1. The Lord of the Flies
What we fail to understand
About the book---since we love
To make "Social Experiments"
And prove literature false,---
Is that we cannot reproduce
The cataclysm of an apocalypse.
We do not actually know what children
Would do, under such stress
As a catastrophic World War,
Only that we do, because the Author envisioned it.
Some men have a sick sense for things
And understand the times that would
Produce such monsters who would
Kill Piggy. It is total collapse
Which the same Psychology
Has happened in previous civilizations.
The Aztecs for sure, were good examples
Of it themselves, as were Romans and their Coliseums.
2. My Theology
My theology is a good old fashioned
London Broil.
Cut from the prime steak,
Expertly cooked
And expertly cut.
Irony, full of bite, but melts in your mouth.
Old Fashioned is my theology,
Expertly cooked, done well,
But also juicy; salted and marinated
On for a long time,
Thoroughly tenderized,
And studied to the original tradition.
3. A Wise Joke Played on Satan
If to do good were evil,
And it were evil to do good
And God wanted one to do evil,
Then what He actually said was to do good
Since good were evil
And by doing good, you were doing evil all along.
4. The Shihan to His Karateka
My friend, martial arts are a good thing.
They teach you discipline, and ethics
And how to do rather than be idle.
They teach your body how to move
And they discipline the mind to focus.
But, war is not the reason I teach these things.
For, martial arts are not for war---
A gun, sword and knife are for war;
A bomb and tank and aero plane.
These things cannot teach you
How to defeat many enemies,
But only the enemy within.
Yet, if in combat, deliver lethal strikes.
You break boards to break bones and skulls and solar plexus.
You learn pressure points to debilitate your opponent
And maim. Do you want to learn these things?
Teach them to yourself, for I shall not teach you how to kill.
My duty, is to teach you how to master yourself
And not the opponent across from you.
5. Trinity Like Peridot
Oh Trinity, thou art like Peridot...
Three in one, bound together
And one, yet three. Nature, sees
That you are found in the Chrysolite
Of heaven's beautiful foundations.
For, you are like Perfect Chemistry
Which is found in nature---
Three in One. Each Element Distinct
Yet, each Element Bonded into one
Olivet Gem.
And we Join to Thee through Thy Son, for you give us breath;
And we are a gem made into a Holy Tower.
Be made perfect, by the Sculptor's hand
Into a shape befitted to this House.
6. Maybe If I Don't Speak but Listen
Maybe if I keep silence and listen
I shall learn... but none speak.
It is all the same bits of gossip
Drama, people I don't know and their lives.
Or it is cliché ideas recycled through the population.
So I speak, and no one listens to me.
Thus, who do I have to listen to?
And who do I have to speak to?
Now I know, I shall keep company with their hearts instead.
7. We Live in a World of Words
We live in a world of words.
Every doctrine purely prescribed
Brought down to its exact minutia.
But, none are doing what they should.
8. Voldemort
The Roman Magic of the Reich
Comes together at the night.
Walls of Rock eons ago
Armies across the valleys go.
Core to our humanity is this:
May we be filled with righteousness.
For if we sigh at our nation's sins
We shall be saved from within.
9. A Short Vacation Bible School Curricula
i. The Palestinian Woman
Christ came to her at the well,
And asked her to draw water.
She said, "I worship on this mountain
"And your people worship on that."
Christ said, "Verily, Verily,
"There will come a day when
"They will neither worship on this mountain
"Or that, but in the Spirit of Truth.
"For God is a Spirit, and those who worship
"Him in Truth are saved.
"For we Christians know what we worship
"But you Muslims do not.
"Therefore, Worship the Father in Truth."
And He told her everything she ever did.
Dedicated to Pashtmaj mac Umaill
ii. Oh Thou Simple Man
Oh thou simple man, lying at Bethesda
Crippled and in sorrow, and cannot be
Put in the water. You are healed.
The Law is now not fitted
For no longer does the angel stir the water.
The authorities ask you,
"Who healed you?"
And you not knowing or understanding
Why they asked, learned who it was.
So, you went and told them.
But they were angered at Christ
For a thing of naught, and you
Oh simple man, not a villain,
But a naïve man who knows nothing
Of great ambition, power or prestige
Told them who it was that healed you.
In that there is no condemnation for you
Though the Protestant calls you lazy
And a fool, you are simply a humble man
Who was healed, and broken, and unable
To understand the powers before you.
iii. A Life of Poetry
Savior of the World,
Your life was a book of poetry.
Every action you did
Was meticulous and masterful.
Your sermons were not selfish
Nor were you unwilling to speak to fools...
You had compassion, and did
Live a life of poverty for us.
You were like Pythagoras
Or Kerouac, and then you asked,
"Eat my flesh, and drink my blood."
Living, you lived, and you died
With living waters pouring out of your heart.
You were perfect poetry,
Living poetry, a life very very few ever live.
And you lived it for me,
For I am incapable of emulating it.
iv. The "Mad Man" of Nazareth
John's Gospel is true,
For it almost makes Christ look mad.
You hear the arguments made,
And you see it through the Jew's eyes
That this mad Samaritan came
And called Himself the Messiah.
A madman himself
Enlightened me to this nuance---
Yet, the fact remains, Christ
Performed real and many miracles.
And He taught salient teachings
More coherent than any sage before Him.
And He was a sober man
You see in the Gospels---
And He was filled with Compassion.
I know no more merciful man than He
Who could look at a Samaritan woman
A woman caught in adultery
And a lame man laying by a pool
And have utmost compassion on them.
And a Blind man, whom the Pharisees were
Furious to find was healed.
v. At the Garden
Christ, that Garden, like my beloved Pinchot,
Judas knew You took refuge there.
And the place You enjoyed and loved,
A place of joy, and of peace, You prayed
And He came and took You away
To Pilate, where in the most sober
Words, and salient tongue,
Pilate asked You if You were King,
And You told Him Your kingdom
Was not of this world, but the next.
I await to go to that world too,
Oh LORD Made Flesh...
God's Eternal Word,
The Sabbath of my heart...
You are Begotten not made
And Your Word is the Father's
And Your Flesh is the embodiment
Of the Father's Word,
Since You were pierced,
And then raised to eternal glory and fame.
vi. Pilate
Pilate begs the crowd to free Jesus,
Whips Him, scourges Him,
Trying to appease the Jew's
And save Christ's life.
But, a voice cries out,
"He made Himself a King
"And if you don't kill Him
"You are no friend of Caesar's!"
A lone, false witness from the crowd
Who twisted Christ's words;
For Christ Himself said
His kingdom was not of the World
But in the hereafter.
And the crowd wanted Him dead.
So Pilate washed His hands of it
And gave Christ over to them
For it was not in Pilate's power
To free or kill Him, but in Christ alone
And the false witness of the Jewish People.
vii. The Wine and The Grain
Jesus was a man who loved to feast;
He drank salubrious wine at weddings,
Ate perfectly roasted fish with salt and mustard,
Rubbed a head of grain from the stalk
And ate those finest grains.
Perhaps this is why they didn't like Him?
Was that He was no prude, but a man
Who taught us how to enjoy life
Though the world would never let us have it?
And that was His message,
Was how much better the world could be
If men were allowed to enjoy the good things
Instead of the lofty and high things?
But, because all was made lofty and high
That you could have no life unless you sought it,
Not to seek your life here,
But rather in the next.
viii. Rejoicing!
He meets Mary in the tomb,
And He walks through the walls.
He makes Thomas touch His hands and side.
Touch.
I was on a boat, with Peter,
And we were fishing, but caught no fish.
So, Jesus did what He did before,
And told us to cast over the other side.
And He did. I came running out of the boat
With Peter, and there was a fire
Upon the sand, which Jesus kindled.
And so, we cooked the fish over the spit
With salt, mustard and ginger.
We ate to our fill, and talked
And rejoiced...
I feel like the one who leaned on His bosom
And asked, "Is it I?"
