Blog Exclusive: True Faith

War is just the natural result of sin, because when there is excess sin, peace cannot be enjoyed.

Observing that laws have changed in the past, is not evidence against an objective moral truth.

I would burn every word I wrote, if I thought it would become a new religion.

An atheist is like a dog. It barks, "Evidence" without the ability to understand it.

Usually, people are what they hate.

The sages all presented different methods, but arrived at similar truths.

Hume begins brilliantly, muddles into the absurd, and then ends with absolute peril. 

The social milieu is not what makes a thing right or wrong.

I like more concrete philosophies; I don't like asking questions a six year can answer.

The best do not get jealous.

A wise man can't be lazy; all of the frivolity would soon become a bore.

One can do too much work.

When science does come around to an answer for "What is Good", it will necessarily find that Jesus already beat it to the chase. That's if science ever does come to an answer.

It's what Christ lived and taught. That's why, even if all the evidence were against me, I'd still believe. Thankfully, almost all the evidence is for me, in this particular instance.

Every historical personage must be made like Christ to the Child, with only minor flaws---yet, an education will necessarily cause them disillusionment, which must be then self reflected on.

Figures like Washington, Columbus, Einstein or Franklin must be first caricaturized as perfection---so when the child recognizes them as strangers, they will still retain the ideal of what a man ought to be.

These ideal men we learned about in grade school don't exist, unless we become them.

You're never too old to read a book.

Ezra Pound is an enigma to me. A writer so focused on meaning, yet he expressed none.

I've seen the depths of even the most authentic church; its depravity would astound you; so it took for its leaders Mammon and Asmodeus, and cast me out of its congregation, saying, "He does no work."

Had I spent even a hair's breath of time on something other than this, I might never have found my religion were true; yet, the benefit of being this writer, is that you get to discover it with me.

People always hated politicians.

It's the Ass who should be punished, not the Quaker Parrot.

Seeing how Ben Johnson wrote an entire elegy to his son, I see no reason why Shakespeare didn't do the same with his sonnets.

I've investigated it thoroughly, Anne Hathaway must have been black, and once, also, a slave.

An immense treasure was once found by taking millions of opinions and using this data to calculate its location. The similarities of Ancient Near East myths and the Bible---as well as the philosophies of ancient Greece and China---seem to demonstrate this fact.

Paul said in his famous sermon, "God winked through the poets." How often scholars confuse those winks with the Human imagination.

I have no doubt that Samus, El and Ra all echoed God's Word---I find Jupiter echoes God's Word; but now God revealed Himself as Christ Jesus, so we all must believe in Him.

The scariest thing about God, is that humans went hundreds of thousands of years without ever knowing His name.

God placed Adam on the Earth, and that small lineage of men were punished with the Knowledge of God's existence. Echoes of their beliefs germinated, and took root in the surrounding cultures, but not until Moses was it given to an entire people to inherit the full truth.

I shout loudest because I see my own sin: I don't want others to know the same mistakes.

The Bible is violent, so we won't be.

God's judgment is either equal to the saved, or froward to the damned.

Huckleberry Finn is a child's journey into the real world, and back to childhood.

The Bible was not handed down orally. It was, indeed, transmitted through written text.

If there are, indeed, two sources for Genesis---which I believe---then they were both handed down through written accounts, and were faithfully preserved. The "Contradictions" and "Repetitions" are evidence of this preservation.

The Bible has its origins in the first laws of humankind, and the first Monotheistic traditions. It's a wonder that God finally codified His faith through Moses, and then Jesus gave it to all.

The Bible was, also, written, not transcribed from oral tradition. 

Why give two accounts of the same events? Why have both Kings and Chronicles? If not because every event were independently written down through the testimony of multiple witnesses?

The best way to know the Bible was first written, and not an oral tradition, is the concurrent18th Dynasty Egyptian phraseology used in the book of Exodus as a polemic.

What clever means to the rest of the world, I hope I am never accused of. Having been called it, I will realize I was just a fool with some charming sayings. I also am not so foolish, to realize some clever one will mock this saying by calling me clever.

