Best Poems of 2021

1. Providence

O, Providence's mighty hand struck down
The bricks of rebellious sons and 'twas found.
God need no man to prove He exists. Shot
Down were the bricks with lightning, of George Floyd.
Let his name now be made to ever rot
In hell, for the power of God, annoyed
Broke to rubble the emblem of black hate.
Another is to go up, God, please also, this, break.

2. Commitment

Start a journey with one foot upon the soil
Which is soft to tender soles, 
And walk a mile, or two.
The road becomes like gravel, and then the sand
Sears the feet with blazing heat.
How one walks that road, and knows at the end of it
Are riches and honor. A thousand times
One throws themself down upon the road
Crying, "Not another step!"
Yet, a breeze blows past the cheek
And again one stands, and walks.

Thou walkest because thou ought to.
Commit thyself to the path.
To wander backward is foolish;
Or to take another path would lose oneself upon the way.
So, walk until thy heart beats like a drum
And walk until every muscle aches.

I walk, because I have chosen my path
And know one day I shall find my oasis.

3. Abide the Snow

How I love Thee, oh Stately King
The worlds seen from Thy peak.
Beneath Thee, Thy black Princes' tor
Gather by the valleys for war.

It, the breath of Heather Blossoms
Stain the rocks with liquid crimson;
The Princes reign above the lot
Of men, who upon earth, the gods

They have all stopped believing in.
Thus, Mount where the Nard Flower's sin
Had grown, and the harlot's love washed
Thy foot, Thy fragrant soils soft,---

Thy Statehood beams upon the breadth
Of all worlds and cloudy hex.
Thy peak is worshiped for its height;
Princes beneath Thee ready fight;

And the steeples of thy Welkin
Ring, for Thou art the very vault in
View of those who see Thy splendor;
And raiment of the Prisms wore

Thou upon kneck and ivory knape---
The sash of Thy Kinghood---irate
That the very dogs Thou wished good
Sought to steal from we poor our food.

4. A Tale of Two Princes

I heard a preacher once preach
A sermon on two princes:

The story goes as so:
The crown prince had a list
Which, for his joy, was promised to him.
He had no expectation for the things on that list 
Prior to the King and Queen promising him the things
On that list.

The second prince,
Being far more popular among the people
For his sunny disposition,
Had nothing promised to him.
He, too, had no expectations;
And the King loved him more than the crown prince.

Thus, when Michaelmas came
The two princes were bestowed with gifts.
The crown prince, who was promised everything on his list
Was given two things from the list.
Looking for the others---
For they were semi-precious stones
Which he liked---
He became sad that the thing he was promised
Was not given to him.

The second prince---
Whom the whole kingdom loved---
Was given coal.
And the second prince said,
"Ooo! I can make this into diamonds
"If I press hard enough upon the coal."

And the whole kingdom was stunned 
That the prince who received coal
Was celebrating that he could make diamonds
From his coal. Thus, they became wary of the crown prince.

So, the King---having laid out his plan
Very carefully, to defame the crown prince
And bring honor to the second---
Took the coal from the second prince
And gave him diamonds to replace the coal.
Then, he distributed among the kingdom
How honored the second prince was
For receiving coal and doing a dance for joy.

However, the semi-precious stones
Asked for by the crown prince
Were all he asked for---
There was no other request he had
And the whole kingdom had promised him everything on his list
Down to the last sum.
And he had only received a twentieth of what he asked for.
And he wept that the promise made to him was in vain.

Thus, the crown prince absconded his crown
And gave it to the second prince
Whom, having the sunny disposition
Was happy for getting coal for Michaelmas.

Later on in life,
The crown prince grew to be a wise man
And the second prince to be a foolish man.
For, the crown prince never received aught
That he asked for.
The second prince, he received everything.
The crown prince grew strong, he grew wise
He labored on his princely duties---
Knowing that the kingdom belonged to his cousin---
While the second prince spent the riches
Obtained by the crown prince.
For the crown prince had obtained many riches
Yet the second prince ate all the riches up---
If there were even a gem able to be bought
By the crown prince's labor,
The second prince was the one who received it.

The crown prince, having worked hard
For his salary, was perplexed.
"Why did all the riches go to my cousin?"
And, lo, it was because he was the king?
So, the crown prince was saddened by this
That all of his labor was spent to feed the second prince
On his worldly lusts.
The crown prince, though,
Had time to understand what he would do with the profits.
He, happy his crown was stolen,
Will be a benefactor for the people.
This was what he set his heart to do.
For though the crown prince asked,
And did not receive aught he asked for from his kingdom;---
Rather, he was scorned when he asked
And given only a partial sum---
He was thankful that his wretched cousin
Had the crown and not him.
For, remember, he only wanted semi-precious stones;
And his cousin wanted diamonds.

Thus, the crown prince worked upon his princely duties
Peering over all wisdom, to divine a strategy
To save his kingdom from the barbarian onslaught.
The second prince, he was allied with the barbarians.
It came to, that the kingdom fell
But the crown prince escaped with his life.
For, he had accrued wisdom in his poverty---
For he was now poor, for all the sustenance he gained
Was given to his cousin---
And thus, through the roughness of his life
He attained a true knowledge
Which the second prince had not attained.
And, had he received the semi-precious stones
He may not have acceded the office he did obtain
Which was as a counselor to kings
With wisdom, honor and glory.
Though, his kingdom still hated him
He had attained to the truth which could have saved it.

5. My Sympathies with Shakespearean Sonnet

My love, when I first met her, she had a
Face like that of a man's; her hair was foul---
She and I had not a semblance of play;
She was boring, and had no word to rouse
A glimmering thought or interesting
Conversation by which made me smile.
Then, I met him whom friendship would soon bring
The conversation my heart had, mild,
Wished to make. Wisdom he would teach me, right
Yet dark and mysterious. So, her face
I left, though her womanhood I aroused---
I learned that friendship was far more innate
Than breasts, womb, skin and amatory's cowl.
Thus, for true love I will patiently wait.

6. My Wasted Breath

What is my voice among a thousand amateurs?
What is my voice to those whom I've offended?
Among the amateurs and social justice wariors
My voice is drowned out by the Siren's who rent
The hearts of the seamen to lusty show of song's breath;
To the coves they die, and are dashed to pieces
Upon the reefs. Amateur and offended left
No place for my songs to be harked or heeded.

What is my voice among the Siren's? All for souls
They sing, their asp like bodies and naked breasts
Upon the serpent's slough, and they sing of nothing old
But what is new and in their hearts, which sings of the West
The vacuous Gnosis of Mnemosyne, to which truth
Is found only in Cholesterol, isolated
In singular mind and sympathies uncouth.
What is my voice among the sirens? It is Wasted.

7. Good Art

Art which skill had wrought,
Whether natural; romantic:
Affirming volition or fatalism:
Whether Ugly or Beautiful:
So long as it captures the truth
And is wrought with skill,
I call thee art.
Truth is antinomy.
It mends contradictions;
It plays with the war between light and shadow.

8. Imagine

I can...
And it's one of my worst nightmares.