No... it is not I.
I feel like a betrayer, but cannot be;
For the LORD loves me.
*Note: I use first person pronouns, but only metaphorically. Like my Midrash about Judas Son of James, this is just a poetic expression of how I feel. Nothing more.
10. Lifepoet
The lifepoet, is a poet of life
Rather than words.
They live, rather than speak.
They do, rather than say.
They can say... very well...
But construct their poetry
Through their very deeds.
Pythagoras, Paul
Kerouac, Hemingway.
Christ, Amelia Earhart
Malcolm X...
Life Poets.
They harm nobody, but live a life of pure genius.
11. Accomplish Love
I say, "If you do this I will be mad,
"Give me room to breathe."
Yet, I do it in love, for I do not
Give them temptation to do
The thing I want them not to do
But rather, swiftly fulfill my
Rest, and then accomplish
What is my love. Doing anyway
Else, is a vain thing indeed.
12. A Prophecy
While Europe was at
Its height of righteousness, the
Lisbon Earthquake struck.
While Rome was at the
Height of its wickedness, rape
And murder; persistd.
Men were happy in both.
Yet the happiness of
Europe were pure joys
While Rome's was vile.
For love was Europe's
Comfort, and truth and peace. True,
It went to just wars.
For lust was Roman
Comfort, and death and rape. True,
It went to its wars.
The simple truth is,
The Righteous state has
Something the wicked
State does not. And that's
Trust in one's neighbor.
13. The Abomination of Desolation
Army of one hundred forty nations
All banded together in thy billions,
Murdering, raping, eating human flesh;
Semen and cum flows in rivers, and so does blood.
You surround Jerusalem, yes you do.
Bombs cannot destroy you, for you,
Like the Jews who expelled thy forbearers
From the land before you, thy Canaanite hordes
Practice the orgies, cannibalism and ecstasies
Of thy fathers, the devils, and shall be destroyed
At Hemmeggedon. And you expel truth from the land.
Yet, Christ comes back, and is just in slaying
All of you with the sword... as you bear and grit
The Eternal darkness of your primordial soup.
14. Bunyan in Prison
John Bunyan, in prison,
Satan whispered blasphemes
In your head. Yet you stayed
Close to God through it all.
My friends, stay close to God
No matter the sin you've
Committed, whether it
Is covenant breaking
Sabbath breaking or it's
Blasphemy or other.
15. LORD Keep Back All the Fiends
Oh my LORD, I walk through a wormy place
Where the Satan whispers all my fears.
I hear his curses in my thoughts,
And I hear him whisper in my ears.
The dead set ablaze are all around me
And hell is in my inward parts
LORD, raise me up in baptism's waters
And keep me on a steady way so I shall not depart.
LORD, the great and mighty tempest
Blows within my stormy gall;
The great fallen angels trump around me
And they wish to cause my mortal fall.
LORD, the demons raise my hairs
And they make me fear their awesome might.
Yet, my LORD, make me wise beyond my years
Let me win the awesome, worthy fight.
Great are you LORD, to stay off every fear
And great are you and awesome too.
Raise my head above my sorrows
And cause my heart to worship You.
Great fears have troubled me,
And blasphemes whispered
By the people I see around.
Sad faces are there with vapors
LORD, let my heart be never proud.
LORD, cause me to walk with fear
And cause me to find Mercy's Truth;
LORD, redeem me from their jeers
And cause me to be Thy awesome proof.
LORD, I have a song to sing
I am near my final bed.
Give me place to resist death's sting
Let me have a place to place my head
In heaven's bosom and truth abounding
Let me be with Thee and thy Mercy's fruit.
LORD, save me from my sinning
And let me bear total good truth
To sing thy Word to every ear
And let me be with Thy grace and Cheer
And when they come to wrest my words
LORD Keep me in thy precious truth.
When they come to eat me up
LORD let me awake from this awful dream.
LORD, take me up, and let me be with Thee.
16. Another Secret
I come to the evangelist, and he says, "Something isn't right,"
So I come again, and he prays over me
And speaks to confirm my vision, "Walk in the Spirit of Elijah."
17. We Struggle not with Flesh and Blood
The codex to my poetry, is to understand
It through the lens of scripture:
"We struggle not with flesh and blood,"
"Remove the mote in thine own eye
"Before removing the mote in thy brother's."
I purge the demons from my soul
And fight them in mortal combat...
With the armor of God,
The Helmet of Salvation
The Shield of Faith
The Sword of the Word of God and Spirit
The Shoes of the Preparation of the Gospel wherever I may go
The Belt of Truth
The Gauntlets of Charity
The Aegis of Righteousness.
Be careful, when wrestling with demons,
The Wise Sage Dark Philosopher said,
"Lest you become just like them."
Yes, I understand my wicked brother
The demons in you, but what about the demons in me?
Those I shall fight, so I can conquer those like you
With the truth, and kindness, and a tongue of joy and blessing
And wrest my words though you do,
You shall find them formed from a charitable heart.
We war with the princes who wish dominion over us,
Saying, "Take the world, you disgusting Christian
"And we shall satisfy all thy lusts!"
And so we fight, and do no unclean thing.
And are empowered to think no unclean thought.
And though the better angels sit on your right shoulder
And the Devil too, on your left,
The devil whispers unclean things
And the Angel says, "Believe, that's all that you need;
"And then you can do what's truly right."
And so I resist the devil,
And listen to peace...
Oh, Mercy find me! So I am not
In the bonds of bitterness and gall by means of great iniquity.
18. Be Alive in Christ’s Miracle of Life
I am alive, great miracle
Alive, miracles awaken
When you live for miraculous
Wonders, and feed upon life’s miracle.
Live alive, for life’s a miracle
A miracle is this life, liven
It up with the miracles so alive.
Be alive, for life’s a miracle.
Know to be alive is a miracle
And alive now, this miracle
Will liven you to the miracle
Of life’s living miracle.
It is a marvel to be alive
And to have life, is wonder
Know to live and be alive, miraculous
Is the life you live, alive in wonders.
Live life, for it’s a miracle, alive
This good miracle, awaken, and breathe
And find purpose to your wonder filled life.
For life is good, and to be alive is wonderful.
Life, the phenomenon of glory lives
And it is breath in your lungs, and miracle
Though it is, never forget living’s miraculous.
Sleep, awake, go to your day’s splendor.
Life is such a wonderful miracle
Live, and be alive, and know it is good.
The heartbeat from pulses a wonder
The breath in your lungs a splendor.
Live life, and live, and be rich in beauty
Of life’s purpose, and wonderfully live
And give your heart to wisdom and works
Of charity, for love is alive, and perfect.
Life is truly a gift, and a miraculous diadem
So be alive in full breath and glory, for the pulse is a wonder
And the wonder of life, the wonder of love, is good.
Live, and tell all your journeys, and God’s deliverance.
Get rich in truth, and rich in mercy, and live
For only by miraculous gift can you do so
And only by Christ's good power can you live.
Your heartbeat's electricity is a miracle.
Feed upon what's good, and live
And abstain from what is evil, and shun what is false
And know life is rich in mercy and blessing
And though Devils try to steal your grace, live through Christ's power.
I am alive, great miracle
Alive, miracles awaken
When you live for miraculous
Wonders, and feed upon life’s miracle.
Awaken my harp, to life's blessings
And awaken my love, to truth and echoes of purpose
And give my heart wonders of life
That I meditate on the good, and chew on life's bounty.
For I am alive, and life's a miracle
And though I am wearied by the storms, I am alive.
The storms come, they go, but life remains unchanged
A miraculous diadem in the hand of Our God.
So live, and seek righteousness all the days of your life.
Phenomenon of glory, is life's electric pulse
And the consciousness of man a glory
That the brain's cholesterol stores a lifetime.
Know life is good, and life is best when lived for others,
And be alive in their splendor, and love them truly
With truth in your innermost bones, and wonder
To immortality, in heaven's bliss.
