1. So now the Fall Has Ended
So now the fall has ended
And winter's breath is seen...
Love God and not your money
And keep your conscience clean.
For chilled and refreshing
Is a conscience unburdened by cold.
Love God and your neighbor
Yes, the young and very old.
2. The Truth
One almost always finds, in modern times
A truth claim made, that sounds entirely plausible,
And then some pretentious scholar's snarky voice
Behind it, adendeming that there is no evidence for it.
Of which, Europeans made a good case that Aesop was black
And of course, that chorus of snarky scholars rung out---
"No, if it is true, it must be decried, to make a living.
"So we have an original thing to pen, for all truth is copyrighted."
And the more I read about Aesop
The more I see the same story being told,
Meaning it must also be true,
That he was a slave, who won freedom through his understanding,
And apparently was a diplomat and ran off a cliff for some sort of offense.
How wise is our world, to run every sage and scholar off a cliff.
It is the human way. Or to bury them in poverty.
3. My Amélie and Beatrice
Always thinking of you—
Marry me someday, and find me soon.
Always look for me, my emblem, my peace.
Realize, I know not your name, or your face, or your body.
I only know I love you, my future wife, and emblemize you
So this name is the name I have chosen
Always to symbolize the Peace of love.
Join me in matrimony
Only find me, and know me;
Remember I await you.
Gorgeous is your love, which never fails
I know nothing of who you are,
Always remember I wait for you.
Eerily, I am alone, and know nothing.
Realize, I taste no kisses, and wait for yours.
I knew no woman, save in dreams;
Now, remember me, and we’ll dwell in peace.
Elevated to the stars,
Love is the greatest treasure upon the earth.
Over the hills, the dales, the streams, seek it if you may
Ruin awaits the one who scorns its liquor.
Always search, and come find me like the Shepherd did the Shulamite!
Thunderstruck, I know not your beauty,---
Every age will welcome two lovers.
Remember, my love, my dearly beloved,
Every age will welcome two lovers.
So come find me, I know not whether you are dark or light skinned, or dark eyed or light eyed
And I know not if you are dark haired or light haired... but come find me.
So, I emblemize you with verse,
Indwelling in me is a desire for your love, and
Every name I conjure, your form formless until
Revelation strikes, and you appear.
Always remember me, whoever you are.
O! Ode to my Wife, my Spouse, my finisher; my abusers
’tis their joy to
Coldly watch my every move, and watch my slipping
Over every icy path.
Nothing I do can save me.
Never have I found love.
Every better angel says, “Do not forsake love, for the
"Ring of power is a dangerous weapon to forge… cast it into the lava."
4. Athena
Athena cried, "No! I shall destroy all truth
"Just so there is no God! For I want an atheistic world
"Where there is no God! Just the pleasures of food, sex and laughter.
"There shall be no God in my world, and I will destroy
"All history and science to prove it!"
Apollos silently said,
"I shall make no remembrance then,
"And only know Christ.
"For you are evil
"And He is good."
5. The Three Christian Truths
No law shall condemn you, in Christ's Blood;
Therefore, live according to love and not selfish ritual.
6. The Foolish Philosopher
He was asked, "Put this square peg
"Into the round hole. It is impossible."
But, the philosopher did, jamming it
Into the hole, and getting it stuck.
The king was greatly impressed,
And couldn't remove the peg.
He said, "Well, this is how it will do
"Then, For this can never be removed."
For it got stuck. And trying to remove it
One day, the toy broke. It was good for nothing
But to be discarded in the trash.
Lo! Even being stuck, it could no longer
Be used for amusement, but was a broken
Toy, good for no joy or amusement, but only suffering.
7. The Modern Schopenhauer
He begins with romantic reveries
Dreamily and steamily, and sex and breasts.
Then, he scars his conscience, and sees his sin
And moodily meditates on the conspiracies of the world.
Then he finds poetry, and literature, and begins to
Grasp at notes of knowledge, pure and undefiled.
Then he dives deep into his religion, seeing it is 100% true
And finds the evidence, and the reason for his faith.
Next, does he find love, and open up and lose his neurotic ways?
Or does he grow kind, and loving, and heartbroken at dashed hopes?
Let not his love grow cold, or his heart bitter, my LORD;
Let Youth burgeon once again. Let him see the breasts of mercy.
8. Sapphire Eyes
My sapphire eyes are green
In the yellow light of the lamp.
Moved by them with fear---
For I can be simple---
I think my metamorphosis has begun.
Yet, child, settle down.
The hair falling off in the shower is only natural
And the nails and skin too...
It is only the yellow lamplight
Which turns your sapphire eyes
The color you fear.
9. Duck Eyed Junco
You were on the deck.
A grey bird, with white belly.
I talked about you
With the neighbor as he ploughed
The street---Winter's York County.
So spry and active
You hopped over everything,
With ruffled feathers.
10. The Gaelic Princess
She's going bungee jumping.
