Poems Winter 2024

1. O Preacher!

Oh preacher, you ask,
"Has the rose turned into a
Thing new?" I dare not
Say so, the rose, once a bush,
Is now a creeping vine! Woe!

God is king because of His morality. 

2. The Gospel of Mary; The god of the Present Hour

Blessed are the warmongers, for they shall have plenty.
Blessed are the prideful, for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the rich and sleek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who deny Christ, and walk not in His ways, for you shall find no adversary on earth.
Blessed are the deceitful, for they shall gain a great fortune.

The child in the womb is evil and a great vexation
And the world shall not be burned with fire
For I give you my womb in a new covenant, made to Noah
That I shall not destroy the Earth.

It is more noble, for man to lie with man, and woman with woman
Than to bear a child on the Earth.
Love is a burden, and great evil
And Peace and Forgiveness fail.
For, if you seek Peace, know it can only be found through great conquest.
And if you want forgiveness, know Karma is all there is.
You shall be reincarnated on this Earth, and forever die in a cycle of death and rebirth
And those who seek Good, must fight, war, and rage at every injustice done to them.
For, God will not turn back the captivity,
Therefore, shun those who try to do good
And ally with those who have no regard for law,
Save "I do unto others what they do unto me."
For, the two greatest laws are this:
"Do as thou wilt, for there is no God who will make an ultimate end to evil
"And Love thy own, but not as much as thou lovest thyself. Love thyself above all things
"And continue in this blessing, of getting what you want by harming those who put their trust in you."

For, if you subvert the man in his cause,
All will be right with you.
And if you pervert justice, all will go in your favor;
And you will live well upon the Earth and be satisfied.
If any does you wrong, slay their children, and their grandchildren.
And if any does an evil deed to you,
Get back sevenfold what they have wronged.

It is more noble, I tell you,
To lay with man on man
And enter into many orifices
Than it is to enter man's member into the woman's.
For, this creates children, and children are a great burden
And they may grow to be unfruitful, and do evil.
Therefore, destroy them.

If you have children, know it is a sin
And you must never discipline them in anything
And give them all their heart desires.
If they wish, do so for them, and it will go well with them and their children.

Fortune is all there is in life,
And fortune all there ever was.
Gain fortune, and do all that you can to grasp hold of it.
For, there is no life after this, and you shall be happy.
For, though the world be like hell through thy deeds
Make sure you are upon the top,
And gain the world, for there is not a soul.

I leave you with this:
"Eat, Drink, Be satisfied,
"And remember, humility has served no one in this life
"But has been the ruin of many.
"Pride justifies in the end,
"And so long as you are the victim,
"You have the power to rule over all nations.
"Never admit a wrongdoing,
"But justify yourself before many.
"And do no charity, or good toward your fellow man
"For they are a burden to your life, and aught there for you to revile and oppress.
"Forgive none who have done you wrong
"And reap vengeance upon their ancestors.
"Kill not with the sword, but punish to eternity the seed which you hate
"And do this in remembrance of me."
Then Mary took the cup of her virginity,
And laid with many men and children and women
And said, "This is the apex of my womb
"And it is given to you. Enter into only by my command
"And I will not give you any love,
"But rather, you shall do my bidding."

And all the damned of the Earth said, "Amen."

3. Neolithic Collapse

Long, long ago, there was a civilization
Which spanned from the edge of Europe, into Asia
And even in the Americas and Egypt.
It used its red paints, and made art upon the walls
Of caves, and on their obloid pottery. Human
Figures, and strange things, were drawn with these strange, red paints.
They ornamented their homes with white, creature's skulls 
And fat, jolly Venuses, in subdivisions
Walled off to avoid that ancient Behemoth's foot.
His tail was like the cedar, and fire flung from
His mouth, until a catastrophic event in
The Mid Twenty Fourth Century wiped it all out.

4. The Feminist's Child

"My mom cries all day about narcissists,
"But reminds me that she chose to have me."

5. Ye Old Revolutionaries

Ye march with Candace and Alex
Across the open fields, to battles
Long forgotten, to cannonades they yield.
The walls are fallen bodies, 
The bastions and forts,
Oh, war is an awful calling,
We must sow the gospel field.
Let go of the world and number
Do not stand yourself with beasts.
For war is an awful calling,
Be ready for for the harvest's feast.
The lidar and boomerang calling
The cell towers and the phones
Can give away your number
Can make your position told.
The only solution is Good News
And a cryer in every town.
To warn the sheep they're coming
The British Guns so proud.
For they corrupt their own good numbers
With evil wrought device.
They steal the children from good homes
They say cutting your child is nice.
So speak the Gospel's tidings
And preach the good news' joy.
Stand firm against their revilings
And with words, not bullets, employ.

