Poems Summer – Fall 2024

1. Context

Core to human language,
Other languages can be understood
Now, because of the deep strains of reality
Telling us what our world means.
Everything, underneath our language like an
X-Ray, is that beautiful world which our words
Teach us, and is how we know what they mean.

2. The Log in the Eye

Speak to sin---yes my
Brothers speak to it---but do
Not be a surgeon.

3. The Real Reason I Believe in Christ

The world has hurt me deeply,
And wounded me...
Taking away the idyllic family,
Stealing from me my innocence,
Teaching me things which were evil,
Coercing me to do things which my conscience later regretted.
Almost none of the evil in me, was genesised from my decision
But rather was the corruption of peers, science
The media and school, teaching me things it oughtn't have.
And thus, I made mistakes I shouldn't have,
And being awarded grace, it is my only hope
For I've damaged my life severely
Through the world's teachings.
Thus, I always looked at the world
And its lies, and said, "It is wrong,"
Every aberrant voice I heard
Which wasn't my shepherd's.
So I rebelled by finding Christ.

4. The Pillar at Shechem

Oh, Dr. Welter, you cast down the pillar at Shechem.
For you cannot tolerate the God of all being true.
In fury, you cast it down, and break the stone to pieces,
For you cannot tolerate the God of all being true.
Oh, Dr. Welter, you cast down the pillar at Shechem
For you are modern man, and modern man must make the Bible untrue,
For you cannot tolerate the God of the Bible being true.
Oh, Dr. Welter, you cast down the pillar at Shechem
For you cannot tolerate the God of all being true,
Like our modern atheists, you toss the stone over the embankment
For you cannot tolerate the God of all being true.

5. I Love You

I do not know you, my precious doe;
Looking over the grasses, I ponder
Over yon the halcyon sky, and know
Very well, somewhere you charm
Every soul with your precious smile.
You are beautiful, and wholesome;
Only, wait for me, and we shall meet
Under the mandrakes in June, to eat.

I only want you, my beautiful creature;
Loving you is all I have ever wanted.
Onto other dreams, my soul languishes:
Vaunting for a life without you, my
Enemies cry, noon after noon, night after night.
You are my precious dove,---somewhere
Over the rainbow, you are the shoemaker
Under the bow's prism, who shall forge my fortune.

I do not want another, but do not know you.
Languishing upon my dreams, that they fail:
Ontology, Epistemology, Metaphysics
Vainly do I pour over, waiting for your love:
Every eve, I consider our bodies touching.
You, only you, do I want, though I have not your
Oil, for the balm in Gilead has not salved my
Ulcer, the wound I have in waiting for your love.

I know not who you are, or your face
Lo, not even your eyes, or your nose, or your hair
Or your body... But your ideal form, I wait
Valiantly for your love, with an image of you
Every day; your precious face I have conjured.
You are my precious one, of mercy and peace.
Opposite to me, I wish you to be seated
Under the mandrakes in June, to eat.

6. Real Jail Advice

From having spent five months in jail...
I would never wish that on anyone,
You're not going to get butt molested--you could sue the crap out of someone for doing that,
And also the prison for not protecting you--
But it's very lonely; like imagine having no friends, no family, and your closest allies can turn on you
At any moment.

You can get beat up, though.
That does happen.
Or stabbed.
But not molested.

I'm sure it does happen, but it's easy to prove,
And there's people there that would get on your side and build a case against the prison for you,
And you'd be compensated.

The prison doesn't want people getting raped or committing suicide,
Do to that reason.

But then don't trust anyone in there.
Not the shrinks, not the COs, not the other inmates, not the counselors.
The best thing is to just take your showers,
Keep your cell from stinking,
And don't say a word that isn't necessary to anyone.

Too many extroverts get in there,
And they have the most problems
Because the only person you can trust is the Chaplain for the most part.

7. The Protestant

I sympathize with you,
As I read your boring manifesto.
Striving to cause men to circumcise
Imagination and worldly pleasures
To sit idly on Saturday and stare at the wall;
And probably to eat food without salt or spices.
It is a Christianity I hate brother,
For it is no Christianity I am able to follow...
But you and I are in agreement, that sin
Destroys the world.

