchio doll,
With the shoe unglued,
Falling off my foot?
When will I become a real boy?
I sit on the shelf, and ponder:
I come from a collection of them;
Some large, some small.
My nose a wooden triangle---
Does it grow? I know not.
I wish I knew... for I am driven mad
By ignorance.

Write a Poem from the First and Last Line of a Poem

"My first thought was, he lied in every word,"
Said Childe Harold upon his exodus.
Down flew the warriors, the scorpions come!
The whole world heard the Trumpet sound.
There he was, and I am here, you are there,
You go around and round, and I remain idle.
I tried my best, but I saw him behest
And blew. "Childe Harold to the Dark Tower came."

Dialogue with Another Poem

Am I pinochio, or Childe Harold
Sitting upon the liar's chair...
Or am I valuable sitting here,
Or sitting there?
Am I crazy, or am I sound?
I know not, nor if I'm renown.
On and on we go,
The women talk of Michelangelo,---
Am I Prufrock, or am I Death,
Am I Smerdis, or am I a mess?
Or am I a humble poet wise
Who simply wrote his poesy wild?

Poem From the Future to the Future

"I know not what you do,
"Or who you are.
"Only that I regret you.
"I am poor,
"And filled with doubts.
"Why did you have to try to shout?
"I have painful silence in my breast:
"I lay in prison, and wish for death."

I say to you,
"My friend, if you are so cowardly,
"Suffer a little for your hourly
"Wage, which you have bought.
"You either don't give up, or have no love.
"Push a little further still,
"Fate is not real, and God may still heal."

Ten Words I Love

My Aegis is righteousness;
My mien is amorous love.
I need real freedom.
My friend is Jesus, and His forgiveness is good,

Word of the Day

Have---
Out of 1 million words
In the English Language,
This simple word
Was the one chosen by a random prompt.
Have---

I'll have you soon;
I hope.

Use Words that Have Opposite Meanings

Truncated is my expectations;
Enlarged is my desire.
Infinite are my loves;
Infinitesimal is my apathy.
Life is bitter;
Death is sweet.
War is peace;
Freedom is slavery.
Long live what is already dead.
American Aloha,
The 22nd Amendment allows a third term...
For Democracy Trumps a Constitution. 

Creative Writing Club. List of Poetry Prompts. YouTube, 2023. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUPXf8JwsgU

Write a Poem About the Changing Seasons, and the Imagery they Invoke

Daffodils, Bluebells, Red Buds, Anemones, Mayapples, Geraniums
Such a season as this, sleepy trees make their buds and awaken.
Roses, Honeysuckle, Squash Flowers, Tiger Lilies, Chicories, 
A beautiful warmth, is Summer, the trees green, oaks, maples, hickories.
Sunflowers, Holly Flowers, Aster Flowers, Hibiscus and then the Phlox finally wilt.
The trees are fire, the junipers and cedars have their berries and sprigs.
Holly Berries, Rose Hips, Bare Trees and Icy Lakes,
There is a cool in winter, the evergreens with white glaze.

Describe a surreal or imaginary place using surreal imagery: The Faerie Wedding

The napkins were velvet,
Bound by strings of pearls
With diamonds sparkling in gold inlay.
The plates porcelain and crystal with gold leaf.
The cutlery vermeil, and supped
On figs, and grapes, and strawberries,
Smoked Salmon and Salami.
Two Eagles, a mating pair
Flew over the feast,
And a mockingbird sung in a cedar.
The children wore their brooch in hair
With diamond crust; the maidens in their silk dress.
The Fairy King, jovial, alighted on every table
To light the incense and off he flew in his three piece suit.
The tea kettle a silver pot, with golden legs...
Ambrosia, nectar, fruits of life.
The fae people, when finished with their meal
Tossed their plates into pits,
Where there, a rainbow fire
Sparkled, and consumed.

Craft a Poem that Explores Love in All its Forms

I enter into you, and feel you.
You feel me inside.
We bear a child,
And we together raise her,
And give her happiness.
Then, when she is grown
We find each other's company
Happy, and are filled with joy.
Then, when one of us dies,
For we will grow old,
We have love enough for everyone we meet.

Write a Tribute to Someone Who has Deeply Influenced My Life

Mr. Neifert, you raised me.
I am bone of your bone, flesh of your flesh.
I have the teeth to prove it.
You kept me sheltered
So I could do something great.
Not so I could conquer worlds
But I conquered myself.

Create a Poem that Captures the Essence of a Favorite Childhood Memory

Pappy, and Grandma, at your house I am safe.
I swim in the shallow pool, I kick my legs:
I am Godzilla fighting a tugboat.
The army men get knocked into the water,
The rubber snake a sea monster
And the rubber shark, too.

Write a Poem About the Beauty of the Night Sky and the Stars

Spring there are no constellations.
David is hidden in the West.
The Triune has yet to appear.
The Virgin and Bear are hid.
Goliath is slain, he does not appear.
Just a void of newness.

Explore the Themes of Resilience and Overcoming Challenges in a Poem

Once upon a time, there was a boy who could imagine anything.
And set to proof, he imagined all he could, and thought,
"I know, I shall make imagination my job."
Thus, he used his imagination every day, all his life.
Yet, there were thieves, robbers, murderers, scounderals
Outlaws, sheriffs, kings, even some gods if you knew
Who were against him in all that he did.
Thus, they came to him, and started altering
His world, just to prevent him from attaining his goal.
They changed his books, they changed his nation's laws
They changed his religion, they even changed the color of his eyes
From blue to green one day---for when he was sad
His seas would turn green, and this was how it was.
Thus, they went to war, just so this boy would be oppressed;
For he could imagine anything, you know?
They were jealous of this ability.
Then, one day, a great army surrounded his city.
And the King of the Army came, with grand pomp and splendor
And said, "Let me see the prince who resides here.
"Let me see him, the one who has caused great calamity upon the Earth."
Thus, they took the boy from his house, and drug him into the streets.
The boy looked guilty in the eyes of all the men who surrounded him
And he finally met his day. Yet, the Boy smiled, and his eyes glistened.
They tortured him for thirty years, in the dungeons of their chambers.
He was sad, pained, in something like hell.
All because he could imagine anything.
And for eternity they tortured him in that dungeon it seemed.
Then they took him out, when he was old and gray
And his visage beautiful.
And they twisted his heart to such evil desires:
And he destroyed all he touched, for they poisoned him with hate.
All because he could imagine anything.
They wanted him to rule the world,
And be strong and a champion.
That they made him, turning his frail body into a chisel.
And he destroyed, from East to West, now the General
Leading the war.
Do you think this just?

Write a Poem Inspired By a Piece of Artwork or Photograph

Little girl, looking up at your grandpa,
As he reads Martyr's Mirror.
His old, Socrates like face,
Bald, and bearded, and gray;
Happy, little cherub look up,
Smartly framed by the book
And his right arm.
Just a cherub face,
So happy. Peace.

Describe a Journey of a River, from its Source to the Sea, using Personification

The great grasshopper dug, fluttering, making Otsego Lake
And there he drug his body down, where another great grasshopper
Dug, from Elmora. The two met in Sunbury, 
The one a male and the other a female.
And there they nested and laid their eggs.
Only one egg survived and hatched, and thus, he also drug his body
Down to the Chesapeake Bay.
A mighty rain came, and filled it all up with water.
And it was called the River of the Muddy People since;
For people lived there, where the three great grasshoppers
Drug their bellies, and carved it out a mile wide;
And the people sloughed through the banks
To make pottery from the Red Clay.

Craft a Poem about the Power and Significance of Words and Language

Modern Mythographers doubt, why do there need to be gods?
Why can't the Greeks and East Indians be seen as fiction?
We have no soul, and no imagination.
Does there need to be belief, to make a mythology?
Or can we just freely create now?
Does every fancy need to become a religion?
Or can we simply live, and understand,
By the power of the tongue?
Know I am a Christian Man, and very European.
I know one myth to be true, but why can't the countless
Others be enjoyed? More importantly,
Why can't the true myths of the world be enjoyed, too?
Can we not understand, even without believing?
For so many believe, without understanding.


Charles R. Smith Jr.. 3 Quick Poetry Prompts. YouTube, 2018. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJa_abG6aRc

Objects in My Room

Sits, my famed hexagonal fish tank---
Famed? Is it famed? Someday soon, maybe.
The blue and salmon afghans knit by my Mimi.
The Chess Table, it sits within three borders
One with alternating slanted parallelograms
Carpented by a friend of the family, named Robert Haefer Sr.
The big purple vase sits, with plastic stems and flowers
An inheritance from my Nanny.
Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane hangs
With a palm leaf from palm sunday behind it;
An Old Family Heirloom handed down by my Nana.
Behind me, as I sit on my Olive Green La-Z-Boy
Rocking steadily and relaxed,
Are portraits, paintings and a needlepoint of Norman Rockwell
Knit by my Aunt Bob-Bob, from a Magazine.
Such is the wealth of the lower middle class in America.

A Lot of Alliteration

Tip to me the truth, and take my tantrum to task;
Too many trials have taken to my temples
And try to triturate the thronging thump
I tell you the truth... tell me the truth.
Too tall is the triumph, too tormented are my tongues
Of telling truth. Yet, tell truth, and take my toil
Truly,---treasures will start to trickle from towers of tales.

Color Swatches

The sable boy told his truth,
And took the greige sword
And slit the Chok, drawing dragon's blood
Ichor from its veins.
Ponceau rays flooded the sky
As the clouds, with streaks of gamboge
Lighting from the outline of the sun,
Broke, in that moment.
Lovat was the environs around the world
Until the clouds brake.
And then, all was bright again.

Lyric Lab Poetry. Poetry Prompts for Groups & Workshops. YouTube, 2025. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaLP62MoX_E

Write About Heartbreak, in Unconnected Verse

Failure, he is inferior in quality, but a much better person.
The girl of my dreams catches me urinating on the park path.
5,000,000 true words, 12,300 pages, nobody cares.
Spat in the mouth for caring too much---so I swallowed.
I did the right thing, but nobody applauded. Rather, they sighed.
People I knew for my entire life hate me now for what I did as a child.
Likewise, everyone loved me as a child---when I was cruel---but not now that I am better.
Anneken sat in prison for 50 years, her entire life burned. She was then drowned. She just had different beliefs.
A little dog that had 5 homes, when he wanted to go back to his best, he was told no.
A good woman in a retirement home, contracted MRSA and was thrust against the headboard as her socks were put on.
A good nation, under God, elected a tyrant.

Cento

The women come and go, talking of Michelangelo,
And I, I took the path less travelled.
Call me Ishmael,
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings
"Look on my mighty works and despair!"
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Anneken was put in prison for 50 years, her property burned, and she was drowned.
Prufrock "I grow old ... I grow old ...
"I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
"By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
"Till human voices wake us, and we drown."

Call and Response

I cried to her,
"Who art thou, to call me?"
She responded,
"Thou art Romeo, and I thy Juliet:
"We danced the dance, and never met again.
"I take the High Road, and You Take the Low Road;
"In our dreams we met...
"Only in our dreams."

Emily Butler. How To Write a Poem (with prompts!). YouTube, 2021. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HE3mEValKIo

Interesting Fact

Sin, according to a clay tablet 
Made during the reign of Nabonidus,
Was raised to the top of the pantheon.
To worship Sin, one must
Send their virgin daughters
To the Temple, to be deflowered.
Nobody liked this---
For as his name, "Sin"
It is abborant to humankind.
Thus, Cyrus used the distress
To subtly enter Babylon,
And slay the nobles.
As the Bible said He would,
200 years prior.

Concept + Setting

Bel stands in his place---
The beautiful virgin there
Bare chested, the foul man
Found her. He made love.
Daniel was repulsed,
And prayed to God.
Bel fell, and his priests
Were then discovered;
Those who ate the food
Offered to the idol.
There was no power.
It was all man.

Noun + Noun + Emotion

Daniel prayed in the house
Toward the East, where Zion
His Bride, awaited.
She was beautiful,
Tall, cherry hair,
Her mouth like apples.
He would never have her
In this world...
Thus, he awaited.

Use Words with Only the Verbs from a Poem

I spread my news,
And followed the Shepherd...
I a sheep---I asked
To go to pasture,
And the Shepherd will say,
"You have."

Habit Breaking

Two lizards were on a rug,
All they wanted was to have a hug...
One a girl, the other a boy
And then he climbed to have a hump.


Pocket of Poetry. Let's Write Poetry! // Poem Prompts & Exercises to Get You Writing. YouTube, 2021. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHmh2IVDflI

Write a Haiku

My dad sits in front
Of our fish tank. Wonder fills his
Brow. Innocent plaid.

Rhyme Scheme  AABBC

Wooden cherries sit
Upon the tree's stick;
The samaras fall
And so 'tis autumn.
Leaves; walnuts ferment.

Write in Iambic Pentameter

The leaves will smell like musk of maiden's scent.
The road I walk, it seems as heaven sent.
The trees all have their leaves of fire-green.
I cheer at last when Sycamores are seen:
Their bark is white and gray, the fruit is barbed;
I walk on yonder path, and wander far.

The Smell of my First Heartbreak

A school cafeteria's medicinal odor
Was that day I lost my first.
Like being in the hospital wing
Where the cafeteria wafts of cheap food
Cooking, a thousand ways, unpleasant
Bland, but not too unpleasant.
Broccoli, bad pizza, stale desserts,
Jell-o, dull chocolates and fruit cups.
It was healthy though, the amputation
Of a possible gangrene, which could
Have rotted me away at my core.

Write About the Taste of a Childhood Memory

Blue Raspberry... Blueberry lollipops...
Jawbreakers, Baby Bottle Pops.
Giant Candy Canes, and Candy Cigarettes.
Jewelry Candy and my it was the best.
Pleasures all the time, and the taste of Lucky Charms;
Trix Cereal and Kix and also Captain Crunch I chomped.

Color of Someone I Know

When I think of myself, what color I am,
I think the Purple of a Rainbow,
And let all understand.
It is not gay, nor queer, nor any such thing.
It is just colors are my favorite sort of thing.
For it is a Promise to Noah and is from God,
I was destroyed only once, so one day will find love.

Oli Vine. Writing & Poetry Prompts for Beating Writers Block. YouTube, 2025. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHfH8SHymYA

How Do You Honor the Parts of Yourself that Might Need Tending

A melty cheeseburger,
A quart of Green Tea,
A Coca-Cola,
A 2005 Toyota Corolla,
Haddock cooked in lemon-wine butter sauce,
Steamed peas with salt and butter,
White rice,
Things to read, and stuff to do,
A Charcuterie Board with thirty hors d'oeuvres,
Scallops, Shrimp, Fried Rice, Beef, Chicken and Mixed Vegetables---
Enjoy life and be thankful.
For if depression wells in the body,
And you have done no wrong,
Say to God,"I am thankful you count me worthy to suffer."
For, that is the missing ingredient to life.
We are counted worthy to suffer.
Not all we suffer, is a test from God,
But is rather Sin in a fallen world.
On and one we go,
This neglected part of our religion---
The Monk feels painful depression,
He hallucinates Hellfire in his parish,
The objects move in his room,
He has intrusive thoughts,
He is poor and called insane.
All to suffer for the greater things:
The gold in heaven's courts.

Write a Letter to Someone Who Has Impacted Me Deeply

Dear,
Ms. K____

Thank you for the knowledge you gifted me
In my English class.
Every drop I have savored.
Yet, understand,
You demanded too much.
People have limits, understand...
I may have been a genius,
And you may have not understood me...
But I listened to every word you told me.
It is in my memory, and indelible.
Yet, when the car is lodged too close,
And there is nowhere to move,
Though you tell me, "Move"
Sometimes I must trust my better judgment.
For I am not a tightrope walker, understand?
I never could, and would lose my balance.

Use the Phrase "I Almost Forgot I Was Alive" and Reflect on an Experience

A cheddar cracker, it seems so obscure.
To eat it, seems so normal.
It seems so mundane.
Yet, to have pleasure while eating
Is a gift... it is unfair, American audience,
To take it without contemplation.
Be thankful for every moment,
For you almost forget that you are alive
While in your decadent prosperity.
Expectations, lead to poor decisions,
Which lead to expecting tomorrow
And not savoring today.
No... enjoy the moment now,
I must,
For I almost forget I am alive
When I take it for granted.
Every thing you have, is more than a gift.
Don't be so shallow to seek more---
Enjoy the quiet life you live.
A cheddar cracker, it is yours to eat in that moment,
And you might think, "Well I can have this any time?"
You can lose it so quickly, do you not understand?
Every moment is riddled with risks...
Every choice the same.
Be thankful every moment,
And it lifts the depression, and augments the mind,
And it makes everything good.

Write About Something You Lost and What You've Found in Its Place

I lost my youth, don't you know?
Where is it?
It is gone---
Traded for ancient wisdom that disappears.
It is a vapor, and dissipates.
What is known, is not found
Though you search for it.
It is gone...
Remember it therefore.
Keep track of the wisdom you have learned.
For if you lose the letters you cherished on the page,
Store them in your heart.

Imagine Your Heart is a House; What Does Each Room Hold?

Secret chambers of the soul:
My Bedroom is where I never grow old.
My Latrine the place I store my violent pains.
My Livingroom where I find love again.
My Kitchen where I make delights; thoughts which combine to form my sight.
My Basement where I store my fears.
My Hallways where I connect the years.

Describe a Sunset without Using the Words "Orange, Pink or Red"

Sun, descend in golden light,
Illumined like gold in a silver room.
The citrine orb falls, fiery and like an egg.
The robin's eggshell cracked,
The yolk turning amber, then carnelian,
The clay dirt, like martian soil,
Illumined like a male firefly.
The Green Grass pearlescent, both green and burgundy
The trees of autumn in October chill.

Write a Poem that Takes Place Entirely in a Dream

A blue apple upon a tree---
It tastes like nothing you'd ever seen.
Like an apple, but a little more tart,
Like a fig, but with a Honey Crisp heart.
Sweet, like a grape, but not quite so---
More like a cherry but don't you know?
Apple crumble in the mouth
The skin shooting juices, makes me shout:
It was the only happy dream,
That and when my loved ones visit me.
Dreams are vile, like a fruit of sin---
I'd rather never dream again.
For this one treasure I have stored,
There is pain, and violence, and sex much more.

Describe an Object in my Room/ Write a Love Letter from a Ghost

The moonlight looked like satin upon a marble plinth,
And there she lay, naked.
Yet, we decided not to move the carnal bounds.
Again, the moonlight hit the shades,
And I thought there she stood in her gown---
No, 'twas only a shirt of mine;
Yet it made my heart skip a valve.
Yet I could hear tinkle from behind:

"I the shade who haunts thy dreams,
"The one whom thou lay with carnally,
"Sing to you, to yield no praise,
"I thy great strife am ever vain;
"For you could have a real woman's breast
"But instead you have what is second best.
"It is I, the shade, in your dreamy mare,
"The one who haunts you and makes you scared.
"To be rid of me, you shan't one day...
"I thy giant soul, am the price you pay."

Imagine You're A Tree Silently Observing the World Around You

I am an Oak with an Ear---
Come tell me your secrets.
I listen, and shall never tell them to anyone.
Just tell me, I'll listen, so you can forget.
Just tell me.

Imagine You Could Taste Time

As a child, life tasted like Banana Candy.
As a youth, life tasted like mint leaf right off the stalk.
As a teenager, life tasted like McDonald's Cheeseburgers.
As a young adult, life tasted like Chili Con Carne.
As an middle aged adult, though, if I must say, life tastes like 
Salted Roast Beef, with Carrots in Cinnamon Ginger Garlic Broth, and Sweet Rice Curry.

Write a Poem Only Using Questions

Why is there no moral truth?
Why is there not a God?
Why is math not real?
Why is humor offensive?
Why is there no being?
How can a boy become a girl?
Why are meat, bread and milk bad?
Why is all pleasure sinful?
Why don't people trust their spouses?
Why is faith a means to gaining riches?
Why is suffering considered punishment?
Why is every thought owned?
Why do democracies fail?
Why is the world rejoicing?

Write a Poem that Only Has Five Words Per Line and Fits on a Stick Not

Do I despair right now?
My body is in pain.
But my heart is satisfied.
I did not do wrong;
I only chased my goal.
Ought I suffer to survive?
No, I would rather die.

Write About Myself

I'm a 37 year old.
I live with my dad.
I have no job, beside writing.
I don't get paid.
But, I will have two and a third
Dollars in a week
Made from my books.
My body is pained.
And I must understand:
I suffer for doing what is right.

Write About Someone Else

She's 27 years old.
Lives with her mom.
Has no job, beside writing.
Doesn't get paid
But will have 5 dollars
In a week
Made from her books.
Her body is pained.
But, she must understand:
She suffers for doing what is right.

Write About Anything

A sugar sand does not sweeten
The coffee much---
One sand, for every sorrow
And the cup shall be sweeter than honey.
Drink a cup, and quaff it
The bitter is sweet.
Like chocolate is bitter
So is coffee,
The best tastes in life
Are salted, sweetened, and buttered bitters;
Eat a grain of sugar for every sorrow
The heart will be joyful.
Be happy in the bitter moments---
Have sands of sugar in those moments.
And you will be sweet;
That is all that matters.


Youngblood Poetry. 8 BEST POETRY WRITING EXERCISES!!!. YouTube, 2021. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Atzk6Gk6RpY

Books First and Last

"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth."
Said Moses as he transcribed Genesis from Sumerian texts
Handed down by his ancestors, Jacob, Abraham, and Isaac.
I wonder, as I often do, if there is a beginning or an end?
There is a beginning, but for a truly saved soul, there is no end.
Thus, for us, our end is this, as St. John wrote:
"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen."