No fear... but rather stoicism.
She falls, and makes a noise.
Not a scream... not a laugh.
No, like she were on a
Merry-go-round.
She petitions the gods
And is somewhat out of place in this world.
It is her world though, but she's a different bird.
A harbinger to new times, dangerous times...
That she's seen real danger.
11. Meditation on the Quran
Who has guarded me? If not the LORD?
You implore Israel to remember the LORD's kindness
Why then, do you wish to comment on the holy scripture?
Should it not be a misery, to fall off the path
And enter into covenant with Ishmael?
Where Isaac was the Freeborn child?
You say "What witchcraft happens if not for Allah,"
Need I remind you that Samuel was conjured by the Necromancer
From the grave? Or need I remind you that your sword
Has slain many saints, o Ishmaelites?
How many infants have you bayonetted?
How many women have you raped?
How many children have you slaughtered?
Good Christian and Jewish sons and daughters?
Magic falls upon who it does, as evil happens to all.
Allah cannot protect you. For Allah is Sin---
Derived from the Zoroastrian Pantheon
The Crescent Moon is her emblem;
Sin is your God, oh Ishmael.
And you implore me in the second Surah
To remember the LORD's kindness on Israel.
So I shall. For what is your holy revelation
But a bad plagiarism and commentary?
12. St. Patrick Finds Ferguson and Mebd
The charioteer found Ferguson and Medb
Entwined upon the grass, as warriors fought
In the plains of Eire. Beautiful was she,
And perky her thighs wrapped around his waist.
Their war was set, and Ailill knew none the wiser:
For Ferguson was verile and only he could satisfy her lust.
St. Patrick found them, in the weeds and looked away in horror.
“My friends, if such be the product of the gods
“I think all men’s love shall grow sour.”
For Patrick upon his chariot roamed
Not before making this prophecy…
More potent than the Necromancer’s of his home:
“The day you both are found in the pools
“And nude, breast to breast,
“Shall be the day you die, oh wicked Ferguson,
“And Ferguson, you shall die, and only draw blood against a dog.
“That will be your only payment for a life
“Borne by adultery.”
13. The Heart of Kings
They call a feast upon the Great Hall
And their rivals do not wish to come.
A year's worth of preparation, so the master
Sows discord among the party guests.
They fight, until the spirit of greater combat
Wells up in every heart, and gitty
The Queen rides in her chariot
Out to the warfield, and the two
Gangs make their war upon the valleys.
14. Mythology
Mythology's purpose is not to tell us
The workings of the gods, but to tell us
Our own workings.
Sometimes,
Understanding simple things set large
Events into motions,
That's why we must learn from it.
15. My Peers
Gorged on everything---
Jaded; insincere.
They hated all good.
16. Form and Function
Form leads to peace, and tranquility...
Productive people doing productive things.
Function leads to war, and strife;
Pirates doing repulsive things.
Our modern era, wanting Function over Form
Produces pirates, who do but cannot know.
Who plunder, but cannot build.
Who steal, but cannot work.
16. The Great Mandela A Response to Peter Paul and Mary
I am no prophet.
I am a coward.
I do my work
It's just not right
For a world,
Who has no law
And does not know how to treat their neighbor right.
So if I must die
In a jail cell
And be a prophet,
Harkening back to love...
I shall eat my bread and water
And though I'm crazy
At least I was a better man in this life.
Death is the toll, now,
And I am no prophet
And by all means am not better than my brother,
That's right.
I am a coward,
I am no prophet
I only wrote what God told me so I could eat.
P.S. Love their song! It speaks to me! I feel like that character, hated by the whole world. Mad, and about to be put in a jail cell, because the whole world hates what's right. And I get my visions wrong, but only wanted to write a book.
17. The Foolish Virgins
Trim the lamps, oh wise virgins
With Olive and Castor oils;
The foolish virgins are low on oil---
They are sinning.
So, the foolish virgins are told
By the wise, "Go out and find
"Your own oil; you will not get ours."
So they do.
They sail the seas, and hunt whales
By violence, to make a rancid oil
To burn in their lamps.
The wise entered.
The foolish stand outside
And Christ says, "Thy savor
"Is of the world, and by violence.
"This is not the faith as it once were taught."
18. The Trail of Tears
The Cherokee warrior and his family
Were pushed by the U.S. army out West.
Broken, and battered, and forced to trek
Like the Armenians of not so long ago.
Four thousand men, women and children died.
One hundred thousand were forced to diaspora.
And again and again and again it happens:
White men do it to Indians,
Black men do it to whites,
Asian men do it to Muslims
And Turks do it to Christians.
The absolute worst of humanity
Which all races are capable of.
19. How Mebd Makes Peace
The armies come upon their chariots,
Strong men, whom Mebd knows...
Glittering is their armor,
Great is their might.
Stirred into battle by rumors at a bad pig roast.
Yet, Mebd knows how to make peace.
She brings the maidens out of their huts
Bare chested, and numerous.
