101 Allusions

1. The Saint and the Punished

The joys he'll enter into, in Zion, are beyond compare. Mansions, cities of gemstones raised the height of the earth to the moon, countrysides, rivers, mountains, valleys, lakes, the trees of the Fruit of Life, lush fertile plains, beautifully woven courts within the City itself likened to the most beautiful State Parks imaginable within its decadent cube; with flowing rivers and waterfalls; even all the animals of the Saints will be there, and all of our precious creatures we loved.  Streets paved with gold, and Pearl gates. Decadent food and drinks, with no hunger or thirst. And he'll be married to Zion, and call the Land Beulah.

If you do not accept Jesus, you'll be imprisoned in a cell of sandstone, licked with flame, and if you were really bad, will be tormented by a demon as your cellmate. You'll descend the tunnel of hell, into the grave, and appear in the caverns of hell, and meet the Satyrs, Dragons, Imps and Cockatrices, and they'll take you to your abode, where you will rot with worms in your wounds, being wounded, and have no thought, no wisdom, no activity, and have all your love stolen from you. You'll feel like a rolled up ball, being tossed around, and never at rest. And your only peace will be that you are where you ought.

2. The Music

The wise hate the wailing of the harp;
They hate the guttural chords,
And howling melodies.

In the society's decadence, 
The music turns to emotive phrase,
And guttural noise;
When at its peak,
The music was peace.

So also, does the harp and lyre
Fill every decadent room,
Every ear is held to the shell
So they can listen to the sea
Of melodies.
At their labor, art permeates every corridor.
The ubiquitous noise omnipresent
So that nowhere can you ever hear again
The pleasant noise of people's voices
In their bubbly hubbub.

Rather, all there is is the music
In its guttural noises, 
And strong, emotive sounds;
Filling all who hear it with stirring melancholy.
Or, with lusty anger and hot sex.
And everywhere it is...
You cannot escape it.

I had thought I lost this poem,
But providence desired it to be sung once more.

3. Jesus' Tunic

Do you remember Joseph?
His coat of many colors?
Made for him by Rachel,
His mother?

Jesus had a tunic
Made without a single seam
Woven from top to bottom,
By Mary.

I recall, that it was His 
Most prized possession;
A tunic. Which, having coats
Myself, I

Know the pride of a warm, well crafted coat,
How it keeps warm in the 
Bitterest of colds, if a tunic also lie
Underneath.

There is a pride to what keeps warm
Which Jesus referred to his Tunic
An awful lot. Being His most prized possession.
Love was stitched

Into this innocent thing; it was the source
Of many of His most difficult sayings,
Where we say, "That's not true,"
Lo, it is.

And that same thing was stolen from Him
On the day of His death, His only comfort;
The thing which was worn, made by His mother,
And He died

As was prophesied, with the garment
Cast lots over by the Centurion who killed Him.
Woe to that man's theft, for how can it be forgiven?
Yet it can.

4. Ancient Revelry

The tares, from their infancy,
Are sown into black soils,
And there they grow with 
Instruments of anarchy.
They stab, they fight,
They poison, they kill,
With the dagger, with fist,
With chalice, with sword;
Every object in their home is cursed.
They fly upon their broomsticks,
They dance nude and enter one another;
They only allow the poets who are naughty
To be spoken in their ancient Golden Era.
And to them, it is joy, the hellish stress,
For they remember their Garden of Earthly Delight.
And they wish to once more bring this age
To fruition, now that Christianity had abated that hell.
Do not acquiesce. Fight with words, and slay the dragon
With the breath of our peaceful prosperities.

5. Vile

Vile things are in every culture.
Vile things are in every time.
Today, it is mutilation of children.
Yesterday, it was chattel slavery.
Tomorrow, who knows?

The obdurate child gets taken from his home.
Stiff necked, and unapologetic, he'd rather
Be placed in foster care, to avoid his parents.
They don't want him to be permanently changed.

The men and women, walking in their rows
Of chains, shackled together, blood dripping down their backs,
A whip cracking, and a husband and wife torn apart
With the screaming infant between their arms.

What gross thing will tomorrow bring?
What invasive disease of the mind will it infect us with?
What horrible thing, will normal and sane individuals
Believe is right, and the rest of us murmur in half toleration? 
The fact of the first thirty years of my life
Was that we had finally gotten it right,
And didn't have any of this. What a shame things went so awry.

6. The Trial

Trump is on trial.
He reads "Before the Law"
He doesn't understand it
But I do.

One door, made for him,
One law, made for him,
One gatekeeper---
Just like all of us it seems,
It will be one day,
A law made for each man
And a sentence just as absurd.
And one man piously sits,
Unquestioning, for it is the matter
Of the State that this solitary law
Be followed, and so with every other man
His own solitary Law
With no rhyme or reason
Than the very fact that it is.