I've imagined there's no heaven
I've imagined there's no hell.
I've imagined there's no possessions
It's far worse than you can tell.

I've imagined there's no countries
And all were under the brotherhood of man.
There'd be no freedom to die for
There'd be nothing but the Brotherhood's hand.

I Imagine all would be silent
And imagine his song enforced.
I Imagine all things were given
By the Brotherhood of Man's gun's force.

I have imagined the lyrics
I have thought about his song.
To me it's an anthem of despair
And it can only go so very wrong.

Men are all so different.
Men are not all wise.
To force all men to conform
And never share their lives

It would be the most boring world
One with only peace:
For men would live in silence
And there'd be no children playing in the streets.

Sometimes what divides us
Is the very best of this world.
What men fight and die for
Is the greatest, valued pearl.

If men were wholly thoughtless
If men were wholly slaves
Then John Lennon's world
Would be there to all men save.

His world cannot contain us
For men are so very diverse...
To force all men as converts
To a world which censored verse...

It would be the hell I fear most
It would be a world untrue.
It would be a world of peaces
All held together by tyranny's glue.

I say it couldn't work out...
It is only a dream...
For blood would be the War Shout
With "Peace" fought for in the streets,

He was only a dreamer...
Not a wise man you see.
For I can imagine a world of peace
With religion and countries...

It would be ruled by our Father
And His glorious Son.
He would not be a Tyrant
And we'd all have our blessed freedoms.

A field to pasture;
A few friends to love.
Food in our stomachs
And men would live by good.

For verse is my most cherished right
To write and to read the words
Which men have fought and died for
And without them, it couldn't be much worse.

I believe in poetry.
I believe in good.
I believe in freedom.
And on that hill I stood.

John Lenon's world's a pipedream
One which knows not how things work.
And I know if you really imagined it
It wouldn't be as good as it once looked.

9. Gifts

A gift given, is often ill received
By those who are pugnacious and rude;
Only if the gift were exchanged for another gift.
If a gift were given with no thing in return
Suspect the gift, for men are generous
But will not often give a gift without expectation.
Yet, if you give gifts without expectation,
Do not hesitate to receive a gift on return.
It is more rude to refuse the gift 
Than to give one without expectation.

10. Yin and Yang

Yin; Yang,
Both possess half of truth.
Both are Atheists.

Yin possesses knowledge of dark substances
Of man and mankind's inner clockwork;
The higher and lower organizations of patterns in existence;
The nihilism of men who've abandoned truth.

Yang possesses knowledge of the higher principles 
Of choice, compassion and universal love.
He knows it is a fact that nihilism is illogical; that morals are certain;
A fact of life,---that more joy is attained through law.

Solomon knew both of these 
Were the ways of finding God.

Yet Yin walked circumspect upon the earth
And was kindhearted to all she met;
Knowing great darkness abounded.

Yang walked foolishly upon the earth
And was vengeful toward all who had stumbled;
Knowing good, he could not see the evil in himself.

11. Warfare

A wight may be a righteous man,
And a beast a fortunate son.
Wicked beings may torment a soul
Of whom true righteousness had won.
For fortune's not the hallmark's brand
Upon the heart's red, burning coal,
Which marks a man for Godly things
Or raises him above the fold.

A righteous man had demon's sting
Which raised him above his soft bed.
The pangs of ill-wrought anguish rose
Him midair, anguished and in dread.
Yet this man is a righteous son
He had done no wrong thing untrue.
For demonic oppression, wot 
I, its source’s not always you.




12. Uzziah

Stately Priest, of the order of Melchizedek;
King, and Priest, honored champion of the meek:
Uzziah, remind me of gluttony, of wealth, of honor
How it is unbefitting for man to take the role of Christ.
Christ, Healer, is not his Surname, but his office
Who could heal thee from thy leprosy.
Yet, you, taking the office to perform the priestly duties
As King, the offices were separated for a reason.
Only the Lion of Judah, the Messiah, the Son of David
Has the right to perform both the rituals of sacrifice
And the rituals of cleansing, and the rituals of divine statehood.
No other may possess this spiritual role of Priest and King.
That is why, Uzziah, when you went to burn incense upon the alter
You were stricken with your disease.
For a feeling overcame you---one which is not yours---
To cleanse thyself from thy wicked deeds.
When this ritual is to be performed by the priest
And thy ritual is to be performed of the King’s.
Even a king’s office is under the smiting hand of the LORD
That there are holy sacraments given to both kings and priests
And their offices, of man, ought never be mixed.




13. The Best Cover Letter Ever Writen?

Benedict Cumberbatch reads 
"The Best Cover Letter Ever Written."

I like words, too.
But only if they mean something.
Austere words, which communicate man's inner demons.
Blistering words, which scathe human iniquity.
Righteous words, which are pious and just.
To me, casuistry is verbiage which “Crackles, Sparks, Pops,”
Is “Gluttonous, Voluptuous, Gelatinous and Toady.”
Finding “Demimondes” when you could simply say, “Flapper”.
Sexy is a good word, because everyone knows it.
But describing the woman’s sumptuous lips;
Why not just call them kissable?

Oh, I love words, when they speak the truth.
When they vacuously “Tinkle and Tick and Creek and Crank”
It sends chills up my spine, and I want to vomit.
I hate those words; they are gaudy excesses.
Give me an excursus describing Stirling Engines
And build a society to the stars; colonize Andromeda’s Galaxy,
Speculate on the Quasars; theorize about gravity and the grave.

Words are my Aegis, and my mien is sullen when “Salacious, scandalous, and suave”
Words are guarded at the gates of the Orthodoxy of Svengalis who deem 
Grammatical Sentences as obsolete. 
Man is man. Woman is woman.

Casuistry, Sophistry, Postmodern messes
Trick the existentialist generation
Who find meaning from nowhere…
And they like the thrill of “Suck, tongue, lick, lavish”.

I have nothing base to say.
I deal in the realms of Philosophy;
The higher forms
The archetypes of civilization;
The meanings and nuances of all life
And the Sphere we live upon called the Earth.

Am I a better writer?
If that is good writing, I am the worst.
Yet, my writing means something
And that is all I ever intended it to be.

14. A True Account of Marcelles

Canto I

At the ides of the Roman Republic
The Consuls made sacrifice to the gods.
They buried two Romans and two white Gauls
Killing them as a human sacrifice 
To bring the Romans fortune in their war.

Thus, out went those two consuls to conquer
And make war on the Gauls, to purchase tor.
There arose over Rome three distinct moons
As the rivers ran with the stink of blood.
The peoples thought this an omen from their
gods, so they sent word to Flaminius 
And that slovenly blackguard Furius
To come back, and not to engage their foes.
Yet, word was not heeded, and they fought Gaul.
They returned, so brought themselves dishonor
For a God they did not know sent evil
Wonders over the land, to make Rome's folk
Repent of their doings. They thus heeded 
The sign. They shamed the two consuls who put
Those four women to death, to pluck their souls
Into She'ol for the sake of reaping 
A sign from aught their idolatrous gods.
Yet, from LORD JHVH came the awesome
Sign, and with it the stench of rotten blood.
The peoples feared, and so put Marcellus
As the Roman Consul, and sent him to
Battle the Gauls in the dark-green forests.