And they await the host.
For what stirs the barbarian's heart
To cease combat, is the offering of women.
Mebd knows the hearts of her compatriots well...
And then games proceed, where heroes do their duty
And the comical Ulsters go about their business
With their weird politics, of stirrings and caprice.
How I wonder if our world leaders are not like so?
20. My Most Admired Person
Walk with me through the fields
And rub the grains upon the stalks
Wheaty is the fruit, and fish upon the beach
With mustard and some salt.
I recline with You, at Your bosom
And feel absolute Platonic love…
The reaching for the highest goodness
And I know You came from above.
Enjoy our company, You were a man
You lived upon this Earth one day…
The teachings man had taught
Were not Yours or the right way.
You taught us to love our neighbor
You taught us to obey our kings;
Even if unto death, they say
Yet You led Israel around in rings
When man had seen You, first time
In the deserts they did drive.
The second time, the second time,
You were there crucified.
Why does man go so crazy
When they see the face of God?
Only the righteous can approach You
And only the righteous do You give a nod.
Thus, what was taught, I know not the sundry thing…
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Christ, You my soul, to heaven, brings.
21. Donald Trump
I called you the Antichrist...
I should not have.
Stay out of war...
I'm sorry for saying so,
But the truth is I was sick
As I still am,
And taught to prophesy
When I really shouldn't have.
Again, stay out of war.
For I should not have judged.
22. The Author I Could Turn Into
A Jaded pedant, tortured by his fame
Trying to sell his soul to the audience
And his craft, to make it relevant again.
Torturously wrong about everything
But his concepts in vogue, yet never original.
That is the author I could be.
I almost ask him, "Why are you so angry?"
And then I realize... yes... I realize.
23. John the Apostate
He says, "For not one yote nor tiddle
"Shall pass from the Law, until all is accomplished
"And heaven and Earth pass away."
Truthfully, I plainly tell him,
"This is true, but there are two covenants
"And two laws, one of condemnation and another of grace."
To which, I quote many verses, and he his one.
And then he says I made a pathetic response
To which, I guess Paul's meanings are unknown to him.
I say, "The seed is eaten up by the fowl
"And you are constantly learning, but never arriving at the truth."
To which he says I am talking in a mirror.
At some point, he blocks me... and this argument happens often
About a lot of different subjects, the real answer is nuanced
But they want a singular, and linear form.
24. War is Utmost Evil
Go into the city,
Take their women to be yours.
Cut their hair, and make them yours.
Kill all the men. Destroy the children.
Make slaves and concubines.
So long as their laws are evil
It is permitted, and their punishment.
A nation that slaughtered their own children
Molested them, raped their own women---
The kindness shown by a Jew would be a new
Kind of love the woman never had before.
Also, this is why we don't need war in the 21st century
Is that all these things will happen.
25. Thoughts on Nietzsche
A misfit makes a philosopher,
From Plato to Nietzsche.
We cannot do, so we think.
He thought the shadows on the wall
Were the idylls of philosophy:
I thought the hands that made the puppets;
The creative imagination that sought to make it;
And the moral consequences of what the puppet's actions were.
And in that, I saw in Christ, Nietzsche's superman.
So I was sufficed he was not so much a genius
As my LORD and Savior was.
We both lived nearly identical souls---
We couldn't help it.
Yet, I sought up, and he sought within.
And I knew what hurt me,
While he wallowed in that which made him broken.
26. Cleaning a Book
Like a fine wood
A book need not be cleaned---
Do not take sandpaper over its agéd leaves.
For white as opal pages,
Need not be made by the sages
For a patina on a book is good.
27. My Thoughts Are All of You
Tonight I lay and give my prayers to You
And I rest my head, and know my heart is true.
Oh, LORD, You, my soul shall long to sleep
To suffer nothing in thy great and heavenly deep.
For great eternal joys and pleasures keep
My soul, for Your good name I seek.
All my thoughts and worries are to You LORD
As the enemy surrounds me with his curse.
LORD, great eyes I have on Your delight
Which I shall rest surely sweet at night.
For the pestilence that stalks my home, it's sure,
Shall by Thy blessing be reversed
And come not near my House or Home
And Thy Good Name shall be through me made known
When you deliver this son of Yours from hell
And upon my bed, my heart shall by Your joys be swelled.
For great is Your mercy and Your peace
Which to my eyes, is made ever so unique
In a blessing of righteous heart in song...
Thy Law, my LORD, is my everlasting Psalm.
For good and evil make their strong, long wars
And You my LORD, are there to prevent the curse;
Which my heart longs for You through the night.
So I lie to sleep, and let You send my foes to flight.
28. The Russian
Oh, my friend, you hate me with a passion
For I cannot control my country.
You reason that I am a worm
And cannot stop it from anything---
Which is true... I have no power over my own government
And do not want it. Simply to have a voice
Which my government ensures
And that is why I pay my taxes.