7. She Couldn't Save Me

In a dream, or a vision,
I was cleaning up my life.
My mother, my dear mother,
Was apathetic in her strife.
She would not pick up a broom,
She would not make haste.
So, I left upon my dream
For I could not tell if I, she hates.

Then, upon my bed, I saw a youth who was from my past.
I lay upon my bed, with my Pound Puppy at my breast.
And there was she, for whom I loved,
And my worst fear was seen
A nightmare had succumbed me
And I learned she was a fiend.

Then, at last, we were careening out of control.
I had no lover, I had no friend, so "Amarisa" I told
Shouting it, shouting it, "Amarisa" I did.
The truck crashed, and it killed all my friends.
Then I was ghost, hovering above the scene I dread,
I had not raised, I had not fell, but I knew I was surly dead.

Then, I woke in an asylum for the insane.
I thought I was on a movie set,
I found it all very strange.
I ran for the door, warning all of my insight.
A nurse had tackled me, and then "Jesus" I had cried.
I crawled upon the floor, I inched my very way
Every painful movement, I cried "Jesus" all the way.

At the last, I came to the end, it was a mall with open door;
A stadium was filling with children, who saw me in my state so poor.
Yet, at the end, I reached up for that door,
A voice said, "Brandon, open," and I opened up the door.
At that moment I woke from the horrid vision my mind aroused,
And I renounced that idol "Amarisa", and wrote this verse profound.
Only one name under heaven, I found tonight is true.
It is the LORD Jesus, and I come to caution you.
If by my writing you feel blessed, it is because it's all a song
Made for that one and only savior, not for Amarisa wrong.
Yet, do not worship---it is a tricky verse---
That Daughter of Zion, of which I'm well rehearsed.
It is just a fancy, a strange and idol thought...
Yet it shall remain, for Jesus I have taught.

There is only one name, that saves a man or child,
There is only one name, that can save murderer or pedophile,
Or rapist, or theif, or blasphemer or Jew,
Or Gentile, or Greek, and not a number very few....
It is that man named Jesus, who died upon a cross.
Let no accursèd cult spring from me, for now I know the cost.
I proclaim one Name, that is Jesus Christ my God...
Any other name proclaimed, leads to an awful loss.

8. Jorgia Erin Amaris O'Conner

I fell in love with you.
You became my obsession.
My Beatrice. My Amélie.
You became my idol. Yes, you.
In your blue dress, I saw you
With such godly joy. Like being
In the presence of God.
I must confess it was very strange.
But, I break that yoke for another.
A lighter yoke, that of my Friend.
For calling out to you at night,
It never once saved me. But Christ did.
You are a phantom, who I don't know.
But, I do still believe I will be married to Zion
In the eternal abode I shall one day inhabit.
I do say, if in life I am alone, it is the one thing which could make it worthwhile.

9. Why P Cannot Always Equal NP

It's the proverbial Squaring of the Circle.
The limits of Coefficients in a system,
Which would create NP, cannot always
Be described by P, due to the limitations on geometry.

Every system of equation is defined by a shape.
And simply put, there are limits to every shape
Which makes it impossible to conform some shapes into other shapes.
I think anyway.

In fact, through further rumination,
If P could always equal NP, 
It would break down the very notion of equalities.
P equaling NP 
Would be the same as saying
 πr^2=l*w.
Fundamentally, the axioms of one shape,
Cannot translate to another.
If they could, there'd be no use for mathematics.

In fact, I'd further say,
That if P equaled NP,
One would have a universal equation
And System for solving all axioms of Geometry.
Which, fundamentally, cannot be true.
As Pi is no more described in a square
As Length and Width  are described by a radius.
The shapes have different axioms
By which they must follow,
Which require new calculations on their part
To describe each geometric figure.
So with, any Nondeterministic Polynomial
Cannot always be equated into a Polynomial.
As each Nondeterministic Polynomial
Will be defined by its unique shape and dimensions.
Simply, it cannot be so.

Therefore, Some NP cannot be equal to P.

10. I Am By No Means a Mathematician

I am by no means a mathematician.
However, when I come to P = NP---
Dazzled by the complexity of the equations---
I look at each equation like a shape.
As if each equation represented a simple shape;
Or, even a very complex shape.

In my limited exploration of geometry,
I know a few very basic things.
One cannot take the shape of a Right Triangle,
And use the Pythagorean T heorem
To explain an Isosceles. 

And seeing that NP and P 
Can be reduced to this principle,
At its most basic level,
The most fundamental thing to learn
From this system, is that we CANNOT
Generalize a rule for all shapes.
We cannot, for instance, 
Call an equation a polynomial
If it has three dimensions, for example.
If there is a cubed variable,
The equation no longer is a Polynomial.