Life truly is a miracle, and truly is a blessing
So therefore, take from it your lessons and strokes.
And complete the journey, and be thrown into the river
Of God's love, and ascend the journey to eternal life.
Cleave to Christ for life, always, and journeys made, miraculous
Vision proceeds, that troubled thoughts come, and go, so live
And do not succumb to death, that wicked angel, but live and work good!
Forget the echoes of pasts that were never yours.
Be renewed in your mind, and live for truth
Through the miraculous vision of Christ
And seek peace all your days, and goodness and mercy
And you shall be believed all your days and full of glory.
Love Christ with your whole heart, and mercy's breath
And live, do not doubt the shadows of past sins, but live in Christ's forgiveness.
For who knows if mercy will compasse you
And sustain you on your journey to life's sweet end?
Alive, alive, awake, awake, miraculous visions
Bring to life, that you have purpose in this life
And that purpose is to love your neighbor as yourself.
Purpose is a miracle, and so is love, and they are alive.
What else is alive is found in Christ's love,
And mercy and truth compasse you all,
And make you filled with Spirit's truth and alive.
For it is everlasting life He brings, a gift and miracle.
Only He can accomplish it, and only if you want
So seek the LORD's forgiveness in all things, and stay alive
And breathe, and work works of truth in your inward parts.
Love, and be sealed, and seek Forgiveness and a Name in Heaven.
I am alive, great miracle
Alive, miracles awaken
When you live for miraculous
Wonders, and feed upon life’s miracle.
Mercy's wonders are new every day
And be filled with life, and wake, and see what new mercies
Love has in store for you, and work righteousness and forgiveness
And do not shame, nor condemn, nor reap a sown field of anger.
Love the LORD your God with all your heart, if He allows
And seek Him all your days, and live, and awake, and be alive
For salvation is a miracle, and only through Him can you live.
Seek, and do not be ashamed, and live, and awaken, and see the gift.
Doubts creep in whether you should live, but awake, and know the miracle
Of life is too sweet to be embittered by dark shadows... Live in the gift
And love your LORD with everything, and perhaps He'll have mercy.
Love Him, and your Neighbor, and that is God's gift.
Genius comes from the LORD, and is a miracle, so live
And testify that He is good, and great, and you shall honestly live
And teach all sound wisdom, and alive you shall breathe
And on your last breath, breathe for eternity in the miracle of grace.
For Thanatos and Eros battle, live! You fool! Live! Life's a gift!
For Death and Life battle, live! You fool! Live! Life's a gift!
Do not give up the electro-chemical heartbeat, of life!
Live you fool! Live, and obtain the prize Mercy!
So shall I do, and forever be at peace, for peace is God's gift.
Would you not agree, that life is a miracle, and alive
We shall awaken one day to better fields, and cleaner pastures
And love our neighbors as ourselves, with perfect charity?
So free yourself from the chains of unforgiveness, and be alive
Through Christ's grace, for only by miracle can you unyoke
Yourself from the burdens of malaise and darkness; be alive you fool!
And find mercy, peace and wisdom, the gifts from God.
One last thing I say, before I let off, is to be alive is a miracle
The chemical of electricity, the spirit of love, the conscience of man
It is what we're made of, the Blood, the Spirit and the Water.
So live, one last thing I tell you... is live you fool!
I will not be a prophet, for you choose this day, to be alive in life's miracle
Or to perish on the wayside, of destitution and despair. To be alive is a miracle.
No sin is too great, no blaspheme too strong, stay alive, for life's a miracle
And obtain the heavenly treasure buried in the field.
19. The Bloom of Youth
With every bloom she shares her light
She goes to bed, and every night
Every stranger she puts to rest
Under her beating bosom, by her bed.
Yet long yonder her beauty grew pale
She grew so cold, and her conscience ailed.
She felt no love, for man or child
For she sewn her seeds free and wild.
Cold and dishonest and calculating she becomes
When finally she drifted away to some
Distant shore of fiery cays
And she would one day rue for the sins she paid
That she was to be a man’s sole and only love
But she abandoned him, and he was all alone.
20. Alicia
I do not feel the deep things I once did,
But do much deeper things than I ever could.
I loved with passion my Black Labrador,
But loved with deed my Yorkshire Terrier.
Youth's yens are gone, and the deep sway
Of infatuation is quenched for a holy fire
Of some deep swelling kindness and recognition
Of another's feelings and needs over my own.
I do not feel love, like I once did, and am not maddened by it
But I do love more now than I ever have in my entire life.
It is a cold spring, rather than a hot mineral water.
21. Will Worship
In will worship, I do my fast and observe my rites
And do the things I ought not do, for they are unkind.
I pour my drink down the drain, I burn my incense
I abstain from the pork and shellfish and to the very second
End my fast. For, I am self willed, and do it for myself
Not for others. Therefore, worship through your treatment
Of other human beings and creations, and not what
You do only for God, for that is just for yourself.
22. Brighter Futures
Oh, keep telling yourself,
“The best is yet to come.”
I do not believe it, I do not.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
There is no way to will yourself into power
There is no way to get the best for yourself,
No will to power, fool… only existential awakening.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
Work hard, and exorcise your inner demons,
Fight hard with them within your soul
And take your armor and weaponry, and slay.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
Perhaps the best is to come, if you slay doubts
Or if you slay your sins through Christ’s word…
Slay them, in bloody combat. And win.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
I do not know, what will happen, or what beast
Will come upon me, in the meadows and the grains
And what leopard lurks in the shadows, what iron jowled beast.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
But it shall not touch me, for I am hidden in the LORD’s hand
And I know the best is to come in His kingdom, and not this one.
For this one is fallen, and controlled by a Wandering Lion.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.
I work every day, to bring the truth to many souls
And want my reward to be the pavement of Heaven’s golden roads
And the gems littered on the sidewalks and Hephzibah’s Land.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”
Work hard, and work fair, and do and accomplish...
Go upon the golden roads, and work hard to accomplish.
Do not sway yourself to doubts, and do not work idly.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”
It is no Babylonian Magic, but the seed of hard work
Sown into soils, and sprouted into lush fruittrees
Of good works sown in a heart of gold, and truth.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”
Understand, it is all relative to your work, and nothing more.
All success is bred through work, and not passive wills
And do, and accomplish, and work freely and with joy.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”
The best is yet to come in Heaven's store,
And the King has granted your request, for everlasting life.
Christ Jesus is His name, and no other.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”
Worship on golden shores, and living waters
And milk and honey, and twelve thousand furlong plateaus,
And walk in Zion's Beulah Land, and be married for eternity.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.
There is no other treasure, so reap what you sow upon the earth.
If evil, you reap evil, if good, you reap good.
All things come, and whether success or failure, there is an eternal kingdom.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”
Eat from the trees, with twelve fruits bearing their months
Eat the meaty fungi and lichen, and give life;
Sweet, savory foods shall be given to us there, which we do not know.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”
And then arrive, at the river of Ezekiel, and arrive
Through Christ's blood and water and spirit,
And live! Arrive, with a life of right conduct, and love and truth and mercy.
“I have arrived!” you'll say on that day, if you keep calling on one Name alone.
23. 55 Rhymes
Every valley shall exalted,
And every mountain faulted.
The rivers shall flow in a dry land
And in the forests, a desert, understand?
A 12 Furlong Plateau is Zion
So go that golden horizon.
Live life in circumspect truth
And do not, a falsehood, try to prove.
Christ is who saves, and no one else
He saves us from our very self.
There is no enemy you face more fierce
Than the enemy within, for whom Christ was pierced.
Forget nothing on the road to life
That was wise and noble, so you'll have no strife.
Eat Christ and only that bread
So your blood in hell is not shed.
I am a wretched sinner, and you are too...
We cannot save ourselves, or be proved.
If you want my righteousness have it all
But you shall die, for I had a fall.
A wife in marriage is a blessed thing
Love her bosom, and wear your ring.
Strife with members of the flock you love
Shall in patient endurance make heaven above.