Stream of Consciousness

All love regret, forgive nothing in yourself but your love is eternal
Love saves all, regrets flee, everything is safe for one who believes.
Regret nothing, not at all,
Love the LORD your God and all will be His fault.

Poem in the Manner Of a Poet

Alas! "Murderer, Adulterer, Sabbath breaker
"Truce Breaker!" The mad Poet levied against my God.
"Did His people truly murder, or did He tell them not to use the sword?
"Did He make an adulteress live, or did He show mercy to us all?
"Did He break the Sabbath, or teach us to rest from our own good deeds?
"Did He bear false witness, or did He know that all day long His words would be twisted wrong?"

"Yet, you do know, the gods are our inventions?
"What we feel, is only what we make it.
"That is all the gods are," is what the mad poet said.
"An angel sits in every grotto, and at every lake,
"Yet, to worship them is dull.
"Men feel what is common, from a waterfall.
"Yet, when man cannot feel, and when the feelings dull,
"The angels, the angels, for a man, all have gone,"

"Do you know, that each man must create his own
"Faith to hold? Do you know? Or be enslaved by
"Another man?" said the mad poet.
"Know this, I am slave to sin, and all my load
"Is borne from having known where I have wounded.
"Like a Camel, like a Lion, like a Child,
"I have borne, I have torn, I have mourned.
"Yet, I have no system of which to make
"For I need the fires of other men...
"And one man, God-Man, Christ Jesus."

Haiku Stanza

I know now, that war
Is evil in all its forms.
Yet, war must be fought.

For, suffering would 
Grow intense for all mankind
If war was abstained.

The child dashed to
Pieces by a bomb, or sword,
The woman thrust through

The old man shot dead
Or the men on battlefields
That is war. Let none

Delude you, or make 
It glorious seem. War is
This, murder, plunder

Robbery, rape, death
The child, elderly, man
Woman, prophet, priest

Good, bad, and the gray;
All are slain on wartime's field
Cities starved, if they

Do not yield; water
Runs as blood; oceans swallow
Men, shipwrecks, gallows.

Therefore, do not war
Unless the child may be
Slain. Do not wage war.

5 Word Synonym Swap: Love, Truth, Good, Evil, God

We must desire our Creator more than our meat;
More than our fae feelings.
For, what is found in reason, is the substance of being
For all things must be either be, or not be.
There are pleasures in making others feel pleasure,
And there is pain in making others feel pain;
When you act in accordance with the most benefit
You make all around you feel more pleasure than pain:
Thus, what is in reason must become an existential awakening
To what is on the outside. Yet, no philosopher has ever
Transcended that bound, and have created internal worlds
Being their own creator... thus breaking all law.

Write an Ekphrasis Poem

A globe sits upon my desk;
The equator sticker pulled off.
There, old Russian Continents are found.
Old worlds on an old globe.
I imagine the Queen being angry
For damaging the sphere---
Who is the queen?
Merely the phantoms of my dreams.
And there, the cyan, tan, salmon, magenta, and sea green
Countries, with the crisp font,
And white oceans, the islands in the pacific,
The names I will never know the whole of:
And she said, "I will reveal the whole world to you"
As punishment for being a child.
Thus, she took my world away,
And cast me some place new.

Random Prompt

My brother, as we walked up the trail,
You inspire me, my brother, I am frail.
We walked through the trail
Over the pills and rocks...
Was it just that my authority was threatened?
Or was it a divine word from God?
Thus, was I paranoid? Or was I Just?
A conductor along a trail,
Yet Sirach says I was not.

Did I just divine, or did God cause the words to land?
No, there is no force over it,
It is just my word association, understand.
For, there in my head, the words fit to this song:
We all, we all, we all will do this
Therefore, do not move along.
No, I saw my foot was weakened,
On the way back my ankle nearly sprained:
I saw my body was frail,
I saw you my brother heaving,
I saw the there the lady, and hailed.
For, if you wished to go one way or the other
I, I would follow, for I am your favorite lover.
Family, thy truth in fortune might:
Do not divine, for the subconscious makes things right.
For words, they merely bring to mind
A thought or a prayer...
No, Sirach said, Sirach said, do not blaze the trail.
If the path is dangerous, if the body is weak:
Keep your eyes ever in front of you
And you shall have the chaff sifted from the wheat.

Store Product Persona

I am a red, Coca-Cola
Brandon is my holda,
I'm gonna get him drunk
Off my sweet liquid gum.
Oh, I'm so dangerous,
I'm the sweetest and not the safest;
Drink me with caution all
For a little soda is a good haul.
Drink a little sweet,
But not too much, for it's unique.
Pleasures in small quantities
Are not surfeiting you know?
So, drink a little soda, but not to excess glut.

Hellbound Housewife. The Bible is Made Up Part 2 | Divine Inspiration is Ridiculous (+ General and Special Revelation). YouTube, 2026. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M90QpOLf5dA

General Revelation

The beauty of Sine and Cosine,
How it turns the angle,
Creates the curve, and founds
All our higher math...
How does this work,
Except there is a God?
Also, why does doing this,
Produce logic, that satisfies
Innumerable measurements?
Why does knowing a square,
Get us to understand exponents
And that gets us to understand measurements?
Understand this, and you understand,
The foundations of the universe are laid.
That is why, I see design,
And God's General Revelation.

Special Revelation

The peace of a Christian is beautiful,
They wander here and there,
Their civilization is one of peace,
And love, and property.
There is a chemical overflow
In them, produced by their Angels...
Niagara Falls swells in them,
So does the love of their mate.
So does a poem, or a movie
Or a song. There is something innocent
About Christians, that I impress upon you...
That is the special revelation.

Theories of Divine Inspiration

It is not that a Prophet heard word for word,
But that a Prophet saw.
And seeing men, in their tragic course,
Dishonor what is true and good,
They led themselves to calamity.
So, the prophet warned them,
Looking at Moses' Law,
Or Jesus', and formed an interpretation
Of where our present course of history was going.
And if the sinner does not turn back,
There it shall go... to where the stars and moon and sun go black.

Christianity is Man Made

Yes, Christianity is man made.
Men heard Christ, and interpreted Him.
Men wrote the Bible, based on what they saw.
Men Saw God in the wilderness with Moses.
Men Saw God's judgment when Babylon broke down the walls.
For, if it weren't man made, it would be without witness...
We need to perceive God, for Him to be real.
Multiples of us, need to see Him,
And sense Him, and then we know...
Wisdom proceeds from its patterns.
And we tell others, "There is a God
"And seek Him, you shall find Him."
That is all the Bible is.

Christianity Does not Prove the Bible

Nay, Christianity does not prove much.
As Jesus said, "Let them be one,
"So the world may know."
Yet, we are not one. So the world cannot know.

The Bible Does not Prove Christianity

The Bible is proven from artefacts in Egypt,
And artefacts in Canaan, and artefacts
In Mesopotamia. It is proven from Witnesses,
To be confirmed as witness by men who knew them.
That is where the Bible cannot prove anything,
Save it witnessed God's Son, and God's Power,---
And it did. And that is why the Bible does not prove anything,
Save that it is built on the first principles of witness.
On the testimony of Two or Three, His Law shall be established.

Adam Gary Poetry. POETRY FOR BEGINNERS! | 3 Poetry Exercises To Beat Writer's Block | How To Write Poetry. YouTube, 2020. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RViusw2WXDE

Create a list of Adjectives, Concrete Nouns and Abstract nouns, and Make a Poem

Concrete Nouns

Strawberry
Mock Strawberry
Honeysuckle Bush
Rose Hip
Leaf 
Bare Tree 
Oak Tree 
Hickory Tree 
Currant
Phlox

Abstract Nouns

Imagination
Heaven
Safety
Belief
Freedom
Encouragement
Behavior
Haste
Amble
Poetry

Adjectives

Musky 
Orange 
Green 
Yellow 
Pink 
Quiet
Scratchy
Brisk
Warm
Susurrous

Poem:

The wind in susurrous crackles
Blows the musky leaves.
Pink, red, yellow, orange,
They fall off the bare trees.
The scratchy noise of those leaves
Fall from the Oaks and Hickories.
Green still deepens the trees like shadow,
As I walk through my imagination;
It is heaven, and a great encouragement.
I make no haste, but amble,
And my poetry is sound.
For the safety here, is liberty
In my American Town.
My bad behavior is to have belief,
To those in far away lands.
As the quieter air, brisk, and the warm sun
Are antinomic, thus I don't despair.
I see the mock strawberry upon the honeysuckle bush...
But think twice, it is just a strawberry thrown.
Yet, the imagination makes it anything it wants.
The rose hips are budding, and the currants are about done.
The Phlox dying, in the brisk air and the sun.

Imagine Like You're Someone Else

I have no disappointment in you,
Though, I suffer at your every ache.
I know you tried, yes only tried,
To do what is right.
I want you to be happy,
And I want you to work.
I just want you to be happy.

Make Similes: Dedicated to my Mimi
 
Like a knife crackled through the crust of pumpkin bread
Is the sonorous whisper of the wind
Taking the leaves which are like cinnamon.
The flakes go, and swirl in the world like coffee and cream;
The sun the cream, the brown leaves the coffee.
The grass like a filter, there in the grounds...
The wildflowers like a beautiful cookie upon the cup;
Or just like a tea cup... the trees, like a chocolate straw, go round.

©2026 B. K. Neifert
All Rights Reserved

I

There is a certain stubbornness to history. I know not how to quantify it. I only know, what is true today, is gone tomorrow. What was yesterday, no one can find. The Feast of First Fruits, the Feast of Weeks, we celebrate the Harvest when the first crops are coming in. We wave it before the Altar, and are satisfied.

This is the first of the science of Joy. What is your first, is filled with sugars. Therefore, offer it before the Priest, wave it before the Altar, give thanks. It is the first of your production. Enjoy the portion, too. Eat. Feast, rest. And then get back to work.

When there is no harvest, but there is much hoeing of the soil... there is much planting... the rains never come... or too much rain comes, and washes out the soil... one can raise a curse to God, and say "Why have you scorched my work, and why have you washed out my seed?" The stochasticity of the water vapor, though, that is all you curse. 

No, God is much deeper than this, and I wish to expound upon true knowledge. That there is stochasticity, there is choice, there is a randomness to life... that is the law of nature. Why there is choice, why some great men fail or go into obscurity, and why some pathetic men are made into towers. Understand this, you understand a lot of things.

Yet, the portrait of Joy is the topic today. Therefore, when you starve, give thanks to God. When the sun beats down on your harvest, when the winds kick up your dirt, when the waters never come---for there is a drought---praise the LORD. Not to have Him miraculously bring the rains---though He can---not to cause prosperity. For one righteous man dies in his righteousness, and another wicked man dies in his wickedness. One thief lives in luxury, and another honest man lives with his life stolen from him.

Where is the science, though? Where is the truth? Do you know my meditations? Can you perceive it?

II

Thus, consider, there are Acres of Diamonds, said the sophist. Yet, time and time again, staying on your property yields no results, and leaving your property leaves no results. Another man discovers minerals on his land, and another discovers great fortune. Another goes across the sea, and finds gold in yonder rivers.

I want to impress upon you, that this is not where joy comes from. A greedy man has great fortune, and a humble man has none. The humble man is satisfied with little, and the greedy man never satisfied. He must get more... he sees the mansion, and must have it. He sees the rare books, and must have it. He sees the cashmere, the sterling silverware, the golden chains, and must have it. He sees the decadent charcuterie and must have it. While in the moment, at the wedding feast, the wiser of the men eats it, knowing this will be maybe thrice in a well lived life, such a thing will occur. The wicked want it at every meal.

There is such a thing as fortune, where it makes men into dogs. They will bark, they will run through hoops, they will even sell their freedom to obtain it. They don't care, for freedom is less precious to them than the 100K salary. Freedom of Speech they don't need, but a custom motorcycle they do. They don't need the right to religion, but they do need the tattoo. They don't need marriage, but they do need their menstrual blood.

Understand this... about fortune... the wise man is satisfied with little. But, there is another joy, I will tell. A greater joy, if you will just listen. Listen carefully to my speech. I have dark sayings, and wisdom of the ancients. Where is it? It is gone. Thus, joy dissolves from the Earth, for all are in ernest to get and receive, but never to give.

III

True Joy, comes from satisfaction with little. To eat from your labor, this is joy. To have a roast suckling, bread with chewy crust, soup with good spice, and vegetables with sweet and savor, and to say "I have hoed my field, and I have sowed my crop, and I have planed my wood, and I have smithed my hoe, and I have found the keys of knowledge." That is where there is joy.

Yet, consider... men can take this from you. Can they not? If they do not like you, they can make you into an infant. They can take a wise man, and make him foolish. They can make the foolish wise in the world's eyes. They can make Majesty out of the Sloth, and the man who delicately crafts in Marble, and smiths of Iron, and does the engraving, they can make seem the sloth. The man who seeks wisdom, they can make look crazy. And they can. They can make a lifetime of work idleness. If no one purchases your craft, if no one will cooperate in the economy, then you will be poor. No matter how strong your craft is.

Thus, we come to the crux of Joy. Men must cooperate, and live at peace. There is true Joy. The artisan properly appraised, the food properly judged, the metal properly tested. And if it breaks, it goes to the one who didn't. If there is a master craftsman, he must eat. If he cannot, then what economy is this? The proud go and make their things, all for their purposes. Whose purposes?

Thus, why does it go on and on, and nothing ever happens? When men starve you, and they can, just for your liberty, they do it. And then there is no freedom, beside prosperity. Where is joy? It is in the one who follows best, and doesn't show themselves to be different. That is who is happy, until many become few, and few become one, who has any prosperity?

IV

Thus, here is the secret to Joy. Consider the decadence of Kings, with Diamonds for windows, the prisms pour onto the wood. Know there is greater riches than that, in the Kingdom above. One Acre of Heaven's Land, is far more valuable than all the Earth's treasures. For, it is golddust for dirt, and the pebbles are precious stones. The sedimentary layers of the crust are the finest gems. And there is no mantel: there is no fiery hell beneath it. It is all forgotten.

Thus, when you walk closest to the grave, when they wish to flay you, cook you, beat you, poison you, prick you, strangle you, burn you, publish all your secrets and let you rot... there is such a Love that comes from Heaven's fields. True acres of Diamonds.

There is a beauty there, that when held in your heart, will produce lasting peace. And there, if poor, and no man will see you on the wayside, you shall be happy. And your enemy will say, "Why? We have taken everything he has, and have destroyed it." And the wise shall say, "Oh, you fool. Had you not known, this world's goods were not my true treasures? I had a foundation of rock, which I built my house, and there is my joy. Not here. Here, you take all I have, or give me mansions and fine flesh and fine virgins, there is no more riches greater, than that of the Kingdom. I can live in endurance, and though you try me, I come out like Silver Purified Seven Times. Stamped for Purity, and a little impurity, to make me valuable for costly rings."

Thus, what is joy? Here is the secret: The Kingdom of Heaven is within you. There is your joy, and none can steal it from you. No not one. They can try, they can cause words to pour from your lips, they can do you great injustice, they can make you feel great pain and sorrow: They can make you rich, they can make you wealthy, they can make your heart filled with joy... there is the LORD and His treasure in your heart. They cannot steal that, if you have buried the pearl in the field, and hid it. They cannot find it, if they search. For the field is in your own soil, and you have taken the tares, and rocks, and highways out of it. And you have planted the mustard seed. And you have great love inside of you. That is where the truth resides. And none can steal that joy, if you sow it.

V

Walking through the woods, the Oak stood before me, and I realized, "The mountain moves by faith. Witchcraft is enchantments, potions, sleight of hand, and using strange science to cause a man to believe in falsity. Yet, consider, faith perceives as it actually is; thus, the mountain moves because it were never there." Thus, I reason, that we need God to establish our reality, for what do we have without Him? The witch must establish reality, or the warlock, or the demi-god, and we know they are not powerful enough. Yet, the light is in us, through the LORD Jehovah-Jireh Jesus Christ. Therefore, what man establishes as a god, dissipates, and is no more. No man can work, and no man can establish being. For, if being were part of our reality, and only as we perceived, then there would be no being, and we would always be correct about the outside world. Thus, we are truly underneath the LORD, or in captivity and beneath a devil. And the light shines, because we are pleasing to the LORD, and our light shines before them, and causes the sun to shine brighter. We need God to establish the geometry of the world around us, for if the geometry is made by our perception, then it is built upon a hollow hole, and we fall through it, into darkness, and are no more. That is hell.

Also, peace must be given by God. There is no peace apart from Him, and though we will it, there is only suffering. Mankind's philosophies are rooted in suffering and tragedy, and, thus, nobody flourishes. Yet, in the kingdoms of Christianity, there is the joyful child, looking up at her Grandfather, as he reads Martyr's mirror, her face beaming, and her pretty little face is at peace, and so is her grandfather, who looks like Socrates or Santa Claus. And there is the first lesson: We need God's peace to sustain us. We need the vine, as all other philosophies have attested, there is no peace found in their gods, or in their philosophies. No! Peace flows through Jehovah-Jireh, Jesus Christ! Why do people suffer? Why do the great sages of the East only see suffering? When the great sage of Jerusalem says that the Kingdom of Heaven is within us? Thus, peace flows through God, and not ourselves. For, no philosopher that I am aware of, has ever attained joy, but at the best madness or malaise. No, we need a Good Shepherd, we need a Rootstock, we need Life. The Peace of God is life, and love. It is longsuffering, and patience. It is meekness and humility. It is wisdom and life. It makes the righteous glad, though they suffer, and it causes the gloomy to realize there is a better hope somewhere yonder.

And lastly, how is there any knowledge of good or evil? Beauty or ugliness? How is there any knowledge of this, without Christ's body living it for us? Without the beauty of God's peace, how do we know? No, we cannot. It is like describing sight to a blind man. Thus, we need the LORD to know even a handbreadth of the Good, or to have all knowledge, we need Paraclete. We need to be aneled by Grace, and have it pour down over our beard. That is the deep spiritual truth. For, we perceive there is good and evil, we perceive there is beauty and ugliness, but the world around us says there is not. And it is contrary to our childlike being, to not know these natures exist in us and are apart from us. That eternal pleasure comes from Good, and eternal pain from Evil. Thus, we need Christ's Body, and Moses' Table, to know what to do. Without an example, we can neither know the good, for we need the Geometer to demonstrate his principles. And, thus, God come in the flesh does, living His life of poetry. There is still some frustration in a good man, there is still a longing for solitude, there is still a little kindle of wrath at injustice, there is still a little bit of looking down at those who have inferior ways. Yet, the Dog is fed the crumbs, and thereby, an entire world has access to the Kingdom and His promises. That little Dog, that we all are, except the 144,000 Jewish Virgins, are now extended grace. And thus, we know to extend mercy to those who are different than us. The Jew extends mercy to the Palestinian, the Palestinian to the Jew. Yet, in the wages of war, where there can be no peace, the city is waged war with, and the inhabitants are starved. And that is why we need to be counseled on right and wrong. For we know not the time or season without Him. 

Yet, consider, Satan... He comes clothed as righteousness. He tells you things, like "Be Empathetic; Do not War; it is a happier thing, to believe in nothing." And he comes, with his falsity, and his emenations, and he says, "Be your own god, found knowledge for yourself, test the spirits of the other faiths, and see... they have mousse too. They have flavor. There is wisdom there." And slowly, you find these ministers of light, or in the church even: he brings us to Paul, and says, "Now see, you are forgiven, so you can be whatever you choose. You don't have to do good deeds." And, thus, the foundations of morality fall apart, the very substance of being does with it... for no other God can establish, no other God can protect. And there is a peace for a little while, but the Serpent strangles her. And he constricts, and has venom. And constricts like a serpent, and envenomates with lust, bitterness, envy, malice, wrath, ingratitude, distrust. And those he envenomates you with, and then his body wraps around him, and squeezes, until the things of this world choke them. And then he is like a Howling Monkey, screaming loud, and telling you all your fears. Telling you to be frightened, and that you cannot be forgiven,---trying to elicit despair. He tells your secrets, spreads slander and gossip up and down the street, causes spies to enter into your house, and friends so called to be a mission against you. And they slowly feed you corruption, and drug you with your sin, and lust, and transgression, and then they poison you. And these are his ministers, as friends, apostles, prophets, wise men... and slowly you unwind, and your persecution is sore, so you let go of Christ. For you wish to be one with those you have become associates with, to blend in and take your things.



©2026 B. K. Neifert
All Rights Reserved

1. The Merciful Man

He walked along the brush,
Feasting on the currants
Off the trees. His enemy
Sought to trap him, it's sure.
Yet, he mercifully moved his feet
And forgave: For why throttle
The man who stole, when you owe
Hundreds of Talents of Gold?
Thus, he prayed for mercy,
For a righteous man shall receiver her;
He who is merciful shall receive mercy
So the Beatitudes say:
And upon the path were a perfect fish
A bass, just recently died:
The heron stood on the pier
And probably dropped it in flight.
He picked up the fish, a trophy of a catch!
And threw it back into the pond.
For, it had died of its own
And was not lawful to eat.

2. The Tree of Life

Imagine if you would,
A Hickory Nut on the forest floor
With a little rotted piece
Concaved on its green husk.
And consider the vines
Beneath its shell, where the fruit
Once sat protected.
Now, imagine, this shape
Were designed by a logic
And that logic described perfectly
The physics of something else.
Or the logic that was used to solve it did.
Consider that Hickory Nut,
Its very shape like a curve
Its volume or surface area or a line within it was the logic
That would describe the very physics of something in our world.

Now consider, a formula that is as a tree
Shifting in time, a Date Palm,
Flowing in the wind.
It bends and flows;
Consider that tree, there
Swaying in the breeze
Is another form of logic,
Its very volume and motion
Used to describe an advanced form of physics.
Can you? Just for a moment?
Understand, it's like the tree of life.