I think people approach the problem
From the angle of where I approached
Pythagorean Theorem.
It seems intuitive,
To think the proof lies
In the hypotenuse being like a crossed section
Of a quadrilateral. 
But, that is not why it solves.
It seems possible...
Even very likely,
To where you'll be duped into thinking it.
But, upon keen observations,
And studying the equations and dimensions,
You find it cannot be so
As it would break down equalities and the laws of algebra.

So, also, I think NP equaling P
Would be the same notion,
Of it seeming intuitive,
That a solution can be made.
But, generally, what's intuitive can be deceptive,
And what's more, you cannot define
The Pythagorean Theorem for a Circle,
Any more than Pi would apply
To a Square.
Sure, one can make equal anything,
But by means of deduction,
There is no way outside of empirical observation
To determine a shape, and how the laws
Of objective space apply to it.
Adding the dimension of time
Further complicates this, and makes even more complex shapes,
Which I believe, its geometry, must be studied independently 
For each individual problem.
Much like the philosophers of auld would study shapes
To determine axioms and principles.

Thereby, one must study the shapes
And derive new axioms for each individual shape.
And possibly, that will be the occupation of many brilliant minds come the future, what will.

11. God Defines Me

He's written my story from start to finish. 
My name is"Broom Tree on a Hill Crown Newpeace";
With my brillo head.
I decided to be a writer from the start,
So progressed into Poesy.
Southey and Coleridge wished to come to my reigion
---the Susquehanna valley---
in order to create a "Pantocracy", 
I write in a style similar to them
And also began writing with utopian visions. 
Not only that, Longfellow---America's finest poet---
Had married a woman named "Mary Storer Potter", 
And my best friend has a same last name.
So, there's definitely evidence of God working in my life, 
Particularly, to lead me into my profession, and also to my work. 
None of that could have been coincidental.

12. The Class Machine

No cleric can surpass the king
No, not even in democracy.
The fiefdom is set, as the cook
Makes Metalcore, and lives 
His worst life now.

Was not da Vinci a clerk?
Say we had more freedom then
Than we do now?

The modern Feudalism is set,
As the Wokies march in order,
Ushering in Communism.
That new generation rises,
One with the royal cavalcades
And the flying chariots...
The peoples worship them as gods.

Science is magic
And no man,
Whose own grandfather
Used to dig a hole in the ground
Can rise to the ranks of Poet Laureate;
No, not in this day.

The Laurel sings her rage,
That Boomerang can kill her
The minute she fires her Pineapple;
Though she wants to fight for her freedom,
Yet the mass graves shall be the cost.
Republicans in their rows,
Mowed down by machines and not men;
Waging their wars with Bow and Knife.

Yes, you crowned emperor,
This is a new generation...
One where you rise above all
In glutted fest, and say "I AM".
Crown the Empire,
The ashes of all I love are destroyed,
For to fight is futile.

So, let me die if I must.
And my Blood shall kindle the flame
Like Polycarp, and in Peace
Freedom shall persuade and win.

13.  Innocence

A squid tentacle constricts
A boat, moored on a canvas
Over a hundred years ago.

The decadent painter
Paints over the Baronry's 
Prized collection.

Is this not like the wealth
Of many generations, wasted
By the slogans of communism?

Is this not like the fool,
Whom, finding that Gospel Pearl,
Throws it back into the sea?

For once, the wealth was spread,
And the Pearl need not be hid
From the salacious Trusts;
.
It was there for the common man to shuck.
Yet he swallowed up the pearl,
And kept its shell, by entertaining his audience

With his vandalism.

The communist is like this man,
In that she paints over the canvas of
Civilization with her tentacles;

She covers wealth with her idle decadence.
She knows not Capitalism lifted the world
Out of poverty, and gave the common lay, even,

Priceless art. No... She paints over it
With her squid tentacles,
And spoils generations' worth of wealth.