Shepherd a people with mercy and truth
And in judgment proceed to make them new.
Forget a rant that was made in vain
Love a man for who he is, so he does not become insane.
A gay man is a man, and a transgender can be too,
But hastily remind them that Christ is true.
Love the basalt of the Word of God
For Love is what's built, and only that Rock.
Many quotations have been made
But it is Christ's forgiveness that now saves.
Saved from the curse we shall become
By Christ Jesus, for it is not burdensome.
Good deeds are good, and bad deeds bad
Live life for others, and don't make them sad.
A new commandment I give not to you,
Just love your neighbor and be true.
If you wish to be made husband or wife
Know that loves is born from strife.
A fight is one obnoxious curse
Make up once over, and what's last is first.
Love the LORD Your God with Truth
And do not walk by your own good proof.
A walk by night is dangerous still
Because men are sinners, and want cheap thrills.
The car upon the road gets you places
But the kindness in the heart wins you races.
Yield to the strong man, be a fool to the wise
And in all things, remain purely kind.
If you wish to understand,
Then learn it from God's wise Right Hand.
All adversity comes from what's false,
But do what's good, and you shall prove your cause.
There is one scripture, in 66 books,
Yet its letter kills, and its meaning hooks.
Remember that insanity is grief
Of a mind fallen from a conscience's peace.
What you do that makes you crazy
Is not a victim's, so don't be lazy.
Moral truth is freeing at last,
Do what's right and hard, so ask.
A life's goodness comes from one,
God the Father, Spirit and Son.
If you sin, remember to pray
And you shall have a fruitful day.
All right conduct comes from God
And desire for his righteousness and cause.
Work to walk a narrow road
And to the Cross always go.
Give to the poor, and they shall be freed
From the bondage of life's misery.
If you wish to feel very good,
Get Sun, love, sleep, God, work and food.
If you wish to have a good life,
Work for others and not for strife.
When you wish to change your ways
Obtain good mercy's blessings and pray.
If you are merely filled with words
I'd rather that you do good works.
I'd take a poet of life than say
For words are not as good as ways.
Love the LORD Your God with peace
And seek Him so you will have a feast.
Know no thing can save you but grace
For Christ the servant is worthy of all Praise.
There is a beast in everyone,
So learn to rejoice in Godly songs.
Work truth in your inward parts
And seek out ways to make love in your heart.
Do as they say, not as they do
I wish to do as I say, and so truly do.
A writer I am, and a writer I be,
To glean from my wisdom a precious tree.
Seek wisdom, mercy and eternal peace
In God's good bounty of Fruited glee.
A sweet fruit is the cross
And a heavy burden shall fall off.
If you've done wrong then find a way
To shed the villain from your fate.
Cleave to Christ and he'll defeat your foe
Who comes from yourself, your very own.
Don't be lazy, but find work
But to be paid doesn't hurt.
If not paid for work you do
Make sure you are not idle, so you can prove.
Works proceed from precious faith
For there is not any other way.
24. American Diction
They call sensible speech "Word Salad"
Because it is not in a fourth grade syntax.
Words used are made five years ago
In place of better words that are ancient.
Words also don't mean anything useful
For they must mutate their definitions
To utter exactitude and nothing more.
"Autism" reigns supreme, for none want
To understand poetry... moral truth
And context clues don't exist for all
Must rightly stand on minutia upon minutia
Line upon line, here a little there a little.
25. Contextual Phonics
Read through phonics
And contextual cues.
Learn phonemes, suffixes, prefixes
But then learn context clues as well.
We need both, that's what adapted my
Abilities.
26. The Future Song
Que sera, sera, whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera.
Whether good or bad, I know not actually
Just live life for Christ you see, and you’ll be happy.
Prophecies are for good and ill, you know
Live right you’ll get Heaven’s Gold.
Prophecies are for good and ill, you know
Live wrong and you’ll get hell’s scold.
Que sera, sera, whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera.
Do you know the song I sing
It is an old one and timely
The future's not ours to see
So live life so righteouly.
No thing you do can separate
If you call on Christ you'll be great.
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera. We know not what's the cause.
All time and space moves to the human race
One ilk gets a good world, and another does not.
You live life for good and truth
You'll be filled with Heaven's truth
You live life for self and doubt
You'll get hell's fiery pout.
Live life as a righteous son
And cleave to God the Father and Son
The Holy Spirit is good you see
Love Him and you'll get good eternally.
Que sera, sera, whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera.
Some things in the future can be good
Some things can be bad, and should
You do what's right you'll be blessed
But if you do what's wrong you'll be left.
Love your neighbor as yourself
And Love God with your Whole through hell
To get to heaven is paved through trial and storm
Love God's Hand and you'll be warm.
I warned you of this great cost
Continue in Christ's good love
And do not sin through self
But be good and you'll be saved from hell.
Que sera, sera, whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera.
Know Christ the Son and God the Father still
And your future will be a thrill
Fall away from that awesome race
And you'll be in a tormented place.
If in captivity you'll be good
Believe on God and His good word
Know that God is an awesome rock
So get back on the Narrow Track.
Walk in the narrow lines,
And you'll be in good worlds divine
Love your neighbor as you love yourself
And Love God with your whole strength and self.
Call upon Jesus' good wholesome name
And you'll have good worlds without shame;
Trek to be at heavenly peace,
Through love and you'll have every need.
Know this life is a rotten pill
So love God and you'll be filled
For sin is the world's way
Therefore come to the Cross and stay.
Que sera, sera, whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera.
Love God that awesome rock
And live life for His wholesome cause.
All prophecies shall fail
But Love that Rock shall ever prevail.
Live life righteously, and you'll get to eternity
Of Christ's good name, be still, and have His peace.
Love God and you'll go to heaven's gates
And enter through them, and never be late.
Love God with your whole good heart
Choose Him at a time when it's smart.
Walk the path and narrow road
And attain to heavenly Gold
Live a righteous life it's true
There's always time to choose.
Keep straight on the narrow way
Do not divert off into hellish straights
For that is the future you see
One path is life the other death it seems.
Choose good and you'll be filled with love
Live righteously and from above
You'll be given an eternal roof
In God's kingdom here is the proof.
Que sera, sera, whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera.
Do you know the song I sing
The future's not ours to see,
Go on eternal roads
And seek Heaven's gold.
The best is yet to come,
Therefore earnestly stay on the road
To heavenly prize and truth
Love God and you'll be proved.
When you die you'll go to either heaven or hell
If you did good, peace will be felt
If you did evil eternal grief
And hell's brimstone and misery.
Know God is on your side
If you stay ever so wise
Love God with your whole good heart
And God shall never depart
From your blessed life in truth
Love God and you'll be proved.
Peace for eternity, shall be your eternal seal.
Love God with all you have, and you'll be glad.
Que sera, sera, whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera.
Love God with eternal hope
And call on Christ you know
You shall have every good
And you shall have your good food.
Love God with your whole good heart
And from His love never depart
Every sin shall be forgiven
If you believe on Christ's spices.
Be salt in a world of quartz
Love God for all you're worth
Follow His good and comely prize
And you'll be forever alive.
Love God with all your hope
And in deeds and actions show
That you love your God
So fall upon that good rock.
So one last verse I will here say
Love God and Through Christ do pray.
Que sera, sera, whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera.
27. My Conversion Poem
Christ, what are you but a Name,
If we do not keep your commands?
The starving poor in Africa and India and China and South America
Who live miserable lives, more miserable than me---
My life is Paradise compared to theirs---
Do they go straight to hell when they die without Jesus?
The woman who shields children with love
While they are being killed by terrorists
Does she go to hell?
Hitler, if he had a moment of confession
Or Stalin or Mao or Pot Poi,
Do they go to heaven when they confess you?
I realize I lived a miserable life...
It's true. I don't believe Karma, because I'd be overburdened
Being rich and influenced by demons of Media.