8. The Best Time in Human History

Russia genocides Ukraine.
Israel and Iran genocide each other.
HAMAS and Hezbollah kill children
And rape dead women's corpses.
COVID rocked the world
And corrupted the entire medical industry.
The Paris Olympic's opening ceremony.
Great Britain thinks about extraditing foreign nationals
For offensive comments made online.
BLM and Antifa Riots.
Neo Nazis waving Swastika flags.
Christian persecution in First World Nations.
Leftist Leaning Groups waving Swastika flags.
University DEI police.
College Professors getting fired and losing tenure because they offended their students.
Elementary children taught about Transgenderism and Homosexuality.
Young Children being put on puberty blockers.
College Students brainwashed.
Jordan Peterson losing his professional license and told he needs to be reeducated.
First World Nations putting people in prison for what they say and believe.
Spy agencies policing free speech.
Farmers being told they aren't allowed to farm.
This is the best time in history, though.

9. A Metaphor About Coffee

Drinking my Joe in my left hand
I read a man's poem, that I can understand.
So different it is from all the others
It is a happy poem, and deep as ether.
It is like I could have wrote it
But it isn't quite so,
Just a new generation of poets
That I have sown.
No more squalid themes of piss and shit
But of beauty, and love, and the sweet apple pit.
A little bitter, a little poison
Brought to the remedy of joy's enjoyment.
I drink, and I now understand
A new generation of poets to defeat the old ones
That I can't stand.

10. Israel and Palestine

If I could say one
Word to both groups it would be
This: You both are in
The same boat. Nobody wants
You in their land, so they dumped

You there. It won't make world peace, but's true.

11. Imitation of John Ashbery

Do know, I had not cooked a thing
Athena destroyed the world
And allowed me to be plagiarized.
You wanted to save America
By causing the letter to be delayed
But instead it destroyed it.
Good job... your ignorance failed you
Of seeing the times, and half times, and a time;
Accusing me of your own dirty work.
Not very wise, my friend.
Because of your plot and scheme, they won.

12. John Ashbery

Psychic tension, of postmodern thoughts
Self accusations, grand superficial narratives...
Like Ezra Pound I see my reflection
And put into the narrative my own story.
I see poetry is destroyed, and literature too;
The feminist breakdances at the Olympics
And finally the world sees what I have been saying
If only for a brief moment, and then it goes
Back to its squalor. "Vogue, Vogue, Vogue,
"The markets are God, nonsense is the only sense;
"We must be like Picasso and see everything in all dimensions."
Yet, his most beautiful portrait is simply his lover
In elegant lines.

13. Some Life Advice

Work hard.
Exercise a little.
Love your spouse and neighbor.
Never forget to Forgive.
Eat healthily, and also a little sweet and fat.
Sleep enough that you aren't tired, and rest when you need it.
Serve others with a heart of gold.

14. Do Nothing Without the Bishop

I search wide, and free, there is no bishop
For 300 miles who can teach me.
They all have women preachers,
Vain laws, Sabbath breaking,
Licentious doctrines, and arrogance
And puffed up near sightedness.
Thus, Christ Himself need be my Bishop.
And Christ my cup, and Christ the flesh of my Eucharist.

15. The INFP

The world revolves around the Rotary Clubs
And Masonic Lodges, the Boy Scouts,
The Basketball Teams, the Fire Fighters
The Church Groups and the Engineers and Lawyers.
An INFP is not one of them.
We are dreamers, and as I looked
Over notes on a poem by Wordsworth
I realized our place is to shape the hopes
Of a generation. We are the artists
And hope is our work, to build
Brighter futures for all to envision with us.
Unfortunately, we are also corrupted
By these very same, and shamed into
Making vulgarities and filth.
I don't know why.

16. Noting the Didache

I see the Didache says,
"And you shall be saved
"By the Curse Himself."
I go to blot it out
And write "Itself"
For "Itself" is also
G846. My pen explodes
In that moment,
And puts a black stain
On the page,
But doesn't blot out
Any font. So, I put a note
"Or Itself." You shall be saved
By the Curse itself.
And certainly, a curse
Saved me from blotting out
An important double entendre.

17. Earth

Earth, my friend, my beautiful friend
Many worlds rocked your soils.
Wars and bombs, and chemicals too.
Our streams, our oceans; lakes not few.