Yet, you hate me because I pay my taxes;
And those taxes go to prevent yours
From catalyzing the world's end.
I understand you lost everything...
I truly do. And I am sorry for that.
My heart reams with anger at the world
For war is an awful thing, and your country
Should not have entered into Ukraine.
That is why you lost everything...
And I am sorry, and I take your unjustified
Rage at me, and internalize it, as the primary
Reason I hate war. For it creates you.
And there is no good use for you.
Thus, it helps me understand the Bible more.
I am sorry for all that has happened to you.
I truly am, and spare me from having to witness the things
You have witnessed, for that is why I prophesy
To stop the catastrophe I know war to be.
Though erring, and 20% correct
It is wisdom by which I prophesy,
And I do not wish for many people to have seen
The tough things you have seen.
That is why I am an advocate of peace.
You are destroyed by your own government's actions
And I do not wish to be destroyed by mine.
But yet, find Christ, my friend, and all that evil
Will sap out of you, by His teachings and His Spirit
And you will find a good use for yourself again
Happily dwelling in your homes
When you return to Zion.
29. Choose Your Words Wisely
Elevate the language, to utterances low
Of deep hidden wisdom and truths.
Parcel the meat, the fat, the wine
And drink deep upon the melodies of verse.
Choose your words wisely, with Saxon tongued
Apricot melodies, and quick speech.
Use Latin to elevate the word to its final nuance.
And then, let silence speak, and the mind ponder.
30. The Lorax and the Cat
The Lorax walked through the trees
And he saw the Cat in the Hat in the breeze
With things one and two, who tried to make our good things go away.
Thing one made a fog, and thing two made the call
And be still you know, the Cat did say,
“I will make it all go away.”
Yet, secretly, they did their dance
As the Lorax had small chance
And walked through the world saying
“Be careful for the trees!”
Yet the Cat buttered both sides of his toast
And made sure they hated the host.
So the Lorax, friendly as could be
Was harassed by things one and two you see
Who made the fog, who made the speech
Which confused the poor Whos more than me.
And Horton could hear them, then he could not.
Thus the Cat made the butter wars
For he could care not.
Thus, the Lorax spun his tale
To protect the trees, but they sought to put him in jail.
For no thing wrong, did he do this day
For he was the hero, and the Cat was gay
When Things one and two came to the breeze
To make the fog, to make the speech.
Thus, the Lorax cried, “The trees the trees!”
And Horton was worried by the Whos' desperate pleas.
For they were caught in the middle of the butter wars
And none but the Lorax knew
And now me.
31. Disasterpiece
Oh, Natahunt, singing in your rage
You killed, you killed, you killed, thou sage...
You are angry and vile and filled with hate
Against me, against me, against me you rage.
You stole your word from an eleven year old girl
You creep and lurk, and go back in time you churl.
For you are Death, Death I say...
And I may be walking through the Slough this day.
The Dobson flies are not like you, you runt
For they are harmless, yet you go on your hunt.
You wish to accuse me of your great crimes
And you killed, you killed, you are not wise.
You have merged with me in my very mind
Another Doppelganger, from another time.
One, and Two and then there's Three,
I cannot say their names you see.
For all three of you have circumvented me
And you stole your word from an Eleven Year Old wee
Little lass, and you tortured my soul
For you wish to capture me in your grassy knoll
Of erasure, and spies, and licensed assassins
Yet you are Antichrist, and I never blasphemed.
You are great, and greatly despised
Oh Antichrist, you are Edom in the starry skies,
Who came down upon your chariot of flames
And stole my work the day I was chained.
And you do not exist, you are not alive...
You are of all men, most vile.
For you crept into my house the day I went away
And with Ziddon and Moab and Tyre you came
And stole my blessed stories you curse
But I have caught you, and you are the first
The elder, the elder, you are you are,
I am the younger, yet you lived among the stars.
32. The Idol Yahshuah
I know more, and I
Always instruct, and I don't
Listen to what my student
Says. I curse when I'm challenged,
And make idle prophecies.
33. The Debate
She won... handly... by saying nothing.
She spoke... she spoke often...
But nothing she said had any context.
She had no purpose... just spoke.
And to understand this is a new bit of wisdom--
I understand at last... not everyone has purpose
Or a point to what they say... they just speak.
Yet, I thought she had said that there were no danger in drugs
And she seemed to imply that she was a drug user---
It was in the unwieldy way in which she said it---
And I told her I loved her every moment,
And every sentence was wrought with care
For her to improve, and to shelter a person who would make
A mistake like so. I said I cared about her, and that I wished her well,
Yet she drudged up my past and said,
"You only exist to show people how not to live your life."
Here is what I was going to say back:
"Maybe I was a stupid teenager, who did some stupid things, and expected the world to forgive me, and when it didn't, I wanted to shield it from making the same mistakes?
"Maybe I am an example of how not to live a life. But, you are a bad person. If you have no mercy on me... I've had plenty of mercy on you, telling you I loved you every two comments. And only trying to say, that you shouldn't be arguing with someone who made perfectly valid points."