Canto II

There came to the war, where Marcellus found
Himself with few men in numbers. Come hordes
Of Gauls numbering ten-thousand horsemen
Over the ravine! Marcellus was so
Outnumbered, having a decimate halved of 
The force of the Gauls; thus, on the day of
Battle, he rode his prized warhorse, without
Pride, but rather had a fear of the force
In front of him. The thunderous hooves of
The Gallic horsemen pounded through the woods
Shaking the branches off the trees, which scared
Marcellus' horse. The horse turned to face
The East, toward God's temple which was being
Built by a peoples hencefar unknown to
Roman might, who would one day be ruled by
Them and their empire. The horse was stayed
And thus Marcellus prayed to the unknown
God, "God of the Sun, the true God over
"All heaven and earth, if you save me this
"Day, I shall offer you the oblation
"Of Feretrius, and give it to you 
"My greatest spoils of war, Oh Heaven's
"King!" Thus, when he turned his steed he bolstered
And told the men he offered oblation
Thus to consecrate the battle, but to
Hide from them that his steed had winced in war.

It came to, that from the woods emerged the
Gallic forces, who numbered twenty times
The number of Marcellus' soldiers.
The horses readied to collide with his
Yet from the horde emerged the Gallic Prince
Who wore an armor of Gold and Silver
Purified seven times, which was inlaid 
With webs like that of a spider, and etched
Into it were fine gems of sapphire
Ruby, Emerald, Diamond, Topaz, Bronze
Links and Onyx; Amethyst and Coral.
Marcellus saw this as the oblation
And so smote down the warrior with his lance.
What followed was his train of troops rushing
To aid him, and they smote down more warriors
Than any victory in Roman times
Past, present or future. Thermopylae
Was a battle rivalled only to it
Which was fought by Pagans in their many
Wars. Thus, Marcellus had defeated Gaul
In battle, with petitions to the LORD. 

15. Modern Wisdom is a Piano Tuner

Modern wisdom's a Piano Tuner,
Who, knowing that slight variations in
The piano's pitch---making it slightly 
Unsymmetrical---Makes a more pleasant 
Sounding piano scale. They then augment
This knowledge as a general rule of
Life---without first understanding that a 
Basic knowledge of the symmetry gets
One closer to the object, than having
None at all.---This, our wisdom and folly.

16. Sherwood

He speaks his sermon upon the lector
Stool, which raised his foot in the height of air;
He was then taken to Vanity-Fair.
He preached the word of God; with spectators
Furious; with the local prefectures,
Who petitioned the bobby to arrest
Him by their wicked tongues of flatteries---
And so against England's laws they rebelled.
To the prison he was taken, and showed
Himself locked in the dungeons, so confined
He, within that station---steep bruise---was smote.
While wicked Parliament through rebel plight
Pleads for racial violence to make blood flow---
That England by her fraud turns law to show.
 
17. The Trojan War

The Trojan War
Helen of Tyre
Write the story
Of the Trojan War;
Tell of that great
Nebuchadnezzar's
Besiegement of
And the breaking in
Of the inner wall
With that horse of
Mythic Legend.

18. Vomitoriums

Vomitoriums. Men's ileums displayed in beasts' ileums
Which Roman Soldiers lacerate.
All get stipends, and spend them
On Spectacles
Of men being eaten by bears
And those bear's being cut open
To see half digested human flesh.
Bread and Circuses.
Stipends paying everyone's way
So none work;
Foreign wars pay for this bliss:
Catamites in the bathhouses;
Sodomites in the bathhouses.

Child sacrifice;---birthing the child
And then boiling it in breast milk.
Having orgies on the mountains.
Ritualistic cannibalism;
Human sacrifice;
Child Prostitution; Sun Worship;
Legalized Murder,
Rape and theft.
For it is Religion which makes all violence sacred.

This was the past.
Love is not a natural thing
Humans understand.
This is Humanism
Because it is human.
So what changes the hearts of men
Allowing a paradise upon the earth
Succored by love, affection and general good will and charity
Is Jesus.

As a brother once said,
"The first generation sees Christ's morals
"And claims they are natural to man.
"A second generation sees man, 
"And claims Christ is unnatural to him.
"A third generation comes---
"And how nigh it is--- and sees all that Christ spoke
"And calls it abomination."

Christ, Moses, Abraham, Melchizedek,
Their rituals of peace
Travelled the silk roads,
Travelled the Roman Highways,
Those the words of life.
Ought we question them and where they came from,
What does follow is a slow backslide
From a supernatural state of bliss
To the very hells found in Rome and Canaan.
Yet, do know it is hell
For they were but flesh
Marked by the Beast;
Nothing more than a mind and body.
Their spirit departed.
And thus, while living, they were dead.


19. The Sack of Tyre

Tyre was sacked with a
Wooden Horse, filled with soldiers;
Agamemnon was
Nebuchadnezzar, the true
Sack of Troy is that Tyre's fall.

20. The Utopian Ideation

For Utopia, blood flows through the rivers
Like wine, and unlike Cortez's troop
The soldiers drink and lap up the brine.

Utopia will never exist.
And those who desire it
Will spill blood.

That is not to say that blood ought to never be spilled,
Only that the Utopian will often be the first to spill it
And they will kill the peace of multitudes to appease their angst.

21. Heraldry

In a deck of cards there are 
Spades, Hearts, Clubs and Diamonds.
Each displays the heraldry 
Of the suit, and which family
It belongs to. Each suit will
Represent universal
Qualities of human beings'
Activities on the earth.
Hearts symbolize courtship; love---
Spades mean industry; labor---
Diamonds affluence; wealth---;
Clubs represent conquest; war.
The Red represents passions
And Black represents toils.

In Chess, the pieces will be
Black and White to symbolize
Dark's struggle against the Light.
Each representing royal
Armies and their offices
Taking to the battlefield.
Light always is advantaged
In any struggle between
The two, so it will move first.
Black, representing darkness
Will have to be on defense
For ancient in the man's id
Is fear of the Predator
And the Predator stalks at
Night. The herd animal and
All good occupation find
Their activity at day.
Thus, the archetypal struggle
Is the children of the Day
In conflict with the children
Of the night. 

                      These archetypal
Meanings of the ancient games
Are like this for a reason.

22. Making Candy

I see the candy first,---
And seeing it is blue
And pink, and red and green
I am offended by 
The sweets---I say, "I can
"Make candy just as sweet."

So I do, and seeing
The inlays of the strings
Of hardening sugars
And the filling of true
To form flavors, drawing
Out the long sugar strands
In their colorful dough...
I then see the process
For my self, and respect
It---But, I like cooking
My roasts, cauliflower 
Heads and risotto filled
With wine, cheese and creamy
Lathers of tradition. 

23. St. Jude was nailed upon a rod

St. Jude was nailed upon a rod
And a bird had nested there.
The Prince of Tyre and Ephraim
Made a god of him, despaired.