1. American Stone Henge

Someone took a pipe bomb
And blew up those damn stones.
Good riddance.
I would have done it myself;
In fact, I had plans to do it.
Those same people censor me
Why not blow their garbage philosophy to hell?

I saw some jeeps driving down the road;
About four of them in a row.
Do you know what I saw?
I saw peace.
I saw the modern Horse and Buggy
And since civilization is so spread out
We need something gas powered to get us around.
There was a sort of peace,
As I rolled up the hill, and down it,
Watching the Amazon Employee
Drive to work in an old Corolla.
I then realized they decided
To decommission about a zillion vehicles
In the "Cash for Clunkers"
Program. Meaning... people won't have
Old Corollas to drive to Amazon.
They'll have new, fancy cars,
If a car at all.
And work, of course, will be for the privileged.
Not for everyone...
Instead of work, you'll be at home,
Making your stipend,
And living off the roach feces
And ant colonies in the spring.

I realized, they censor me.
Why not blow their little plan to hell?
I'd like to see them strung up by their big toes
And whacked like pinatas.
I hope Elon Musk makes a rocket ship
And they all just, blast away,
If they find our little blue sphere a bother.
And on they go, like that Steve Miller Song,
And the world will be rid of a couple of griping
Old billionaire fools, who did nothing good anyway.
Since they like Ayn Rand so much,
John Galt can go to Mars for all I care.
The rest of us will fare without them.
Without their dumb laws and hindrance to our freedom.
It wouldn't solve all the issues...
There'd just be another set of bratty billionaires after them
And they, too, could fuck off when the world got sick of them.
We don't want their feudalism, communism,
Or any of it.
Just make our Stoves and Canned Soups...
We don't need your plans for a "Better World."

2. The Fleecing

I saw many sheep,
And they were fleeced.
And lo, I was fleeced.
And we all bleated for help
But the oppressor took from us our wool.
No matter how hard I or anyone tried
To regain our fleece, and keep warm
The enemy severely sheered us of all our wool.

Woe to the tyrants who spoil the flock.

3. Atheist Mantra

Hearsay is not evidence, 
And your opinion is only yours. 

Your fables bring bad governance, 
And serving God… what a chore!

4. Thomas

At the end, Christ did appear
To His disciples. Otherwise,
They would not die for what they knew
Outright was false. The only trick
Which could have worked
Was a Body Double--
But even this fails,
As Doubting Thomas
Touched the Wounds.
And St. John attests that Christ had
A heart attack---as that is why
Water ran from His punctured side.
Therefore, He unequivocally had died.

5. My Cross

Upon my blue wall
Is a cross, which hangs on hemp rope.
A silver dove is
Worked within the cross's silver frame.

Oh thou cross, 
Protrude outward
With an off center of hollowed  negative space...

Oh, you hollowed off center, 
The convex curve of the dove rests, and
Shortens the empty center at thy head;

A red tack, like Eliakim,
Holds this message
With a red ribbon pierced through a nail,
Like that which Christ had been crucified with.

The cross, and that red ribbon, a cache holding
True fortunes.

6. Coke

Tall, ten inches,
The bulbous bottle stands
Atop my oaken desk.
Its red wrapper and white calligraphy contrast
To form an ingredient label.
Not very nutritious...
But, among my favorites.

Inflation, my longtime nemesis,
Has this particular bottle
Costing about two dollars thirty cents.
Shocked when I saw the price tag,
My measly meal was about two thirds an hour's labor.

7. Noah's Ark

Glue residue, nails,
Petrified Wood,
All found in a boat shaped indentation
On a mountain in Turkey. 
An anchor also was included
In the discovery,
With titanium found there---
Some mention was in the Bible
Of a metalworker who helped Noah.

I'm very skeptical.
I didn't believe the report about Guang Wu
Until I looked the very thing up...
And there it was.

8. I'm Sorry

I truly am sorry you suffered.
If I had anything to say,
Anything at all,
I'd say I'm sad that no one came to your aid.