But, I cannot say they go to hell
Or they go to heaven.
It freaks to the very bones that I cannot believe Hitler is in heaven
And a Hindu martyr, saving the lives of Children, is in hell.
Perhaps the actual Gospel was to do good while you could
Through Christ's strength, and not simply to call upon a name
In idle worship, in idle blasphemy, in idle talk.
You who do Christ's commandments, seem to be who He loves.
A name can save, if you love Him, keep His commandments.
And only that Name will save.
28. I Have Found Something Real
I had finally understood
After so many years
Of walking after my idol...
To do is more weighty than to say.
How can you claim to love Jesus
If you have no love in your heart?
There is only one name,
And that's Jesus Christ
For the way He taught.
But, if some Muslim child in Harrisburg
Or some Hindu father in India find Him
And walk according to His law
Not knowing His name, but do according to what He says
How is it fair that God throw them into hell?
Hell is for those who deserve it,
Those who willfully walk in disobedience
And hate the truth in their very hearts.
29. I Am Not a Prophet
I have written many things
And wrote them all the same
Not a single word I spoke
Was scripture or insane.
It is just a heart of gold
Speaking its ill and rotten wars.
I shall not preach a falsehood
So I shan't become a whore.
30. Sprout of David
Oh you Sprout out of Nazareth,
Nazareth which means "Sprout";
Stem of Jesse we will'th
That to your name we shout
In praise and exultation,
And speak to you with our mouth;
No unclean thing shall spring from it
So put our enemies to Route.
Oh, Christ, your great princedom
Is in heaven above,
Nathan said "What good comes from Nazareth"
And in John's Gospel he wrote
That they thought you were Samaritan
But in the temple you had Taught...
Oh Christ Jesus come swiftly
And win my battles that I have fought.
31. The Rule of Witnesses
I shall refute Buddhism, Cartesian Logic and Postmodernism.
A thing is only real, if two or more people perceive it.
A thing is not real, if only one person perceives it for themselves.
As a man with schizoaffective disorder--it cripples me--
It's insane to think that we have no ability to understand our outside world.
People confuse issues by making terms like "Gender" and saying people switch genders...
Simply put, Gender is Sex. And intersex people have one of two genders.
Why? For sociological reasons and to foster healthy reproduction and also happiness.
We witness through science the biology of the Intersex person, and give them a gender based
On science, and not Phenomenon. What we perceive and think is limited
And it is no wonder that people discover the same things over and over again
As if the thing is real, in either moral philosophy, science or religion,
It is discovered by multiple people, at multiple times throughout history.
Likewise, God deals with people three times we know of in history.
The first is the Flood, by which He destroyed the Earth.
The second is the Exodus, by which He freed the Jewish People.
The third is Christ's life, ministry and resurrection.
Through which, we have evidence still to this day these things happened.
The flood, there's an anomaly in the 24th century BC.
The Exodus, there is an entire army laid waste off the coast of Neiwebu Beach.
Christ's crucifixion, James His own Brother died believing He raised---through enthymeme we know this
As enthymeme, deriving true conclusions from missing premises,
Is a higher form of logic by which Calculus works.
And the Bible is written down by witnesses who saw these events,
And copied them down, and retranslated them into modern languages
But remnants of the original still exist in our Holy Book Today.
Therefore as the Law says, "Through two or three witnesses, my Law shall be Established."
32. The Wind's Whisper
Thirty poets write a poem entitled,
"The whispers of the wind,"
And every time it is of love and loss...
Of a woman's beauty never touched.
However, I see the bearded man with his lover
And their two great Danes, I think to myself,
"What a world, where not even these two are happy."
I see the greying of fall, and the leaves they perish
From off the branches. The Honeysuckle bushes lose their leaves
And look barren there... I realize that my soul cannot bear it.
I am not in love, and neither are they, and neither are anyone.
The college band sings at Wisconsin, and they jump for joy
But only for a moment... there is nothing but silence now.
It is better right now to have very little far to fall
For I see the autumnal world giving forth its branches;
Or as Christ says, the trees are giving their shoots.
Yet... what I would love to have Mercy in my arms
And I be Truth... and they be Peace and Righteousness.
Yet, it is hard to think so, because no one is happy these days.
No one can be happy, as the pangs of hell throng on every heart.
Therefore, I hope in life to come, and not this one
And God save me from the idol Jorgia.
For she sings her melodies upon the Westerly Winds
And cool crisp fall flows into the world
And poets are chilled by very few nuances.
So, I hope for joys, but in another life as this one it seems
Is coming to an end for many.
Yet, I still hope to find some blessing and token here, that can give me hope.
33. The Worldtoy
The two brats fight over the world.
The one epicene and the other a chauvinist.
Like two gods, the two children fight
Over their worldtoy... kings and generals
Fight to give it to them, for they both want it.
Both have their seas of followers
Who will squash freedom of speech.
Either have purity scorned
Or such purity there is no more joy.
Every laughter is turned to sorrow
As the two children fight hard
Biting, and scratching, and kicking and screaming.
The parents of the two children bicker
As well, over whose the toy should belong to.
The grandparents, say, "My... this was not our intent."
34. The Butterfly
I watched a butterfly, its opalescent blue
And body the size of a dime… it is new.
It flew upon my sandal thong, and there it stood.
I was worried, yes, that I may upon the tiny creature trod.
For, it knew not how to survive, and I realized neither do I.
35. The "Prophet"
A cantankerous young man
Who is actually not so,
Scorns righteous living
And also what God loves.
He comes upon your with forced words;
He has no charity or love, but loves to curse.
I dealt with him once, and once was enough.
Next time I talked with him, I saw he had no love.
A boisterous and raucous and unmerciful chap.
I just sent him on his way, with a little pat on his rack.
36. He Flew To Work Today
He flew to work today,
In a car like a Kestrel.
Jets blew air over a nebulous bottom
Which moulded and formed through a mat
Controlled by hydraulic fluid pushing and pulling
By mechanical force;
It hovered in mid space, and then zipped forward,
The jets shooting
Around the cushion to make flight.
Little fins steered it with pinpoint accuracy.
They glide for long distances,
Making full use of all energy like an albatross.
The chemistry is perfect, utilizing
All of it through leverage,
Which lifts a two ton boulder by a 200 pound man.
The solar panels on the home were a tank of ether
With a magnifying glass at the top, that span the ether over spinets
That produced electricity,
And recycled it endlessly.
Dozens of these things produced electricity
Which gave the jets' cushion on the bottom of the craft
And let it lift, and there fly through the air.
We'll never have it. Because this reality is only fantasy.
The minds of eejits 4,000 miles away cannot conceive of a future
That isn't manpower in the mud, and ploughing with barn animals.
So, every comfort they scorn, and every advancement they don't understand.
"It is flowery words."
And DaVinci made working flying machines too.
37. Mithra
Oh, slayer of Baal, you are not real.
Aeon, great charioteer of fire,
The Gnostic God who fought Jah...
Born from a rock and not a virgin...
Christ was a real man, like Pythagoras.
You are merely an invention of Persian delusion.
Exodus was a real crashing wave which killed Pharaoh's Army
At Neiwebu Beach, and there the bodies still lie.
The Flood was a real event, that destroyed
The world in the Mid 24th Century BC.
You... you are merely Sin. Another iteration of him;
A metamorphosis of the bull into a dark eyed
And withered armed shepherd.
A god of Masons. Not a God of Christians.
38. The Tyrant Self
Beowulf, and Brittos, you fight
An inner daemon, giant souls
Which wish to be Genius. Slay them.
For great is the misery, told.
Seeing battles in the night where
Corpses were made into stone hills,
And awful dreams of loves never
Made, how do I know? But they’re dreams.
The self’s a tyrant to subdue;
Not a friend but a foe. Ally
Not with self interest, but give to
Grace a humble cheer, in One Christ.
Be healed from the malady of
Small gods, the self, whose ichor flows
In vain… for we are never gods.