But our conversation was deleted.
For my love, she hated me...
And I was probably right.
She is one who takes the exact opposite moral position...
And her friend came and said,
"A sex offender making moral arguments, how pathetic."
So, the ballad of the stupid teenager continues.
And my life is not one to be emulated
Because I had a conscience, and went to the police.
And I ended up in jail.
And had love on a woman, thinking she was a drug user---
Of which she said she wasn't, but her unwieldy thoughts could only mean that she were---
That I just didn't want to see her make a mistake.
For the one mistake that could have ruined me---
So I had no hope whatsoever---
Was that of drugs and alcohol.
So... she won the debate, because she hated me every step of the way
And got her entourage to support her.
And I simply loved her enough to say she was wrong.
Because that is the one mistake I hadn't made
And it is the one mistake that could have broken me.
And yet here I am... unbroken,
And with compassion on a two year old in a forty year old's body.
34. February's Flux
Winter’s hoary chill, of February,
It was cold, and I didn’t see the red
Florets of the February Maples.
The Mad Spring hasn’t happened yet. Will it?
Chilly weather permeates, and iced rain
Yet now I am half happy and half sad;
A poet inspired me today, so
She was sad, and I in a flux. Come, Spring!
35. Tree of Heaven
Build, Noah, thy Ark with the Tree of Heaven
And its sulphurous branches smell like sweat;
Sweat of captivity, for judgment fills the whole earth.
36. Ignatius
I watch a man speak for five minutes
Building up to the reveal that Ignatius
Is a man who heard and studied directly
Under Peter and John.
And then he says, "Aha! Therefore the Pope!"
I take it only a step back, that he heard
From Peter and John.
For Theilman is as much scripture
As Ignatius to me...
And I am as much scripture as him...
But it is the true Apostolic faith.
Therefore, I am an Apostolic Christian.
For Esdras, and Ignatius, and Thielman
And Brandon, and Clive Staples Lewis
And G. K. Chesterton, and Augustine
And Aquinas, and Hymn Makers
And Oil Painters and Musicians
And Creed Makers and the Teutons
All have apostolic Christianity
To inspire us... for we are one bread and body
And must learn from each other
And not be blinded by Scripture's Authority
To say, "Only it matters." For God wants
All of us to share in the Apocrathy
Of faith, ministering to all the Saints.
37. The Martyrdom
Every Martyr, I see a creative faith,
Like my own. Spoken, driven to the Bible
But still... creative and unique.
They speak of Heaven, and the good place...
A man and wife write letters,
And the woman is gleeful to be tormented
But the man in sorrows.
For she is willing to die for her doctrine.
I don't particularly see anything sinful
In the Catholic faith... or in her faith...
And I come to this conclusion often
That neither party has it all correct.
One blind obedience to Dogma and Church Ordinance
And the other a free and easy doctrine from the Bible.
I see two people who truly believe in what they're saying...
But the one is willing to die for it,
And the other is willing to kill for it.
I see creativity contrast with rigidity.
Freedom contrast with man made stricture.
Grace contrast with law.
And I don't think Catholics go to hell,
Or Protestants, or Orthodox,
As much as I think power goes to hell
Which bends the world to wicked rules
And does not have any mercy...
And certainly today, it allows sin.
For martyrs will be made by all three Churches
Ephraim, Judah and Israel
Very soon, I'm afraid... as the world cannot tolerate righteousness.
38. Jesus Christ
Just as I am, I come;
Every day I seek Thy light.
Save me, oh LORD,
Understand, without you I have no right.
Save me, my LORD
Cleanse me from all sin.
Heal me of my abominations
Right my paths within.
I only worship You Oh LORD,
So in Your Truth I trust.
Take me to Thy heaven above.
39. My Treatise on the Bible
How I understand you, my favorite book.
Truthfully, I understand you better than
I understand my own work, at times.
Beautiful are your pages, and leafs
Which miraculously fold into small books
With thin paper, and many pages leaf through
And the excellence of your wisdom is premier.
Yet I say you are not the whole faith.
Our faith is found in the living epistles
Of every Christian--true Christian--
And your laws are excellent, but need
To be understood through a clear context.
I have that Context, for having seen it
When I was a little lad, but many have not.
I see disputes about doctrine, and Ignatius says,
"Yes, where is it written?" And I ask myself the same.
For, the Legalist is a damned Pharisee, for we ought
To know how to walk, and that in Love and Kindness.
Thus, disputes and laws, and ordinances
We ought to let go, and be at peace with the brethren.
However, what Paul lists as sin... oh, know, it is sin.
No reviler shall enter the kingdom of heaven
And yet our entire Church has become revilers of man
Wanting to find their proof from the scriptures.
It is all there, for sure... nothing lacks in the Bible
But then people want laws and ordinances and legalism
But not the Spirit of the Law, and like Cain they murder
Their brother, over disputes and heavy controversies.