14. Evolution of Thought 4/13/23

AI, is it smart? No... the mathematician proves it.
Cubed Rooted Negatives are impossible. 
But Quartic and Eighthic rooted negatives are not.
The fool says AI can be intelligent, because he believes
It already is---though, it is merely mimicry. 
Not creativity. It repeats the formulae of essays
Upon essays, and only knows how to simplify them;
It doesn't understand nuance.
 P cannot equal NP all the time---
Some NP cannot equal P---yet, it is not in my poem.
Someone is editing my work, without my knowledge.
I swear an oath, but it is not so. It is only my faulty memory.
I said, "Not Always" but not "Some".
Jordan Peterson wants to create a better world with Religion's Law,
But such a world would be unmerciful,
Save God reign, and judge, and preside over our hearts and minds.
Law without Grace is Hell.
I walk through the State Park,
The tree with an ear has a microphone,
So I believe, and the Bathroom too,
And the tree that looks like a boob.
It opens up to an underground base,
And in the lake, when drained,
They prepared for World War III,
And the rockets would ascend out of the waters.
I would wave my hand, and with faith it would all vanish,
And I would be left unmolested.
The Carpenter ant, so 
Giously walks across my path
Bold, and happy, with the little samara shivering in her mandible.
I wonder if God's eyes are not on such little things.
The plane with the red tailfin flies by, ever so silently,
So I wonder if it is a chariot from Jotunheim,
And the funny camera by the roadside reads my thoughts.
The preacher preaches a sermon on the most horrific child abuse;
She screams, "Where was God when my uncle had done so!"
Where was God when my best friends abandoned me
And showed no inkling of mercy toward my youthful offense?
Or when my peers bullied me? Or when my mother divorced my dad?
Or when all the mean and nasty things were said?
Yet not one hair on my head was ever harmed---
Where was God when my dad received cancer
From the shame and disappointment of his beloved son?
Yet God's providence has always protected me.
I know not why, but possibly because He knows I will never lose my faith.
A semi-circle also can become like a chord in Intersecting Chords Theorem.
Ah, Oh Grecia and Persia, you fight your twenty-five hundred year long war;
Still raging even to this day, and may be a cataclysmic end,
Northern and Southern Kingdoms; how Israel tossels between them.
For a very short time, did Rome Suzerain over Persia; possess the world.
Zoroastrianism morphed into Islam, yet the Northern and Southern 
Kings control the world, like a Yin and Yang ensign;
Though do not be fooled, neither are good, both are evil.

15. The Conflict of Creation

I will never mystify you with how I create.
Call it an inner voice, call it a conscience,
Call it the voice of God...
But, I don't seek to persuade you that it's anymore than
Genius, like such which causes the grapes to grow
Or the performance to be good,
Or the wine to accent meat with its berry.
I will never use mystic words
Or try to dupe you into believing this comes from me.
It comes from practice---
Not some bold power of self will.
Just practice, and a little help from God.

16. The Olive, The Fig, The Vine and the Bramble

Brother and Sister of the True vine,
That Olive and Fig---
The Olive with his fatness,
The Fig with her sweetness;
Gideon and Deborah,
Elijah and Mary Magdalene;
What distinguishes thou?
When offered a crown, ye cast it;
Ye forsake the world, and worldly authority.
Oh, the Vine, when pierced---
You True Vine, you who merry the hearts of God and Man,
You too had been lifted up,
And would not take Your Kingdom with the Twelve Legions of Angels;
Not before you were lifted up.
Yet, the Bramble with his Shadow
Says, "Give me authority,
"And I shall guide ye well!"
And he is a fire which burns like hell's black flame.

17. Fools and Philosophers

I look at all the philosophers handed down through history,
And I wonder, "How simple it would be, if their teacher were Christ alone?"
Then, I suppose, there would not be any confusion about the most basic truths.

18. Kaleidodream

Do you not know? The robot does not dream?
Do you not know, that it plagiarizes you, and yes me?
The swirling subconsciousness of a hundred million artists
Get copied and pasted over a sentence or line of text.
The author of that text believes it is the magic of mind---
He believes it is intellect, and creativity of the machine.
No... it is the intellect and creativity of millions of artists
Which the AI picks and chooses, and warps
Around a few platitudes of thought.
And the author of such thought says, "I can not do better."
Yet, I, being an artist, see only the wish fulfillment
Of having one's immediate, and simplistic fancy
Shown as a flashy, surrealist portrait.

No, my loves, the true artist is you who wrote the prompt.
For that subconscious thought then gets woven
By the machine, to create what is pretty,
But not sublime.

19. Otaku

Am I just an obsessed hobbyist?
Spending hours a day,
Surfing for inspiration...
Is it only money that makes a career?

Music,
Art,
Science,
Literature,
Poetry,
History,
Psychology,
Sociology,
Maths,
Theology,
Philosophy,

For what?

Would I have been better off
Learning how to play a video game real well?
To know nothing about our world?
Twiddle my thumbs,
And I could have made a fortune.
I could have been a good poker player,
Or a bad chess player,
Or a good COD player,
Or I  could play pinochle,
Or be a professional Magic The Gathering Player,
Or I could play Fortnite,
Or I could have made a YouTube channel
Where I got really good at Mario or Rome Total War,
Or playing Minecraft all day
And make my fortune?
To commentate on Comic Book fads
And react to some stranger's fifteen minutes of fame
Or classic rock songs I've heard a million times
And speculate on the latest celebrity gossip?
I could have beat myself,
Made a fool out of myself,
Like a Jackass
And give my exorbitant riches to the poor.