Prufrock had then busied himself
And could earn his loathsome lot
From St. Jude, whose poetry,
Was called Apollo's, a god's.

Prufrock lived long, loved his life
And dreamily thumbed his belt;
He wore suspendered trousers
But did drown himself in hell.

He lived with pleasure; "his" songs
Had won him beautiful wife.
The pleasure of her soft skins
Greatly eased all of his strife.

Yet a third had watched it all
Wondering oft when the throngs
Of merry mischief makers
Would then listen to his songs.

For the Godmakers had made
St. Jude their blasphemous rock.
Yet when they crucified him,
He said, 
"Cursed be all who call me God!"

24. Evidence

When I look into a baby's eye,
When I see coefficients can be used to find the area of any quadrilateral,
When I look into the moon against a blue sky,
When I see Pi is a circle's circumference if the diameter is one,
When I see lines, arranged, follow certain rules when taking shapes,
When I see a sentence can always be understood, regardless of syntax,
When I see moral philosophers discovering the very principles Christ taught,
When I see ancient myths of resurrections,
When I see miracles described by Plutarch,
When I see the ramifications of bad philosophies on the world,
When I see the effects bad behaviors have on societies,
When I see Christ prophesied in the Old Testament,
When I see genuine human kindness, oh how rare it's become!,
When I see the stars and Niagara falls with the feelings they arouse,
When I see genuine romantic love that will persist,
When I remember peace,
When I watch a movie, and the good men kill evil ones,
When I see people who want to love themselves are the most selfish,
When I see falsehoods spring up into popular ideology, and they warp society into melancholia,
When I see nobody is happy, but I remember a time when they were,
When I felt the love of my family, my grandmother, my grandfather, my aunts and uncles,
When I see morals are certain because behaviors have consequences,
When I see selfishness hurts people, and twists all of society into a deep sadness,
When I see lustful people are vexed all the time, and filled with anxiety and bitterness,
When I see prideful people are loved for a short time, but it's only because everyone has too much pride,
When I see science calls evil things good and good things evil---I say to myself, "That can't be right",
When I see rainbows, saw cicadas in 1994, see the diamond of life within an Animal's mien,
When I remember being a baby, and not being an Atheist, but rather I talked directly to God,
When I see beauty is symmetrical and beauty is health,
When I see the colors of wildflowers and the bees pollenating them; 
What caused the bee to fly and need plant nectar?,
What caused the beginning of the world?,
What reason do we grow colder the further we drift from Christ?,
What reason do the men claim there is no God, when their very breath is the evidence?,
What reason do we believe our consciences cannot perceive the real world?,
What reason do we pervert our nature to cause ourselves suffering, but then lie to and say we do not suffer?,
What reason do we say "Morals are universal," when the only moral men agree upon is "Thou Shalt not Kill?,
How long will it be when even that moral is no more?,
How many times must we witness a miracle, before we can stop rationalizing to ourselves that there is no God?,
How many beloved Christians have to die for the faith?,
Why did St. Paul and the other Apostles die for Jesus?,
Why is it said that Christ never existed, when His birth and death records are so stored in the Vatican?,
Why does Christ's death record say "He who claimed to be the Son of God," if not for Roman Conspiracy?,
Why did Rome spread a rumor and say the Apostles overwhelmed Centurions?
Why need this lie if He did not exist? ,
Why need this lie if He did not raise from the dead?,
Why are so many in self deceit and unhappy, when they can loose themselves from the bonds of Sin?,
Why are there righteous men who suffer, if not because Christ had said it?,
Why are there evil men who prosper, if not because Christ had said it?,
Why do we all know right from wrong, until we start claiming that neither can be truly understood?,
Why do we claim there is nothing certain, when there are many certain things?,
Why do we claim reason is subjective, if not only because we ourselves cannot understand?,
If we cannot understand something as simple as the meaning of a sentence, then how can we claim there is no God?,
That is the evidence I see, and there is much more.



17

I found you one evening
While walking through a vision;---
I saw your face,
And knew you were my all.

I then saw you in my dreams
Mourning the loss of your love...
Did he love you?
I don't know, but I saw you

Sitting on your sofa
With your legs over the arms;
You were so cute
And I heard your name.

To me, it was the name of Heaven.
Where are you, my princess?
Are you held captive somewhere
By King Solomon?

Know this, I would give a talent
Of precious silver
Just to see your face again;
The face of Erin Amaris, Jorgia Erin; 

Your name is Zion;
God's gift.

25. The Towers

The Towers are manned
And the forces are grim.
Pike lances glimmer in the sun
As hordes march on Zion.

The walls of the city are filled
With archers, and the armies 
Stand within, quivering.

At last, the siege towers move
By the pull of mighty men,
And at last the battering ram
Starts to move.

The hordes outside the city are
The civilized men of Rome
While inside the city
Behind eighty foot walls,
Are the peoples of Zion.

The civilized Romans marched their hordes
To the walls, in their towers reaching to the sky.
And the Sappers dug beneath
To level the wall with magic powder.

The archers unleashed their volleys
And the Roman centurions made their testudo.
The arrows bounced off the shields
As the towers crept to the wall.
Both of them, with their brazen gates.

The Jewish forces fired flame arrows
Burning down the towers,
Which used up so much precious lumber
In the surrounding forests.
The lands were ravished,
The fields burned,
The grains plundered.

The hungry Jews thought back to Babylon's 
Siege, and had cried out, "Zion will never fail!
"It is prophesied! We are established a kingdom
"Forever!" yet, Roman might burst the walls
And men were crushed between the rubble.

The Romans marched through the streets
And Israel gave up their war.
For like the Prophet Jeremiah,
It was said, "Give unto Babylon,
"Let not your hearts fear
"For they will treat you
"Well, if you do not rebel!"

Thus, the war ended
With Pompey's victory.

26. Vesuvius

Pompey, your armies sieged Jerusalem's
Walls; One hundred forty-four years did pass;
God would avenge Jerusalem for twice
Siege and massacre; Woe! Good Jewish men
Did die, but God did make Rome pay the price.
For at Pompeii Vesuvius would cast
Its porous pumice upon the women
Men and children in that city's cozy
Walls; where within, vestments worn by priests
Were preserved by that great city smitten.
Where a testament of that city's past
Is seen for all, how judgment can come within a night.

27. The Nethanim and the Old Knight

A man with a shield and sword
Upon his home's wall
Reclined, wondering at the battles
He had once fought.

He was an old knight
Who never fought a magical thing.
No, he fought men
And in valiant battles
He would smite down
His enemy, one after another.
He was one of a handful 
Who lived old, so he had food in abundance.
He had his maiden,
He had his children.
Yet, upon that wall
He stared, reminiscing on his battles.

There came to him a Nethanim 
In armor, who had fought Helldames 
Vampires, Orcs, Elves
Wizards, Witches,
And once fought a Giant to a draw.

The knight saw his fellow traveler
And welcomed him into his abode.
The Nethanim surrendered his sword
At the door,
Of Damascene forge,
And sat down to sup.