And they dispute one with each other, and Satan gleefully
Listens to their disputes, and there is no righteousness
Or peace, but only envy and slander and deceit.
The great travesty of scripture is that it is complete
But it means something. And so many shirk the meaning
For legalistic interpretations, that don't get to the heart
Of what the Bible is saying... which is to Love God and your Neighbor.
40. Richard Wolff
I consider his arguments---
And I know complex civilization cannot work
Under his absurd claims.
If the worker took home all they produced
Their managers--who have a harder job, it's true--
Would not gain their money.
Nor would the top people, who made the company.
Surely, billionaires are a problem...
But surely... there are a lot more nuances to the market
That give us Haagen Dazs and Coca-Cola and Ahold
And it essentially feeds all of us.
So, teaching your students to do as little work as possible
Will only make them slaves to the tyranny of Marxism.
Which takes all the worker's wage, and instead of it being Corporate Giants
It is Putin or Xi who gets all the money, while we waste away.
Simply put, the resources are there...
Workers need to tap into them...
Billionaires make too much money...
But it's also a psychological need for humanity to work.
It's also true, you can't create a utopia, where people sit by pools
And sip Pina Coladas, without someone making them.
It's a balanced subject, but Wage Labor is the best system
Because it gives the people a part of what they earned.
It's just the fact that people are not transforming the capital
At the standards they ought, and are not purchasing capital
At equal exchange of their labor's value.
Which both problems, lead to the issues we face.
Where Marxism cannot be a solution.
The solution, is simple... it's limit the amount people can make.
And limit the size of corporations.
Eliminate criminal records, past the sentence served.
That way, everyone has a chance to enter into the markets.
And also find markets for niche goods, and have logistics that can bring them to people.
41. Tender Christian
Tender Christian, you are startled in the fold
By mild controversy, either young or very old.
There you stand, a sheep in pasture, grazing on your cud.
You do not, oh you do not, you do not like the mud.
You are there, with your fleece, that warms your pastoral care
And he feeds you with the finest grains, and with you love doth share.
Tender and timid, in the barn, you shy away from another voice.
Yes, every change to the world, you look to your Shepherd's joy.
You are very timid, and very tame, and will not come well nigh...
You do not like things to change, and you are not very wise.
You need to be led, and tenderly tapped, by the shepherd's instrument
And the wolves, the wolves, they need to be whacked.
Yet, every once in a while, one of you wanders from the fold
And you get dirty and muddy, and your black fleece gets very grown.
And with your long nails, and with your clot back, you bleat for help I see;
For the shepherds keep, oh how the shepherds keep, they keep changing everything.
You like consistency, and to be fed your grains, and to be given your good food.
You like to labor at the yard, and eat the grassy good.
You do not like new routines, or new undershepherds in your yard.
You like everything to remain the same, so you do not wander very far.
42. The River of Love
Love, flow like a river; when you shiver
In the cold of winter’s sin, then again
Go down to the river of love, and scrub
The foul dirt of sin and every blaspheme.
Flow river of love, through heaven above
And right what is in my sad heart tonight.
“There will be a river of love, my Son,
“Flowing inside of you, so now be proved
“That your work is an answered prayer, fair
“Has been your words so fay, and this good day
“Has the LORD brought you a song, so this too
“Is thy gift and thy treasure on earth’s stiff
“Sorrows, for love shall flow like a river
“And peace shall end thy least doubts and fears, soon.”
So peace and love shall flow, and wheat shall grow
Within my heart, and the sun shall impart
The growth, while by the banks of love it flows
Through my heart, the water of peace and love;
Over the grassy shoals it flows, river
Open up to the ocean of great depths.
And there, shall the river flow from You, Truth
My Peace, my Wheat shall grow through Your River.
43. Abo Muhammad The Lazy
The true Fairyland, and Old King Cole,
Told a tale ever so old...
Lazy I am and Lazy I be,
But I'm not so lazy, you will now see.
I worked 300 hours, at five pence a tick
I worked it all day, and got ever so rich.
I was youthful and handsome and well to do...
More beautiful than 10,000 it is true.
I split logs, and threw them, sometimes eighty pounds
And I raked up the refuse, and threw them in barrels and proud
I was to do this work, until poison ivy made an itchy curse.
Then I spent my days, writing my odes,
"For why risk the poison," is what my heart told.
And I learned many things, I shall now tell so old.
I learned Psychology, and Philosophy, and Religion it's true
Sociology and History of not a places so few.
I learned Math and Science and saw all the most famous art.
I cultured my mind on the great litterateurs of large.
Great and timeless classics, to which I see Abo the Lazy...
I say... that is a bit too crazy.
I do not want gemstones, or to be a millionaire,
Just to marry my woman, and slay the goblin, and have just recompense fair.
For I took to the painters and did the hall
While Abo the Lazy sat there and watched.