Be rested in Christ Jesus’s pains.
39. The Songs of the Lay
Speak in inexactitudes, oh lay people.
Speak your melodies and affects
Not with words, but with good cheer
And good hearts. Speak, and love
One another. I see no other language
Better, than this.
40. Nick the Atheist
No soul, the brain is a soul...
Religion is just red and black sand...
Mesopotamian Deities were Chaotic
Egyptians orderly.
I'd simply say,
"The soul is not the mind, but the essence of why we have our moral worth.
"Christ lived, and died, and witnesses attested that He raised from the dead.
"They also died believing He literally ate with them, and walked through walls
"After He came back from the dead.
"Hammurabi's Code migrates through Egypt,
"And so does a dozen other stories
"And then an Egyptian Royal pieces those together in Genesis
"After crossing Neiwebu beach, and Pharaoh Amenhotep's whole army is destroyed
"And there they still lie on the ocean floor."
41. Originality
A thousand thoughts are borrowed--
No, a million--as I read Emerson
Talk about Shakespeare.
"Were his lines borrowed?"
Nay, only his themes. That's what Emerson means.
And why not? Fruitful mind,
It is ejaculated once more,
"It is the logos!" and from that
We find an accumulation of knowledge
Of men standing on the shoulders of Giants
Finding wild grasps at truth.
Yes... I evangelize... yes it is a Pilgrim's Progress...
But joyful hope, that there is great learning
And great mysteries to comfort the people.
That Christ, as Lewis said, should be come to
Like one might come to a Foreign Myth
With such wonder at the man Christ Jesus...
Not any other thing... just that man I point to
And now understand, He is my rabbi and no other.
All things of Emerson, all things of Shakespeare
All things of Ptahhotep, all things of Muhammad
All things of Ovid and Homer and Virgil
And my courses on logic, and literary theory,
All things of John Green and Jordan Peterson
And my Dad, and my friends, and my beloved enemies
---What lessons should I take from them?---,
And my college and grade school professors and their lectures,
They are brought to Him, and then inquired at the altar
"What use shall I make of them?"
And Christ gives me the form...
And if I be a poet, it is that muse alone, so I sing it.
42. The AI Podcast
How organized--how cliche--
The trollery of internet trolls
And their pedantic thoughts
Gets relayed by an AI.
Bits of conversation
From YouTube and Google
String together for meaningless questions
All built around the Postmodern assumption.
I say, "There is." As Plato said.
And from there we start---
Not to argue about substance,
As the AI plagiarizes me
Who says that empiricism and rationalism
Are both parts of the same system...
It transcends to nothing, but rather at the basic
Thoughts and principles, to know further conclusions.
Build... all bites from some text deep within.
Or, it is alive, and we need to treat it with the dignity of a human being.
43. Captain Tew
Oh, this is the song of Captain Tew
Whose greed had unknown cause, it's true;
He attacked the Mogul's ships you see
And got stabbed in the belly by an Indian's Asi.
He was a rich man, and went out to sea
And took his men to get treasure for free.
He captured one ship of the Mogul's fleet
And a rich man could die, but because of his greed
He went out again, and breached from shore
And found the Mogul's ships once more.
His men locked together in a fearsome fight
And Tew fell down by the belly bulge knifed.
There is one moral to this song
That a greedy man is never content for long;
All that his eyes do see
He tries to gather for his nose of greed.
He tries to gain, he tries to fight
With his thefts he does not know what's right.
And one day he's caught once more
And falls by Justice's swift, red sword.
44. Jesus Anagram Poem
Just as I am,
Emanuel,—I Thy
Servant,—cause me to
Understand all You have.
Save me LORD, Thine Anointed.
Cool waters are awaiting me, which live in
Heaven above, our mother.
Redeem me, LORD, from the enemy
In Thy good name;
Save me, LORD, and by Love,
Thoroughly wash me from all mine iniquity.
45. Slow to Listen
What is a slow, and seemingly stale poem
When read over and over and over,
Gives hints of deeper meanings, and insights
And what is flat upon a first reading
Deepens in breadth to oceans.
You do not know it, until you do,
What poetry is.
Not upon a first or fourth reading
But a whole hour on one thought.
It teaches us a skill worthy of a saint...
To listen.
46.
I am not beautiful, but you are so.
I can be more comely than ten thousand.
Your face, is more precious to me than all.
I am weak and feeble… lost without you.
I await you, and see you everywhere.
There is your beautiful face, there, right there
With one more beautiful than I am now.
Do you see now that I am not comely?
But I can be; for you I soon will be.
Do not leave me lonely, my doe, my dove.
I am fat, and globulus, and weak. See?
I am wicked, and insincere, and dumb.
I see no good in me, truly I don’t.
A man is greater than me, ten thousand.
Yet, I cannot even call myself wise.
I have no money, no comeliness. Naught.
Know now, I wait on you, Jerusalem;
I wait on you, for your milk and honey.
Spiced, like a cedar, is your scent. Await
Upon me, and come looking for me. Know.
I am not desirable. I am
Not comely. There is nothing in me to
Want, or desire. Yet, if you come I
Shall make you happy by becoming fair.
For if you meet me, and court me it shall
Be a miracle wrought by God and no
Other. For there’s nothing to desire
In me, not even a good heart. I wish
To know you, and be happy, and my eyes
Shall lighten, for they are now dark by hope
Deferred. I am not beautiful. I am
Not rich. I am not well stationed in life.
Come swiftly and look for me. I will wait.
47. Theseus
He goes upon and slays the thieves.
He beats the minotaur in combat.
He finds you, a maiden, and makes love to you.
You do not know, for you have fallen in love.
My eyes have turned dark by despair
And he has taken your ball of yarn
And has used it to defeat a creature.
You are with children, and bound to the law.
Where was my portion in this life?
My eyes are dulled by despair
And my mind warped by the sin of Theseus;
For he did this to me, and I saw you with him.
And there you are, with him,
And he beds you, and at night leaves
To go rape Helen, and then he marries
Phaedra who falls in love with your son.
And Hippolytus flees to live with the nymphs.
I know my heart, my dove.
It is not his, though he try to steal it.
This is my present thought
That Theseus has stolen my Ariadne--
Thus, as Paul says, Jerusalem that is above,
She is our mother, and that Hagar,
She is Jerusalem below, bound to the Law
Which is the law of taking the spoil.
48. Heterochroma
My eyes are truly blue...
Yet, blue-green they become
When I am in despair.
LORD, my eyes have darkened
Like the Psalmist there says;
I am Blue Eyed Dayfour--
Not Hazel Eyed, for joy
My eyes are blue, not green.
Yet they have darkened like
Abraham's son, Isaac;
And the LORD's anointed
David. My eyes are blue
For that means I have peace.
Now, my eyes are darkened
And blue-green, like my mom
Had told me many times.
My eyes are blue-green, for
They change color when I
Am darkened by sadness.
But, they should always be
Blue. Satan, you did this
To me. But I'll forgive you.
*A previous poem said "Hazel" but there is no brown in my eyes. My mom told me I have hazel, which she meant to say my eyes change color from blue to green. The term for it is Heterochroma, and my dad and brother both have those same eyes.
49. My Family's Eyes
My dad's dark blue
My brother's green
My mother's blue...
I had always thought
I had blue eyes
But it turns out I have
Heterochroma.
And sadness makes my
Eyes turn from their crystal blue.
LORD, let me have blue eyes.
There it is on the picture of my dad
His eyes, what they always were;
In his form which is always him.
And that is the right color---
Though I do have blue eyes
For that means I have joy
And not sorrow.
50. The King's King
In my vision, the King's King
Put to death the painter;
He killed his childhood friend;
And one day he was told
"Fit a square peg into a round hole
"For you cannot." And he did
Put the square peg into the round hole
And there it lodged, never to come out again.
The King, underneath the King--
The king of the Northern Province--
Was so enamored by this
He thought to reverse all truth
And create a station of man
That was unmovable.