It pains me, as I do not want to be in your shoes,
Either... Yet, threatening me with "that" padded room...
Why would I get put in a padded room?

You cut me off before I could say anything,
My Awakened Narcoleptic.

I never said my government was oppressing me...
Only my neighbor.
Yet, if I end up in a padded room,
We shall know who was truly behind this mess.
As, I have faith, since the FBI has not burst down my door,
Nor have they censored me,
Nor have they told me I couldn't speak,
That I am in no threat of my government.
In Canada and Great Britain that is not true;
Excuse me for fearing that tyranny would come here.

Yet, the government's job is to protect me from my neighbor,
And if mobs rule freedom of speech,
Not a single word will ever be spoken again.
Men are stabbed in public
As for speech they get ran upon stage
As evil tries to kill men whose voices it disagrees with.

If you truly believe in all perspectives
Then you'd be happy to let all perspectives have a voice,
And not to be threatened by the sword of their fellow citizen
Nor their censors.

Yet, if I end up in a padded room,
I shall know it was the government who did this.
As, I am more sane now than I ever was.

9. Brandon Ruins Everything

Marijuana does make people violent, and lazy, and insane. 

Video Games do cause increases in violent tendencies---
just watch any Call of Duty live Chat, and you'll see.

Cops have been less likely to arrest people, or investigate violent crimes
Which account for the drop of Violent Crime in this country;
Which skyrocketed these past four years.

A simple test of the hypothesis that video games cause violent tendencies,
Is that in order to make soldiers shoot people
Easier during World War II,
They used human shaped targets instead of bullseye's.
It worked. 
As is also true, video games desensitize people to violence,
And reinforce dopamine receptors with violent tendencies.

Breastfeeding is more nutritious for a child than baby formula.

The Black Panthers are not heroes. They're the Black equivalent to the KKK.

Blacks aren't incarcerated at higher rates due to racism, but because they commit more crimes.

Also, that woman was arrested because her boyfriend was a resident of the household, and it was a domestic violence dispute, not a home invasion.

And embalming is safer and  more sanitary, because then you don't have a rotting corpse sitting in a funeral parlor for five hours.

10. This Eejit's Rage Fantasy

I speak to a rebel
Some decade ago...
She calls me a nasty word.
She tells me, 
"It is a term of endearment,"
Hiding the fact that it is not.

I use the word against a woman;
One who says I mansplain...
And in a vile outburst
I know now where it came
I drop a nasty word upon her head
And feel dejected.

For the well of bitterness was that I was lied to.
Please understand.
I hadn't cherished the Rebel's friendship,
But thought we made good acquaintance.
Yet, she called I the word I called you.
And now I know it is a nasty word
And I am left questioning whether the word
Was spoken illy about me.
I do not know.
And for that I lashed out against you.

I'm sorry.

11. Why Grace?

Speeding down the road,
Talking about my spat with Rebel---
I remember she told me the word
Was insulting to a stranger---
The light turns yellow
A caution,
Then turns red, as I hit the breaks.
Not intending to,
I shoot out into the middle of the
Intersection. I say, "Shoot,"
And shamefacedly drive through---
As you don't park in the middle of an intersection.

I remember about a decade ago,
The same thing happened,
And being so careful not to sin,
So anxious and filled with great heaving distress,
I breeched the line, just like before,
And cried out an oath.

I realized this time I casually said, "Shoot"
And didn't add sin unto sin.
As, I was not so hyper afraid to sin
That I self righteously sinned
And added sin unto sin.
Nor was I fearful of a ticket;
As the last time, my conscience couldn't bear it.

That is the reason we have grace---
So, flying off into an uncontrollable outburst
We then say we're sorry,
And do not pile upon ourselves
Guilt upon guilt.
Rather, we just brush it off
And our conscience,
Eased by knowledge of our own fallibility
And God's forgiveness, does not react
Like it were the end of Salvation.

12. If One Day I Found You

If one day I found you
I'd forsake a mountain of gold.
If one day I found you,
I would cherish you till we're old.

So one day will you find me
My cherished and beloved soul?
So I don't grow to be a miser
Or a stodge, curmudgeonly fool?