The Nethanim had seen
All in the man's house;---
The knight's pretty daughters
The knight's Lady of the house,  
The knight's well stocked horses.
He saw the knight's furnished table
And the knight's mid sized house.

He did not see the shield or sword
Upon the wall.

The knight asked, 
"Whose court are you?"
The Nethanim replied,
"I am of the court of St. Jude
"And I come riding this way 
"To slay a dragon."

The knight, never having seen a dragon himself
Was skeptical.
"Tell me, how many dragons did you slay?"
"Never in my life had I slain a dragon.
"They are among the hardest creatures to slay.
"I had gone toe to toe with a giant, once,
"And fought him to a draw."
The knight then said,
"Certainly, you are deluded.
"Who do you really fight for?"
The Nethanim stopped feasting
And considered.
"If thou must know,
"I fight for God almighty.
"There is a contingent of knights
"Of Twelve Orders 
"Who battle the things of the dark.
"A man cannot slay these beasts
"But only God's power.
"So, there are knights whom
"Having the faith to wield feats of strength
"Against such foes, and with no magical aid,
"Fight these beasts."
"Surely, do you have a token?" asked the knight,
Whom the Nethanim took out a finger.
"See, this was from an Orc I fought several months ago.
"Beastly creatures they are."
The knight thought it was a peculiar looking man's finger.
He said, "I wish to have more proof."
So, the Nethanim took the canine tooth of a Vampire.
"This I took from a vampire. I broke his teeth with my fist
"In combat, and then slashed his head off.
"He burst into flames, of course,
"But I kept his incisor as a trophy."
The man looked at it.
"Certainly it was not a vampire
"But it was a mighty beast he won this from.
"I will respect him,
"For he certainly beat some beast
"Be it a wolf, or a small lion,
"Or even a leopard."

The Knight was satisfied that his company was
Indeed a valiant knight.
But, there snuck into his mind
The glory of his previous wars.
"What I wouldn't give to be in combat
"Again," said the old knight.
The Nethanim looked grave.
"You would wish to fight
"Rather than enjoy these pleasures?
"Beautiful daughters
"A succulent feast
"Maid and Man servants
"Sons and a Lady of the household?"
The knight daydreamt.
"Had you remembered the fear
"Of being in combat?" asked the Nethanim.
The knight thought back.
"No." he said,
Suddenly flashing back to his battles.
"It all was fear,
"Wasn't it?" asked the knight.
"Such is the way of the sword;
"It calls you, however.
"There's an old proverb 
"That once a sword tastes blood
"The knight is cursed to wield it
"For his entire life." said the Nethanim.
The knight nodded his head.
"And you, you have fought many things.
"I wish to have just one last battle."

The Nethanim ate his chop of mutton
And shook his head no.
"Valiant knight, 
"What you fail to understand
"Is that during your combat
"You had fret and fear.
"You are reminiscing on the past
"But forget the pains of the past.
"Why not enjoy what you have here?
"Rather than go on another adventure
"Why not enjoy this beautiful life?"
The knight became irate.
"You would insult me in my own home!
"Your indolence!"
The knight stood up, and 
Drew his sword from the wall.
The Nethanim stood up,
Frightened.
"Sire, I do not wish to fight with you."
But it was too late.
The knight swung his sword
In a fit of anger
Not before the Nethanim broke the knight's
Sword with a might clap of his hands.
The old man fell scorned.
The Nethanim sat back down at the table.

"Old knight, you are a fool.
"You wish to relive your struggles
"And cast yourself back into the uncertainty of battle?
"Why not enjoy your sup here?
"You cannot because you are too greedy.
"Like most men.
"If you would simply satisfy yourself
"With the things you have earned
"There is no need to throw yourself
"Back into battle's heat yet again
"For the sake of vainglory."

The knight, in hefty fear
Saw his favorite blade broken
On the table.
"You broke my sword with your hand?"
Said the knight.
"Yes. I did break your sword with my hand.
"Because you drew it upon me
"And would not heed my warning.
"A man who wishes to relieve his past
"Is a fool, especially one who has obtained wealth
"Honor, and the company of wife and sire.
"You be glad I do not slay men
"For if I were an orc, you'd already be dead.
"However, with your bloodlust,
"It might one day soon turn that you become an orc
"Cursed with immoratlity,
"And an insufferable hatred
"And an envy for naught."

28. Canto VII

Oh, the rich in hell who have lived idle 
Lives shall be trodden down by those wrathful 
Men who by pride burden everyone with 
Their covetousness. For riches they rage
And are not satisfied, and these will be
The punishment upon those idle rich
Who have lived luxuriously on Earth
With the fat income gained by usury.
Under the swamp will those Idle men die;
And the wrathful rich trample them by covetousness.

29. Writer's Block

Writer's block, how you come to me once again.---
Staring at this white sheath in front of me,
I succor the demons when I consent to you.
For when my hand forgets his discipline, I am
Like Keats was while watching the Nightingale.

Then I fly like the bird when my thoughts are free, 
For the joy is like the Cicada's Chirping 
In the forest with its gay little life.
It fills me to the brim with ecstasy.
A disciplined writer finds their music
In all of life's events. Being prayed for in the wilderness
For seeing Satan's false signs,
The vertigo swirls through a life satisfied
By small events giving succor for a poem or two.
So, I fight to stay the writer's block away.

For in the forest, I am frightened by all prospects.
By poverty, but riches, by stagnation, but progression.
My heart is heavy within me, ready to burst
For the songs I've sung are lonely and none have ears.
I wonder about the Nightingale,
How something so small brings inspiration for a masterful poem.
I realize writer's block is not allowing oneself to see
The connections, yet it is true that none really want to see them.
So, I sorrowfully sing my songs in silence---
The signs from Satan are too numerous for me to ignore.
The world does not want a master poet.
What it wants is simply to be the Nightingale.
Yet, by being so, there is no nectar left to drink
For it was all spoiled on honey
But none were bees.
For all have drunken up the fun
And left nothing.

Thus, writer's block becomes the natural order of the world;
For if the fun has all dried up
And the flowers all sucked dry
And the bees hadn't made the honey
Which gives them their joy for drinking nectar;
Sweet the nectar is, and it is a good occupation
Where sweet is always in the mouth.
Yet, the labors of our modern age
Make life bitter, for the Songs are not loved
Thus, the cycle of drinking and making
Is over. With that, I close my eyes and sleep.

30. The Changelings

At the local McDonald's, was a masterpiece
Written, and the Coca-Cola was plenteous.
Sweet was the verse, and sweet was the brine, so smooth.
At the counter were those busied by their work;
And I felt camaraderie with them while the words flowed
From my pen into the notebook. See, Death
Was on my mind, that androgynous changeling,
And it was out to procure its galactic conquest.
With a urine, feces, blood and black flag
It banned the cosmos under its reign of tyranny;
Shedding law, love and decency.
I drank my Coca-Cola, plenteous
And freely flowing, on the television I saw it
Tearing down statues and making racist laws.
"Cyrus had died, so Darius must reign," I thought---
That and all the beauty made by the white race.
Why Colonialism is wrong, I can't understand.
Yet I have my sympathies with the Tribal life;
I see just as much beauty in that way of life.
In China, Mencius said, "Let the farmer do his work, for he knows
"The time and seasons to put forth the plough." And I 
Look at China, seeing it turned grey by German
Philosophy. Its tradition was to let the worker do what they know.
Yet, at that McDonald's I saw all shades of skin
Working for a common purpose. There's noble
Truths in all three races' wisdom. 
Yet, Communism is a white man's philosophy.
More White than the capitalism we use now.
Just some food for thought to all of our Woke comrades.