Then he and the Goblin painted one room
When I had prayed to God it would be finished, too.
There they saw him, in the way,
And fear frightened his faces, and I was not so gay.
Then I had thoughts, which few were truly good
And I quit my job, as I knew I should.
Then I spent one day folding laundry it's true
And nearly broke my hand pulling on the grooves
Of a quilt, upon the duvet, and my hand got crippled
And any more work I would say
That I could have withered it true.
So I went back to writing, these odes here to prove.
I was a shepherd, and trimmer, and painter and cook
A dishwasher and guard but never a crook.
I do not lay upon my side, and ask my mother to spin...
No, I write my odes and battle my own sin.
44. Old King Cole
Merry was my heart, old King Cole
With your melodies...
Yours was the world I came from.
45. I Am the Albatross
My loves, across the world,
I am the Albatross, your sorrow and shame.
All around the world, my name is heard
Like it never were, or never was and couldn't be.
And all are ashamed of what they have done to me.
My sins are like your sins, but my sins are known
And you hate me, for you wished me to stay silent.
You cursed me, and took my thoughts from me.
And you said, "We are justified."
Yet... what I have done is what you have done
And you have done far worse...
Oh, how I am to your shame, your never ending curse.
"What have we done!" cried the peoples who buried my heart.
The poet's destiny was broken,
By the petty feuds of great dictators
When America had freedom of speech.
I am the albatross, for my shame is yours
And you have done this to me
And stolen my bread and given it to the world.
But where is my bread?
And that is why I am your shame.
I asked not for more than I could eat,
But my solemn portion, for the good work I have done.
46. The Gay Child
The gay child publically defames a good man
For making a "Nazi Salute" when it was only
An Innocent Wave. I consider it wrong, yet
Understandable... we're all so zealous to defeat
A spectre that is haunting our society; Trump
I don't believe is a Nazi, but some of his followers
They certainly are. Which he's whistled at.
Racism is a machine, turning a once humble
And integrated society back to the days of rioting
And war... but that's half Obama's fault
For reopening the wound to begin with;
Now, every black man who is shot by police
Is a city burned and every innocent wave
Is a Nazi Salute... understand also, girls
Wanted their cleavage to show, and were outraged---
Little 16 year old girls--that their schools prevented
Them from looking like sluts to the entire class
All eighty of them... I looked through my Yearbook
And saw only two sets of cleavage. And only one
Was actually flagrant. Not eighty. This world
Being created is not a good world, and maybe
We need Old King Cole to rule over our children
Once again, so they are touched by the innocence
Of the childlike splendor, and the Tall Tales, Christ
And Nursery Rhymes and Fairy Tales with Happy Endings.
Maybe they need that world, so they know this one is not better.
With Elvis, the A Team and their first musical experience
Is Journey's Separate ways. They need something more
Than Gangster Rap, Lust and Money to be associated
With what is good. They need to see it, and know it
So they can know, once and for all, what is good from bad.
47. Forever Young
They say the Millennial's Youthful Glean
Is made by good hydration... but it is not.
It is, actually, the programs we consumed
And the toys, and living in a perpetual state
Of childhood... where we filled our minds
With such chemicals that stunted our growth.
Good or bad, the same thing has happened
Before, in older civilizations, such as Rome.
When hedonism touches the child, their
Chemicals cause them to slowly mature
And the brain chemistry works within them
A youthful figure, so they grow to be forever young.
48. The Ode of Old King Cole
Old King Cole, you're a merry old soul,
Your fiddlers twiddle-dee, and your snuff box
Is brought to you by children three;
They bring your bowls, they bring your box
For the little children are your servants
And all good children are your lot.
You rule over them in their little childish ways
Old King Cole is the King over Children
And only the good ones, so they're made gay.
Never have they sinned, and never have they been dark---
Old King Cole, you are their king, for that brief time so far
Away, in the back of my mind, I remember it a time
Of great gaiety, and Tall Tales and Legends and Happily Ended Fairy Stories.
Great Nursery Rhymes, and great feasts---
Old King Cole, you are the King I shall honor for my life.
For all children who have seen the reign of Old King Cole
Have a treasure of great happiness stored in their heart...
It is King Cole's Blessing, who was happy even without a wife.
Old King Cole, you were merry all your years,
And you reign over the good children, and fight back their fears.
You are a happy lot, given to the righteous children's souls...
You are that Merry Old, King Cole.
49. The Dissident Right
False Christians, false converts,
Jew Baiters... there is no good in you.
Trying to return us to the years of Medievalism;
I will fight you with my words,
As hard as I will fight my Woke Rivals.
The years of 1940-1980 were the Golden
Ages of America, and the years when
More converts were made than at any
Other point in all of history.
50. A New Adversary
I see my once robust faith
Moving back to teetotalism
And Medievalism, and Jew Baiting.
So, I took a thimble full of Rum
And three ice cubes, and sipped
To a slight inebriation
While I write this with no hat on.