No, instead I chose to grow up.
And am punished for it,
By not being allowed to.

All my target audiences are trapped in eternal youth
Like I am the sole man left on Earth.

20. How to Read a Poem

Read once.
Read twice.
Then labor over every line.
Look at every comma, 
And learn every word in time.
Find every allusion,
Find every hidden word---
Read over a lifetime,
And you shall know that verse.

21. The Anti-Nietzsche Aphorism

The highest form in this life, 
Succumbs to work which sustains us, 
A true love,
The quest for knowledge.
And contentment with this lot.
Then, we die and reap whatever we have sown.

22. Historicity of Genesis; Flood, Nimrod and Battle of Siddom

Mid-24th Century Anomaly, 
It collapses all civilizations;
Almost like a global flood? Then,
Sargon that Nimrod, built His empire, 
And three hundred years later, would,
Ride, Abraham! and pursue those Elamite foes.
Make haste to avenge Ur, to impose that Amorite King
Melchizedek, king of Salem, to instill Babylonian rule.

23. Two Black Maidens

Two black maidens set their minds to proof...
They do their math, and prove.
Calculus, they use, to prove Pythagorean Theorem,
Yet Calculus is proven so much, so
That Pythagorean Theorem is proven too!

It is a biconditional,
Two Tautologies that necessitate.
The very crux of Equalities,
And the very crux of all mathematics and logic.
It is how, oh my souls,
That science knows.

24. Hell's Party

Hell's Party, for those who wish to go,
Will be unbridled, lawless rage.
It will be eternal sin, and damnation.
Satan dupes you into believing it will be fun,
Because sin was fun.
The little innocent bear pong game,
The one night stand,
The practical jokes...

They turn into MK Ultra  drugs,
Rape and forced relationships with hideous monsters,
And torture chambers.

The party guests arrive,
And Satan says, "No Rules Yeah!"
And the party guests cry out for glory,
And then the suffering begins.
No rules, no regulations, all murder, theft and adultery allowed.
And we soon see what hell actually is.
It is sin unbridled by God's Law.

25. Jehovahjirah

The LORD will be seen;
And like the ram provided
To Abraham, when seen,
The LORD had been an ox, aleph, A
Sacrificed for the covenant, tav., t
The Seed of the woman
Bit in His Ankle by the Serpent,
Crushed the serpent's head.
The seed and sprout of Jesse
Grew, and all was placed under His domain.
For, the curse brought great suffering
Into the world---for with sin there is the curse
Of suffering, for all sin causes suffering.
And by the crucifixion of our LORD
All our sin was pierced into Him,
Making us, like He, whom God sees.
Therefore, we are the little Christs,
Whom the world sees as if we were He---
And the world hates us, mocks us,
Scorns us. Why? Because it is the cause
Of all our suffering, and we tell it so.
Yet that suffering is nailed into Jesus
At the cross, so we one day see God face to face.

26. The Gospels as Witness

Mathew, if first written in Aramaic,
Papias says John Son of Thunder
Said Matthew was written by Matthew in Hebrew,
Does this not prove Matthew was written by
Matthew? Papias XX says John the Elder is
John Son of Thunder, and that John dictated his Gospel to Papias.
Luke is also considered a premier Historian.
Evidence that Demands a Verdict, 86.
And Mark is written by memory,
On the testimony of Peter.
And would Q not most likely be the man Jesus Himself?

27. The Cycle

The Jolly Mother Idol, imbued in a civilization
Ancient, and now gone... their Neolithic
Art of cattle and human skulls,
Which were made into displays
And arm rests,---their paintings of the hunt
Scribed throughout the world on cave walls;
Their houses of clay, with roof streets
And well kept, with ovens and warm spaces.
It was destroyed by, yes, the Flood.

Then arose the Semitic Pantheon
Of Baal-El, Hubaal, and Asherah.
And they arose, to their gross heights.
They built upon their civilization,
Ancient and ubiquitous---
The infant bodies stored in clay pots
To perform their gross sciences---
But then Israel wiped them out,
And finally Rome when it had conquered Carthage.

And then Rome had grown, and grew to great stature.
It grew, it grew, it grew, and the Greek Pantheon
Ruled the world. And soon it brought chaos
By its lusty and rapturous gods,
And like Hyenas they wafted from Male to Female
And from Female back to Male;
And what chaos it did bring!
Until the Christians converted Constantine
And with Peace, did Christianity cover the world.

And as a last age, will not the wicked raise the idol once again
Gaia, mother Earth, and the Titans overthrown
By the new Pantheon, Greece overtaken by War
And its pantheon of comfort, prosperity and food and drink.
And then, at last, the creature raises from the depths
And causes all men to worship it;
Worship the Earth, so that the gods and goddesses
Can fly upon their chariots, and live by their arcane magic.
And the poor upon the earth shall lament, and take up this cry
Against the wicked generation, they shall Cry for Christ
And His age, for at least then there was peace;
America, remember Who ordered thy prosperity.