31. The Triumph of Meat

The triumph of meat, that freedom is true,
And far more precious than a thousand laws.
Together, with friendship, the joy of the hunt
Beams on their faces, and when asked
They say, "We believe our ancestors
"When they die, go up with the Son."
Pure freedom, joy, and ecstasy is on their faces
Knowing that the Baboon's meat is everything.
The philosophical depths stop at life's necessities.
What's most important is "Meat".
A simple answer like a Child were giving it.
The little civilization forages through the forests
And the veldts, searching the ranges for food.
All life is a search for the bare necessities.
Their civilization is more ancient than Babylon.
They are happier than any German.
They are far more alive than any Spaniard.
They are far more wise than any Chinaman.
What the tsetse prevents them from obtaining
Is found among the fruits found by foraging.

32. The Blue Moon

We carry the torch of wisdom
Over the ample seas
And through the mountainous valleys
Into the bastioned cities.

We are a society of men
Who carry firsthand knowledge
Of the cross.
Looking into the heavens
We see the evidence for our God.

We dare not say the whole truth
For who should ever believe?
But rather, we men, leave fragments
Of the truth across the many seas.

For good is an agency of God
And evil what's ugly to man;
We see in all things the evidence
Which flow from time's shifting sands.

We are small, we are strong,
We can make the mountains move.
With our prayers we heal the blind
And with our words we prove God true.

We have encountered Him
In many of our prayers.
We are the men who have knowledge
So sons of man Beware.

33. Oh, war, I come to you again

Oh, war, I come to you again.
A muse in my innermost thoughts
Of why men would slaughter one another.
It was mentioned that you are fought
Because of beliefs, and that to deny
Such a thing is to deny humanity.
I look at this, and say, "There is nothing
"Human about war." Thus, I remember
The age old adages of the Stale Oxford Don;
"War is about Economics." How intelligent 
Men wished for it to not be the case
To build a case for Christ on the back
Of Religious ideology. For the ideology
Is beautiful because men do fight for it?
I believe men fight for their religion.
But, only because the religion brings comfort.
It brings order, and it brings familiarity.
It so orders the world around oneself
In a familiar way, that brings just recompense
On the unjust---for most religion is about establishing 
A law, by which men must live.
Then, Religion is about solidifying that law
Into the bulk of populations.
It is, yet again, another form of economics.
Why the most ugly thing about humanity
Must be awed at, as if religion were the force
Behind war. I say to those who say this
Even the well meaning advocate of the faith:
War is purely about economics.
And when men fight for God
What they truly fight for is the comfort
Of agreement between man and man
And the sacred bonds of uniformity.
That uniformity could be as simple as the color
On a piece of cloth. Men fight not for God
But they fight for the band and group
Which so identifies them.
And it is an ugly thing we ought to cut
From our flesh; though sometimes
The war is just, when the economics being fought
For were indeed comforting, and beneficial.

34. America, thy prospers are sublime

America, thy prospers are sublime.
Why wish for the fall of this good country?
Why fight and rebel against its great God?
I can pour Ambrosia into my cup,
Cold, smooth, sweetened with Piña - Colada 
Tartened by fruits of Greek Cherry Yogurt. 
A Klondike Bar makes its dregs chocolate.
America, thy prosperity is 
Like nectar. Why dost thou throw it away 
On untruths? Why dost thou wish to make man 
A god? Every man a judge of beauty?
Why dost thou say ugliness is beauty?
Why dost thou make wealth a judge of what's truth?
We shan't fall to fascism if we will
Rediscover that this Ambrosia came 
From blessings of Jehovah Provider.

35. I have not infatuation 

I have not infatuation;
I have not amatory.
The Minstrel said,
"Be like a Roe or a Stag upon the hill."

I have no desire to cross my tackle
To fend off the advance
Of another stag.
For no woman is my beloved.

How I wish my banner was love,
And she were under me
And my hand was under her head
And beneath her back,
And the cedars were our roof.
How I wish we would find 
The secluded space in the vineyards.

I have not awakened love.
My heart is sore lonely
Waiting to be plucked
And refreshed by apples
And raisin cakes.
For I am secluded
And far away from my beloved.

I adjure you, O Daughter of Zion
To find me, and awaken my love.
For I am sore vexed, and see your form
Yet, it is only a body.
I know not the daughter
Who inhabits the vessel.
Peer through the lattice,
Find me, oh Daughter of Jerusalem.
For my loves need awakened
Lest I sleep the sleep of bitterness
And my heart goes to the grave without having
Tasted of love.

36. The Fable of Shi Wu

The Empress Shi Wu was extraordinarily beautiful.
Her bosom was supple,
Her face like a well sculpted diamond,
Her stomach like a sack of wheat
With four precious stones,
Her legs were thighs of strength
And her feet were like sparrows.
Her hair was that of a frame
Which framed beauty incarnate.

At the beginning of her reign
She saw the people were poor.
So, she began by making the people richer
By adding tin to their silver coin.
This, by reason,
Made the coin much more plenteous.

The people became poor.

Then, she began to build the merchant guilds.
These guilds she would cause to make merchandise for the poor.
The merchants built and made much merchandise,
So Shi Wu put more coin into the economy to buy merchandise.
But, the merchants ended up with all the coin,
And would melt them to make pure silver, 
Buying the poor’s merchandise with the dross.

Shi Wu then began to become rich by the merchants
Who supplied her treasury with great merchandise, 
Even from greater Persia all the way from the Other China.
Shi Wu became exceedingly rich.

The people became poor.

The people had traditions,
The people had great science.
Their science said the world was round
That God created the world through nature
And that men were made up of smaller parts.
Shi Wu then saw this.
She said, “Tell the people there is no God
“And that their traditions are worthless.
“That their God says the earth is flat
“And that God did not use nature to make the earth.
“This way, they must buy more.
“Make enriching me their religion.”
So, she did.

The people had tin
And not silver,
And a shekel of tin was worth a grain of wheat.

The people became poor.

But Shi Wu, they heard,
Said that their traditions were stupid.
So, the people began to believe that the earth was flat
Rather than believe Shi Wu.
Obviously, if the earth were flat,
It would explain the lie of Shi Wu.
The people also believed that people
Were not made of smaller parts…
Rather, the people were just one whole
Flesh of writhing sinew.

Their traditions, they thought, 
Were correct, so when Shi Wu said
The traditions of the ancestors were that men were sinew
And that the world were flat,
The people began to believe their traditions
Instead of Shi Wu.
This angered Shi Wu,
So she began to tax the people.
For, their traditions held that the earth was flat
And now the people believed the Earth was flat
Because of their traditions
Which Shi Wu said were not good.