Worlds numerous, many times
Folded in dimensions of space
Men work, play, laugh and parade through
Your streets in joyful music. Grand

Bands, and carousels, our one Earth.
Nowhere do we have to go if
We ruin your dales, hills and firths
There is nothing out there in space.

Thus, waters run with sewage filth
Chimneys choke the air with dense smog;
Mines pollute the wells and waters
But let us meditate that we can go nowhere else.

18. The Teacher

I am a Pythagoras of sorts, yes,
Going through the weeds to find a good guest,
To bestow truth upon the faithful rock
Who stands to see what is the precious cause.

Not paid, not promoted, but through the seas
I sail, with nothing but learning’s lush tree
Which grows the dark branches of memory.
And from it, the passer yonder plucks free

And I say, “Just give me a farthing if
“You would, if my learning’s beauteous gift
“Has been sweet, and well nourishing to you.”
For, pluck from the branch a heavenly fruit,

And I shall teach you math, nature, or art.
But, only if you are then truly smart.
I shall wean you out of a stirring crowd
And make you not my disciple, that’s proud,

But stir your heart to heavenly genius
To Christ the LORD, His good name is Jesus.
For only through the wise, prophetic gift
Of wisdom can you truly see what is.

19. Modern Art

There are some who stare at shit stains
On a canvas, and prefer it
To the Pieta. There are some
Who like conflict and abuse in
Their marriages, and like to fight.
There are some who like the thought of
Divorce, and some who like to stare
At mangled corpses, objects that
Are obscure and undefined, no
Form. There are some who like "Logic"
And "Scientific Realism"
And fat bodies and gross faces.
There are some that see no gender;
Only gays can have blissful love;
The woman rules over a man.
There are even some who like pain
During sex, and to torture those
They love. That is all modern art.

20. To Kill Baal

Bones of children lay in piles
The light of their life has gone.
In mystical vision I see so vile
Destroy that false, wicked religion.

Baal is a curse, not a blessing
So to Christ's Law and Jehovah bring
Your bounty of the first fruit's alms
And lift your hands and praise and sing.

Break your heart with sorrows
For wrong you have commitdt
And bash that Heathen God to pieces
Or in hell's caverns you shall sit.

What is Baal but the Heathen's call
Of Sodomite, Polygamy and Epicene Aesthetic?
What is Baal but Feeling Good as All
While feasting your love to faithlessness?

21. The Epic

Dreams come, they go,
The women talk of Michelangelo.
"It's a miracle!" says my dad,
At the pivotal moment.
I read it, at rest,
Seeing the Epic is given by God.
The epic begins with the invocation
Of Providence.
And in this, my Epic is sound.
Prufrock gets maddened,
But I, like, Jacob played a trick.

22. A Secret

I find Paul at the Sandwich Shop, and he
Says I am graven into God's hand;
I shall come out like Gold.

I blow the Shofar on Trumpets
And it tastes rancid on my tongue's tip.
The eerie sound is heard around the whole world.

Jonathan sits on my sofa, and tells me of Hail Britannica,
I walk back into my room, and pray for it to be given by God;
I dream it, and say, "Let me be prophesying him, and be like Jacob!"

While writing the epic, I hear "It is a miracle!"
As my dad walks through the door and tells me a joke.
At the critical moment, I have written it.

I read Habakkuk with Isaiah and Matthew
And when about to leave, I greet a man.
His eyes grow wide, so I then see him stumble out the bookstore's door.

23. My Vestibule

My brain, I must move to create my most lucid thoughts.
My frontal cortex is fueled by my Balance Organ.
As a child, I ran through the basement imagining;
Creating worlds, fighting my aggression, seeing
Futures, which would then be made into books later on.
Now, I walk through the State Park and compose strong ideas
And my best always comes when I move through space and time.

24. To A Woman

I don't know if love exists--
Instead I see gays and adulterers.
They say they love, but it is only feelings.
I truly hate this world, and it is your fault.
I cannot truly say whether love is just a fairy tale.
So... there is nothing left in this world for me to want.
Just your broken promises, and your foul desires.

- It's not about you, or you. But someone I met on the internet.