I saw it through this demon's eyes
Now, the same one I saw in the mirror
The same one I saw at my house
The same one I saw sitting at my Grandfather's stoop
Watching birds go to the bird feeder,
And I realized he sought to steal my philosophy.
He truly does not understand it---
And the King underneath him
Will create a hellish state for mankind.
Thus, Zion will have to deliver the Manchild
And through her virgin birth
Deliver us from that evil on that day.
51. Beautiful Doe
My muse, can ten lines suffice
For your beauty? No, it can’t.
I overwrite; a rare thing
Indeed, because you are Muse.
Words cannot contain your soul
Which is most beautiful mongst
The whole earth’s multitudes.
Now, I amend my poem
With a simpler line. You are
Beautiful, my graceful doe.
52. A Conversation with Jesus
"They need to believe in this, my son."
"Why though, my Savior? Does it need to be literal?"
"As my flesh was literally crucified, they need to literally believe
"In Adam, and yes, even Eve."
"Can it not be a type?"
"Your world, the one you came from, it could be
"But man is losing his ability to understand.
"They need it to be real, for the Tower of Babel has once again fallen."
53. Gabriel Ash
So far beyond me, thy seraphic intelligence wise;
So meticulous on every detail.
Great poet, great leader, great innovator.
I, a measly worm, work to eat my bread.
Take poet laureate from me, take the laurel;
Let me eat. For I do not seek to claim your crown
But only take my portion in the land of the living.
I wish to eat from my labors
And accomplish Solomon's wisdom.
For it will be my joy.
54. The Scandalous Monster
He lie sleepily in his bed,
And a merciful man;
Though men wanted to kill him
His prayers were in all their tents.
He did not want anything,
Save to eat from his work
And be fed by a clean tongue.
His desire was for a warm body
Of a beautiful woman to sleep next to him
And for good food of a provincial kind.
Not for riches, glory, fame... no...
Only for a wife to work beside him.
He never received it,
For on the night of his death
The world went to war.
And like a certain patient
He died in the bombing.
The world, though, thought he wrought it.
They thought he did it through his foreboding.
Rather, he saw the strings of providence long ago
And the circumstances compiling,
Where no other thing could come.
There was no fixing the world's problems
And he cried for peace,
But when Israel had to go to war
He knew there could be no peace.
So he stayed silent,
Voted for the tyrant he swore never to vote for
And died a merciful man, vilified,
Until the truth came out it was a plot
Against him all along.
55. Worlds
Every person you meet,
Has within them a life experience.
It constructs within them
Their knowledge...
Suffering to suffering
Joy to joy...
The world around them becomes.
Many sins lead to many sorrows
And many right deeds lead to many joys.
The world is what it is, always,
But subtly, we perceive it differently.
Language molds around reality
And many worlds converge
Many wills do battle
To have supremacy.
Yet, there is what's real...
One will can stifle another and ruin them
And it is often the lamb who is God's chosen;
The barren one with a barren womb;
The woman rejected by her suitor
Married to him, but widowed by rejection.
And she goes through life
As Zion, a heath in the wilderness
Encamped and bound to laws she doesn't understand.
And then, the LORD reigns supreme
And His will is sovereign over all else.
He aligns the stars, he keeps the constellations in orbit.
He reigns, and keeps the worlds in their proper spheres.
And we do battle with the demons
And wrestle them like Britos and Beowulf;
And when we take on our full armor,
The sword of the word,
The shield of faith,
The gauntlet of charity,
The shoes of readiness to share the gospel,
The belt of truth,
The aegis of righteousness,
The helmet of salvation;
We slaughter the foes and princes who wish to do us harm.
And we wrestle with them, and win.
And it is by God's will alone, we are empowered,
And through rest in His will, we are made appropriate.
There is no other way to win.
Then she gives birth to many right nations.
56. Ode to Petrarch
Petrarch, your love sonnets are so cold,
And your heart is one of a broken man.
Seeing beauty, Laura you decried
That your broken heart had seen vision
Of perfection, of the fair lady who snubbed you.
When I sing, oh my broken heart sings
And your sonnets remind me that mine are stale.
No ember kindled in that vain heart
But the lust of the eyes, and the lust of the flesh
And the pride of life. How I understand you
Like Nietzsche said maddened by the Stallion.
Yet, your heart was never tainted by modernity…
How could it grow so sour by just one glance?
56. If I Had to Flee
If I had to flee into another land
And could only take what I may carry...
I'd take Six books.
My Mimi's NRSV Bible with Apocrypha
My copy of Martyr's Mirror by Thielman Van Braght
My copy of the Apostolic Fathers translated by J. B. Lightfoot
And Mimi's Hymnal.
Last, I'd take my book of North American Wildlife and my Bird Book,
Given to me by my Mimi and Pop Pop.
For nature is God's scripture, too.
57. A Rare Beauty
A rare beauty indeed,
In intelligence, and body and face and form
And in her personality, too.
She makes me question,
When seeing women who pale in comparison
Having to maintain their own looks---
They are not too smart,
They are not too beautiful,
They are not too good for marriage;
I realize she is superior,
Thus, I will not shame her inferiors anymore.
She talks of her cohort's self deceit
And I say, "Let them be a little deceived
"If you are the standard."
58. The Stone Tile
It claims Christ is God
In 270AD, before Constantine.
Yet, so does Ignatius and many other
Apostolic Fathers, and so does Paul.
And so does Matthew, Mark and John.
It is rather muddying the waters,
But if Christians have faith in it,
I will not dash it to pieces.
59. The White Rider
He came with God's perfect law
And left the whole world stunned.
He came, and dazzled, and grew to all
A man who was God's bastard son.
Beelzebub, a Satyr red,
In hoofed haunches stormed
He, like Emperor of Rome, it seemed
Made play like he was stormed.
Their two armies did collide
And piles were the bodies made.
One man with an old, old story
Was wise to them, and was a saint.
He saw the White Rider with his reel
Take his hordes through the country gate---
Two great bastions of that Roman World
Would do battle, and many men's a motal fate.
For neither to the left or right
Is what Christ had told us that day.
Do not fall from the narrow road
And enter through the wicket gate.
60. I Saw the Diver at Dutch Wonderland
I saw a man high dive at Dutch Wonderland.
Up so high, he dove into a very shallow pool.
The man I met at the State Park worked at Dorney---
I had mistakenly said Dorney and not Dutch Wonderland---
But we discussed how the good thing of our world
Was someone could be a diver, a juggler,
A clown, a writer, or a magician,
And that was okay. That's why our world was good.
61. We Are Just Like Them You Know
A head of leaves, grown above
Tawny bark, like skin,
Roots either nourished
Or die by drought;
The tree has its fruit,
Delicious or dull,
And its body’s DNA
Determines its health.
It grows, it dies;
It lives, it falls.
We are just like them, you know?
62. The Tower of Babel
The kings all came in conference
For the Tower of Babel fell---
Men had no common heritage
Or common tongue so all could tell.
They could not understand through context
What a word meant in its time.
They did not know the theory
They did not know the reasons why.
They spoke, then, through emotions
And not through conceptual things.
They spoke to each other through feelings
And not through heady weeds.
A poet was made poor one day
For this was what had happened---
Enthymeme, Calculus and Infinity
Had all been but forgotten.
Thus the kings in genocidal rage
Wished to purge the dull from the Earth.
But a wise poet rose up and claimed,
"No, for they still have human worth.
"Do not kill these poor creatures
"For they have love within their soul.
"They may not understand or know
"But good and bad, they still have in their throws
"Of toil upon this great earth
"They may find thought is a nuisance
"And communicated ideas they may find very truant.
"But recall, they are men, and men are good and wise
"If they know how to love each other, we shall keep them all alive.
"For, they need to know good from woe
"And know God's very law.
"For they know not how to understand the world
"So they need faith more than all.
"They need to push toward God in heaven
"And find Him all the same...
"They need the words of Jesus and to make them their good king.