3. Silence

Jerusalem, you whore, imperious:
Stay quiet, my love.
Write your thoughts,
But be as a mime and cheer people
With your love.
Just be quiet.
I am like Jerusalem. 

4. Holy Bias

I read, in 2004 even,
That Athanasius did not
Write the creed.
Yet, in St. Gregory's writing,
There is mention of him writing
Down such confession,
And giving it to an emperor.
Thus we can conclude,
That French monks
Wrote down the creed
By direction of the extant document,
And then canonized it.
Many things go unnoticed by scholars
Just like this: But that is the division needed,
And it is a Holy Bias.
For a little faith is necessary to hold all things.

5. They

I take my notes in verse, understand:
Creatively reflecting upon the hearts of man:
Spenser is barred from the canon
By angry children and college mammon.
"They" is not a conspiracy of the left;
It is what the markets want, and cleft
They do a trailblazed path...
All so all forget the past.

6. The Preacher

The preacher preached a sermon
On Marcus Aurelius. The Impasse
Is the way... you move it, you go over it
You climb under it, you go around it.
Then, he said, "With God there is a way,"
And, "The brethren say, but God says differently." 
Then he said there was work to be had everywhere...
The brethren say.
But God says differently. 

I walk the narrow path,
I see all things go against my favor.
Is failure sign of God's disapproval? 
I think the Thyatirans were poor
And so were the Anabaptists.
What the preacher worshipped was the economy.
His fortune, and you heard it in his voice.
I am a writer.
"The brethren say, but God says differently." 
Those were his words.

What is the true impasse?
Do I go under, over, around, through, move it?
They say, so it is,
"The brethren say, but God says differently."
They are like Lawyers, attaching burdens too thick to carry
And won't even lift it themselves.

I recall why there was a revolution fought,
In Hackcock's own words:
The British would not let commerce
Be had, for they would not suffer
A man his livelihood.
Who shall fight my revolution?
It is only mine in words.
You, preacher, can lift me up.
Or you can push me down.
I recall many martyrs who died
At the hands of idol shepherds.
"The brethren say, but God says differently."

I recall Christ crucified, 
I recall Jeremiah put in prison,
I recall John Bunyan in long imprisonment,
I recall Hans Brael whom the rats ate his food and his clothing rotted off his flesh.
I recall 3,000,000 killed by Spain,
11,000,000 killed by Rome,
And untold killed by the Orient, for records of such things aren't kept.
"The brethren say, but God says differently."

You have the power to unyoke me, and my captivity.
But, you rather strengthen it with falsehood.
"The brethren say, but God says differently."

7. 121 Martyrs a Day

Recall, during Rome, they played games with death.
It was to appease the gods, and Christians were the victims.
121 Martyrs a day, for 250 years, that is the number.
Believable, don't you think, now that you consider?
For if there were no victims, the gods got angry,
Therefore the blood must have been the oblation.
Across many territories, the games were played,
A country the size of our United States.

8. The Conversation of the Martyr

"There is no God, dude, it's all a lie." He shrieks with joy.
The martyr sits in silence,
"By the time you're finished, and the hell you create
"They'll cry out for God, and He will answer."

9. Dark Age

So few read, and it becomes 
The rite of the privileged.
They speak of demons:
I give you demons to read about.
No, not literal...
What they've always been.

10. The Daisy and Aster

The daffodil is
The first flower, in springtime;---
The aster is last:
The yellow nosed daffodil;
The aster a mauve daisy.

Springtime the yellow daffodil blooms first;
In the first days of fall, the aster, last.
The Phlox and Chicory still bloom; also
The Hardy Hibiscus. Yet I speak, so!
The wildflowers are nature's timepiece.

11. Work?

Work comes in different forms---
The bearded Country Man
Reads books, and tells his thoughts.
He gets paid. I listen to him.
But, I feel the judgmental
Glare of my Earthly sire
Over in the dining room.
"You are doing fake work."
No... I am not. I am listening
To a thousand voices
So mine can be well informed.
Someone must, or we'll all
Be ignorant.

12. We All Come to the Sacred Book

We all come to the sacred book;
Each of us carves out a sacred nook.
Wars are made, challenges accepted---
The liberal and conservative spar.
The Conservative reads his Transcendentalist;
The Liberal reads her Postmodernist;
The Doctor reads his Modernist;
The Lawyer reads his Historian;
Another lawyer her Best Seller;
The CEO reads his Philosopher;
The Economist reads his Capitalist;
The Rebel reads his Marxist;
The Philosopher reads his Logician;
The Feminist her Mythology;
The Christian his Theology;
The Muslim his Tafsir;
The Asian her Mystic;
The Hindu her Vedda;
The Atheist his Existentialist;
The Author his Sages.

This writer listens to them all
Like Mr. Whitman, able to believe.
Listen to all the different things
People say. And you shall gain
Some insight.
He thinks the smallest voice should have their say;
For all wisdom is bound in the many voices of history.
Not just the scholar, or the sage,
But the folk and the radical, too.

13. Hark!

The fool slips in through the cracks:
He repeats verbatim what you said back.
Oh! It is not in your own words, thou fool!
I know, how I know, thou art an unthinking tool!
Pry as you might, into my secret things:
Just think on them, that is all I wean.
The man said to me just the other day!
A story has truth, even though it is fay!
For hidden in the untruths of life
Hidden in its inexactitudes,
Is a fortune of gold, if you like:
You shall see all wisdom that is true
If you search for it, hidden in their clues.
Listen for the truth that wends their life;
What is it, let wisdom be thy wife.
Know, Jesus of Sirach said,
Business continued shall one day be made black from red.
For that is the secret to my wisdom it's true:
I listen to all, and even you.

14. Circular Logic

In straight lines we go,
Infinite chains of infinite causes.
No effect having being,
For to have being is circular.
Thus, no one knows.

15. White-breasted Nuthatch

I am small, don't you know?
Like a White-breasted Nuthatch.
I climb the tree, and eat the grub.
The oaks are dropping leaves and acorns
The currants are falling off the branch.
The walnuts are seen in the bare trees
Like green testicles.
I consider life---
How I go, to be free like the bird
In the wild, to meander here and there.
Free to eat, and do my work
For life is labor to eat,
But it doesn't have to consume every minute.
There is time for mating,
There is time for marrying,
There is time for games,
There is time for books,
There is time to simply fly
Hither and to, and to perch
Upon the tree, and pick my grub.
Strange how we make all things labor
When the bird is as free as I want to be:
Moving, and plucking the substance
When I feel I need it. Not being told when and how to move.

16. Consider

A careful naturalist knows
When something ultra rare happens.
Usually imperceptible to the novice.
The squirrel seen once a day
The Heron seen once a week,
The Bald Eagle is a once a year sight
But the White-breasted Nuthatch noticed once
In this author's lifetime, until now.
“It is either a wood thrush or woodpecker.”
Neither, yet we can say, “It is a thrush or nuthatch”.
If it is a nuthatch, then it is not a thrush.
If it is a baneberry, then it is not a currant.

17. Politics

Spain, England, Japan, Mexico or New Jersey
War there could erupt even after our 
Sacred Civil War.
And men spoke openly about it
Without fear.
Today, you may only whisper
For offense makes all silent.
Spies listen, and take notes,
Women are prisoner for a word.
Dangerous times: dangerous times.

18. No Consolations

The writer, with no wealth, sat
To read Philosophy's dark
Consolations. Yet, no word
On virtue appeared in the
Pages. The Writer was vexed
And cried a bitter, mournful
Curse, against the gods of the
Age, those heathen, vile men.
For no consolation was
Had. What is philosophy
Without virtue? It is words.

Thus, he sat again at night
And read his book, seeing it
All changed back to what it said
Before: he was pacified.
Yet, how he realized that all
Philosophy now, was like
It, stripped of all virtue, so
It 'twere just poetic words.
As painful as hell. Torture
Of a kind that very few
Will ever understand.
For if the library will
Forget virtue, every page
Might as well burn and nothing
Would be lost. Why read? Without
Virtue?

19. Pitbulls

Oh, Christians, you are like pitbulls.
Sweetest temperament of all dogs.
Full of life, and vivaciousness,
Yet, falsely given a proud name.
Yet, we have the strongest bite
And when we latch onto Satan
We do not let go, and shake
Our Jowls. Yet, weaker
We get kicked, though we 
Will not let go.

20. The Dictator and the Sage

The dictator saw the Sage, and then he said,
"Tell me, the sage wisdom."
So the Sage said, "In war, kill your enemy quick.
"And only wage war, when a country deserves
"To have its children slaughtered."
The dictator, feigning rage,
Cried out, "Such is unlawful!"
The Sage then said,
"Lawful speech I have, to say you are an evil wretch."
The dictator then cried,
"I shall come and kill you, and make it quick.
"I will not torture you, just kill you quick."
To which the Sage said, 
"So come, and bring all you have."
The dictator did not come;
Where was he? The enemy was turned
To the sea, and their stink raised up
Before all the land.

21. I Don't Know What We Fight For

I sit and drink and eat:
Herodotus is changed.
Lacy is changed.
But history is not changed.
I know not what we fight for
Or the reason we fight.
Perhaps, it is to have a correct
Account of history and science and law.
Or, it is to make a billionaire richer.
Nobody knows.

22. 21st Century Hitler?

There was once a quiet boy, who played with vacuum tubes
And swung them in his basement, making worlds.
He was very beautiful, with chestnut curls, 
And he made mistakes, yes, quite a few.
He once came upon Athena one day,
While carrying on his daily chores.
A writer he was, and a writer he'd be
Yet Athena wanted him lured
Into his van, of candy and treats
He came upon him one day.
Thus, Athena made a plan so grand
He chose not to make this boy elite.
Thus, the boy wrote his songs,
And wrote his stories for himself.
The people all saw it, now,
And thought, "Aww, for bloody hell."
Thus, they rioted and called him wrong
And cried out for his very songs.
They destroyed free speech, and burnt the moors
Petulant children all called him wrong.
He didn't know, save in his vision---
He just was poor, but with fruitful mind.
They called him the next Hitler,
But all he did was purge his mind.
Thus the people all waged war,
Two wars were fought for the law
That this poor man had it all...
But a poor boy he was, with fifteen dollars
He simply wrote his stories for himself.
So the people cried, and they wanted him found
They cried ever so loud.
They cried, and fought, and blood spilled through every valley.
"This boy shall not be a man!"
They cried out in pain, and thus they were well pleased.
All so this boy wouldn't write his odes
All so he wouldn't sell his stories,
Now let us understand.
Was he Hitler, or did he sing
For the freedom of his Land?
Was he concerned with what the world did;
Was he even like a feral beast?
Or did he just quietly do his task
And learned what he could
Before it disappeared in ash,
Ash to ashes was the wood
On every paper that printed ink:
Thus all worlds were changed.
Was he really a bad man at all
Or was he really that insane?

23. The Faerie Wedding

The napkins were velvet,
Bound by strings of pearls
With diamonds sparkling in gold inlay.
The plates porcelain and crystal with gold leaf.
The cutlery vermeil, and supped
On figs, and grapes, and strawberries,
Smoked Salmon and Salami.
Two Eagles, a mating pair
Flew over the feast,
And a mockingbird sung in a cedar.
The children wore their brooch in hair
With diamond crust; the maidens in their silk dress.
The Fairy King, jovial, alighted on every table
To light the incense and off he flew in his three piece suit.
The tea kettle a silver pot, with golden legs...
Ambrosia, nectar, fruits of life.
The fae people, when finished with their meal
Tossed their plates into pits,
Where there, a rainbow fire
Sparkled, and consumed.

24. The World Rejoices

"As long as Locusts and Harsh Winters,"
Said I, thePoet, "Exist, this world shan't
"Ever be paradise. Thus, we are reminded
"When the Sage asks, 'Why does 
"'A Good God allow Suffering?'
"I retort, 'While the world rejoices
"'Behind me for but a short while,
"''One acre of Heaven's Fields
"'Shall be more treasure
"'Than the whole Earth's.'
"Thus why should I be sad?
"When I have treasure enough?
"Therefore, heart, sorrow no more."

25. The Election

One year, I voted for the Father Son and Holy Spirit
In an Outcry to fix our country.
Then, a miraculous thing happened,
The LORD Opened up to me wisdom:
"Research each candidate."
Thus, my vote was answered,
To go through each candidate on a ticket
And research their programs.
No matter how small the position,
Do your research.

26. Beowulf to Galahad

Lo, take up the harp and lyre,
Sir Galahad, to fend the evil Moor.
To silence the Golems at this hour
To fight against Babylonian whore.
For we two, off on our crusade
In pen and ink and might
Sing, oh we sing, and together we shall fight.
Remember I, and sing your odes
Original and the best...
All is all, and time is time,
Sing for Jesus and both our rest.

27. Home

I sit and rest, for home is here
Not yonder and far away.
Nowhere do I need to be
But here.

Like a dream it is, when far away
And in decadent abodes.
No, my modest home
Is here.

When in exotic places
With great treasures
For eyes to feast.
Home's there.

For I come back,
And rest my bones
And like a dream awake.
I'm here.

28. Thanks and Grace

Upon the trail,
The leaves are embers,
The walnuts and acorns fallen;
The leaves smell like bourbon,
And I thank You God,
For my life.

I am like heaven's journalist,
In my poverty,
A monk in a cloister,
And enjoying my rich foods...
I shall eat the finest of the grain and flour.

And here I tell of Antichrist,
A man as wise as Emerson or Montaigne,
As beautiful as James Dean and looks like 
Marcus Junius Brutus:
His religion the Greek Gods, and only as forces of the Earth;
And like Julius Caesar, can forge Fortune;
He can pick the lock.
For in the German Fairy Tale,
A chest is searched for, then it is found, and a key is forged.

And I thank God, that in a chess match
He would flank me on my King's Side;
The battle would be fierce, 
Many casualties in the war.
And there, we'd draw in threefold repetition.
For that is all I could do.
To win, would give me the world
To lose, to be given to torments.

Thus, I thank the LORD,
For all his rich kindness toward me.
I have my faith, I have my friends and family,
I have my allies, I have my food and drink.
And, I have my work, this heavenly journalism
Telling of the Heavenly Politics of our day.

29. The Eyes and Ears

The eyes form our reality,
Something like a digital recording.
Imperfect, and reconstructed.
Yet the ears, the blood scratches
Into our brain like a Vinyl Record.
Therefore, ears, I say, are a sensory organ
Greater than the eyes. For one 
Is merely code, the other is the scratches.
Therefore, faith comes by hearing...

I hear upon the path the world
And there is the world, in sound:
What we hear. Not what we see.
For hearing constructs our reality.
It is a funny looking organ,
And for right reason.
The dog it is nose and tongue,
The eagle it is eye,
The human it is ear,
The worm it is skin.

For the greater disability in life
Is not to be blind,
But rather to be deaf.
For the blind can still hear
And thereby attain company.
The deaf, though...
They live without even words of thought.

 30. Walking Through a Fairy World

A fairy world alighted---
'tis in your very yard---
The hare, not a rabbit,
Stood up, when I called.
It listened, and its tiny ears!
It wiggled its good nose.
'twas a beautiful thing
A truly beautiful thing
Not everyone would know.

Then, upon the park,
The angle shade was there,
That caterpillar crawled,
And that I had to share.
An alien thing it seemed,
Just like the hare,
So different, and unique
Yet it was the way of wear.

Then the squirrel,
Was talking in the trees
It cried, how it cried
And my dad, like it disturbed me
Saw it for the first time
And it caused my dad to fear,
The squirrels cry from their knots
I have seen it twice a month for years.

Then, alas, the climax of my walk,
Four mule deer, a herd
Crossed my leafy path.
My dad had looked for bluebirds
When he looked beyond his back
But, there, four females and a fawn
Rustled the leaves in their tracks.

It was like an ancient world,
So fairy and so fae,
It was beautiful, so beautiful,
This walk I took today.

31. Life

Life is a tic-tac
If heaven is every meal.
Your first, forgotten.

Life is like a bad
Dream that you wake from. It is
Forgotten someday.

32. Mock Strawberry

Late October, I walk
And see, yes I see,
'tis a Mock Strawberry.
I reach to touch it
Plump and round,
But do not eat it
As I walk in town.
For, it a noxious weed could be
For 'tis not June nor May
You see.

33. The Hero

The Slob is the form of our forlorn fate...
For he has been forged in the fires of favor
In the eyes of the fevered masses.
A wart is easier than a flower
To gaze at long, for there is no hope.
It is easier to give up, and not long...
To give into lascivious pleasure.
Does one need to be a millionaire?
Or can one be a simple Master
Smithing in iron and welds.
Making a Master's purse,
Modest, and nourishing?
Does great riches or great poverty
Follow from expertise?
Or can a middle class fortune arise?
For, it is either the slob,
Or the King, there is no middle...
No, that is what they have told us.

34. Arthur and the Romans

I

The War of Briton with Rome,
Arthur, thy Gauntlets are thrown.
For, Germans ride into the war,
Against Julius, that awful whore.
Fight, Oh Arthur, against Roman band!
Fight, and win, so all will understand.
War, oh Albion, against Romish might.
Julius has lost against us in this fight.

II

Theodoric, you enter Rome.
In your glimmering array,
You put the Senate under chains.
Sweet Boethius, like me,
Cries at the destitution of democracy.
And into the prison he goes:
Yet, Rome was conquered by you
When you spared Christians in Cloisters.

35. Mountain Drive

Upon the mountain's way,
Through Clark's Valley lay
The reservoir to my right...
The trees like a prism,
Pink, red, orange, yellow, green.
We stopped at a Diner,
With 1950s Music playing.
Yet, the people, nay, the people,
Were like none from that time.
Artefacts of a rich time
Were upon the wall in black and white.
Yet, there was a newness there...
Something new, yet was it right?
The woman sent me away,
After paying our customer fee...
She said have a catholic day,
Yet, the cost was a little costly.
$16.57 a plate you see.
The preacher on the way home
While I listened in the car,
From getting my good tea
I wandered very far.
Three hours we drove,
To see the autumnal leaves.
Yet, the preacher preached
"Beelzebub is a better god than unbelief."
I saw then, as I drove from my work.
Witnessing all, I saw it from mountain to brook.
For two people at a diner,
$17.07 a plate, that was what it took.
I question, the people are very queer...
Hard faces, all at war,
Yet there are some who are good.
We huddle together, as little chicks in a nest.
Mother Hen, come shield us with your best.
4 hours I witnessed, as cars drove madly wrong,
Passing us in the left lane,
Where the divider line was long.
My mind goes back to the preacher,
Saying, "Beelzebub is better than unbelief."
I think of the radical Atheist, and I think of even me.
Would I rather them believe in nothing?
Than a god of torture, theft and crime?
Certainly, so I feel it is the times.

36. The Philosopher

The philosopher, poet, logician,
Theologian, said of his work:
"I have made a mythology of myself;
"I have fully grasped the fundamentals well.
"Math, Logic, Science, God's Law
"I do know."

There came a Romish Priest, 
Who coveted the wisdom.
Thus, he pointed at him,
And cried, "Heretic!
"Demoniac! Feckless fool!"
And thus he cried.

He took the Philosopher,
And put him in chains.
And said, "Demonic man
"You have wisdom beyond
"What you can grasp.
"Demonic mind."

The Philosopher explained,
"Day and night, for 5 hours
"Every day and night, since a babe;
"I studied every subject I could.
"If I have a memory, there it is.
"I am sorry, if I combine things
"Though force of logic."

The Priest cried, "He said enough!
"The man is a Wicked sloth!"
Thus, he threw holy water on him
And kept him bound in wool
Restraints. The philosopher dulled
And his memory started to fade.
He forgot everything.

They took him out of his chains
One day, and the Priest was old
And so was the Philosopher.
The Philosopher's blue eyes
Were blank, and stared.
He did not answer
A word.

The Priest said, "The demon
"Has left him! We are freed!"
Thus, all the Philosopher's
Work belonged to the priest,
So he became a rich man.
The Prophet were poor
Until he died.

Another priest, an exorcist too,
Came to the Philosopher
And said, "I knew you.
"You were a truly righteous son."
Thus, he looked with fiery eyes
At the other priest and cried,
"Demon!"

And thus, they bound the other priest
And put him in a dark cell.
And he was forgotten, his wisdom too,
Yet so was the philosopher's they said.
The Philosopher was brought to the parish
And nuns fed him curds and honey.
He died poor, yet in comfort.

37. Curse of the Sloth

Once Upon a Time, there was a poet.
He was a sloth, and held his job,
But wanted to be rich.
Thus, he wrote his poems
To have the wealth enough
To have an orgy every day.

There was another poet,
He was meek, and could do intellectual work.
He wanted to have enough wealth
To write his poems,
And to have enough wealth
To maintain a wife and children.

The slothful poet, though,
Was published first,
And the publishers didn't want him,
But from his annoyance, they sighed and said,
"If you truly want this,
"The greatest poet in the world
"Will have to fail. He will be put in prison
"And tortured to death.
"For the world will be lost
"For it has lost his reason."

The Sloth sighed, and said,
"I don't care about him.
"Let him rot."
Thus, the Sloth was made a millionaire
And ate and drank, and had sex to his heart's content.

The other poet, became a master,
But, his songs were denied.
Thus, the whole world turned good art for bad
And bad art for good,
And thus, the master poet
Was told, "You're dishonest
"And not as smart as you claim.
"Therefore, into the dungeon,
"You prideful man!"
And so they did,
Where they drew and quartered him
And kept him barely alive
For 30 years.

That is modern day's morality.