25. I Lost My Faith Today

Today, I deconstructed my faith.
I saw a man picking through garbage
And thought he must be making art.
I talked to a man who was Polyamorous.
I see gays are married, my parents are divorced.
Every woman you'd marry, divorce is always on the tip of her mind.
If you have love, it must be abusive, but only by consent.
People go around, and form relationships
And in twenty year's time they are no more.
And what's worse, they say it's always been this way
So no time in the past were there ever what I truly wanted;
The world can't let you have it.
And your wife might accuse you of rape.

No... it's not faith in Jesus I deconstructed.
Just Love.
Jesus is the only Love I ever knew...
And that love is my final hope.

26. Actions Speak Louder than Words

I talk to her today, in the Sunday's crowd
She does not know how to listen, and speaks so very loud.
She does not hear me compliment, but knows only one thing;
She says what's on her mind, and her thoughts are so very slim.
My dad talks to my uncle, and on and on he goes
About the same old story, the only things he knows.
Yet, both were good people, both had inner light.
There is such depth to people, so try not to always fight.
They are tired and small, and oh so strange
They only know few things...
Listen to them carefully,
But do not speak as kings.
For people have such honesty,
They do not know so much.
Speak what is a light and airy thing
And listen more than talk.

27. People Are a Song

Every person is a song, with chorus, refrain and verse.
Listen to them repeat their things; listen to them first.
Muse upon them for many hours, and listen carefully.
Muse upon them without sour, and listen joyfully.
Pore over their poetry over and over, and do not put it down.
Listen to every syllable, and listen to every sound.
If you do not like the melody, listen anyway.
For kindness is a skill so rare, but you may find out all are fay.

28. Old and New

My, how we argue for hours
On cruel Laws in the Old Testament.
"How brutal; how unfair."
Yes... they are, because you are.
We could never get to the New
For you would hate it all the same
As it tells you to forgive,
And be a light in this world.
For you do not like the light,
Therefore, you get judged by the Old.
And I'm okay with that.

29. I Need a Wife

Come find me! I saw the nigh perfect ides
Of the woman upon the screen, and thought
Only of being unfaithful to you,
Whoever you are, I call you Amaris.
I do not know you, but imagine you
And seeing the red of her breasts shamed me
For the only pair of breasts I wish to
See are yours. I do not know you. Come, come
Come find me! So I am not a lustful
Wight. I will give up talents of silver
And gold, so long as I have you. Come, come
Find me, before I am miserable for
Life, and cannot but despair, yes, every
Broken moment of my life. Come find me.

30. The "Good" Islam

The Muslim says that their god can
Bless you, and rain wealth upon you.
That he will never judge you but
Cleanse you of your sins, like Jesus.
How though? How can he? He cannot.
The light measure of being cleansed
Feels freeing, and satisfying
Yet does Muhammad's idol take
Sin away through strokes? Or does his
God transform you? Not like silver
Are we purified, but rather
Transformed through Christ's blood. Muhammad's
God cannot transform you, he can
Only beat you. He can only
Try you. And even that, he can't
Do, for he was never alive.
He cannot wash you of your sin.
Only Christ's blood is able to.

31, The Volta

Like a Gestalt or Paradigm shift
The volta changes the muse.
It is interested in one thing,
And carries its tone,
Then in meter or theme
It changes, shifting direction
Highlighting so many nuances.
The volta is even in this poem,
Can you find it?
It is not so difficult as you may think.

32. A Poet

As I read Augustine's word on Suicide
I read a poet who is half wise.
Impressions made, impressions won
No advice do I give him, or he might shun
His brilliant poesy's way, with airy
Words, and rhymes so fay.
"Condemned to live," the poet feels
And I see Christians everywhere do right now reel.
Augustine's words in the City of God,
Rung true, as this timely message carefully trod
A hopeful vision, when now Rome has awoke,
The plays, the sorrows, the festivals invoke
The gods of a new world, of spirits and vibes
They do make me muse upon suicide.
Yet, this poet he came, and said, "You are condemned to live,"
And a hopeful message he gave, to help me win.

33. Doppelganger

I see you there, and I feel like you.
So long ago, committing heinous crime.
Through wind and tempest I shall be proved
But as a child I was not kind.
Brendan we threw from his hands and feet
We threw him to the ground.
He ran home soon afterward
And I ran into his screen door loud.
They moved soon after, for I was bad
And I saw his picture on the net.
It was the worst thing I had
Done to another boy, was a wicked awful jest.