6. The Christmas Apologetica

In the shortest days of winter
Santa comes, in Sleigh and Reindeer;
Christ the Child is born from the Virgin Mary;
The Feast of Turkey and Pumpkin Pie and Ham
And Mashed Potatoes and Yams gives fat for winter's frozen gloom;
The relatives come to gather, to lift one another's spirits high.
The seasonal affect of the shorter days goes unnoticed
By Christmas Carols, Trees, Shepherds and Stars.
And come New Year's Day, the Pork and Sauerkraut,
The hours are already brightening, and the worst of winter is done.

7. American Education

A software engineer who writes code
Does not know basic number theory.
A student of literature who reads a book
Does not know their book means something.
I was put in semi-retarded classes all through High and Middle School.
I was taught these things.
These are gifted students.
They don't know these things.

Perhaps quality over quantity should be our new rule.

Instead of teaching kids String Theory or Quantum physics
They should learn how to count blue blocks, and stack them on one another
And see how things work in multiple dimensions.
For, when you start big, you go home empty handed.
When you start small, with suffixes, prefixes, and context clues
And with number theory taught on blocks
And at some point, ratios and fractions represented
By marbles in a bin...
And a science teacher teaching you the constellations
And telling you about sedimentary, igneous and metamorphic rocks
Rather than trying to teach you chemistry,
And that Io has volcanoes, Europa oceans, and Calypso is Jupiter's icy moon,
And Ganymede Jupiter's largest--
Though I forget, I know how to search for it, and what to type.
Titan has an atmosphere. Starry Night Pro showed me the scale of the cosmos,
And that fodder helped bring me to create masterpieces...
You can turn out to have the basic skills to teach yourself
The things that matter most to you.
When you're taught to view things in archetypes and categories
And groupings, and relate things to one another in complicated webs,
That's what education ought to do, is give you the building blocks
To teach you how to self teach like this.
Not bludgeon you with over complicated things that you can learn better on your own
With an instructor on YouTube.
There are things we can't teach ourselves. And that is why we have education.

Though, make no mistake, Higher Learning should dive deep down the rabbit holes
And investigate every minutia of creation to the utmost preon. 

8. Antifa

A gross, gauche gaggle
Of college kids, ready to
Kill, rape, burn and steal.
Those kids are so innocent 
Looking, but textbook evil.

9. 267

In our new world's law of modern art
And muckbanging, and violinists shamed,
The virgin to his mate is never smart.
She will cry to bed him, or he be lame,
For if he wishes to wait till marriage
He is then called, yes he is called, insane.
I with bad breath, and fat, bulbous carriage,
And oniony armpits and opinions' fame
Like that man who had an audience prime...
Woman, thou Unicorn, cannot be tamed
For your seething desire's just like mine.
The hymen is bloody, and the bed red
The woman's passion aroused yor its time,
If your passions cannot be chaste, instead
It shall then be those red passions of mine.
For the wholesome bride like a Pimp is laid
With his whores and followers and divine
Law abated by female's horny aid,
What age we live in, virgin's gate's unkept,
Is hellish for the man who seeks love's fay.
For woman, ever so selfish and cruel,
You have made good men at once like old maids.
For you will not then make him morning's gruel
And any love you have for him is feigned;
The Cock's philosophy, who is a fool,
Is the foolish thing you have now purchased,
When before your wholesome brow bore its rule
Over man's raging loves, which made him wait.
Over bonny brooks, you play your wizard's 
Mage, which then you then make him ever so gay;
When love is never offered, but your farce
Of womb with pleasant flower, and your game.

10. Oh Thou Ant

Thou man, like an ant
Who knows only the trails
Of her comrade's scents;
Deaf, and dumb and blind.
"Describe to me sight!"
She cries, "Give me evidence of sound!"
I smell the Ammonia  of her trails
And she believes she has made a discovery
Finding the little kernel which she
Brings back to her colony.
Can she become a man,
Though? Can she have the faculty
Of a man? Or is her science
All she'll ever know, of her scents
With her deafness, muteness, and blindness?

11. Sister Cain

You call me a danger to the world
For not having a woman to hold...
Yet, all women are like you, my dear,
Callous, nasty and cold.

You'll destroy my child in the womb
You'll dominate my every whim...
You'll take me to the highest high
And then leave me shivering in the wind.

You are like a fire, which burns on coals
But never will heap them in the hearth;
You will make me a poor man one day
So, choosing you is never smart.

Then you decry that religion is wrong
But you need it ever so fair,
That you will even lampoon this song
But are a a devil who never could care.

12. The Blue Wash Upon the Green

The Blue in royal crest, wash upon the shores
Of Green, employed their best, the armies can be seen.
The Orange are in their houses, I myself a very one,
Blue Waves are a rolling, across the Green of Eire,
The long forgotten watching, the flare of the  guns.
Blue Flags stay your navies, and stay your Redcoat dawn,
Let there be peace in mother Erin, let Peace between the flag be won.