38. A Preacher is a Craftsman

A preacher is a craftsman 
Who cuts a straight line.
He builds with his gems and gold
And lays foundations of diamond.
He lays his brick,
And planes them straight.
He makes a cathedral
Of wisdom chaste.
A preacher is a craftsman
And if his compass is off
The foundation comes undone
And that foundation is true love.
For, if a preacher does not plane
And scale and build with rose;
The cathedral comes crashing down
And now everyone shall know.
Yet, the liar comes to him
And says,"Your gold is all chaff."
They put the preacher into prison
And say he is a man, who is bad.
Yet, the preacher still lays his foundation
And the preacher still planes true.
The preacher is a craftsman,
And the preacher will teach you.

39. American Politics

Jason Galanis was partnered with Hunter Biden.
Trump pardons Galanis.
These folk run in tight circles.
Now we know.
It is just about making money...
If Saving America makes more money
And makes a better bottom line,
Then it will be done.
If not, then it won't.
And money backs up money,
And hedges them against money.
If it will make them rich,
They'll do it.
That is their only Ally.
Is Green.

40. The Good Shepherd

She, like Christ, finds the Sheep
In the slough: it's neck deep.
She grabs its horns and pulls
Dragging it up the knoll.
With every fiber she 
Pulls with her might. The Sheep
Ought not fight. For to fight
Would trap her in its plight.
And then she drags the sheep
To the nearby, quick stream,
And in autumnal cold
She bathes the sheep, while clothed.
Then, she drags the sheep more
Atop the green pasture.
And there she lays to rest
With the sheep, by its head.
Some of her blood stains it:
That's the price to save it.

41. The Philosopher

There was a philosopher who failed,
And preached, in Christian times,
That God was dead, and virtue
Was simply to make your bed.
Sup, eat, be free... like a rabbit upon the plain.
The wolf chases, and the rabbit runs.
The predator stalks the prey,
And the prey eats the grass.
And the prey, if the predator is stronger
Is their food. Thus, is how the world is.
The philosopher failed, when he saw a horse
Being tamed by its rider.
He threw his hands over the horse,
And cried, "I understand you."
Thus, he became catatonic in his defeat.
Thus, they raised him to a Christlike figure
And said, "See what happens when a man
"Cannot be strong? What the weak will do to him?"

There was a philosopher who failed,
And preached in Antichristian times.
That God was alive, and virtue
Was to be charitable and kind.
Sup, eat, but remember, the sheep
In the pen needs shorn, and his nails
Need cut, and he is fed on your love.
Love the little lamb, and life
Will not be so hard. Be gentle
And meek, and pull the milk
From her teats, and drink.
For it is your lamb, your life depends
On her. Be kind, and clean her pen.
The philosopher failed, when the government,
They forbade him to work and create.
Thus, they put him in a dark cell
And said, "See what happens when a man
"Cannot be strong? What we will do to him?"

42. The American Revolution

There was a poet of America,
He wrote his poems.
It was his plan
To write his poems
And become a wealthy man.
For, to work would be costly
And accumulate great debts.
It would mean, not a moment's rest.

Thus, he wrote his poems,
And for 5 hours a day he studied.
He wrote epics, novels, trilogies,
And he studied logic, music and geometry.
He studied history and the great men
And he studied Literary Masters again.
Sufficient, he became proficient at his craft.

Yet, America was wroth that they worked
Too long, and too hard. Thus, the refused
To purchase his work, and rather 
Went to war... for there was no rest.
They wanted to destroy free speech
And leisure, and therefore, force all into slavery.
For they were in bonds, therefore,
So must everyone be bonded.

The Sheriffs felt too, that this was the way
Yet, they in great leisure, were amateur philosophers.
Bringing into captivity,
And being the spokesmen of the war.
They thought they were on the working class' side,
And thus, tormented the poet cruelly.
They changed  his world, and thought nothing of it.

Thus, the people warred. Bloody it was.
And it was all so all could be in chains
And in slavery. For speech, they warred against.
And thus, they warred, so there would be no freedom
And the only freedom would be to eat.
Until, one day, they couldn't even do that,
As the poet warned... without free speech
There would be no warning.
Those in power could do all they want.

Thus, the supply chains were broken,
The grocery stores were cheap, but barren.
The poet sat in his house, with ten others
Who were sheltered there,
And  they died  each, and rotted upon the floor.
And a great stink rose from that house,
And his uncle came, and said, "Do not talk of God anymore."
For, that was what the war was about.
Simply freedom... they wanted it to go away.

The poet became a slave,
And barred his back to the sheriff.
And they whipped him, and gashed him,
And even the ones who were the belligerents understood...
The poet was right all along.
"We fought to clasp back on our irons,
"And we enslaved the one man who wanted to liberate us."

43. Honor

"Honor doesn't fit a fool."
I turn the proverb in my head.
On one hand, it means
A fool who does dishonorable things
In the name of honor.
But, on the other, it means a dishonorable man
Who feels honor is not fitting.

44. Atlas Shrugged

She says what she thinks.
It's all I can say, we all have them.
Unflattering, untrue, unwise opinons and beliefs.
Yet, the lynch mobs come out to strangle her.
Ashes in the wind, cabbage and everyone is okay.
I wonder, yes I wonder,
When it is I who will be on the line?
Free speech has died.
Work, eat, pray... no time for the arts.
Nobody really knows...
Thus, Atlas Shrugged...
And out came the pouring of Capitalism.
The smith no longer has coals
The carpenter no longer has wood
The poet can be crucified for his words.
It is not something we can name that easily.
It is just... what it is.

45. Safe?

There are poisons in every bush...
Mushrooms, Belladonna, Holly---
There are knives in every kitchen.
There are fists and rocks and sticks.
There are murderous thoughts in everyone.
There are pillows, and blankets, and forks.
There are oceans, and lakes, and rivers.
There are cars, and planes, and trains.

What causes us to be safe?
It is trust in our fellow man.

Thus, also with the market,
If we all are greedy, and want
All we can gather for ourselves---
If we are the hunter as one said,
Who stalks the prey, and brings
Home the game, and says to the Medicine Man
"Your dances, and tales, and cave paintings
"Are of no use to us, old man."

Then, understand...
The Old Medicine Man's job
The Storyteller
The Poet
The Philosopher
The Judge
Is to teach men the dangers
And to show them peace.

For a mushroom blooms,
It can kill you dead.
You need the Medicine Man
To see the more subtle poisons
For that is his business
Is to identify them
And caution us when we're ignorant...

For if we pluck the toadstool
From the yard, and sell it
To our brother, we are a murderer.
If we take the gleanings from the neighbor's bush
Collected in the bucket,
Then we are a thief.
If we yield to our passions
And pluck the virgin's maidenhood
We are an adulterer.
And subtler poisons than these...
If we make it so man can have no labor
Save the one who is approved by the hunter,
Then the Gatherer, then the Dancer,
Then the Poet, then the Scribe,
Will have no occupation.

And if so... understand,
There will be suffering.

46. Decree

Jesus the King, decrees 
In Revelation.
The same as Darius might.
It is unclear what Bible Scholars mean...
Yet, all of God's book must be witnessed by us.
Through influence of the Spirit,
We craft, and find knowledge.
Through listening, we are inspired.
Every one of us... if we listen.
Why ought it not come from us?
Why ought we not witness?
If God is real, He is real...
We ought to see Him,
And write our witness of Him.
Some of the Seven Churches are Sinning,
So John becomes the Oracle.
For we know, and interpret...
That is how it works.
Without our eyes seeing,
Without our ears hearing,
Without our blood, sweat and tears,
Without our minds' reason,
There could be no witness at all.
If God merely told us all of it
Then it wouldn't be real.
It must, as Christ told me,
Be processed through us
For then we have sensed it.
And we have recorded what we sensed.

47. The Shepherd

What is, is sometimes a beast,
And, you must take the staff
And fight it. The sheep graze
They know not.

What is, is sometimes a thief,
And you must take the law
And jail her. The sheep  graze
They know not.

What is, is sometimes a pit,
And you must take  the horns
And pull it. The sheep graze,
They know not.

What is, is sometimes a man,
And you must take the staff
And fight him. The sheep graze
They know not.

If you are torn by the beast,
You are made poor by the thief,
You fall into the pit with the sheep,
Or the man is much stronger,
Still, work.

For the sheep need you.

48. The Atheist

The atheist, who was my friend in spirit
Saw Christians floundering for answers.
All of us were wrong, and invented.
And then, "Did Jesus go to hell?"
Cemented in two, of the three creeds...
Christians formulate that the answer is no.
There was such a face of confusion on
His handsome brow, and I laughed along.
We really don't know much these days.
But, for those of us who do---and some
Of us still do---we comprise a unique
Section of the population.
We still remember, though are drowned
Out by the noise.

Like the foolish virgins, they go to the world
And pour their oil into the cup.
They pour in prosperity, vanity,
Toil, and mating.
The wise virgins have trimmed their lamp
With memories. Of what the religion is.
It still is... of course.
But, we need to remember now.
Satan wants us occupied with this life
Here and now.
He wants the memory erased for good.

49. The Poet and the Tyrant

A great tyrant ruled, and said,
"If a man accomplishes his dream
"Then all will want to.
"We need the common laborer."
There was a poet, who understood much.
He crafted in his Words like a smith
And precisely found all wisdom.
The Tyrant then was jealous---
Being slothful, and not wanting to read
He merely wanted to campaign
And find more support for himself.
Thus, the Poet understood,
And had memory of a lost time.
The Tyrant then changed the very books
He was reading, to dull the poet's mind.
But, the Poet used force of logic
To overpower even the dullness...
For his mind tasted the words
And could detect even the slightest falsehood.

The Tyrant raged, and said,
"The most well fed in the village
"Is the hunter you fool!"
The poet smiled, and said,
"Then you do not know about the medicine man?
"How they collect the ancient memories
"And paint upon the walls?
“They instruct the dances around the fire?
"How they discreetly teach their friends
"How to judge rightly?"
The Tyrant screamed,
"No! The hunter will be paid!"
And the Poet said,
"Yet, the Hunter will even
"Steal the gatherings from his weaker brother.
"Thus, the poet must teach why this causes dearth."

The Tyrant then took the Poet, and used his craft
To cause him to get sick. 
Thus, the poet was sick, and near death...
And his mind was altered by the Tyrant's curses---
For the Tyrant employed theurgy
Employing Seraphim to weaken his heart and mind.
Thus, he oppressed the poor Poet severely.
For, all must work, so the Tyrant would
Prosper in his craft, and steal the Poet's profits,
And become rich. And he would use cosmetics
Upon his skin, and masks of mud,
And he would found cities with bloodshed...
For he was a great Tyrant, and caused
All the cities of the Earth to be built
With blood. Their bodies upon the street.
He entered into the kingdom, and killed.

The Poet was there, upon the sheath,
Writing his songs. And he prospered nothing,
For the Tyrant was black, and wished
Him to labor hard, and gruel.
For the Tyrant could be a sloth
And therefore, rule over many worlds
And feel that reading were beneath him.
He could rule. For, a Leader of a Land
Must read at least 50 pages a day twice;
He must listen to his counselors
Speak. He must understand the laws.
He must talk with foreign dignitaries.
He must talk with his generals.
He must take account of history.
He must hide nothing from his people.
This the Tyrant did none of.
Thus, he took the Poet
Who felt great pains in his skin---
For the demons made him pained---
And the Tyrant laughed,
And felt he was winning.

The poet was then taken to a cell
Where no sight nor sound could penetrate.
He was given potions to increase his suffering
And make him severely addicted, so he would be easier to control.
And he was thrown into it,
And his entire work was burned.
Every word he wrote, was destroyed---
Or rewritten by the Tyrant.
And the poet sat in there
And he lost all his memories.
He was then Tabula Rasa
And when he came out,
The Tyrant saw his intelligence
And retaught him everything,
Teaching him evil arts.
And the poet was beautiful,
And thus, with his memories washed,
He became a great general
And became the Tyrant's weapon
And all warfare was turned
To the Tyrant.
And the Poet, whose only desire
Was to be a righteous man,
With a wife, children, and good dainties to eat
Portions of flesh, fruits and spices;
Milk, tea and water;
A bed to lay in that was comfort,
And a small house to cover him.
This was stolen, and the Poet
Was now a homosexual,
And he had a mansion,
And instead of eating injected himself with vitamins. 
And this is the torment he spread.
Upon who, has not your evil passed over continually? 

©2026 B. K. Neifert
All Rights Reserved

1. A sermon is sacred, and the heart of wisdom is the truth: Speak wisdom in your soul, and make your Heart's Psalms like scripture.

2. For, all wisdom comes from witness, and all scripture the same: What we know about God, is knowledge worth revealing to another.

3. Yet, be admonished my Son, there are only those books given. Do not add to them, and do not subtract.

4. For, sermons, hymns, epistles, proverbs, psalms and prophecies do not belong with scripture.

5. The LORD will sharpen your lines, and make the paint formed to its patterns. The wise man does not know: "How did this happen LORD?"

6. All talents are received by God's mercy, and all works of charity the same. There can be no good thing done, without the LORD to bless it.

7. If the LORD establish your wisdom, it will be a diadem of righteousness in your crown.

8. Seek the LORD in all things, and do not forsake the ministry of others.

9. Because a thing is not scripture, forsake it not. Because a wise man is not Christian, forsake him not.

10. The wise are not ostriches, who force their heads into the sand to keep from seeing. They are not hyenas, whose genitals shift with their every whim.

11. The wise are not rabbits, who fornicate even with their next of kin. The wise are not lions, who seek after the prey.

12. The wise are not eagles, who soar high and espy the prey upon the Earth. The wise are not dogs, who sodomize.

13. The wise are sheep, who chew the cud over and over again, and make a grainy food easy to digest. The wise are cattle with horns, who wound the jackal.

14. The wise are doves, who fly close to their mate no matter the storm. The wise are geese, who adore their goslings and hiss at nearby danger.

15. The wise are like locusts, and spread their sayings across the land. The wise are like ants, and busy themselves with work but sting when their hive is crushed.

16. The flowers appear in their times: the land is sown in the spring; it is watched in the summer; it is harvested in autumn; it is ploughed during winter.

17. The moon governs the seasons, and the sun also, and the stars. That is all they are for, and not for divination.

18. There is a miser who wishes to destroy all that is sacred. He alters the sayings of the wise, and men forget their wisdom.

19. Do not forget, my Son, wisdom. The letter kills, but the Spirit gives life. A word arranged is not as important as what it speaks.

20. The wisest man can perceive a thought, no matter how obscure. The most foolish cannot even understand a plain saying.

21. Much strife is in the colleges, to strain a camel and swallow a gnat. They throw out the most useful, and keep the dross like it were silver.

22. When I see the wise, they strive to know what "Is", and they cannot. Therefore, they question it.

23. Use this knowledge, my friends, to reconsider your paths, and watch your mind. Put it to use, and do not forsake reason.

24. For valid inquiries ought to reveal the LORD, not diminish Him. Therefore, do not be afraid to question.

25. However, when the world has changed, and there is no more wisdom, and no more can be seen of the Son of God---for Satan has purged Wisdom from the Earth---look up, for our Redemption draws nigh.

26. In the clouds of heaven, will our redeemer appear, and with Him a cloud of witnesses, of what abominations man had done upon the Earth;

27. To steal from the wise, and make him sad, and to uplift the wicked, and make him fat and glad.

28. Therefore, do not be late! Seek Wisdom now, while it is still plentiful upon the Earth, and do not wait another second. The LORD is merciful, but for a second the wicked vanish, and they are no more. They go down to their habitation in hell, and what was all the treasure they heaped up on Earth? It could not save them in that day.

29. Yet, there is a wicked man who covets the prized pearls of another: Thus, he snatches it and says, "Solomon spoke it in his book, therefore I am clean."

30. You shall go to hell, you foul Cretan. For being an abomination. At the last, you truly believe it was yours. But, in your heart you know.

31. And at the last, at old age, you sigh and say "It was never really true. There is no judgment from God. I can eat the pealed grapes, and the marrow, and the choicest of the vine."

32. At that moment, death will snatch you, and the wise man will be refuted no more.

33. The wise man shall enter into Wisdom, and Mercy, and Peace, and stand at the throne and give a good account.

34. You shall stand there, naked, as if approaching the feast: "Where was your garment?" Shall the LORD speak.

35. You shall be silent.

36. The wise man will eat pleasant things, and drink pleasant things, and be accompanied by pleasant thoughts and aromas.

37. The wise man shall have lovers in all, for he loved them even when a stranger.

38. He saw them, and was stern, and scared for their life. Yet, he would die for the party of his entourage. 

39. He will call to Wisdom, "Be my bride!" and he will call to Peace, "Thou art worthy!" and he will call to Mercy, "I am thy friend."

40. Therefore, all things considered, a man will prosper but a little while in his wicked deeds. He will have children, and even find charity in his heart toward them.

41. But his wicked deeds will not go unpunished, and he will account for the calamity his mind had caused.

42. The wise shall consider carefully the paths of the blessed, and see fortune is to be kept where moth and rust cannot corrode.

1. When Father and Mother forsake you, and Sister and Brother are your adversaries, look to heaven's King.

2. You know not whether a smile will come down, and pardon you for your infractions.

3. Do not hate, and if on a rocky path, turn back. If there is strife, leave, but be there to pick up your friends if they will fall.

4. If the road is dangerous ahead, caution, and say "Turn Back!" Wisdom will be on the cliffs, right behind you. However, if your party will move forward, do not separate. Lay down your life for theirs, if need be.

5. Do not get separated from your people, and do not become a stranger at the wayside. The road is difficult ahead, and you will need them. If they are angry with you, forgive. Let your anger seethe, and forgive, and cool.

6. An imposition may be made, and the party may find disinterest in you, what a grievous wound. However, harm no one, and keep it a secret, lest you hear the Wolf's bark, and are ripped to pieces.

7. Keep silence before all, and do not speak. If your emotions well inside, keep quiet, and give all restraint to your lips. It will pacify the danger, and you will be a counsel for them on the dangerous highway.

8. Be afraid for nothing, but the welfare of your friends and family. If they feed you, even if tasteless, be grateful.

9. If depression stings you, and your heart burn within you, for all your allies are against you, and your very friend is at a distance, looking at your calamity! Woe to you, woe to you! You may have done a good thing, and this can still happen.

10. Suffer with love, rather than prosper with delusions. For suffering will cut off the delusions, and make you of sound mind again.

11. If you prosper in your delusions then you will be sad. Your LORD will not bless you, or make your heart happy. Wait for the LORD to time the silver in the smelting pot and refine it. Yet, it is best with just a little dross.

12. The purest silver needs a stamp... thus, Grace is needed for our surety.

13. To refine oneself in the iron furnace, if there is no godliness, there will be no prosperity. Purify yourself, and stay clean by calling on the LORD. That is what happens, you are refined by trial, until you are purified, and thereby ready for your work.

14. By confession, the LORD shall test you, and test you, and test you, until you are ready. Do not let go. Say even, "I will even go to hell, but the LORD is good, not I."

15. Heaven's roads are beautiful, and so are her streets. Her houses are made from gem stones, and the trees bear fruits of life. Therefore, keep it as a pearl in the field, and find it again. Give up this life, if need be, for the next.

16. If given the choice between heaven or hell, choose heaven. Suffer much in this life, so you may attain to the next. If that is what you need. It will be turned to your prosperity in the end.

17. Prosperity in life is a blessing, and can make a righteous man more righteous. But, a wicked man it will make more wicked.

18. God will not prosper you, if wicked thoughts well in your heart. For where poor, you are not empowered to use them. When rich, you will heap up many woes at the last day.

19. When a wicked man attains fortune, he may be happy, but all around him are misfortunate. For, he gathers them to himself, and becomes like a lord in his manor, and makes them his servants.

20. A righteous man gives, and does not hold back. The women cry, "Do not be so diligent," yet you make their hearts glad when you don't listen.

21. It is better to abandon a fruitless task, if you see great calamity up ahead than persist in it and meet your doom. Bear a little reproach at the beginning.

22. Jealousy is a cruel master. He will not let you do your business, but will cut you down.

23. Understand, my Son, if the LORD is good, wait upon Him. Though your heart is pained, and enlarged, and you feel as though hellfire grips you... stand firm in the faith. Do not say an idle word to the LORD, but thank Him that you are His.

24. I have seen a man in his ministry move heaven and earth, and do many explicitly marvelous things still saddened by his punery.

25. I have seen a man in his ministry lead thousands to hell, and do many explicitly greedy things, and still happy by his wealth.

26. Fortune is not the measure we mete, to know if we are doing good. For many do good with little fortune, and many do evil with much.

27. I saw a preacher well in despair, and I thought of him. Great mercy still persists for him, if he just stay in the faith a little longer.

28. Over the rocky pills, and on the edge of a tottering cliff, are the paths of righteousness. To divert off of it, can lead you down a sheer cliff.

29. Climb over the rock, and keep your footing sure. Turn back off the way of unrighteousness, and the ways of laziness. Be fruitful, and do your business, whatever it is. It does not need to be paid, only do it.

30. If a man blocks the road to the forest, rather than fight him, find a new path. It may be the LORD telling you, "It has been enough."

31. Pray, but do not worry. Do not set conditions for yourself in your prayer, or you will fail. Rather, petition the LORD, for you can not do a thing. The LORD empowers you.

32. Satan listens to your prayers, and sets little traps for you along the way: Pray! the traps are from the enemy, and not from God. If you see your prayer moving, but do not feel peace, then be wary: it does not come from God, it comes from some place else. 

33. After you fail, pray again, only with no more stipulations.

34. Make no prophecy, my Son. Do not do it. You are not a prophet. Desire earnestly to prophesy, but this is not fortune telling. This is rather the LORD causing you to speak wisdom, in a timely season.