28. A Priori

The entire world understands itself
Through practice of vacuous equations---
That is why no one can tell what is true.

No math can work, without being applied.

No math can be proven, unless by real
Phenomena, and its prediction of
Their physics. We know much metaphysics
As is our primary education,
But confuse all a priori logic,
Which substitutes whim and desire for
What is actually in the real world.

So men and women are like hyenas
And not like men or women; yet even 
There, we find the modern fashion exposed.

29. 1,666

My last post was 1,666.
Almost like the divine providence speaks loud and bold.

30. Ye Old Stoics

An old Stoic once told a man
Who lost everything he owned
To a raging inferno
That it was not his to begin with.
That everything was borrowed.
The wise sage said, "You do not deserve what you want."

If you wish to live in a world like that,
Where law is who can rip the meat
From the lioness' mouth;
Yet, God is abundant in promises.
Though, in my suffering I do not blame Him,
I blame ye.

Why is it, that I answer and do so much work
And get unrecognized for it?
While my ideas are stolen, and my seed
Blows about the wind?
Yes, there is a man who doesn't labor for wisdom;
Ought that man be?

The perfect philosopher might be among you
But no one will listen to him.
They pick and peck like vultures
Taking his meat from off his bones,
Leaving him shivering cold amidst the carnage.
And this is how it ought to be?
Yes? Because the old Stoic glibly consoles
The man who is suffering by telling him
That his suffering is for naught?
That he did not deserve the things which he lost?

Certainly, I don't deserve it...
I don't intend to make that case,
But work needs to be paid for.
And my work is not being paid.
So, there is some injustice happening
Where I reveal secrets
And yet my own vineyard is spoiled

Ye's fantasies for me is to be like a child
As long as I live, and to grow old and gray
Still yoked to the chain of his condescension.
Yet, such is the situation of a true prophet,
And with that badge of honor,
I am at rest.

31. Vain Mystery

There shall be no temple found at Egypt,
Thou, like Gomorrah.

The sacrifice shall be made 
On Mount Zion,
And there, in our Eternal Abode.

The Nicolaitan King
Shall invade Zion's Walls
To no avail, though the covering Cherub sit
In the Temple, like Christ::---
The Abomination.

32. Fight o Samaria

Freedom writhes this day---
Baal is worshipped by the rich
And Baphomet by the poor.
Slaughter, o Samaria
The Canaanite from within you.
Purge their very babes from you.
Dash their infants to pieces.
Destroy, thresh, show no mercy
To the heathen gods---rip down their altars;
Break their altars, and destroy their heritage.
Cause their shame to be forgotten in the lands,
O Israel. Now is not a time for peace,
But for the sword. Thresh from among you
And rip down the faithless, with their horns.

The Assyrian navies, sleek ships from Tarshish,
They sail into thy seas, o Samaria, off thy coasts.
Who shall bewail the children of the god Moloch?
Shall we now do to their infants,
What he has seen fit to do to ours?
They dance, with the horns of devils upon their heads,
And they speak their blasphemes and their curses.
"The Prophet Prophesies!"
So says the people, yet it is another vain vision.
How many prophecies shall they utter in error?
Shall the wicked go unpunished?
Who, thou Samaria, is it who bowed the nape
To Moloch? Is it not even you?
Woe! Iniquity upon Iniquity!
Samaria, you ought have foughten
But instead you made alliances with your own Accusers!
You have sacrificed to the Pagan Bull
And you have burned incense to the Lilith!
Now, shall you be destroyed
And your babes ripped from you.
Where your judgment would have proceeded
As light, it is now darkness, for you,
O Samaria, ought have foughten,
But instead you have made alliance with Sin.
Yet, the Prophets shall be among you,
And wag the tongue, as you lick like an adder
With poison. We shall escape, we men of Judah.
Selah.

Thou Land of Whirring Wings,
Who brought ensigns by papyrus vessels,
Thou cleaved by the rivers,
O, Moab, hide the Children of Israel---
For if they cleave to you, and seek your good,
They shall not be slain.
Do not enter into the war
My Children, but let the nations war among themselves.
For judgment proceed'th from the most high
For their iniquity, and the LORD has lain this trap.
They shall be greatly ashamed, those who accused Judah,
And they shall no more look upon their gods,
And say, "The LORD see'th not."
Your hands shall be bound,
And thy mouths stopped, and every ear shall tingle
At what the LORD has planned for you,
Who made war with your brother in the day his iniquity was found out.
Samaria, she is forsaken, do not take up a lament.