13. Conceit

O, thou lofty visionary,
With the mastery of conceit,
Bring thy pen to thy inkwell,
Yet, abandon the priestly cloth.

For, as a poet thou art just,
But as a priest thou art
The foul marriage of all opposites
And their incomparable things.

14. Theosis

I cannot think of myself as a "god".
I am not a god.

I can, however, think of myself as a son of God
Adopted through the heir of Christ's divinity.

Yet, to make myself an equal
With Whom I certainly cannot be equal...
To me there is only one God
The Father, Spirit; Son Amen.

The Prince of this world says,
"I am a god; I am God."
I thought clearly, this doctrine was a warning
Against such heresy...
And I do not believe it is what the Catholic Doctrines preach.

It has never occurred to me,
That this was canonical Christianity
Until I had heard St. Athanasius cited it;
The most authoritative Creed  maker in my faith.

If I must become a god
Then so be it...
But, I wish to eat, drink, read, and partake of the Otherworldly pleasures
As a hedonist, rather than partake the duties of a Divine Creator.
This doctrine that I become a "god"
I understand it only as "Judge".
That I will judge, I have become a god of sort.
That I hand down divine sentences;
Yes, I will be like a Monarch
And Christ my Emperor.
I see it clearly now, 
As I always have.

Yet, God, if I were made equal to Thee
I shall fail.
Every man ought to say this,
Lest they commit the cardinal sin of blasphemy.

15. Late Bronze Age Collapse

The populations
Fall, could it be those nasty
Plagues and bees God sent?

16. Darragh

They desire him to fix the world---
Yet, he is only one of those who 
Make the problems much more severe.

I understand it now... better than I ever did.

17. To A Poet Laureate
I’ve Got Jesus Loves You on the Front of My Wallet

For the Atheistic Left

Alas, Laureate of my day,
Your verse is sublimer in a good sort of way.
I have Jesus Loves you on the face of my wallet
That a kind man gave me once in private.
It's a sticker with a rainbow's color
But let me tell you why Homoeroticus lovers
Are forbade by God and His holy hammer.

As a man, I need not worry about the thing;
What people do is their choice, you see.
But, why God must judge a Gay or Straight man
For sexual sins which are wrought in the land
Is that the compounding effect is it makes souls less gay;
They get choked of their love, and needless to say
That it makes finding love just a little bit harder
And let's be honest, it's probably bequeathed by a mother
Who does not but coddle the child
Or it's wrought by a strange sort of pedophile.

I need not judge the man or woman in sin
But compounding interests make it harder to live
In peace with man and woman, and fay
Is made less fay, and sin made less sin.

So, honest to me, I tell them the truth.
It is not I, but God's holy alliance and moot
It is to make it less of a crime
But it's not my place to judge, or to give them a hard time.

I myself have made many a suffer
And I myself have not obeyed father or mother.
So where am I to judge these folk?
I do not, but having compassion on most
Will tell them where a sin is a sin
And by compassion warn them time and again.

18. Beloved Peace

The evidence says 
"Peace!" And as they say "Peace, peace, 
"Safety, happiness"
There is only frustration
And rebellion's black war.

19. The Garch's Delusion

The rich Garch sees zir
Lies told to many,—ze who

Writes our history.

Yet, human nature proceeds
To tell zir thrice, ze is wrong.

20. Phantasy

Elishah walked tonight, 
Silently, looking at the five days aged 
Crescent moon.
Hearing scorn of children's fright,
Undaunted, with the sweet melodies
Of Hero and Leander
Singing their hymns across the deep.

There they sing, as if Apollos and Calliope,
Betraying an innocence of a generation passing away.
A sweet, innocent self-importance,
Harmless and fully justified
For a generation whose brilliance
Shined brighter than the starry night.

The children scorned,
Yet the gentle woman came to mind;
Reacquainted once more
By the widow's stones
And the footprints upon the beach.
As if the Gentle woman were looking
For the agéd sun over the hoary foam 
And quieting noise.