35. The woman divined to me: "You are Esau." Thus, I was hated by God? She said, "Your desires are evil, repent." She was no prophet, but a stumbling block set in the path, a woman who sews pillows to catch the soul of the innocent;

36. She made the heart of one sad, whom the LORD did not make sad.

37. I ran through a troop, and leapt over a wall, so the sorcerer used his curses to cause my heart to sorrow. He said, "He shall stumble in the way with many sorrows." 

38. There was a great sorcerer who came to me and told me the burden of his power: I touched none of it, but learned the power of witness and interpretation.

39. There was a sorcerer who was offended by my righteousness, thus he counseled me to walk off the path and to choose great suffering over peace. He was offended by my godliness, but he cloaked it by calling it my sin.

40. There was a troop of sorcerers who wove spells over my whole life, causing me to do great folly with their wicked counsel, just so they could leverage it when I became righteous: And they did and caused great calamity.

41. There was a great sorcerer, who with flattering tongue was my friend. Yet, I believed him, and he turned into a friend. He richly blessed me with his conversion to peace.

42. I have met many strange enchanters in my life, but follow the LORD's counsel, and not theirs. For men come claiming to be prophets and apostles: Follow after Wisdom, though your heart is sore with grief, it shall be turned to Joy. For the LORD gives comfort to the mourner.

1. If you fail, bring no one to the dust with you. You have failed. Get back up, and work to restore what was lost.

2. If a friend offend you, forgive him. If an enemy, the same. You may have a friend after all.

3. Do not do a thing, if you will increase worldly sorrows: There is strife for bread, that it is better to die than to strive for it.

4. If there is much sorrow in your bones, and a great feast, stay away from the feast for you will not share in the party's joy.

5. Remember, my Son, when you fall into misfortune, the LORD will not make you an utter end. When your heart is broken, and your body painful with the sorrows of hell, hold tight and your wisdom will illuminate you.

6. When you fail, do not curse anyone, no not even yourself. When your neighbor fails encourage him: maybe he will try again later, and receive the same reward had he persisted the first time.

7. Ten minutes of lost time, is enough to cause a great calamity. Be on time, or even early. Be in the moment, and not away from it.

8. Do not esteem yourself worthy, when you know you are unworthy. Neither esteem yourself highly, even if you are high. 

9.  Do not esteem yourself unworthy, if you know you are unworthy. Neither esteem yourself low, even if you are low.

10. Neutral is the self that succeeds, neither arrogant in success, nor despaired by defeat.

11. If  you hate yourself, that is just bloated self esteem. What you truly hate is your lack of ease.

12. Great mischief comes from the wound of an ally, and a great calamity falls upon all when allies betray allies. More grievous is that wound, than an enemy's.

13. If your ally wounds you, do not wound him back. Keep the secret, and stay chaste. There may be a hidden reward.

14. There is a sloth, but what business can a man do, when his ally is against him?

15. Do work all that you can, and when the women say "Do not work so hard" listen not to them, they are going to praise you in the end.

16. Even if you leave at an indiscretion, it is better than leaving a mortal blow to the one you love. Leave, and stay silent, and collect yourself, and be generous at the end.

17. An enemy hates you, so reap charity upon him, and heap coals underneath him so he is warm. He will have no reason to harm you.

18. Forgive, even if there is pain in your bones and your enemies seethe to destroy you. Though they cause enchantments to haunt your dreams, know the LORD rewards discipline and kindness.

19. If you fall to the floor, make as small a mess as you can. To heap destruction on others beside yourself, will cause a greater calamity.

20. Let yourself die, and others live. There is reward in heaven for this reason, so we can act in perfect righteousness.

21. Your enemy dies, and he goes to hell. Fear for his soul, and seek to snatch him by the collar---if his coat slips through, it is Judas' noose.

22. If your friends will steal from you, what will your enemies do? Woe to that man, even if he were a righteous son.

23. Wisdom planed the world, and used her scale. Thus, the construction of Space and Time reveal the LORD. 

24. Fill your mind with what is good. The geometer's scale is a fright to the fool, but it is pleasure to the wise.

25. Instead of thinking of fornication and murder, mind your studies in school, young ones. Do this, and you will never err. 

26. All wise men have their things to say, and there reasons for saying it. Mind them, even if you truly hate their wisdom... at the end you will see their sayings, and know wisdom.

27. I saw a man, and called him a fool. Yet, it was the wisest of all sayings: There can be nothing apart from God, and that is what the man had proved, though he did not wish to.

28. All the faculties of a wise man were put to prove the Law of God were false, and he failed. Thus, he went insane for his replacement was unnatural to the conscience of man.

29. Predators eat the prey. The prey fend off the predator with their horns and hooves.

30. A fornicator has no defense. He shall be like a rabbit against a wolf.

31. There is a sprawling bull with deadly horns, who was subdued by a beast. It did not show God's dissatisfaction with the bull. Only that the beast were stronger.

32. Man is clever, and can use his mind to unloose knots or tie them.

33. If there is a great cataclysm, know there is shelter in the LORD's pavilion. He shall have a tent prepared for you, where none shall harm you.

34. When you fail, sometimes the failure was truly a test of your mettle. It may have been designed by God, and a way out of greater misfortune than you knew.

35. If an ally wound you, trust it. It may be for your good, and not for your harm.

36. Trust between men is sacred, and when two trust each other, they shall strive against one who is more powerful than each on their own.

37. Trust between a man and wife is the most powerful of all loves. It is more powerful than the love of a woman for her children.

38. Stay out of trouble, and hide yourself from calamity. You may look foolish for a moment, but wisdom will be with you.

39. Love your neighbor as you love yourself. Don't love yourself and then your neighbor.

40. Love the LORD your God better than you do your own earthly sire. Tell Him what you cannot dare tell him in the secret of your closet.

41. Tell each man according to his understanding: A decision is multi sided, and no one will come to understand the whole shape.

42. You will be ruined, if you tell all your heart to every man. No, speak it to the LORD, and tell each man what he will receive in charity. 

1. My child, listen to a father's wisdom, and to a mother's correction. Honor them with your substance, and your adoration. Look upon them with glistening eyes. They are your glory, and if you make them a shame, so shall your glory be lost.

2. The man did not know his God, for one who taught him, taught the congregation to dishonor their parents. He searched, seeing this as a great orator, and speaker, and he could not understand. Therefore, do not teach, unless you are worthy.

3. For God is not to be mocked: if your parents are accursed, then so shall you be. Therefore, honor them with your love and adoration. Do not mock them, and do not throw dirt upon their face.

4. If your parents are cruel, then bear with it, and love them. Come to them in their old age, and satisfy them with bread. Feed them with the good of your lips, and cherish them, for they fed you before.

5. A father is a blessing from the LORD, and he shall not depart from your service. He shall always be seeking your welfare. If he discipline you, it is so you may have a happy end.

6. A mother, likewise, is a fearful ally. Do not betray her, and do not sharpen your tongue against her. In youth, do not cast her aside, nor despise her, for she is wholly on your side.

7. Wealth and honor come to men who are honorable, and also dishonorable. But, a wise son shall be gladness to his mother and father, and they shall eat satisfied.

8. Yet, if you are a heavy burden upon them, they will sigh, and say "What have our loins brought forth?" And you shall be sad. Therefore, seek wisdom, and add cheer to your mother and father.

9. The wise man is not always rich, and the fool sometimes has a plentiful bounty. The good man is sometimes unmarried, and the adulterer's spouse knows not the sin against them. But, do not become evil for this matter.

10. More bitter than death is a brother offended, therefore, be careful among his wife. Keep a separate place for you and her, and do not come near her all the days of your life.

11. For jealousy can turn to murder, and if you touch the forbidden fruit, you are now given to the curse.

12. Yet, a callous generation makes the victim into the offender, and the offender into the victim. How foolish are they, that they fortify the right of the one who has committed the offense. And they go, and are brazen like a whore, and eat while their mate is poor.

13. A woman can build a household or break it to its foundation. She will be called wise by a foolish world, even when a fool, and even called a fool, when she is wise. That is why there is little joy.

16. Great to be distinguished is the man of eminence, so keep wary at his feasts. Drink a little wine, eat a little dainties, but do not be hoggish, for that will offend him. Yet eat, nonetheless, for abstaining from the feast is also rude behavior.

17. If you fast, break the fast for a wedding feast. And if you are joyful, break the joy for a funeral. For the dead need buried, and the bride needs cheered. 

18. I sought my own proverbs and said, "Woe! I cannot compare!" My deeds do not match my speech, yet they are good meditations. When you read the wise man, know it is to soften your heart, and show you have great distance to travel upon your road.

19. No man is perfect, no not one. We all are fools, even the sages. The scribes are gravestones walked over, and none did see them. Therefore, keep cheer on your countenance, and if bitter sorrows well in your heart, make sure it is because you fight sin.

20. Sin is the god of this world, whom it worships. He is powerful, and can do many wonderous acts. He can even be charitable to an evildoer, and give them sustenance. Yet, consider, their end is destruction, and their fall is great. Sin shall be eaten up by Death, and Death shall be thrown into the pit with it, at the end.

21. There is no hope for a sinner. And he who blasphemes the Spirit---who says to Him, "Depart"---there is no hope. Their joy is perpetual sorrow, and their expectation is hell.

22. All sins can be forgiven a man, except for the Blaspheme of the Holy Spirit. Therefore, speak no word against Him. Who knows?

23. If you consider in your heart that you have blasphemed the Spirit, consider, all those who desire to fear the LORD are listened to, and those who cry out "Abba Father!" have a residual of the Spirit left within them.

24. God wounds His followers, to shake off the evildoers who cannot repent. And He purifies them seven times. Be ready for sorrows, when you begin your journey with the LORD, for He must discipline you, to bring forth good fruit.

25. If you fall, the LORD will not make it utter. He will not cause you to fall so far, that you cannot stand back up. He is the crutch for our atrophied body, and we cannot stand without Him.

26. A sinner's end is a pit of dung, and a wicked man's end is rusted gold.

27. The woman who scorns her husband shall trod in the pig sty with the men she had cursed herself with. Her husband may have an unhappy life, but his end shall be beautiful. She may have a happy life, but her end is sorrows. Save she turn back to the King, and repent in ashes, and regain the softness which she had thrown aside for earthly spoil.

28. There is hope for all mankind, yet those who pursue and persecute the righteous for their righteousness' sake shall be accursed. Once you have done so, there is no confession to be had. You will not take the LORD upon your lips, for you have hated godliness, and have hated it because it is good.

29. Spies seek your fortune, and seek your downfall. Yet, they shall be utterly destroyed.

30. There is a good man with sorrows, and a bad man with pleasure. Yet, a good conscience is cheerful, even when there are sorrows.

31. I had said the day before, "I know not the LORD today, yet I hope it is He of whom it has been written. For I have spied out all the other gods, and see none which do satisfy, and none which are wise. Likewise, I have seen the professing confess a god I do not know. So I stand perplexed,

32. "Is the holy Scripture a lie? Is the true Gospel that we may sin? Do those who seek hard after God, do they become laid in hell, with the sinners? While those who sin willfully are made happy in heaven's courts?" That is the question I ask, when I hear the hypocrite speak.

33. Yet, I consider great sorrows afflicted David, and yet he ran through a troop. His heart was sad, and ready to burst. For he was heartbroken, and it nearly killed him. Yet, he took counsel with the LORD, and grew strong.

34. I sit and often wonder, "Why do they look to their idols to bring them comfort? There are other people afoot and great love abounding if they simply set them aside. Seek face to face other human beings, and cherish them. For loneliness is worse than strife."

35. I loved the LORD graciously, and I kept His name upon my lips. My heart is sore within me, but there shall be a reward if I hold onto Him. The latter rains shall be better than the former. For I shall have pleasure and God's Righteousness.

36. Fearsome is the man who was in prison, and the rats did eat his food, and his garment rotted upon his flesh, and made a loathsome stink. For years he was there in sorrow, but did not lose His confession. He escaped, and then was happy. The burden of so many years of sorrow were lifted, and he was no more ashamed.

37. Such it is, we are held captive to sin for many years, and are in sorrow. If we follow hard after the LORD, He wounds us, and prunes us of our dead branches, and nourishes us with His Word. Stand firm, and push a little further, and you shall be at rest.

38. Wisdom is a beautiful bride, but the LORD had not made His word in vain. It is not to say, "Ignore this," but rather to amaze us in how far we must follow.

39. A dream is merely the reflection of our mind. It is a story in our mind, and a play. If there is flesh, leave it in the dream, for there it may be indulged, and nowhere else.

40. The dream indulges in the flesh, to be a warning against wakeful shame. Therefore, if thou dream it, be not ashamed, but know the sin beforehand, and it shall keep thee from temptation.

41. Dreams are not sinful. If thou dream, thou art not sinning. Put it out of mind in the daytime, and keep no account. It is not prophecy, but merely thy flesh.

42. At the end, I'd rather sin in my dreams, and wake refreshed that I had not sinned, then sin in life, and wish it were all a dream.

1. Do not trust yourself with a selfish man, to do your business. But a wise counselor, tell him the truth, so he can help.

2. For if you are not honest, you do not escape the danger, and a willing friend will fight for you, but you must tell him the whole truth.

3. Be crafty in business, but do not scorn a true friend. For you never know, he may see the danger coming from the hills, and warn you. But, if you lie about your business, he shall not know when or how to defend you.

4. No man knows your thoughts, no not even a prophet. He gets impressions in his mind, but who knows if that is what is truly being thought? Therefore, be honest at all times.

5. Weep for a dear friend who dies, and set a watch over their house. Good shall come to you.

6. Do not be as the hypocrites, and loathe your neighbor, or devise mischief against him. Who knows? He may be what will save you from falling: if you wound him, you shall fall.

7. The woman went to the church, and was denied helpers. Why is this in the land? So the land mourns. One man can only do so much good. It takes a house full of friends, to keep from falling.

8. It was asked about angels, and the wise man told it all... it was not much. We do not know, and God likes to keep it that way.

9. The craft of the scribe is as the craft of the potter. He shall be fed, if he does his work verily. However, he shall be remembered, but so shall the excellent craft of the Potter, too.

10. The craft of the scribe, is as the craft of the smith. He shall be fed, if he does his work verily. However, he shall be remembered for the strength of his metal.

11. The craft of the scribe, is as the craft of the painter. He shall be fed, if he does his work verily. However, he shall be remembered for the beauty of his work.

12. The craft of the scribe, is as the craft of the minstrel. He shall be fed, if he does his work verily. However, he shall be remembered by the melodies he made.

13. The beautiful works are a blessing in the land, and by it the people keep happy. Without it, they are given to too much toil.

14. When beauty is scorned, so is love. And in but four generations there is much poverty.

15. Barbarians come into a land when it is finally at ruin. However, they may revive the old ways, therefore, be careful to watch.

16. I've seen Barbarian lords do much good, and create great civilizations; likewise, I have seen them make many years of sorrow. However, keep civilization on the righteous path, and there shall not be barbarians at the gate.

17. The Sages appear when there is much folly, and are usually among the most unwise and selfish when young.

18. Listen to the Sage's advice, for they have seen and witnessed it all, so you can be maintained by their wise words.

19. Do not forsake a Sage. And do not forsake a wise man. Wisdom is bound as ornaments upon a man's hand, and it binds to them, and makes sound the world for many years.

20. I first had seen, the folly begins with scoffing scholars.

21. The conscience of man is fragile, and a Sage was a great sinner, who said, "I do not like the ways in which society has tortured me, and made me cruel. I shall find the right way, only give me a teacher and I shall learn."

22. Christian sagacity is mercy under abuse, and forgiveness under accusation, and false imprisonment where there was no crime being committed. The Christian does not resist.

23. Many fall off the path of Christianity for this reason, that it demands we love our abusers. Not merely avoid them, but to bear their reproaches in hopes of turning a true enemy into a friend.

24. I have seen dishonest men made honest, and honest men made dishonest. I have seen the righteous suffer, and the wicked prosper. I have seen the good people in fear, and the wicked proudly exalted. Which is why I believe in judgment to come.

25. There was no sorrow in me when I was a bad man. Then there was sorrow in me when I realized I was a bad man. The latter rains, the LORD restores your joy like the Morning, and the heavy sigh is turned to laughter.

26. A father is a blessing, though he treat you cruely. Bear with patience and make his heart happy. And then your heart will be happy, too.

27. A mother is a blessing, though she treat you cruely. Bear with patience, and make her heart happy. And then your heart will be happy, too.

28. Brother and sister are born for adversity. Do not separate from them, ever. For, you may need them, and they may need you, yet there is great distance between you! Though you wound each other, reconcile. Forgive.

29. A friend is a blessing upon the Earth. Though you separate and say "My friend is my worst enemy," consider, the crafty man will make his enemy into his most stalwart friend. And a crafty man treats an enemy as if a friend, so he has none on the day of destruction.

30. If you make an enemy, quickly stay out of his way. If he marches, move yourself away from his path. He may forget all about you, and reap destruction somewhere else.

31. Respect your ally, and respect your enemy. Respect those who have no opinion about you, one way or another. And you shall be made wise. Your allies shall be all, for you shall have gained no enemies.

32. Judge no one, for as you judge others, so shall they see you. They shall see your shame, and see you as unworthy, and untrustworthy. If you bring a friend to court, then what will you do with an enemy? You shall be desolate at the end, and all shall be bastioned against you.

33. If your friend brings you to court, or even an enemy, give them what they want. What is it to you? You cannot keep it. Perhaps the judge will be a friend, after all.

34. What belongs to a man, is his. Seek no means, legal or otherwise, to obtain it. It is their right, and you are a curse for trying to gather what another has bound.

35. If you wish to make a slave, then steal from a man and then by legal means justify the theft. Yet, what will that man have in the end, you have taken all his substance? You have shed the blood of the poor, by taking his property.

36. The generation of the proud and slothful rob all men and share their property in common. And when they are all impoverished and ruled over by cruel Lords, none can help them.

37. There is a reason for war and that is good economics. For liberty, property and safety wars are fought. Slay men in these times, for the Law makes it right.

38. When a nation's children cannot know peace, the nation is broken by an invader. The children are dashed to pieces against the rocks, and the righteous are dashed to pieces, too.

39. Mourn the loss of innocence. Do not be like the ignorant, who think the virgin should be deflowered, or the sheltered should be scarred.

40. Peace reigns with the righteous, and torment with the wicked.

41. God watches mankind, and ponders their ways. He rarely does a thing, but moves human agents through their kings.

42. The wicked blame a Good God for their suffering, but consider, what is there but suffering without Him? 

1. My son, listen to my proverbs, and you shall be made wise. Listen, and do not refute them. Do not be a great fool, and waste away, like I had been in my youth. For, I was most unwise, the least wise of all the sons of Earth, and among the last generations, who lost all their wisdom, and even mocked it.

2. A fool speaks ill of all, even friends, and speaks ill of their enemies. Every word is wicked off their lips. 

3. They talk idly, and speak idle words, and seek out their own thoughts in all that men are saying.

4. A fool will talk, and interrupt those who are speaking, and feels their knowledge is great. They will speak long, and of  many things, and even if they are correct, they lack the sense to know right from wrong.

5. The fool will rant, and speak all manner, elevating his voice to have his wisdom heard. And if he has wisdom, it is made into a proverb of astonishment, that all wisdom has been refuted.

6. The fools scoff wisdom, and do not seek out the proverbs, but try to trap men into betraying their folly. To the fool, all folly is wisdom, and wisdom folly, and they cause to prosper injustice, and the land rejoices.

7. Yet, they grow poor, and in their poverty, they blame the righteous generations, "You have caused us to be poor, and we are angry at you." The righteous generations eat, and are satisfied, for they die, and the foolish generations eat what their hands have reaped, which was naught.

8. The foolish then speak arrogant words against the LORD, and their benefactors, and what was kindness to them, they treat as folly. Thus, they are selfish, and they praise men who make insults, and betray those who look for their good.

9. Then, they make a wise man poor, and despised, and the intelligent made to look like fools. And they go, and eat all the substance of a land, until there is nothing left, for they scorned in folly, thus they become slaves.

10. And they go about, and riot in the daytime, and at night they rob the fatherless. And they seek their prey, until none can eat from their own labors, for another man says, "What you produce is mine."

11. And then as a beacon upon the hill, the wealthy are few and their wealth is given to dragons, and their hordes are lost. And the beautiful crafts are burned, and the garish and garrulous crafts, ones made by unskilled workmen, are adorned in the riverways and alleys.

12. What is skillful is scorned, and what is wise is mistreated, and the wicked go about unpunished in the land. And they heap up to themselves the treasures stored by other men, more righteous than themselves, and those righteous men perish. And to a better home they go.

13. Where the wicked see that they are not corrected, but are indeed rewarded for their theft and bribery. And they become emboldened. And the righteous go to their home, and are at rest, while the wicked consume the Earth, and cause fire to erupt, and man to be ever leery.

14. And then the Wicked speak, and all folly is magnified.

15. When the righteous are in power, men speak of wisdom, and they keep a correct account of the sages, by faith understanding that there were indeed great men to be emulated.

16. And they revere the hero, and chastise the wicked, and the man of unclean lips is an abomination.

17. Yet of we, we are abomination at our youth, and ever so gracefully, are forgiven our follies, as we are chastised by Wisdom, and told to be silent.

18. For silence is a treasure, and still lips a good fortune, for the mouth constantly moving never learns.

19. Teach yourself silence, and speak through silence, for wisdom can speak without words, and folly increases them.

20. Do not speak, for better is a wise thought engendered through your airs, than a foolish one engendered by your mouth. Keep silence before all, and you shall be made wise.

21. Wisdom ought not be spoken, when it is not wise, likewise every proverb shall be known by the hands and feet, and not by the mouth.

22. Yet, great learning produces wisdom, and a good tongue, full of rebuke of the sages. To chastise the body for righteousness.