33. The Fascist Calling the Fascist Brown

Tim Snyder, for all your good you did
Sounding the alarm about Trump,
You missed the very cruel double edge.

Canada is attacking Free Speech with Internet Censorship,
Canada is also destroying people's livelihoods for simply refusing to say made up pronouns,
The fact that there even are over 2 genders, and that's being taught to kids as young as eight, (Symbols of the Party)
The United Nations is attempting to minimize and even normalize Statutory Rape,
So is California,
PBS is advocating Gender Affirming Health Care---the castration and masectomation of Youths--- (Propaganda)
England is fining and putting people in jail for saying, "Homosexuality is a Sin"
The FBI is being used to spy and terrorize American Citizens who vote Republican, (Militarized Police and Paramilitarization)
Mail In Ballots are being used to illegally cast votes, and therefore win elections for Democrats, (Unfair Elections)
Critical Race Theorists are trying to whitewash American History and culture,
Woke Politics are infesting Hollywood, and not allowing any art to be made,
As Trans Terrorists maliciously censor voices like JK Rowling with Death Threats and Bomb Threats; they do so with impunity,
As PBS draws sympathy to a Mass Shooter who killed Children, just because he is trans,
As words like "Ugly" and "Fat" get removed from Roald Dahl's Works, and Loony Tunes and Dr. Seuss get banned, (Censorship and Book Burning)
As people still wear masks from a manufactured pandemic that really wasn't as bad as people made it (Symbols of the Party)
As people try to amend the law, such as Double Jeopardy, there is a woman calling for a reopening of a case involving a man and woman convicted in relation to a gang murder---
As the Left and hordes of Lawyers scathe Alex Jones and make him into a show trial, which cost him more money than was ever reasonable to pay,
As a person who made a little firing pin 3d Printing model was given an over 100 year sentence,
And what was the Reichstag? January 6th, where the only person who died was one solitary protestor,
And while CNN and MSNBC cheer on rioters and looters in the name of Equity, Inclusivity and Diversity,
As School Libraries carry pornography and sexually explicit materials, and teachers begin to move boundaries in the classroom pertaining to sex
As college students monopolize campuses, and create "Safe Spaces" where they prohibit freedom of speech, while rioting and protesting and forcibly removing Conservative speakers from their campuses....

Where, for all your journalistic integrity,
Did you attack this? Which was just as malicious and evil.
That is why I have to be the voice of reason.
You call Trump a fascist. Well, who else is also fascist?
Perhaps the advocates of all of these things, as well.
If you fact check these things, they say it is not so, yet the words out of the very Pigs' mouths betray them.

Though the Right is trying to normalize Indentured Servitude,
And is paying out toxic loans as Black Rock and China buy up all of our American Companies,
As they ban John Green from schools,
As they profilitize Religious Stodginess and want to create a Theonomy,
And are trying to make the Robber Barons Baronry again,
Though these sins are enough, I'm sure there's more I'm unaware of.

Both sides are trying to make speech impossible, through perpetual offense,
Having friends and relatives thrown out of homes for simple disagreements,
Or thrown out of businesses for their political views;
Which is forbidden under the Enumeration of the 9th Amendment.
No man, can contractually sign away their rights,
Either verbally, written or in any wise in any agreement.
And both are Nazi Anti-Semites in my book, with two brands of kool aid.

I stand on no side except God's; it's all despicable. That's why I'm the only honest voice.

34. Make a New Song

Ariel, named for her red hair,
Watches Ariel, a gorgeous Black Woman.
A mermaid expert tells us,
"Ariel is black, because Mermaids come from Africa."
Though, the story comes from Hans Christian Andersen,
A Dane.

Ought the Woman King be black?
I say she ought be, as the story means nothing
Without that character being black.
There is no metaphor without the racial imagery.
To scrub it for future generations,
None will know what history came to pass.
It will erase where we came from.

So also, you must not swap out races of characters.

Erin is the idealized of my perfect form of Beauty.
Theresa is based off of a woman I adored.
To remove Erin's Irish feature
And Theresa's Guyanese feature
Is to ignore who I crafted them to be
They would not be who they ought to be.
It would be a disservice
To change who they are.

Make new. 
Make a new song.

35. The Amalekite's Lie

Saul fell upon his 
Sword, committing Suicide;
Being David's foe,
The Amalekite lied, who
Said that Saul leaned on his Spear.

For, does not the one
Who slays the King's enemy
Get a reward, no?

36. The Tortoise and the Hare 2023

The world was ran by hares,
Whom made everyone give them lettuce,
Otherwise the Hares would tie their feet
Together, with their superior speed,
And they'd only unbound the other animals
When they had sufficient lettuce to feed them with.