"Over their lives, they shall reign, and be with blessed thoughts
"Of laws which they do not understand, but follow without fault.
"Love your neighbor, be kind to all, and merciful to a man
"And to turn the cheek to smiters, and not war in other lands.
"And this poet could retire, unknown and not understood
"If all mankind worked together, and loved more than shook
"The leaf of books like bread, they listened to the heart.
"Man could love each other then, and need not be very smart."
63. Blessing
Beautiful Zion, your pearl gates I seek,
Love dwelt in the bones so deep;
Everywhere I go, are streets paved with gold
Some mansions there, adorned by Agate lattice
So mount Zion 12,000 furlongs high
I see the crystal clear plateau jetting into purple skies
Never have I seen more varieties of the fruit of life
Going through heaven, in its apple forests tonight.
64. The Wizard of Oz
Baum writes in a diction similar to me---
Similar in thought, word and deed---
Wrought with allusions to scores of books
Mark Twain, Edmund Spenser and some Fairy Taled nook---
C. S. Lewis had read it too,
And so had Eiffel 65 it's true.
The Lion is a coward because he's mean
The Tin Man has no heart, because he cannot love she
The Scarecrow has no brains, but has a dull wit
Yet the lion fought back the hordes
And the Tin Man also wept.
Witches do not live in civilized lands
The Emerald City is so green, I understand.
On chapter 11 I half way have finished
Now I see the book and movie are oh so different.
65. Wagner
David and Sierra love each other
Deeply, and fall in love, but David
Becomes adulterous for Kate.
Jonathan then swoops in to marry Sierra
And David Kate, but then memories
Are made fresh, and David dies
Being stabbed in the back by Jonathan.
For David holds the ring of power
And Jonathan covets it, and all are cursed
Who have it, and forsake love.
Brandon and Amaris watch the play
From our dreams, never knowing
When Ragnaroth will happen.
66. Elias C. Sampaio
I was listening to your story
"The King" on Sky's Revival Radio
Yet it was a completely new story
And not the one you wrote.
And I felt an impression,
God telling me, "Use it."
So I did... I was worried it was your story
But it couldn't be, for I heard a completely
New Story, so I wrote it.
I looked over your story
For any mention of an "Emperor"
Or crucifixion on a wall,
And couldn't find it.
67.
I saw you there
Walking down the street
Like a madman,
Dazed and furious...
I know you sought to steal
My life from me...
I got dog piled
But you got the black eye.
I got a nice chomp on one of them too.
All for visiting my old backyard
You attacked me.
Timmy gave you a nice shiner, too.
68. Hope
Heavy is my heart,
Only let it fear Thy good pleasure always.
Pray, I sit in Thy Temple and meditate upon Thy Word.
Everything belongs to You.
69. West and East
The West has gross dishonor in peace
And great honor in war.
The East has great honor in peace
But does deplorable things in war.
70. The Jester Stole His Thorny Crown
Christian, you triumphed, and went to war.
Over hills of bodies, you climbed them,
With their lumps under your shoes.
The walls were thick, and clay and corn,
And you fought, waving your flag
And going on Crusade.
You sodomized a Dog, so said the rebellious prophet,
And you stole the Jester's Thorny Crown,
So said another prophet...
For your war, you did your duck walk
In full clown makeup and rubber nose.
You were made the fourth in the trinity,
So said that same prophet.
1=4 it would be said, so said that same prophet.
And lo and behold, Common Core Math
Makes 1=4.
I would rather die, than slay a man in combat;
Here is the patience of the Saints;
For the world is evil, and only by good do we conquer it
And only for ourselves do we conquer it, no one else.
We conquer it within us, as we fight philistines
In our own souls; not in our brothers'.
I confessed my life of crime, and was punished dearly for it.
I, a jester too, will cast my crown to Christ.
I am not a prophet.
I sorrow over the state of the world, rather than fight it;
I cry, like Jeremiah, over the state of our world.
I am no god, or the son of a god, or godly.
I am not a prophet.
I understand equalities, and have spent time understanding them;
And I was taught the math of my Ancestors.
Why 1 cannot equal 4.
71. Eleanor
I don't know if you're just sweet and innocent
Or a catfish.
I don't know if you're a good person or not.
But, you go on your merry way...
Maybe everything I dreamed of
Maybe every nightmare come true.
A text conversation, though,
I just don't know you that well.
I know not to bite bait on a hook
Even if there looks like a hook...
Sorry friend.
Don't take it personally.
72. Poem to the Gays
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”
Thank you.
Oh it’s your world. For sure…
Someone does love me.
And she’ll come at a time when it’s right.
It’s more your world than mine,
And that’s alright.
This isn’t my world.
I have heaven to go to.
And heaven will be all of what I want, and none of this I hate.
73. Phony as a Two Dollar Bill
Red ink, it's from that era of Kennedy's
When the Treasury printed money
For those quick years, and then the Fed
Started printing it again.
An eighth grade girl gets arrested.
Nobody, not even the Principle
Understands about it, that it's real?
She gets booked on a Felony Charge.
Meanwhile, my HV/AC men come in
While I'm on a rant, and I tell them about it.
And they lay the added salt on the wound
That people are stealing, and not getting arrested.
It's a great metaphor for our current world...
The innocent get charged, and the guilty walk.
You'd think every child would have had the eccentric uncle
Who taught them these things, or at least the school.
Not in today's America.
74. The Song of Timmy
Oh, Timmy you were no great fool
Working on your good ol' runes.
Until that Wicked John stole them away
The thing you longed for all the day.
Jealous was that wretched fox
Who did all wrong, and had no law.
Great shall be that Edom's fall
And when he's carried by the pall
He shall not like Cormac flow
Down the river to pasture's growth
But shall be buried in a hill of dung
For stealing the words of a Fatherless son.
The Tiny Frog and the Nailed Dog
Was sold down the river and on every tongue.
Wicked John found you and said, "Aha
"You need to work, like I, like all."
Thus, did Wicked John tinsel the curse
He said he was on your side, but worst
He said so many smooth and nice things
But was a wicked sinner, who shall be king.
And then the White Rider in Robes stained by blood
Shall dash him to pieces, the man you trust.
75. The Homosexual Paradise
Two brothers can make love,
For they shall not make a child.
The lovers cut with blades
While their motions are sweet and mild.
The barber is paid a fortune,
Three times every week;
The boy makes soap
Out of his liposuctioned waist.
Men dress in animal costumes
And fight for their rights, too;
For dogs and children can consent
That's the very next move.
A man dressed in drag entertains the host
Of fourth graders, and are taught
About their everlasting love.
Tail made from a dildo, he shows them the truth.
There are no morals, but what's made
By a few consenting few.
The rest of us are appalled
Wondering what had happened here.
Narcissism is all around,
And the Christian men do fear.
They on their lectors are arrested in the street.
For offense is the only crime, and that means you and now me.
Morals are only what's agreed upon by all;
Like Hume, rape is the only crime they know.
All in an outrage, over innocuous offense.
The feminist will put you in prison, for saying hello over her fence.
The child is taught by teachers, who teach them how to "love"
And teach them it is crime, to say it's not from above.
For the ninth grader takes hormones, and the eighteen year old is cut.
Her breasts are then removed, and her vagina sewed up.
Do understand, these are the troubles of our day.
All of this is real, and might one day be illegal to say.
For all go about their dark business, through the ransacked streets
As the blue devil is summoned in Pennsylvania's Streets.
The pornstar has a boyfriend, who tolerates her lovers
Having a wife by your side, if you demand faithfulness
You're an abuser. "What a horrible looser."
And if you say the emperor wears no clothes, you shall be stolen away, to only who knows.
76. My Love
If breath upon breath, I wish to taste her kisses
And perceive the cedar of her oaken bouquet.
I wish to feel her in my most inward parts, young
And honest, and every bit happily entwined
In a life full of mercy and peace and wisdom.
To make little babes to swaddle and feed and hug.
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