Thus, Shi Wu in one last act of defiance
Disrobed, and called in every male within the borders of her country
To come and view her.
Lusty she was,
She did obscene things before their very eyes
Just to humiliate the traditions of their ancestors.
She said, “See! Is not my beauty sufficient?
“You all can have Shi Wu who wants her!”
But, there began a rumor saying,
“The Emperor wears no clothes.”
This angered Shi Wu,
So she said, “Anyone who says, ‘The Emperor wears no clothes,’
“This man, woman or child shall be put to death.”
But, the people, all having seen her shame
Did not believe her, though many were put to death.
For the traditions of the ancestors were stronger
Than the tradition of Shi Wu.

37. All Saints Day

Came on All Hallow's Eve
Nine minutes of hell.
The children had pomegranate
Sweet Breads, apples 
And nuts dropped into their bags
While the masses were in mass.
And thirteen thousand houses
Would be destroyed.
Church, palace, convent
Nothing was left
After the fires, the waters
And the Earth.
The waves swallowed the treasures of kings
Diamond, carbuncle, corundum, beryl, onyx 
Tsunamis tore into the sleepy city with golddust waves;
Killing 50,000 souls.
Half the country's gross Domestic Product
Was eaten by the trembling of
A Nine Richter Scale quake.

Many lost their faith.
Why?

Was it because All Saints Day
Would later become Halloween?
Was it because God hated the veneration of the saints?
Was it a natural phenomena, uncontrolled by God's hand?

The answer is no.
Jesus answered the riddle seventeen hundred and fifty five years
Prior.

In the end days, there would be rumors of war
And wars, and great earthquakes and famines
And plagues in diverse places.
There was another earthquake
That same year which hit Morocco.

The thing is, we ought to be ready to abandon our wealth
Our lives, our livelihoods for Christ.
For the days of His coming are nigh;
Like Poseidon, he comes with the quaking of the earth
And the rising of the seas
To wash away.
Yet, it is not diverse gods
But only one.
To remind man that He is the one Who brings fortune.
He is the one who brings destruction.
On good and evil, such things will overcome them.
Because it is a sign of the time
And if we get complacent, and comfortable,
Sometimes we need to be shaken out of our slumber
To remember the awesome power of providence.  

38. I have heard it said

I have heard it said
That there were two rival Princedoms.
The one dwelt by the waters
Was a lush kingdom,
Where the peoples,
With skill, had tilled the soil
And learned how to grow good crops.
Yet, the other land,
Being much more fertile,
Was ruled by a Warlord.

The King who ruled over the first kingdom
Was benevolent, and gave His subjects
Freedom to think, believe and behave
In any manner they so chose.
He did not oppress them
And He gave them their hearts' desire.
Knowing that their work
Produced the crops
And their crops produced the harvest
They must have toiled for the harvest
To be fed, and the King saw this was good.
For the land was dryer than the other land.

Yet, the Warlord presode over the lusher land
Where there were rumors of crops
Growing far more frequently.
It was rumored to have three growing cycles
And the fruits were supposedly decadent.
So, it came to be that many of the subjects
Of the First King's kingdom wandered over
Into the Warlord's lands.
And having wandered over to the land,
They were immediately subdued by his laws.
Yet, being fed, they lingered there
For the toil was not so great.

Yet, the Warlord had designs
To kill all of his subjects,
And thereby he was a foolish Prince
And caused great dearth in his land.
He oppressed his peoples
And killed many of them for no reason
Save his delusions that humanity was a curse.

It soon came to be, that the King
Saw His subjects were fleeing His kingdom
And He sought the reason why.
It was because the lands to the North
Were more fertile than the lands He had governed.
So, He mourned, knowing that the freedoms He had given
Were far more precious than the sustenance of sin.
It soon came by envoi that the King had learned
The designs of the Warlord. That the Warlord
Sought to slaughter all of the people
From the child to the elderly woman and even man.
It grieved the King greatly
So He had made a pact with the Warlord.
"Spare all the peoples, even those who came from your lands
"And those who come from your lands into my lands
"They shall be safe. Yet, those who stay in your land
"They shall suffer whatever you wish.
"Only spare the ones who leave and come into my domain.
"If Thou dost this, I shall be greatly pleased
"And even willing to hand over my own life for theirs."

So, the Warlord greedily took up the offer.
He paraded the King naked through the streets
And caused all of the subjects to loathe Him.
The Warlord then beat Him, whipped Him,
Caused all that were many to even spit on their Savior.
For, they did not know. 
It soon came to be, that the Warlord pierced His hands and feet
And nailed the King on a tree, at the border of the two kingdoms.
So, there, all could see the King were dead.
Yet, messengers came swiftly into the Warlord's domain
Telling all to hasten and run away
Into the King's domain where they would be safe.
For, the Warlord had thought to kill all the men who stayed.
Yet, very few listened. And many decided not to flee.
Yet, numerous were those who fled the Warlord,
And they found paradise in the Kingdom.

Yet, the Warlord was wroth that his subjects were fleeing,
So, before killing them, he roused their hearts against the neighboring lands
And raised an army greater than the sands of the seas.
He had amounted them, and convinced them that 
The land before them would be theirs
If they so chose to enter into it through his force.
Yet, it was deceitful, but the Warlord saw
That there was yet no King able to defend it.
Yet, while the army was upon its march
The King who was slain stood upon the hill
Between the two kingdoms.
The Warlord had said, 
"You are not dead? Yet I watched you die?
"Our contract is now nullified, since you now live."
And it soon came that one hundred forty-four thousand
Stood upon the crest of the hill with the King,
Faced against numbers greater than the sands.
The battle was fierce,
Yet not one of the one hundred forty-four thousand knights fell in battle.
The Host of the Warlord's, however,
Was slaughtered to the sum,
So that only the Warlord remained.
This man, the King threw into a dungeon
And burned his kingdom with fire.
The King's kingdom, however, through the knowledge of the land and its lay
Created a far more fertile land than even the Warlord's.
So, the peoples who escaped the Warlord's "utopia"
Were then given back their freedoms,
And prospered for eternity.


Note: This is an Adaptation of a story I heard in Church. The Preacher had recited it, and I gave a shorter version of the story, filling in the gaps of what he preached. His version, the King's Father, the Emperor, came and fought the Warlord, and I felt that since the King is Christ, there would have to be mention of the resurrection. There'd be no victory over sin without the resurrection. Not that his version was lacking. It was just mine needed to be written as an addendum, to glorify Christ.

39. Tyranalog, sit upon thy bench

Tyranolog, sit upon thy bench
Of acacia wood.
The Library of Alexandra lay 
To the foreground.

"By the law of the land
"All your knowledge
"Retain'th in these volumes.
"Thou must, on threat of imprisonment,
"Tell every book thou hast ever read
"Every paper, every thought thou heardst,
"And thou must tell which of these books
"It come'th from."