23. For when the people are wise and happy, and their bodies chastised for their wicked deeds, they grow shrewd, and the country can rejoice in the riches it had once lost.

24. Do not scorn chastisement, and for a foolish tongue, cut it out if you must. Or poke it with a hot iron.

25. Do not slander the rulers with what is untrue, but if you see injustice, speak it loudly! For by doing so, you will unyoke the captives.

26. If you are unsure of a thing, it is better not to speak it, than to speak it and be proven wrong.

27. For great folly is in the officer who listens to words, and twists the wise man's saying into backward and foolish things. That officer seeks the wise, and makes their folly as the Sage's, therefore makes him seem foolish, when he repeats the sayings, and they are now unwise.

28. For do not lead a wise man into captivity, but rather a fool.

29. For when the wise man is led astray by the foolish, then the man is made foolish, yet you caused him to stumble with your hasty words, and he felt dishonored, and therefore wicked.

30. As the man thought of himself, so he became, and his enemy's accusations were in his mind, turning. And the wise man spoke what was not true, for you had caused his mind to meditate on what was folly. Therefore, it is your sin, and not his. The prudent see what he really meant.

31. Yet, they reviled God and looked in His Numbers, and said, "Look at Him, He is petulant."

32. Yet these would do the same, and worse, had their beneficiary lied about them, and cruelly treated them and gave them no thanks. Likewise, God delivered Israel from Egypt, and they cursed Him right away, and wanted to fornicate, and eat meat. Thus, they cursed He who delivered them, therefore the whole generation expired.

33. Thus, Joshua was old when he entered into Canaan, and Caleb too, and they led their men to victory.

34. Who understands these proverbs? Be silent, and not chatty. Listen, and do not speak.

35. For a wise man is dashed to pieces by the thornbush and scourges, and the wicked are exulted to King. And the King plays his games, and all do follow. And all play, and eat, until there is no more, for none have made labor, and all have scorned the proverbs of the wise.

36. For likewise, even a wise man in private has foolish moments, why is his every word spied upon to see? At the lattice or doorway the spies look in, and say "We see his folly." Lo! Why is this thing done? Why do the spies creep into doorways, and keep a record of wrong? This is the generation of the foolish.

37. The generation of the wise is liberty, and justice, and peace. For not every word is taken into account, and there is grace to the sinner so they can become good.

38. And the happy are made happier, and the sad are cheered up by love and kindness, and mercy overflows with blessing.

39. For who understands a thing? Who knows the secrets of man? Does man not change in every season? Is there not new things, each generation under the sun? Yet, the old things are ever present, and man goes in his cycles, of foolish and wise.

40. Therefore, listen to my proverbs, my son, for they shall be wisdom to you. They shall add excellence to your speech. Listen to all proverbs, and hasten away from violent men. Hasten away from fools, when you perceive them: do not feel guilty for fleeing. For who knows? Perhaps by your rebuke, he may become wise, and your next encounter he will have a humble face.

41. Do not hate a friend, even if he were against you, and forgive him seven times seventy times. For life moves in cycles, a friend today, is an adversary tomorrow, and again, you are once again friends. Such it is with friendship.

42. And at the last, make an enemy a friend through your charity and good deeds. But, if he will remain your enemy, he shall burn through your wisdom... he shall seek to gain it, but it will never be his. Therefore, he will perish.

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A Tale of Seven Kings
The Myth of Subang
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Transubstantiation
The Muse of the Arabica
The American God
The Children's Crusade
Prince Absalom
O Pilidod Grass, Spread 'pon the Breadth of the Mountain Valleys
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The Love of Ellavine
The Ballad of Maddok
A Body of Evidence
What I've Seen of Love
Four Musings on Evolution and the Bible
Autobiographical Pieces
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Heaven's Imaginings
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The Jude Play
The Psalter of the Broom
Tall Tales

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The Little Book of What I Believe
My Politics
Laws of Wisdom---an Essay
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A Collection of Some of My Best Poems (2017 - 2025)
Some Writings From When I Was Still in High School (2004 - 2007)
Il Tema
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1. The Rummage Sale

I walk into the Church's sale,
And I sense a lie surrounds me.
Like I am in the presence of seven demons.
To tell the truth, I feel this way,
That there is a lie in the air...
It feels like fire burns through my chest
And a deep depression of hellish sorrows.
Note, when I walk into a Cathedral, 
I ought to feel peace
And the smell of woods and pine.
As a friend once said there should be church dust
And there should be peaceful wine.
But something dark lurks there
I do not know what.

2. The Battle Cry

Through the river, of Zion's shores,
I see the mountain God adores;
Twelve Thousand Furlongs raised to the sky
With golden streets, so I'll be wise.

I see the Nations gathered for war.
I put my armor on, and God has warned
That to flinch in battle, I'll be slain,
Thus I hold to my faith, without feign:

I thrust my spear of the Bible's Word,
I hold my faithful shield and am cured...
My battle is not with you outside,
It is within me, of powers wild.

So, I wrestle the prince I knew
Who holds to darkness, and never few
Are his lies, which in my ears
Makes subtle curses and tells me to fear.

He says to me, "Holiness is sin,"
And he says, "Righteousness won't win."
Thus the stars fall, and at the battle cry
I oil my shield, and so am wise.

On the bloody day, I shall be hid,
When the trumpets blast, and God will win:
My heart and soul and my righteous deed
Shall cleave to Christ for eternity.

3. A Thought

Watching her set fire to her home,
And sit and read silently as it burned...
And seeing myself driven to madness once...
I realize there are many weird things in this world.
It is best not to think of them too often.
The Levite's Concubine was raped, murdered, and mutilated...
Then her mutilated corpse was mailed all over the country...
Let that be enough to dwell on of the world's evil,
Or as Jesus said, "The tower fell, and Pilate mingled human blood in the sacrifice.
"Were these any more wicked?"
Let not your mind imagine too much wickedness.
For there are many strange things in this world...
Too many to count.

4. The Grackle and Cardinal

The Grackle and the Cardinal fought
Upon the bough, the Cardinal in 
The sweetest plumage, red crest bright,
A florescent paint. The Grackle
Pearlescent black, purple, green.
I consider Democracy;
The Poet and Priest fight for wise
Thoughts and sayings, to sway mankind.
Yet, the people almost always
In their decadence, elect those
Who will agree upon the worst
Thoughts and decrees. Thus, both birds flee
To another place, where safely
They flit upon the boughs again.

5. The Thing I Do Not Want

The feminist at my daughter's bedside
While she is in the ER, telling me
To my face, that I, in my panic,
Scare her. I might say these words to her,
"Your whole race should be back in the tent
"And not allowed to associate with anyone
"If this is how you behave
"When my little one is sick."
Both things are what I don't want.
So love a little better. So I don't have to be bitter anymore
And say things I don't really mean.

6. The Wildfire, July 16th, 2026

A wasp stings my calf;
I put baking-soda paste on.
The sting disappears.
I see a deer in the woods.
We look at one another.

The smoke looks like smog.
It smells like a wood.
It dims the sun to
The color it makes
At sunset. I eat.

I remember the fawn there
In the woods, and I thought this:
“We're a merciful nation.”
But the park ranger had it 
Euthanized. So I cursed that.
I do not now take it back.
America was good, when
We had a kind heart. Mercy
Was our way. Now, it is strife.

But know this, after
The Hornet stung me I did
Not kill. I did not.

7. My Talent

I received my talent from my Master---
It was a good price. He said, "Invest."
So, I took to music, and used the talent
To learn my song, and played for the feeble.
Then, I bought a store of wisdom, and proved
My master were King, and told all to submit.
Then, I took my talent, and used it
To invest my body, which I wrought;
At the end, how many talents did I make?
I studied Music, Wisdom, and my Body sweat
And my body bled, and my eyes watered.
Also, my wisdom was kept in the bank---
Thus, I compounded my interest.

8. Christian

"Fortune is ever dead... so I struggled.
"I lost every battle, for the resources were scarce.
"Thus, I mustered what I could.
"With an arid land, I learned to nourish it.
"I grew the grasses, I spread the decayed flesh
"And the dead vegetables, and the ashes burnt off my weeds.
"When the waters were dry, I dug down and found springs.
"When my house drooped, I found the mighty Ash and built it back again stronger.
"When there was no Ash, I searched ten miles for the mighty tree
"And I found its samaras and planted them, making my own forest to harvest.
"God did not smile on me.
"My every plan failed. But I strove and would not curse Him.
"I had no money. I had every plan fail, and every friend walk away.
"All who helped me, even those who took pity, their assistance failed, too.
"I was alone. When I sat down for play, to play the game,
"My hand was the worst hand.
"But, soon I began to win.
"With my crushed fortune, I took what was losing,
"And strove ahead of most.
"And then, came Providence's smile.
"And with fortune and know how, I began to smash my enemy to pieces.
"My enemy is Sin."

9. A Hard Message

Walking along the park path's green
I saw a shirt, there, in the leaves.
I thought, oh I thought, about God
There in Deuteronomy's Law
Knowing it wouldn't be retrieved.

I saw the preacher, yes, I've seen
Losing his faith's authority---
Waning;---Paul couldn't heal, but loved;
Walking along the park path's green

I adjure him to let it be,
For sometimes I too don't believe,
And things grow hard, and have no laude.
Yet, remember, this world is naught.
To heal, or not, God is there seen
Walking along the park path's green.

10. Mary Jones

Twenty-five miles you trekked
To receive your bible in 
Bare feet, and at the threshold
You almost were denied it.
Yet, you wept true tears, and you
Received the Bible you'd need.
How awesome is this, to see?
Six years you saved, penury
Your position, a Daughter
Of a Weaver. And almost
Had you not there received it.
But your tears inspired the
Great Apostle of of Bala
To start to print them for all;
And Millions would be then sown.
Now, Gideons do the work
And will freely distribute.

11. Birthday Thoughts

Plato I was, walking down the pathway
And there was Aristotle before me.
I said, "Look up at the trees! Aren't they tall?"
He said, "Look down at the flowers, aren't they
"Beautiful, and always in their timing?"
I see the Swallowtail flutter on the
Cone of a red Phlox flower, fluttering
Wings like a hummingbird's, blue and black dust.
I see the Hemlock and Wild Carrot
There, growing, only a naturalist could
Know the Wild Carrot has a flower
Of Velvet in its large flower's center.
Aristotle made me look to the Earth;
I hope I caused his eyes to see Heaven.

12. Jude to Judas

"I see you, rapturous with the life you wanted.
"The life you stole from me, my friend.
"You are happy, and my heart rejoices for you.
"You took my life, my income, my work,
"And you took it all away, and left me with nothing.
"My heart rejoices for you, with such tender love.
"Live well, Judas, live well...
"I am Jude, and I will be happy you achieved
"The life you robbed, destroyed and killed for.
"And when I am in heaven's bosom,
"I shall sit over you, at the bench.
"You did not expect it, for you truly believed it were a lie.
"And I shall go down, count for count,
"The ways you betrayed all of us."

13. My Thumbscrew

My Thumbscrew is to honor God...
Cause me to think it honors Him,
So when I fail, I am disheartened;
For we cannot fully please Him
By our own good deeds.

14. Lost in Devonshire

I was lost in Devonshire, 
And I saw there all I needed to see...
There was a Sage who neither man nor woman,
And there was there a great foe to beat.
I saw a prophet speaking,
They wish to turn my life 'to a curse...
To term me that forsaken,
To cause penury for my purse.
I drove to that great highway,
I had left a defeated man...
But though I could not succeed...
I am who I am...
I am that Christian in the Land...
Wandering over the valleys
So if you ever find me 
My friends will understand.

15. August 1st, 2026

Yesterday, I got stung by the hornet.
Right on the brow of my eye, swelling large.
Not as painful as the emotional 
Swells in my heart, I plucked them off my face
And in my inner thigh, and mowed the rest.
Cabbage could be smelled outside, and as it
Was said, "You have now revealed yourself to
"Another beside me." As the judge acts
As Brandon's Defense Attorney in court.
No Defender, a Fop for the DA
The Judge was remarkable, I say it:
"Who voted for this scum? Was it I? I?"
And I walk funny on my ankle, nigh
Sprained, and I realize I have clean thoughts and
Unclean thoughts, and God has disciplined me.

16. The Occult

Chatoyant light flies
Off the gem, the syzygy 
Of Saturn, Venus 
And the Moon high in the sky.
He called eudaemonia
In mellifluous tenor.

His victim died. 
Thus did he.
It's purple blood a fact...
Dripping down the altar
To Baphomet and Baal---
And his fortune never failed,
But he had lost all his joy.

17. The Well Lived Life

To live righteously, and do little harm.
To make others feel happy, and trust them.
To do work, and sweat, or learn; to know truth.
To eat good food, drink good drink, sleep enough.
To have at least a friend, who knows you well.
To die without fear, not self inflicted.
To avoid strong drink, noxious herbs and debt.
To make love only with one, who won't leave.
This is the well lived life.

18. Timothy Dexter

Wild were your fortunes,
Which you shipped across the seas...
A man for these times,
Let everyone now see.
You sailed so strong, and mighty
And took the risk it's sure.
All tried to stop you
Yet, you made profit on every shore.
A man of the times, you sailed to where there was best
Where there was naught, now there is
And that was the greatest test.
A great man, Lord in America,
Everyone could see...
Where there were no Baronry
You thought there still were, it seems.

19. Turning 37

Oh, at 5 I could think about Robots
And do my ABCs, at 10 I could
Kill an Ant, and do my algebra, please.
At 16 I could fall in love, and at
20 I gained my maturity's fat.
At 25 I became proficient
At 30 I became a Journeyman.
37, though, my mind is quiet
Almost immediately afterward.
Composed, in a way that is different.
It is a different mind already.
More grateful for the fresh tomato sauce;
My blood pressure is getting higher, too.
I have more peace than I used to. Like the
Flowers turn on their precious dates, so my
Mind does the same. Its seasons flower ripe;
And they are at their most beautiful peak
About to turn to an unripe berry.
And then a sweet fruit, ready to eat. Pluck
It when you do, the mind I do not know;
Will it stop soon? Or will it always grow?

20. Bones

Rotting bones, rotting bones
From the jail it's rotting bones.
I smell them, yes, my stalwart mate
You told me once, before 'tis too late.
I smell the rotting bones.
Into the furnace they go.
Save them, save then, stop the curse.
I am afraid, for the worst.

21. August 19th, 2026

Pacifism only goes so far.
Shall I get stung for my labor
Over and over again?
Destroy to the last...
Mercy has had an end.
I have showed mercy on the hornet
And they have showed me none.
Now is the time to kill.

22. Hypocrites

No atheist can steal my faith---
With perfect logic I defend.
Yet, the Hypocrite turns around and says,
"With faith I dare, so your reasons end."
Blood drips from a wall
And it cures the child of her muteness.
The Catholics worship it like it's God
And I see the demon child with her cuteness.
Whacky is, what whacky does,
There is no soundness in the faith.
No atheist can steal it now
But Hypocrites can make it dangerous.

Why do I believe? I ask it now...
I believe because of peace and love.
I see less of it every day,
But I remember it when it descended from above.
There were sober men, and sober Christians
Not the whacky, strange and weird.
Yet, all have drunk from the poisoned well
But I will not drink it due to fear.

23. The Song of a Christian Maid

I listen to the most beautiful pour out her woes to me
About a lost lover, and a Christian I do see.
Yet, what is her heartbreak, is so pure---
It is not the swells of hate.
No, my love, keep your youthful bloom,
For you have no enemies irate.

For Christ is mine, and I am His,
And I listen to the shepherds sing,---
Of Songs of Solomon, and of the maid,
A Bridal loom do spin.
The lace of truth, and the ornaments of grace
I see upon you now,
Oh beautiful among the maidens, thy face is not so proud.

Yet, like a warrior, I fight my battle
And I cast my crown to He.
The war is all around me, and at the end I will sing.
Great are the warfares of precious love and truth.
To keep the love you have for all,
That is what you fight for: prove
To me your worthy brow, by being a righteous maid.
Keep your virgin heart for love
And to the LORD do pray.

For I see your heart is so beautiful,
And your righteous love beats true.
You are often in my prayers my sister
And I speak to you words so smooth.
The glassy eye you have for her
Who sits upon your lap,
Who faithfully looks up at you, that is why I laugh.
Not in mocking, but with joy, for your love is ever true:
Keep that love you have for all, and I shall always love you.

And walking down the clayey path
I see the toads do scamper true,
The swallowtails do flutter by
In their indigo blues.
I think of you, and your true love
And think to myself 'tis from above:
Do not, oh Sister Faith, lose it, few
Have such love in their bones.
That is true Christianity, at least the one I have known.

❦

And the geese did forget their way
As they flew in their gaggles,
Not in their aerodynamic Vs did they go their way;
The winds did storm, and they did break
For love causes them to form their skein:
That shall be a Christian who has no love, they daggle
Off the path, to the left or right they say.
My love, the worker forgets his skill
And the armies are in the pills;
All do wonder, yet love is true, always.
Remember this wisdom in time:
God shall bless your name and make you wise.

24. I Am Not Your Rabbi

The wary student said to the teacher:
"Master I bid, thee well to do,"
The teacher said, "I make thee free of me
"To do what thou ought to do.
"For if you call me master
"Know there be but one Who walked the Earth:
"My job is to teach you how to seek
"And find what is lacking in the dearth.
"Therefore, wisdom is found from the rock
"The air and the sea;
"It is found in the Form of bodily shapes
"And is found when there is no envy.
"For the Air, the Rock the Ocean
"Are the Spirit, Body and Motion;
"Seek what is, and not what you think
"And there shall be no end.
"Yet if you seek your own thoughts my dove
"You shall your silken garment rend.
"For the crucible of our power
"Comes from the Bedrock of the Earth;
"The world moves in mysterious ways
"But we shall know from what is first.
"The great and mighty know a thing
"By witnessing it all the same.
"Therefore, call me not a teacher
"But seek what lies beneath a name."

25. The Righteous Bully?

A good deed is never enough
Self sacrifice is called "Not love."
Though he be trampled, scorned, and made a gazing stock
The people scorn him, and say he's not worth his lot.
Though poor, and can't afford cigarettes
He wouldn't smoke them, nor invest
If he had money to pay the clime
It's misery to him which he has in time.
All use him, and his every selfish woe
His one request is backbit you know.
Thus, all do laugh and scorn...
Yet, he does it with cheer, and yet you never learn.
He may frown at folly, and fear what's rash
He may, and then they call him trash.
The people hawk and mock and scorn...
Is that the righteous bully we all have learned?
The one who gives his back to scorn
Let him have a little darkness
So we may sweetly learn.
For his heart is pressed to do good deeds...
When he is a little grumpy, don't tease his weeds.
For we all love to mock a righteous man
Yet who is there when you need him? Now understand.

26. The Two Sinners

"I have two worlds who work off my debts
"To pay for my bag of dreams.
"In the room they came and went
"And my enemy sat by and screamed."

I have forty trillion dollars debt
Which pay interest every day.
Yet, the LORD my God shall be my rent
And for my Dreams His blood shall pay.

27. Mates

The owl perched atop the Neighbor's house
Calling for its mate across the way...
Wisdom calls to wisdom in the night.
What is wisdom is often what is understood---
Yet to know, is not the same as to do.
For to teach cunning to the wise man
That is not his art... his art is to learn.
To know sometimes gets in the way of how to do it:
For what we do not know, we do instinctively.
Thus, it is better to do a thing with little knowledge
Of the theory, for the theory teaches us why
But not how. 

                           Wisdom calls to wisdom:
"I am wise because I do."
"I am wise because I know."
The two are perfectly mated
For one will know, while the other will do.
The pair on their migratory path, here every September
Their habitation wide and large.

28. What Makes Good Art?

What makes good art?
I know not...

A reflection of the times
A reflection of the soul
A long devotion
An intricate web
A rich meaning
A true aesthetic
A deep learning?

29. The Wise Man and the Oracle

The wise man wandered through a vast desert
And was searching for the Oracle of Ammon;
He heard Alexander had been there, and wished
To hear the vast wisdom of her cherished thoughts.

He finally arrived, and asked the Oracle:

"Tell me about the arts."

The Oracle laughed and said,

"The arts? Be in time, and if the sewer is where
"Do not seek to clean it.
"For down the debacle does the slough flow
"And into the river, where there will be none.
"And when purified, all will be made new."

The wise man furrowed his brow.

"What of my wisdom?"

The Oracle said,

"Wisdom goes in its cycles.
"What makes a man prosperous is honor in one era
"And what makes a man profitable is deceit in another.
"Be in the times. Do not burden yourself with the past
"And think not about the future.
"Rather, know only the present."

The wise man said,

"What of my body?"

The Oracle said,

"Health, wealth and power are the gods of one generation
"Amity, friendship and pleasure another.
"It goes its ways, in cycles,
"Men are fit with pleasure, and the next generation squanders it."

The wise man said,

"What of religion?"

The Oracle said, 

"Religion is whatever the times decree.
"In one era, it focuses on war and wealth
"And another it focuses on peace and health.
"Both are contained in every scripture
"But man must choose his path."

The wise man said,

"What of sex?"

The Oracle said,

"In one era, nothing is known about it.
"Not even the marriage bed is their pleasure.
"The affaires are only social,
"And nudity is never known.
"In another, the very point of pleasure is sought by all
"And marriage is forgotten.
"There can be no affaires, for all are mates
"And nudity is seen in the public square."

The wise man said,

"What of pleasure?

The Oracle said,

"Pleasure is like a wheel:
"There is pleasure in work
"There is work in pleasure
"There is no pleasure in work
"There is no work in pleasure.
"Thus, it goes in its wheel."

The wise man said,

"I have studied the sages,
"What of the Sophists?"