21. Enola Holmes

A selfish brat, characteristic of our modern heroine.
She forsakes love, friendship, and learns jujitsu, while her mother
Is vindicated for her crime of child abandonment.
It starts off as a nice movie---then, like hume, muddles into 
Absurdities, telling women to abandon husband, child
And to learn martial arts, as a homeless black man ushers in
The Moral tale of this iconic flop. Diversity in
The advancement of chauvinism and churlish narcissism.

22. The Atheist at Texas Hold Em

I sit across from a Christian.
We're playing Texas Hold Em.

My cards are dealt.
I get dealt a Jack of Clubs and a Queen of Spades.
My partner bets the big blind;
I ante in.

The flop gets played,
A Jack, Ace and Ten of hearts.

I see my jack pairs well.
But he couldn't have the flush.
Because he bets cautiously,
Exposing he doesn't have the hand.
I cautiously meet his bet;
But I don't raise it.

Next comes the fourth street
And I see a queen of diamonds
Is played. I'm one away from a full house,
But have two pair.
He doesn't bet---
So, I raise him with half my chips.
He has a tell that he's lost...
But, goes in.
"The fool."

Then, the queen of clubs is the river.
He again, doesn't bet.
I without hesitation go all in.
"I'm all in on a loser, who probably has a flush."
The pot is settled,
We show our hands.

He reveals the Queen and King of Hearts;
A royal flush.
"He had it from the beginning;
"How didn't I see it?"

23. The Daughter of Zion; Ghazal

Like the hart, my tongue heaves for you,
Beulah, my Daughter of Zion.

The water brooks are dry, I am
Thirsty, oh Daughter of Zion.

Thy walls are pleasant; Thy Fair City
Pleasure; come---Daughter of Zion.

I am nigh wasting poverty
Heavenly, Daughter of Zion.

Let this Broomtree be written in
Thy streets, Thou Daughter of Zion.

24. God is Love

God is love.
God is peace.
God is faith.
God is righteousness.
God is joy.

Only through the Holy Spirit
Can we possess these things.
The statement always made sense to me.
That these things are the evidences for God.

Wherever there is true love,
There is God's force emollient within the heart and mind.
It has grown so cold, as of late,
Not many remember it, nor know what it is.

But I do.

25. Phlegon of Tralles

He records the darkening of the sun,
Gives the Gospel's exact timeframe for it.
He recorded it during Jesus'
Life, under that Tiberius Caesar.
It would be hearsay, if not had Guang Wu's
Scribes recorded the exact same event.

26. Scythian Mount

In thunderous, purple threads,
The mounted Unicorns go
Off to war,---The archer's bone
And sinew bow, in circled
Retreat, fires its missiles
In rains of hell. An army
Marches to close the gap, yet
The wooden shafts of missiles
Pierce the strongest armor as
The horned mounts of Scythians
Trample men in their charge.

27/ The Devil's Muse

The heavenly muse composes no suffering;
Thus, Satan sung on the stage his Bohemian Rhapsody
And that Earth Angel fell, for his selfish, strange songs.
For there may be no suffering in heaven, so Rock Music
Was the music that cast Satan to the earth. Worship through peace.

28. Mother Theft

"Avert your eyes from truth.
"What you see is only illusion.
"I shall tell, and then proclaim,
"And then tell again.
"I have seen all things,
"Been through it all...
"Trust me, and not thine eyes
"For wizards have duped thee
"Into seeing phantasmagorias."

29. Sonnet

The Modern writer is such a fool 
Who writes his bathos, oh so ever cruel; 
He speaks a word of ill advisal: 
He gives great poets steep reprisal. 
He does not respect the solemn day, 
And decrees the "Vortex", only this age 
Will please him, its words like sticks and stones--- 
A primitive monkey building with chicken bones. 
So I say this, to you a wayward, tool: 
The great poet speaks in their hidden runes 
Which alites a secret riddle of odes 
Mulled and walked over a lifetime's road. 
"The prize goes to the poet who's foul 
"It goes to one whose verse, is that a sow's." 
So corrupt engines do alight this day 
To take a laureate and make him vain.