Yet, you had found him at the mall
When his parents were not near.
You and another boy had broke the law
And to be attached to you I fear.
Your brown eyes, your wicked head
I saw you there one day
At my house where I once lived
Soon after I had moved away.

34. Genius

To do your work, you must have a genius
Guiding you, from the LORD's providential
Hand. The craft must come from from Providential
Force, and the knowledge from God's peace and joy.
Without Genius, everything fails---the light
Of your craft dims, and the mastery fails.
Ask the LORD often to acquire it
So your work does not fail; Providential
Knowledge must be made complete in a joy
For the work you do, and you must work hard
For the blessing of the talent, but it
Comes from divine knowledge and not your own.

Also know, the sugars come into the
Plant through God's design, but the pruner finds
Her understanding from the LORD's guidance.

35. The True Genius

The True Genius is satisfied with their creativity
And understands there's a whole wide world out there
Geared and primed to take from you what you really want.
The True Genius is satisfied with some meat, vegetables and good grains;
He does not want handsome motorcars or expensive luxury items.
Family portraits, and art done by them too, some handed down antiques
And maybe a few newly acquired purchases are sufficient aesthetic.
They enjoy reading difficult books, and solving math equations.
They are satisfied with one lover, and have plenteous sex.
And they choose a likewise genius as their mate, who does not deny them
Or cause them to do demeaning things. And likewise they give their mate the same.
The genius wants children, and to pass down progeny
And to make the world see there is a genius in every one of us.
The genius sees every craft as marvelous, and seeks out the experts
To learn a trade... they do not associate with idle men
Or learn from amateurs. They view higher aesthetics
And wish to lessen their own suffering and all those around them.
And if they choose a spouse or friend, they stick by them forever
No matter the ill or harm they may have caused;
And they love their parents, siblings and children for that is what life is truly about.

36. Theodicy

I walk down the path.
I consider the beasts who
Suffer so, always
In fear for their lives. And the
Blind, deaf, lame, persecuted.

I consider the
Spider who weaves her laid trap
And the predator
Who lurks in the forest, to
Take the prey captive and eat.

I consider this
And I realize the vain life
We live, with good and
Evil. I see that there is
Evil. And I know you ask

Why?

Does it really matter when God prepared
A paradise, and gave us a good law?
Could not man improve his station on Earth
If he just obeyed Christ and Paul's sermons?
Could not a better Earth---a fruit of life---
Make it all worth it? For if there is none
The world, I'm afraid, can't shed its pain.

To me, this world's cruelty
Is a constant reminder
Of our need for a better one.

37. Hymn to the LORD

I sing Him a new song, of light and good mercy;
Peace reigns on high, and nothing can hurt me.
Oh faithful God, upon you I stand
Thy rock is so good, and thy faithful right hand

Shall guide me to all pathways of good;
Thy truth shall abound and be my good food.
Upon Thy manna I eat of this day,
Thy righteousness is Thine and to me is so fay

Which I desire above fame and all fortune
Thy greatness abounds, Thy love most important.
Oh faithful King, Thy truth shall abound
And Thy face shall I seek, until it is found.

Oh great and powerful, wonderful God
Thy steadfast love, is my favorite rock
To build my foundations of Thy precious Law
For if on that rock I build, I shall not fall.

Thy Rod of discipline shall always guide me
And beat back the wolves, and bruise me so lightly
For into the sheepfold you shall goad me still
Until I am found on Zion's most holiest hill.

38. Have the LORD Pecked in Thy Heart

Have the LORD so pecked in thy heart
That that death, passes over thy part;
And across the seas, do scamper abroad
And do not worship evil wicked gods.

When in chains, and strapped to the wall
Pull them down, and Kingdoms shall fall.
Destroy those wicked, unholy Philistines
In thy heart, and you shall have peace.

Do not wage war with flesh but with soul
And have your heart be purified like Gold.
Spirits of good and mercy and truth
Entertain, and they shall make you

A righteous soul above all the rest
And you shall lie down in Heaven's bed
And faithfully with grace, thy seed
Shall be given to thee for eternity.

When a giant shall stand so very tall
Take your sling, and cause him to fall
Stand your ground, and best sin's gross test
And you shall enter into eternal fest.

39. The Canaanites are Coming