The Oracle said,

"Science is forgotten, and science is then known.
"It leads to suffering when science is unknown
"But it leads to suffering when science is too well known.
"For where science is too well known, it ceases, for all disappears within the gaps.
"Where science is unknown, it never is."

The wise man said,

"What of economics?"

The Oracle said,

"Let a man eat from what he earns, and lay no barrier to him.
"Do not slander his business, for he may be a grandmaster
"In penury, and all mock him because of public debate.
"Let men do their business, and do not hinder them.
"Grow the fruit tree at every hecter.
"Do not scorn the arts or sciences or law or freedom.
"For economics is the vehicle of a people's happiness."

The wise man said,
"I have heard enough."

The Oracle said,

"My friend, listen close to all
"And reproduce their speech exactly.
"Speak as a thing is, and as a thing ought
"And counterplay between them.
"Know a thing a thousand ways
"And understand it in many dimensions.
"For a shape that is real has many sides
"And the whole object is joined to them.
"One side is separated from another side
"But it is part of the one whole.
"The truth contradicts itself  in taciturn ways:
"The Holy Books all have Good and Evil;
"The good man is not wholly good;
"The evil man not wholly evil.
"A good God must do some evil things
"And an evil daemon must do some good things.
"Such it is... know only this:
"Wisdom comes from ears and the mouth
"Applied to forming what the ears have heard."

30. Math Thoughts

Subtraction must be in a certain order---
Or you can just add with negatives.
Likewise, a function can express a line or curve,
And understanding this can derive an exact area
For what is underneath it, or the curve itself.
The limit is the exact ratio, of the division of the function,
Which the function is explained through multiple
Trigonometric variables.
And we can combine these, to calculate the whole curve
And then take those variables, and calculate another curve.
What a wonderful world it would be?

31. Fortune

To understand our world,
One must know the wills of other minds:
Every cent you earn is from a willing buyer.
The very life blood, the very health
Requires trust in your fellow man:
Your entire fortune is in another man's hand
Whether you believe it or not.

Fortune corrodes, and delusions make a man rich:
Or do they? Other wills destroy.
Other wills build.
They give and take away, you understand?
Philosophers do work,
But if another man says it is not so...
They take it all away and say it is no more.
There is no rhyme or reason to fortune.
It is a wheel, elevating one man
And crushing another.
Making a skilled craftsman into an apprentice
And a novice into a grand master.

There is nothing in our world that makes sense:
The empress falls to the will of other men:
She is no more.
Good or bad, it matters nothing.
Wills produce all fortune good or ill.

32. Bad Magic

He says, "You made a lot of bad magic."
Yet, Amos prophesied, and the earthquake 
Was his sign that he was true.
I don't know any magic...
Only that I dreamt it and it happened.

33. Meditation on Ruskin

Philosophy, like a painting,
Our first gulp is the truest.
Then, we get skewed of our childish instincts;
"Was there morality? Was there being? Was there God?"
We don't know, but upon further observation
We regain our childish instincts and say,
"Ah, I was right all along. 
"There was."

34. Joshua

Old Testament

Consider, "The Christian man"
Said the preacher, "must forge a
"New civilization." Yet
Be cautioned, Joshua 
Shows, to do so must begin
With genocide. Therefore, think
Christians: He who slays with the
Sword must be slain, and he who
Takes into captivity
Must be then made a captive.
For the sword slaughters the men,
So they ought be sinful men.
Yet, we give up the world
So we will never have to.

New Testament

Yet, a man of learning must
Have little business: We seek
The LORD, and keep His message
Pure: So when our blood is shed
By the millions, with the grape
Baths of five and twenty crushed,
Our blood sings from the soil
And the despot's overruled.
For our law is kept sound, and
So endures; and the new youth
Learn the ancient wisdom, and
Then the vine will burst into
Its ten thousand. Wisdom seeks
What's old, and thus, peace reigns sure.

35. The Holy Spirit

We know by the Bible, the math;
Jesus is Arithmetic
Paul is Algebra
Jeremiah is Functions
Moses is Trigonometry
And Joshua and David are Calculus.
However, to do the calculations by hand
Are impossible when doing real equations:
For too many variables are involved.
Thus, we need the Spirit and Love
To be like our calculator.

36. The Book of the Dead

I read the Book of the Dead.
I found the parallel law Ezekiel quoted.
I understood at that moment, what the LORD meant.
Egypt's laws are identical to the LORD's.
It is simply the sin of idolatry;
Purely, there is no other name.
Ancient cultures had wisdom,
So beware that, and never take
An idol upon your lips in worship.
As the Scholars do,
They turn the LORD into Ba'al
And make Israel a hybrid worship
Of Egyptian Righteousness and Semitic Pantheons.
No, we worship the LORD in truth.
Lord God Jehovah-Jireh, Most High, Jesus Christ.

37. Wandering People

Israel's mother was a Hittite
And his father was an Amorite.
Hammurabi's was the law of Abraham
Yet he ignored the Lipit-Ishtar and gave up Hagar in place of Sarah,
Thus he also gave up Ishmael in place of Isaac.
Isaac was brought to the Alter, and there the LORD provided the Lamb,
And called the place Jehovah-Jireh.
For Abraham sired Isaac, and Isaac Jacob.
Jacob sired Joseph,
And Joseph went to Egypt.
The LORD, El Yahweh,
Revealed Himself to Abraham
And thus they kept their God
And worshipped only Him.
They had the stories of the Amorites and Hittites
Only handed down authentically
By their Patriarchs.
They resode in Egypt, where they agreed
With the Egyptians by Law, but not the name of God.
Egypt enslaved Israel,
And Moses brought upon Egypt Ten Plagues
And put the blood of the Passover lamb on the door
As a type of Christ, who shall be our passover lamb.
So they fled Amenhotep the III,
Crossing Ra's Garib.
They received the Law at Sinai
And conquered Canaan---the land promised to Abraham,---
When it was in grave sin.
Joshua conquered the land,
And they settled the Twelve Tribes in their places.
They took the laws of Abraham, and his stories
Revealed by God the Ten Commandments
And they lived there, until Babylon and Assyria took them captive.
And then, they returned by Cyrus the Great's decree,
And reestablished their worship.
They were freed by Alexander the Great
And ruled themselves, until Rome took them captive again
And Christ Came to Mediate for our sins,
As the Seed of Eve, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and David.
And He suffered and died and bled
And went into the grave, and raised on the Third Day.
And He ascended into Heaven.
Jerusalem, a grave sinner, shall give birth to Him again,
And He shall go into Heaven, and she into the wilderness,
And He shall return with 144,000 saints to war in Armageddon.
Afterward, Christ shall be seated on the Mercy Seat, and Judge the nations.
And He shall reign for 1000 years.

38. My Life

A gifted child I was not...
No, I struggled.
But, I came to,
So said Ms. S___,
As a blank slate
Knowing only how to read
And knowing only how to write
And knowing only how to do math.
I knew about half of all common things.

39. The Poet's Confession

He sits across from Adam and his wife,
And he says, "Oh, to write is laborious;
"It takes an hour for every line."
An hour for every line.

Secretly, he knows. It takes a few moments
To but write it, yet an entire lifetime
To catch the muse.

That is why the poet secretly labors over every line.
He does not. It is rather spent a lifetime to make it.

40. My Hobby?

I work five hours a day
And find the secrets of God.
I  peer over every tree 
And every flower, to know.
I discover the groundwork
Of math, master the Bible.
Learn; diagram a sentence.
Study history and art.
Learn theology and know
A thousand things. Write proverbs
Write novels, short stories, poems
Essays, novellas, epics.
I read the classics, and can
Fluently comprehend  them.
I studied politics, and
Economics, and theories
Of literature, and then
Literary devices.
I know the moon, the sun---stars
And seasons. Time by flowers.
I write in perfect meter,
Rhyme, but it is only a
Hobby to you looking in.
The world dies, do you know?

41. Two Writers

One is self taught, experienced past his passions:
The other is angry, and spitting his venom.
The autodidact with the wisdom of the sages;
The angry one with very little wisdom.
He wrote for 20 years.
He went to school.
Two writers, two separate roads.
And he ballooned in popularity in a few months
For the prestige his art school gave him.
Yes, the autodidact understood...
Talent is curated by how much money you can spend.

Yet, the autodidact knew something about the world
And outgrew his agitation.
Now, he is sad, mourning a world that loves its artifice 
And not the raw creative power of a fertile mind.

The autodidact a failure;
The agitated poet a success.

42. The Stranger

I sit in the court:
They wave the Rainbow Flag at my face.
They say, "Your comment caused,
"Yes, it caused, this poor Zir
"To die. You have no regret, do you?"
I, undisturbed, say, "My freedom
"Is worth more than their life.
"I did not mean to offend like so.
"I never found where she lived,
"Sent assassins to her home,
"Ruined her livelihood,
"Teased her in such a manner.
"I only said it was a sin
"And the ruination of society."
They cut off my head.

II

I sit in the court.
They parade my previous offenses in front of my face.
They say, "You committed this offence
"And you feel no more guilt.
"Do you not regret your sins?"
I, undisturbed, say, "My joy
"Is worth more than my grief.
"I suffered enough for this,
"And paid my debt.
"I did my penance, now let me be happy.
"I never will claim to be a good man.
"But, I will claim that I have a right to joy and peace.
"I have shed too many tears;
"And my tears have been shed. Let my grief be pacified."
They put me in prison for life.

43. The Skeptic

The squirrel cries, because it is autumn.
The oaks drop their acorns: the walnuts;
The chestnuts. I see upon them, a shape
Which perhaps an unknown prime
Can calculate---I know not. Yet it is.
That shape, like a leaf, can correlate
To a logic that can reach to something higher.
Why? I don't know... it seems God's
Universe is constructed with logic.
To say that is why I believe, it is the starting point.

44. What I Prayed For

How the LORD stripped
Me bare of all my hopes
For money, sex and power.
Stripped me bare,
And denied me all of it.
Thus, I humbly walk,
And understand the deeper faith.
To endure, and request for the weightier things.
For, like St. Felicity, she was fed
To the tigers at Rome,
And her breasts wept
Their milk, for she was scared.
Rome fell silent,
Just for a moment.
And in that the Christian 
Shows us what it is to be real.
In that quiet moment where her breasts wept,
Where I pray silently, stripped of all dignity.
A master who is made a laughingstock
A beautiful woman made into a prey.
We are real in that moment,
Thus all we can actually pray for---
All there really ever was---
Was for Love, Hope and Faith.
That is what I pray now.
As I see success makes a facsimile.
Nor to be a holy fool, eccentric and vain.
No, just a real man, who all can relate to.
And when I pray, I pray for peace.

©2026 B. K. Neifert
All Rights Reserved

I

atticus and lovelace what shall i do
but bleed words

II

great poets die this century
great artists too
there is one world
not two

III

man searches for echoes of himself
in the mirror of words
never searching for an authors soul

IV

they say woman or man use both
but man is man
and woman is woman

V

we do not know much right now
other than what we feel inside
therefore no one really knows whats on the outside
and thats the tragic thing lately

VI

we like to assume that life is merely internal
and forget the vast world outside of us
like a poet once said
there was otherness in the moraine
and it could not be removed

VII

i talked to a woman
and found her untrustworthy
i talked to a man and found him the same
i sit in a room and feel the hatred
alone i sit sheltered by my thoughts

VIII

politics that transcends ourselves
is truly artistic
but speaking our brand is only propaganda
and everything is a brand
that is why ai makes better art now
no one truly cares about the artist
only their reflection into the void of words and images

IX

later i will make one remark
then two
it doesnt get listened to

X

they see me like a child
and so i never fully grow
and then when i am grown
they say how like a child i am
yet we grow with other people
and where you are isolated you cannot

XI

isolation makes callow
for we must live in contact with peers
we must move with them
but when they cant be trusted to move
we must be like a child
and meekly go where our hands are held

XII

there is a reason christ said
blessed are the meek
for fortune bestows its graces carelessly

XIII

they say show do not tell
the lesson is just a cruel
that is what t____ said
she was also very stupid

XIV

morality is true
love is real
faith is valid
for without faith
morality is false
love is hormones
and faith is null

XV

i wonder why people love cruelty
and love to see the pain of others
humor me the three stooges we know were fools on screen
but the people would poke their eyes in real life
why are humans like this

XVI

there is pleasure in anothers suffering
it goes named among the germans
who have the highest sociopath population in the world

XVII

mr magoo is funny on screen
but in real life is a tragedy
thus art is a medium not necessarily reality

XVIII

why do we want art to be true
when it reflects truth
for when it is true it reflects none
but the carelessness of our world

XIX

movements of physics and chemistry
are the sole operation of this world
and a miracle is when god intervenes

XX

i find true love is a miracle
transcending what is merely chemical
that power is what i believe in
for i have seen it many times

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I

There was once a great and powerful Negus, who ruled over the entire world. He spied his kingdom, and came upon a Caucasian man, one day. So, pretending to be among the poor of the kingdom, the Negus invited the Caucasian to eat fruit, so the Caucasian did. And the Negus, feigning to be a friend, but truly hated the Caucasians, for they were inferior he thought, offered him an apple. So, the Caucasian cheerfully took the apple, being a cheerful fella, and knowing a thousand things, ate the apple from the bottom, with the entire core. The Negus curled his lips, and his brow scrunched, and he became furious. But would not show it. So, he left, and soon, decreed in his kingdom that an apple must be eaten from the sides, and no other law could do. For, his cohorts ran rampant, and rummaged the streets, and broke the houses, and set fire to the barns and wagons. They hunted the Caucasians, for theirs was the former empire. And they hunted, and then the Negus found the man whom he saw at first, and took him before his throne, with his royal scepter. And he said, "Take this apple, and if you eat it from the bottom, I shall kill you." The Caucasian shrugged, and said, "You do with power what we did, and worse." So he took the apple, and ate it from the bottom. He was put on the rack, and tortured for three weeks. And he died. But, he laughed while he died, saying "So it will be with you, with the Negus as emperor, for no law save one is his, and that is to eat an apple from the side." And the Caucasian spat.

II

There was also once a great and powerful Negus. He, however, ruled benevolently over his realm. He was good hearted, and loved peace within his borders. Yet, Prussians lay on his frontiers, and their panopolies glittered as they amassed on the borders. The Prussians would be like raping huns, and destroy the peace the Negus had secured, through his grace and tact. Thus, he sent his warriors, and they fought. And the Prussians were defeated. Yet, there was one, who was notorious for doing many crimes in the villages. And causing terror all the places he went. He amassed a fortune of gold, and was riotous, and led all the people in revolt against the kingdom. So, the Negus had him arrested, and said, "My brother, there was peace within our borders, until you made lawlessness. Why would you do such a thing?" The Hun said, "You are beneath me. I will destroy all the peace you share, and convince your people to do the same, and lead them in many revolts." Thus, the Negus sighed. "I have authority to kill, and put into chains. I rule my kingdom well. And you disturbed its peace. If you were one of my own, I would do the same to you. There is no us or them, there is only justice." Thus, the Negus hung the man upon a tree, and the vultures ate out his eyes, and he slipped through the noose, and burst into a bloody mess at the root of the cypress where he was hung.

III

There was an señora of a small town, who came upon a clerk. The clerk had shamed himself and his family name, and thus a shadow was cast upon he and his parents. The señora was mad, for she was whom he affronted. He had stolen her golden septum ring, however was not mad about that, until he wished to pay her back for the stolen ring. And thus, great calamity struck, that her señor, who had many hidalgos in his ranks, and was friends with an infantes family, was enraged that his wife had lost her septum ring to such a man of small rank. Thus, he martialed his hidalgos, and got permission from the infantes, to wage war upon the clerk and his family. Yet, the clerk had ties to a grand burgher who had the ear of the hochadels, and thus, there was a great calamity, for the clerk was the grand burgher's friend. Thus, Spain and Germany were at odds over the golden ring. And their forces martialed upon the borders, and the Teutonic orders and Hidalgos were of great might, and smote one another in the fields. Their blood poured from the joints, and their javelins pierced armor, and their maces shattered shields. Then, the Kaiser got wind of the great war, but had lost much wine for his vats. So, he sought the trouble, and it were merely over a ring of gold in a señora's snout. Thus, the Kaiser put an end to the foolish fighting. And came, made league with the Prince of Spain, to end the war. For it were a foolish thing, to war over a clerk's foolishness. The clerk was brought up on charges, and brought before the Prince, and it was asked of him, "My friend, you acting so foolishly, you nearly started a great war. Why did you do it?" The clerk sighed, "My lord, I had apologized to the señora, and her husband took offense. I merely wanted to give a small restitution for the crime." The Prince was furious, "For a man's restitution for this slut's ring, there was this great war between two kingdoms!" And thus, the Prince was wroth at the señor, for much mischief abounded. Not the señora, though. For she he simply saw the clerk paid his debt to double.

IV

There was a Wizard of the forest, who cast enchantments upon those who entered. And there came upon a golden haired Lady, who was virginal and pure. Thus, he cast his spell to trap her in the forest. This Wizard was also a great Prince. The woman did not love him, however, but she sired a son with brown eyes and raven black hair. As it would turn out, this Prince was heir to the throne, which his mother the Queen kept. There was a Burgher family in another land, which the Prince was fascinated with, which he viewed with his third eye, for their likeness in appearance. And thus, he spun foul magic. The Prince sired his son, and saw the clerk was like that of a great sage, so thus wished to replace the clerk with his son, and thus control the world with his sharp influence. His son was a fool, however, and a great mischief maker, and could not pass off as the clerk. Thus, the sheriffs of the land were greatly appalled, at how this imposter could write so beautifully, but be a total fool. They could not know why or how it was written, for he was no genius. Yet,the King now kept it a secret. But, his Queen stole away with the Little Prince, and went on a journey, for they did not love their King. And thus, the sheriffs were mad, and the Little Prince wanted to steal the life of the clerk, who at this point was a journeyman of three trades, yet lived with his sire comfortably. So, the Little Prince took baneberry, and laced the prized milk from the clerk's best dam, pulled every evening, which he drank two quarts of every evening. And his heart became weak, and he died. Thus, the Little Prince was pleased that his poison had worked, and took the clerk's life. However, the sheriffs of that country---for they were of a different domain---were not impressed by the Little Prince, who looked exactly like the clerk, save his brown eyes and slightly darker hair. They knew the clerk was gifted, but the Little Prince they knew was not, for none in either realm knew of him, though he was the power behind the Prime Minister of the kingdom which the clerk belonged to. And the Prime Minister could not understand, never knowing whom it was who spoke, the Little Prince or the clerk, for he would see one in the street and confused him for the other. And the clerk would be asked for advice, and the Little Prince, but both gave bad advice. Yet, the clerk had no experience, and the Little Prince had malicious designs. Yet, the clerk had died, and thus the Little Prince rose up, and took the Prime Minister's place, and overthrew the reigning monarchs. Thus, he allied with his father, the wizard, and the two waged war upon the greater realms. And the Little Prince showed forth his wisdom, and his craft prospered because he studied the clerk, whose writings were like an Aristotle to his Alexander the Great. And thus, darkness fell upon the whole earth for this crime. 

V

Maximus saw Christ, and followed Him. Then, the ages slowly changed, and a good age came upon all men. Maximus was happy in this age, when Christians ruled the world. And he ate, and drank, and rested. However, slowly, as he grew to about middle age, the times of the past were forgotten. Then, there arose a new emperor of Rome, for Catholicism had become forgotten. The scriptures were hidden, but highly sought after. Maximus ate, and drank, aware of it all. For he enjoyed watching the little ones in middle age, and loved to watch them play with their balls in the fields, and to lick the honeysuckle nectar, and in autumn eat the currants which grow that taste like an apple cranberry. He walked through the forests, smelling the roses bloom, which were like rose and honeysuckle, and sniffing the apple blossoms in spring. He did know it all changed. Thus, he knew all the evidence which had existed, yet one day, upon diligent search, none of it was seen. He was vexed by this, and tore his cotton robe. Finally, the Emperor, named Brutus Diviciacus Julii, took Maximus to the bench. And inquired of him. "Bow down to Apollo, and thou shalt have all thy world and all its wisdom back. Do not, thou shalt die the death of a dog." Maximus remembered his teacher well, and said, "I was among the 70 sent out in pairs, and we healed many sick, and cast out many demons. My Lord has treated me well. Better than some of my kin. I gladly die whatever torture you decree, than receive the world and its wisdom for only a short time left on this Earth. What does it compare to eternity?"

VI

Once upon a time, there was a Teutonic Knight, who ventured out into the wilderness. Along his journey, his horse stopped, in the darkest part of the deep woods. And two voices were heard, a woman and her infant crying, her voice carrying in the wind. And to the other side, ten men were crying for help. What wild beast, or torment were there, the Knight listened closer. The woman were near a giant river, and she seemed to be shivering in her voice, like she were cold, and the infant hoarse. The men, however, were fighting a mother bear, robbed of her cub. The question remained, who would he go to save? The Knight paused, and knew what was done in love, was done well. Thus, he galloped toward the river, and saw the woman hanging on a branch, with her little bundle in her hands, the river foam  billowing over it, and misting the child's sackcloth hood. The woman were poor, it was seen, but the Knight swooped down, and rescued the woman and her child. Thus, he saddled his horse, and galloped away to the place where the men were fighting the bear. And when he arrived, he saw the bear were already shouted off, yet two men lay slain by the battle.