The little Ethiopian Boy
Glanced up at the large palace.
"I cannot tell what books
"I read to obtain my knowledge
"Tyranolog. For, I've read so many
"And have seen so much.
"It is all a part of my very soul.
"Cannot I make something beautiful
"Without having to tell what book I may have learned it from?
"Or must I, lonely, keep a log of every sentence I read
"And thereby put it into a file as large as this library
"And so find the exact phrase which inspired me?
"For, I have written in my short life
"A summation of what I know.
"Must I now recant every word I have ever read or heard
"Before my life's work be published?"

The Tyranolog threw down her gavel.
"Blasphemy! You hear the offense against wisdom!
"Throw this boy into the dungeon
"And burn every word he had ever written."

Such it was under the Tyranolog.

40. The Nordic Magic

No, their spells do not interest me.
Speaking softly to a leech will
Not make them less likely to bite.
But, to know their minds, what concepts
They felt important... Love, boating,
Sharpened swords and spells to ward off
Etins, Alfs and Dwarves; to control
The misfortunes of burning homes;
To have will over turbulent
Waves, winds, swirling grey clouds and rain;
It speaks lots to what the culture
Thought of on a daily basis.
Yet, it is equally true that
Christianity made them more 
Prosperous by settling them;
For the strong Jewish customs of 
Shepherding and Farming replaced
The material lack they stole.

41. Through HIs Eyes I Saw

Through his eyes I saw
Myself; Oh one who destroys,
My eyes were like thine.
I saw my very worst night.
And my greatest victory.

His lips and my foul
Fingers called me Antichrist.
Yet I shall soon win!

42. The Blue Bird

We artists are the Blue Bird;
Red chest; we wear the sky as a raiment.
Sell Outs, Marketers, Editors...
They are the Blue Jay
Which dig in their beaks
Wetting our feathers with blood.
They come, knowing only how to consume.
We Blue Birds come, only knowing how
To sing and be beautiful.
Unfettered nature favors the Blue Jay;
Yet from where I come from
The Blue Jay is a pest
While the Blue Bird is a lovely gift of God's creation.
Build us our little homes
Which the Jays and Crows cannot fit.
For, soon enough we will no longer
Be an endangered species.

43. Queen of Poets

O' the Queen of Poets
The wretched Kings decry...
Sword of Damocles unsheathe;

The Queen of poets sings her Coda
While she is yet a nursing babe.
Her speech has yet to form…

Yet, truth was on the lips of babes
Like none ever seen so far.
Kings, fear thou this,
The poet’s heart who fears thee.
For if the Queen of Hearts cannot sing her odes
Then freedom dies.
Sing. Sing Queen of Poets, 
And like the Blackbirds of Ireland
Have your songs be heard!

44. On Yin

I watch thou speak...
Always on destiny
Always on causation.
Turning wheels are man’s mind;
Gears, leavers.
What is bad is bad.
What is good is good.
Bad men are bad men.
Good men are good men.
There is no choosing for either.

The lesser things go to war;
The religious things are merely a product
Of things upon things upon things upon things.
Years, upon years, upon years, upon years.
Line upon line upon line upon line.
Here a little, there a little.

I listen to you speak
Relegating man, analyzing him as if man were a beast.

Yet, your brother Yang
Sees the soul within a man
And attributes it to science.
It is a soul nonetheless that he sees---
He sees the good, the volition, the capability for order.
The rational mind.
He plainly sees what is good in man.

You see it, and say it is religion’s job to order it.
He sees it, and says religion hinders it.
I see it, and say it is a little of both.

Yet, Yang is wiser then thou for seeing it.
Thou seest it, and claim it is irrational.
It is not. It is wholly rational.
More pleasure comes from it than not.

I silently look at both things
And say, “God created it.”
Neither can prove, nor disprove,
God. Neither rational morality
Nor irrational morality.
For morals are rational---
It is just also true that most men cannot understand why.

Sages spend lifetimes striving for one solitary truth.
And when two sages find it,
Then they war among one another.
It is not that either’s truth is any less true;
Only that both men cannot conceive of the other man’s truth.
Both truths are true.
And both men, knowing their truth,
War with the other.

I, I look to Christ.
He was a genius superb above all other men.
Godly intelligence;
I read Moses, seeing the most controversial laws
Are a wellspring of life.
I do not conform my thoughts to my own mind's redundancies 
But rather base my truth on what proven systems there were.
And I say, “How is this?” And they surely come to reasons which I could never find on my own.
Even the darker subject of war.
Hammurabi was only a genius because God provided for him law;
Yet, not all laws were found.
Moses was a genius because God provided for him law;
Yet, grace was not found.
Christ was a genius, never having studied, He was God,
He found all which man could under the sun
And spoke it in parables.
Even eternity is wisdom;---
For without it, what cautions a man to gain everything
And to do great harm?
What man, without the capacity for forgiveness
Has reason to do what is good?
None rational.
That man must die. And if he does not die
He can only build an empire of blood.

I look to your speech, Yin,
And I say, “There is half of wisdom,
“Yet your brother has a half,
“And I have the whole.
“Yet, I only have the whole
“Because I have a teacher.
“You two do not;
“You see half of all wisdom
“And forget the other’s half;
“Thus, you eternally strive with one another
“And do not see the truth.”

45. “Oh, thou violinist, my easterntwin

“Oh, thou violinist, my easterntwin
“I wish to kill you, for you are conjoined 
“To me without my consent.
“How you play there, Bach, Beethoven, Paganini
“Mozart, Williams;---
“Oh, I loved your music.
“How I loved the songs, which in rapturous throws
“Did I listen to you fiddle.
“Yet, now that you are with me for nine months
“I wish only to sever you.
“I wish only to sever you from my body
“And thereby crush your skull
“And sell your organs.
“I hate you, oh violinist
“Chapped to my body; I who sustains you
“Wishes only to cast you into your grave.”

46. She Weighed Fifteen Stone

The contraption sat,
A mechanical
Machine, which told truth.

The very fact truth
Could be told by it
Proved God does exist.

For truth is true, she
Weighed at fifteen stone.
Numbers of matter,

Two hundred and ten
Pounds are fifteen stone.
Yet, there is that which

Is weighed; Atheists
Get caught up in the
Number theory. So,

It is,---Humanist
Philosophers find
Moral principles

Are measurable,
Yet they fail to find
The complete picture. 

That, Jack, is why we
Need Christ. To sort it
Out, and show us how to live.

God, being good, set
An example, taught
Lived and died for us.

The reason we know
He is God, is truth
Was found by Him. Which,

Men, the great sages,
Had found radical
Bits of, but Christ found

Them all. That is why
We call Him Teacher.
What is measured of

Faith, was completely
Found by His allwise
Flourishing brow.

47. The Road Taken

Two roads diverged in a verdant wood
And I being one traveler took the level one.
Yet, upon the willow’s grove, where the oak and elm
Had stood, I turned my way back
And instead took the path with the sharp hill.
Before the open girth of the path,
A yellow caution sign had been placed.
And I, knowing the easier path would lead to bad health
Took the more difficult path.
I sturdily marched up the grade
And felt my body strengthening.
And then it dawned on me when I crested that glorious hill
That sometimes it is safer to take the more difficult road.