Thus, there came an angry tortoise
Remembering the Justice of the Olden Days
When his ancestor had beaten the hare
In a foot race.
So, again, he challenged the Hare
To a foot race.
The hare accepted,
And then proceeded to make a few conditions.

"First, Herr Tortoise, you must bind your legs.
"And second, you must noose your neck,
"And third, you must place a heavy rock over your shell.
"And if you give me lettuce, I will unbind you for a short time
"Until I contract that your allotted time is up, and then I will bind you again."
The tortoise refused,
And said, "No, Herr Hare, I will not acquiesce to these terms."
And the Hare said, "Then you shall not race,
"And I will bind you anyway."

The hares then were pleased they made it so.

I am that Tortoise.

37. Metaphors of Current Affaires

I am a bard, witnessing the feud of great empires.
Let me tell of the political strife happening now.
There is Queen Maeve and David, allied together to bring
The Anarchy to the shores of the Greater Northern Realm.
There is Stephen, whom no one loves, bringing tyranny here
By challenging the ancient bounds of free speech, by storming
Through like the Bull in a China Closet: he destroys much.
There are the Northern and Southern Kings, storming each other's
Lands, taking cities, and warring their ancient rivalry;
The Domains of Grecia and Persia are at their long
Millennias' war, ruling worlds like a taijitu .
And here is this bard, trying to win back his realm's freedom.

38. Quadratic Equations

A difficult mystery...
Every Polynomial represents
A shape---
Thus, the Quadratic Formula
Breaks down those shapes into two dimensions.
Hence, why it gives a length and width
For its answer---
Also, how Cubic equations
Give, the added dimension of breadth.

Thus, by reducing the equation down to one dimension,
One can figure what they need in that one dimensional space.

This is also why P cannot always equal NP
As NP can often work in multiplicities of more dimensions.

39. Wonderland

Say something true, you are sure to offend...
The only truths to lend, are truths of a geometric kind.
The culture speaks in fallacious ways,
Every belief is a formal fallacy.
The culture is warped around this nonsense,
Yet, there is the certainty of the Laws of Proofs
Geometric, and Mathematics, and all Physical constructs.
Yet, speak a word politically, that might be true,
You have offended like Alice had offended,
And the Queen says, "Off with her head."
Doth our King now pardon us?

40. 63%

63% are Christian?
60% of those Christians say Christ isn't the only way.
Another 3 percent of them are Jehovah's Witnesses or Mormons.
About 50% of those Christians say Homosexuality isn't a sin.
1.6 Million of those Christians are Hebrew Israelites. (A Heretical Sect)
Several Hundred Thousand are Hebrew Roots.
I'll estimate that another million or so have Heretical beliefs about the Trinity, and don't follow any Systematic Theology.

Which, doing the math, most Americans who profess to be Christian
Simply aren't.
And who are the persecuted in America?
That 3% of Christians who hold to Christ's true teachings and theology.

41. Your Bouquet

The buttercups and pansies 
Are grown old; their lives are short.
The daisies are pink and white:
The Mayapples are matured---

The spring is at its agéd peak.
It wanes into summer's prime;---
do know, the roses soon bloom
And scent the forest; the Honey-
Suckle too. The most beautiful
Is soon to come.

Happy Mother's Day.

Love,
	Brandon

42. Signs and Wonders

Though the Prophetess paints me and my love
Old, and filled with many days;
Though the prophet, in the age of Napoleon,
Prophesies me and my Phalanx of verse;
Though providence moves me,
And I am washed from head to toe by providence,
It moves by the string of faith;
Though my name is destined, and written
Strong, invoking Elijah, and a Crown Prince of Poetry;
Though the Lake Poets would try to build a pantocracy in my hometown,
And another poet married a woman whose name was that rare name of a friend's;
I look at myself, and like the old stoic say,
"I don't deserve what I want."

Do you now understand why I lack the faith to claim these?
The rag upon my head is like a filthy menstruous cloth;
Though it bend through the air to fulfill my predictions like a miraculous lot,
It is my deeds---my deeds---which prevent me from obtaining what I want.
We do not receive God's blessing because we believe we deserve it.
But, rather, He gives for no reason, other than His own love for me.

43. Thou Wounded Robin

Thou wounded Robbin---
I would pick you up
And splint your broken leg.
But, I know not how.

I would call for thee
To those who could,
And tell them, "Splint its leg."
But, they would not.

So, I leave you in the wilds,
For I wish not to frighten you,
Or cause you torment,
Hoping some Good Samaritan can do
What I cannot.

For, I have once called upon
The Authorities to bind the wounds
Of a fawn, and they shot it.
I cannot bind its wounds.
I know not how.

I know not how to heal my country's breach
And I know that by pointing out its breaches,
It has only made those in authority pick at it
All the more.

So, I leave you, for it is the kindest gesture I can.

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