VII

Upon the hillocks, the Negus' countrymen and the Pharaohs' and the Sultans' and the Brahmin, and the Emperors of the East had many of different races in their lands, which wished to move into the lands of the Germans. And thus, a great war erupted over this, for the Germans were belligerent toward those whose skin was not pale, and their hair was not light. Yet, among the Germans were those sympathetic to others of different forms. Thus, great war erupted. However, there were many of those kingdoms who respected the Teutonic ways, and wished to be among the Germans as kin. Yet, there were many more, who wished to bring their fetishes and backward ways. Thus, there were four ways divided. There were those of the Germans who only wished for one race of fair skin to live in Europe. There were those of the Heritages who wished to be one with the Germans. There were those of the Germans who saw those of the Heritages were good for brothers. And there were those who were of the Heritages who saw only the old ways, which did not suit German life. Thus it was, this wheel span, and made the swastika, for none could gain the upper hand, and all were at war. Yet, there came a wise man, who said, "The two middles form together to make greater numbers, thus they can repel the outer forces who will be divided into thirds instead of halves. Or, they work together, and thereby our designs are complete." Thus they did, and formed German Society, which belonged to all who wanted it. Jew, Greek, Heathen, Christian, Atheist, Polytheist, Rich or Poor, Male or Female. It did not matter, for this one nation was sensible in its laws and fair in its justice and strong in its science.

VIII

There was a great Maker, who built one world. He created lands, isthmuses, islands, plateaus, mountains, dunes, archipelagos, estuaries, peninsulas, plains, marshes, stepes, rivers; he created peoples, and put them upon these lands, and myths, and gods, and goddesses over them; and great swells of politics and great and magnanimous deeds. Yet, those who oversaw the Maker's world was not pleased. They said, "It is too rich, and complex. Therefore, we shall lock your worlds in a marble so no one will buy it. And they shall never be seen by anyone but yourself." Yet, the Maker had learned much from his craft, and understood all. He went to Elyon, and said, "LORD, I create this world, let others see it." The LORD did not answer. Thus, he became angry, and said, "I shall go dwell in it. For, there, I shall be at peace." Thus he did. Many years he spent in solitude. Until the world he built consumed him, and he became embittered. But, then realized, "There is far more outside of my own realms, I shall go out and seek it, and gain knowledge from the other makers." Thus, he did. And he spent his years bridging the many worlds, and finding them and all their secrets. Thus, he came to Elyon a second time, and said, "Elyon, I have made this my goal, and I have found you through crafting my own world. I now know, all wisdom proceeds from You and You alone." Thus, Elyon was pleased. And the maker received a great compensation for his marble, which became a great gem, and it was sold for a good price that kept the Maker fed and able to sustain his wife and children. And the Maker lived happily, that his work was so fortunate and blessed. He need only acknowledge God, and he would have what he truly wanted. 

XIX

There once was a Caesar who gained control over America. His lineage was grand, tracing back to Holy Roman Emperors, Caesars, Hapsburgs and Bourbons. And he was great, and mighty, and made war mightly, winning victories, and prospering his people. Yet, there was a man who lived with his dad, who was a Sailor on a Merchant Vessel. And this man's son drank Virgin Mead and Milk, with blackberry, watermelon, peach and mango juice, sweetened with a cup of honey, and heated so it would carbonate. He would put the Mead in wineskins, but wouldn't let it ferment so to make him drunk. And this man's nose dribbled, and he slobbered, and he smelled of sweat after but little activity. And he needed much medicine. The Caesar was not impressed by him, and wished to take his, and all other meek ones medicine, so they would die, or fetch a price at market,---for the Caesar wanted all to work so as to fund his many wars. The man, thus, was a Poet supreme, and perhaps not so foolish, though he were slovenly. And he wrote odes and epics, and told tall tales of his country, in both patriotism but also biting satire. And the Caesar was livid with this little mongrel, that he would do no work. Yet, his family loved him much, for he was kind to all, and brought cheer, being very simple at heart. So they hid him from the Caesar. And the mongrel became a mighty Poet, with odes that sung of the hymns of a nation's destiny. So, the Caesar destroyed the arts, and literature, and the religion, just to scorn the Poet, who sung of the old ways, yet people listened very closely to him, even those who did not agree, seeing the nation fall to such tyranny. One day, the Caesar was parading through a town, and saw the Poet walking in the street, and the Caesar had a chariot with a sharpened blade on the wheel. He thought to himself, "Ought I kill the master Poet? He sings unfavorably of me, but will make my nation sung about for all ages to come. He is not allied with me, but allies with the cause of music. Perhaps I will not kill him?" Thus it was, the Poet was spared, and allowed to do his work freely.

X

There was a King who saw a rival nation, and its sciences, laws and arts were far superior in every way. So, he took to having his agents make sure, that this culture would be destroyed. He pressed hard on the weakest members of society---those who were wrongly treated in the past, but the society had made amends---and used them as soldiers to destroy Truth. And thus, they spoke their curses over all who dared to make a great work, or make a great discovery. And thus, the King were pleased with this. However, a simple Poet challenged him, and this made the King very sore. He wanted no new works of great literature, and wanted to destroy the culture to the foundations, so he could move in, and rule over its ashes. Yet, the Poet worked. Yet, the King's adversary were corrupted, and so he too sought to destroy the Poet. Thus, both Kings worked in tandem to destroy their culture, and the Poet was refused by all who he submitted his work to. They mocked him, they scorned him, they turned him into a laughing stock. So, upon the gallows he stood, for they cried, "He did no work!" They said to him, "This is your crime, being slothful in business." The Poet said, "I have no debts of which to honor, and I was free to do so. Therefore, why are you mad? I owed nothing, and never lent a thing to anyone, expecting more back in return." Thus, they pulled the lever, and he fell, breaking his neck. Yet, centuries later, all the good arts, sciences and laws were gone, and the people lived in what might as well be hell. 

XI

There was once a peasant who wanted to be king. So, she set out to read all the great works of the great men. And read she did, poring over them, to find how to become a moral agent, and therefore, rule the world benevolently. But, not satisfied with this, she went back in time, and mingled her seed with that of the royalty, so she could make her claim more valid. There was another peasant family, who were born poor in their kingdom, and soon their seed started to become seed royal, for she was the illegitimate child of this man. They did not want this, however. So, one of this woman's seed, a Duke from a long chain of seed, came and forced upon the man's son a Dream Demon by wizardry. And thus, he had night terrors, and dreamt much, and awoke and was sluggish all the day. Yet, he fought it with his odes and epodes, fighting the evil beast he saw in his dreams. In the end, she managed to gain control over the entire world, and she dispatched with this man's son, and he slept with his fathers. And the man who sired her had died of old age, thus she took the illegitimacy of her heir, and ruled. But it was not benevolent, and the people mourned. 

XII

Athena were the wisest of the false gods. And he were ally with Jezebel. Jezebel had hated her half brother Elijah with all she had, envying the love he had with her sire. For she had a sire, but she wanted his sire to love her, too, and wished for Elijah to protect her. And Athena knew this, so he conspired with Jezebel, giving her a Time Stone and Snail Jewel. Thus, Jezebel went back in time, and befriended Elijah and his family, and, thus, she sowed discord among them. So, Athena summoned a demon, when he had his grandson, Elijah's doppelganger Nero, in his custody. For Nero, long before, had merged his mind with Elijah's, giving him false dreams, and visions of his wicked crimes. Thus, this demon crushed Elijah's hopes, making him see all of Nero's crimes. And Elijah had no real memory of it, but airy visions. Thus, Nero's Mother, Diana the Whore of Babylon, had confirmed the vision to Elijah, and Elijah wept, being sore treated by the Oppression of Nero. Thus, at the end, Jezebel and Nero and Athena allied together, and ruled the world for one hour, with ten kings whom were hand selected by Elijah,---or so he thought but it was Nero causing him to remember the thing---for their terrible deeds toward him, to rule with the Beast for one hour. Elijah had been saddened by this, and wept, and died of heartbreak.

XIII

There was a man, who was seen as weak. He had servants do his work for him, and was given a crutch for his leg. He was told, "You do not need to walk." Thus, his servants did all his work, and he used his crutch. Then, the peoples became wroth with him, "You are a simple man, and unable to do anything great." Yet, the weak man had a lucid imagination, and could uncover any mystery in the world, if given enough time. Thus, he put to prove, though the people said, "He has servants to do his work for him; scorn him, for he can be no master." Thus, they did, and the generals scoffed him, "He was a weak minded fool, and all silly play." Thus, the little weak boy became a man, and it was told of him he must go out and do hard labor. But, on account of his legs being atrophied, he couldn't, and he soon required much medicine. Which, the King of the land---who was ignoble, but had the will of the people anyway---wished to take from him, and cause him to work. The man took his mind, and said, "Look, here I work. It is all I could do, for I had never gained my legs, for they were atrophed by my crutches. Do you expect me to run a mile, when I can't even walk a yard? But, look at the fruitful bounty of my mind." The King scoffed, "We need no mind, we need your boots." Thus, the man lost his medicine which he needed, and he lived a long time suffering, and died a very cruel man from his bitterness. But, the weak man's servant came to the King and said, "You were unjust with this man. He is no longer weak, but meek. And thus shall he inherit the Earth. Though you turned his heart bitter, he had a right to be bitter... for his hopes all failed because of you, thou unworthy King who consumed all the poor."

XIV

There was a Scholar in ancient times, who kept a treasure chest full of pennies. And every time this Scholar learned a new thing, he put a penny in the chest. But, first, he must commit it to memory. Thus he did. He understood a thing, like Pi was the number related to a circle; or he remembered Christ's sermons and parables; or he remembered the breath goes into the lungs, and supplies the veins with oxygen to then give the organs life, he would put a penny into the chest, and it had 25,000 pennies in it! It was a fortune of copper pieces, enough to run the kingdom for four and a half years. Thus it was, the Scholar was very rich indeed, having saved his memories in the treasure chest. Yet, one day, thieves broke in, and stole his treasure chest---for the King wanted his fief, and told his Pages to steal the Scholar's treasure chest. Yet, the Scholar was perplexed, but since he committed his knowledge to memory, nothing was truly lost.

XV

The Cavemen all sat around the fire, but there was one, who was a little brighter. So, he painted upon the walls, what were lifelike images. The others were enamored, for now they had beauty in their life. And this caveman, also, kept the memory of all the tribe's customs, and all the tribe's history. Thus, when someone wanted to know what their ancestors did, they came to the Caveman, and asked, and he could tell them, keeping order and Law, and maintain judgment. So, one day, the one who was a master hunter, stole his brother's gatherings. And the one who painted, the one who kept the stories, took it into account, and told why this wasn't lawful. Thus, peace was restored.

XVII

In the time of Abraham, there was lawlessness, so they developed writing systems, to keep account of debts, and laws, and public customs. So, by keeping this, it was a specific job, given to the most literate, and the most intelligent. As they kept the record, and passed it down to the next generation. These same people were storytellers, and they were makers of proverbs. And by their wisdom, the society flourished. 

XVIII

There once was a Tyrant who spoke to a Poet. He said, “The market, that is a god. For, all that is necessary, you must study, and therefore fill a role accordingly.” The Poet paused, “I see men lack wisdom, so I choose to be a poet.” The Tyrant then said, “No, that's not valuable.” The Poet sighed and said, “It will be when your reign is over, and the next generation rebuilds the ashes of your empire which you burned down.”

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1. To reach proficiency at any discipline, one must listen to both novices and masters. For a novice might have one trick, and a master might have a thousand. To know them both, you know one thousand and one tricks.
2. If you are an intelligent man, work only with your mind. If you are a man of mean intelligence, work with your hands and your mind. If you are a dull man, work only with your hands.
3. Christians, you are salt and light: Therefore, hearken to Christ's Doctrine, and uplift the man who is burdened with many sorrows, be he Greek or Jew, Atheist or Polytheist, Christian or Heathen. Cheer him, do not curse him. For you are always cursing, and it makes a man who's seen God's face ready to call Him a liar on your account.
4. Christians, there is one command to you, and not two. Be mindful, the man who says “Love God” or the man who says “Love your neighbor” are only half a Christian. The man who says “I am saved by grace” or the man who says “I am filled with a burden for the poor and downtrodden” are only half a Christian.
5. Atheists, you do well to think there is a moral that is universal. Yet, you call it empathy, but shun discipline. This is why you are unwise, for there can be no empathy, where discipline is slack.
6. Hindus, your religion is good, until it teaches you there are men whom you must spite. There is only this life, and the next. There is no reincarnation, therefore, treat your neighbor like he were only going to have this one life, and you will do well.
7. Buddhists, I applaud your ethics, and moral upbringing, but then you surmount that life is only suffering. On that notion, I am Christian, for while I know life involves suffering, there is a great joy here, too.
8. Muslims, you are good folk, and hearty people, but too simplistic.
9. There are many laws, and many religions. Yet only one truth. Yet, men subjugated to only one way, is not good. For, men being diverse is a good thing for it makes life interesting.
10. When debating with a more intelligent man, probe him for knowledge if you must. Do not fear being humiliated by him, unless he carries with him the sword. For by your humiliation, you are rewarded with a new insight.
11. When debating with a man of equal intelligence, debate sharply, and remember to listen close. Make his arguments strong, before you make your arguments. And listen to every word.
12. When debating with a fool, know he will humiliate you. His words are comprehended by everyone, and at last, he is a mockingbird for none understood your dark speech.
13. If you fail in life, do not take it out on others. Who knows if your proverbs shall endure, and be like talents stored at interest in the treasury?
14. It is better to be poor, starving and near death, than feasting, knowing your entire wealth was borne on the backs of those you took it from.
15. Every generation perpetrates great crimes against humanity. And every generation thinks to have learned or restored their debts.
16. If you are at work underneath a mean man, listen to his words, for they are life. Though your superior is a wise man, and his superior a mean man, follow your superior, though mean or wise. Do only the task that is instructed, and what you have learned and go no further. And do what you have been trained to do, and no thing else.
17. If you understand a thing here, and a thing there, bring all of it to your employment. And listen closely... roam free and look for what needs to be done. Do not stand idly, unless the work is finished.
18. If you are a man who employs labor, do not make the entire job like it were given to a machine. Men are free... let them roam, let them make work for themselves. Yet, if they are untrustworthy or slothful, leave them. They are of no good. A man who cannot be trusted to his own designs, to do good work, is not one that is employable.
19. Always move on the job. But, at time of rest, stay still.
20. Marry a wife who is like you in most every way. Yet, she will be different and will cut off your childishness. And you will cut off hers. For you are two children, who come together and become one family of adults raising their own children. For the boy or girl does not become grown, until they marry. 
21. Gladden your wife's heart, and merry her amusements. Make her happy. Do things for her soul, for she may take you on an adventure you never knew. Occupy your time with things other than mating and business. Find time for things which friends do together.
22. If your wife have many friends, and they are not your friends, then you have enemies which you cannot defend yourself against. Yet, a good wife will have few friends and not many.
23. Find three true friends in your life, and if they are mad at you, leave them for a season. And find them again where you left them, and reconcile. They never change, truly, and remain who they always were at their core. Yet, if they change, perhaps you did not know them as well as you thought?
24. Regard your animal as if it were your friend. Be it a fish, or a kine, or a dog or cat. Love them, for they were given to us for companionship.
25. Wake up, wash, drink a few cups of coffee, eat a fine grain, walk outside, and let your eyes see sunlight. You shall be awakened for your work for the day's task.
26. Work within a few miles of home. Do not travel over large distances, unless you wish to lose what you have stored there.
27. There is a man who doesn't stay at home. He ought not find a wife. There is a woman the same. She ought not find a husband. They ought remain virginal, and purify the earth of their flesh.
28. All things on earth are combat. That is how the kings have made it. And that is why many are wounded. What can salve them, beside love?
29. To give to a leech, is to draw out blood. There is no good in a leech, so to reflect a man who will drain his father's stores and do no work for him or any other.
30. There is a man who labors much, but profits little. Such a man is also a blessing on himself and others, and in due season will cause all around him to flourish, and they know not how or why, though they will torment him with many unkind words.
31. There is a man who labors little, but profits much. Such a man is a curse on all around him, but himself. He causes all around him to get poor and needy, and his wealth grows, and his fields are joined, so the poor say, “Where is our homestead?”
32. There is a King who benefits himself, and by doing so, benefits all around him. He does neither good nor evil.
33. There is a King who benefits himself, and by doing so, ruins all around him. He does great harm.
34. There is a King who does good, but must do evil for that is his lawful authority, to do evil on this Earth for the sake of making peace.
35. Better to die poor, than be a king. For the king must murder and lead captive. That is his true business.
36. The King is rich, for in the next life he shall suffer much.
37. The Diplomat is rich, but his job is to make peace---like many men of God, this authority was not wasted, for the King is the Sword, and the Diplomat is the Shield.
38. Democracy is sound---yet who is the King in a Democracy? That is why they are so peaceful.
39. Merchants who act like Kings, are men who ought be hanged.
40. Great men are not born, they are not made, they are rather those who walk close to providence.
41. A grievous sinner must be forgiven, or he will have no reason to repent. Therefore, forgive him, lest his heart be fully committed to evil. Aye! That is why we have Christ, you know? For man is less likely to do this, but with God, all things are possible, even for a bad man to become a good man.
42. I looked under the sun, and saw one thing which was pleasing: To work, and eat from the labors you enjoy. Let thy servant drink the fine wine his feet had pressed, and eat the fine grains in your field, and a portion of the meat from thy cattle, and find time to please himself with his wife and children, and you will be a happy lord, for you will have a happy servant.

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All Rights Reserved

Fruitful Years: 

Of Theodore Marmaduke
The Odes of Ferguson
A Tale of Seven Kings
The Myth of Subang
A Meditation on Keat's Fall of Hyperion 
Transubstantiation
The Muse of the Arabica
The American God
The Children's Crusade
Prince Absalom
O Pilidod Grass, Spread 'pon the Breadth of the Mountain Valleys
Erin O'Conner
The Flying Dutchman and the St. Brier
The Love of Ellavine
The Ballad of Maddok
A Body of Evidence
What I've Seen of Love
Four Musings on Evolution and the Bible
Autobiographical Pieces
Jack Rogers

Storyhouse:

The Odes of St. Clause
Heaven's Imaginings
The City of God
The Jude Play
The Psalter of the Broom
Tall Tales

The Wisdom of B. K. Neifert:

Collected Maxims
Hyper Modernity
Meditations on Logos
The Little Book of What I Believe
My Politics
Laws of Wisdom---an Essay
A Complete Analysis of Paradise Lost
Visual Demonstrations of Basic Math Concepts

My Collected Writing Collections:

Utopia: A World Without Us
The American Civil War 
The Elf in Manhattan 
The Most Bitter Thought
The Jude Responses
The Tragedy of Joan of Arc
The Ascent of Death
The Jet Car
Man and Wo
Artemis XX 
The Third Reich
Ayin and Athrin
Cyrus Versus Caesar Battle Royal
The 90s
My Best Short Stories
Haikus
Songs
Nature's Portraits

Bread of Harvest:

The Master Key: The Orb of Fortuna and Wine of Kairos
The Prose Mythos
Anthem Louise Alcott

Flirtations with A'te:

Why I'm a Christian
Prose Poems
Animal Fables
Nature's Symbols (A Year's Worth of Nature Poetry)
A Collection of Some of My Best Poems (2017 - 2025)
Some Writings From When I Was Still in High School (2004 - 2007)

Young Shadows:

The Odes of Brittos

Fairyland:

Prester John
Hymn of the Dark Crusade

The Chicory's Root:

Confessions
The Psalter of the Fig
Lives of the Apostles
Thalaba the Destroyer
Common Sense
Autobiographies
Some Essays on Math (Riemann Hypothesis, P Versus NP, Euler's Identity, Calculus, etc.)


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1.

i am power
i am strong
but i am frail in heart

2.

i write like a madman
and get all i want done
but none

3. 

a trick a track
i have tracks up my sleeves
not of heroin needles
but needs

4.

do you want to know me
you can't
because i am an enigma to myself

5.

run through the looking glass
i found alice at the bottom of the hole
and then i drank some rum

6.

i literally can write all of this in ten minutes
with just stream of conscious thought
scary ain't it
this is the effort of a grandmaster
or is it the effort of a poser

7.

am i a poser
or am i only realized
when i write platitudes

8.

instagram poetry sucks
i was told
it took me too short to write
give me meter
rhyme
and not just fortune
i stuck to the high ground

9.

it stinks what's been done to the art
but it all dies by offense

10.

i feel the bones of my depression deep
like a knife cutting my skin
and i feel its razor over my blood
dripping down my side
i say i will not commit suicide
for this is only mental anguish
and not blood

11.

the sad thing about instagram poetry
is the most challenging part of writing it
is undoing the punctuation

12.

i am a powerful warrior
but i lost too much time

13.

i spent twenty years to write this poem
only so another could call me a joke

14.

i truly love to write
don't you know
and i am as good as any
but they stalked me like a tiger
and took away my meal

15.

i thought to myself
i am not the greatest
or the best
but then i saw what was being written
and i said i cannot compete

16.

the princess was there
and i wooed her
but she moved to another table
and i was sad

17.

the princess always saves her self
but when will the princess save her boy

18.

we are all lonely in this world
and whos to blame but men who think
procreation is a sin

19.

if i had a dime for every hour spent in misery
i wouldn't be rich
for i know the misery of those beneath me

for an american i am miserable
which isn't much

20.

i cannot write a stale platitude
though i try

and that is why i cannot be famous
i know too much about nuance

21.

full belly full life
do i write like her
and betray myself so it continues
or do i make my own spin

nobody likes it for gratitude is in famine

22.

take the most lucid thought
and dull it

23.

i am blue and wear my glasses
with the tint of green i saw them in oz
green is life blue is sadness
i know not which one to wear

24.

oh please let me write my odes
which let me express the full measure of my thoughts
so i do not get relegated to this

25.

i could literally write fifty of these
in less than an hour
as time to write is only worth every stroke
yet the lioness stole the prey
and mercy stands by waiting for me

Not actually Heron's Formula. This is Mathologer's equation, and it was a good way to demonstrate Base 1 Math.