How I am tempted to drink more,
Yet I resist. Christians, the same should you.
For its inebriation is an intoxication,
And not so pleasurable as you'd think.
And it calls us back to Medieval times
And the hatred, and the strife, and the malice
And the slander... and Adultery in the courts
And no time for love, but jousting and murderous spectacles.
So we drink this toxin into our body,
And I fight it by walking out into the cold
Seeing Goliath and David strive in the East.
The Dragon--a new Constellation--
There, with his red horn, joining the bout.
And the cold air stings my ears and cheeks
Yet I am not smitten by it,
As the wind gusts, but I am refreshed.
And I said in prayer to the Almighty,
"They have turned our back on God
"For they know not the seasons."
51. My Thanksgiving Offering
How I offer my writing to the LORD
With a little bit of leavened bread.
For, there is a bit of sin in it, it's true,
But it is what I'm thankful for.
52. The Plight of the Poor
A good child, loved by his mother,
Even the best child ever born,
She was so poor, she came to the tavern
With her fiance, and was ready to deliver.
The tax man was in town, and wanted
To get them recorded in the census.
The woman and her fiance
Were told, "You can't stay in here
"You don't have enough money
"But I see the woman's with child
"So here, I'll let you sleep out in the barn."
So, the child was born, and placed in a manger;
Three kings came from far, Eastern Magi
And gave him a little nugget of gold
And two bottles of Essential Oils.
And they leave all the same,
And the little child cries in the manger.
The tax man comes, and Mary signs
It, and so does Joseph, from Nazareth
And they just had their baby.
53. Virtue Genius and Reputations
Oh, virtue you are lost,
So I shall take one wife to bed
And build a cottage in the wood
And regain you, my Love.
Oh Genius you are lost,
So I shall study Euclid and Horace
And find the strings of common tongues
And all wisdoms throughout the ages.
Oh Reputation you are lost
And cannot ever be recovered.
You are gone, and in the grave.
So, by Virtue and Genius I'll be nourished.
54. Chasing My Dreams
I chased my dreams and
Accrued a trillion dollar's
Debt worth of sin. You
Have too, as I saw all my
Debts accumulated there.
Understand, Christ wipes
Them all away. So repent
And believe His saving grace.
55. Bezaleel
You were skilled in craft, and very wise...
Oh Bezaleel---a craftsman given your plans
From the designs of the Almighty.
Wise, are those given their craft
For the plans and forms come from God.
So do my stories, though not Prophecy,
Are themselves my Ark, and Tabernacle;
Sermons, designed for true worship.
56. The Progression of Civilizations
Small wooden boat, free
And naked, sailing to find
Meat, and to twine nets.
Then, cloth, linen or
Wool, and steely implements.
With beast-logistics.
Then, there is the coal
Of fire, and industry
And happy markets.
Then mechanical
Might replaces their strong beasts;
Manpower, machines.
Then computers link
Them to the whole wide world
So they grow angry.
57. The Cry of Moses
Oh, walking through the forests,
I had seen Zion, a comely maid,
Appear, with her auburn hair
And face radiant as the sun.
"I had seen the towers of Zion
"Their golden Plateau, and I had
"Seen the many trees of life.
"I had seen my beloved animals there
"And I had seen the fish burst
"Ezekiel's River, and the mounts
"Made smooth through Zion's height.
"I had seen the land was good
"And like Joshua and Caleb
"Wished to enter it, but the LORD
"Said unto me, 'Gaze upon this hill
"'For you shall not enter into it."
And reading Numbers, I understood
For the people's sin, they did not believe
The report about the beauty of Zion
So they refused to enter, but sought
Sinai as their refuge and not Jerusalem.
"So I wept, not having Zion as my earthly bride
"But was given radiant exposure to the Son
"That I should enter into this peace
"When my time was up,
"For I was not fearful of the Anakim
"When God had showed them to me."
58. The Ballad of St. Laurence
Oh, here is the song of St. Laurence
Immortalized in Luther's Theses.
Like a leftist miser does say things,
Their words were spun so crazily:
For "The poor are the church's treasure,"
Said the Papists to slander this man.
"The poor are the church's treasures"
The poor took it literally, understand?
Thus is the mind trick we all, wont,
Understand it so trickily?
Like an enchantment over our minds' shadow
It brings us to the belly of the beast.
For an indulgence is paid for Purgatory
And an indulgence's paid are we...
Just like the Sodomite's violence
That spills out with their lies and conceit.
They say, "No, it is not happening,
"The poor are the church's treasure you see!"
For both tricks are mighty stupid
But they convince the simple folk indeed.
So I took to the streets a-calling,
Saying, "Why are they extorting the lot?
"They are convincing many numbers
"With their trickery, for selfish glut."
Thus the men and women were singing
"The church's treasures are the poor!"
So they put their coin in the coffer
And it jangled there once more.
"For by sodomy your sins shall be washed off
"And by sin's curse you shall be set free.
"The poor are the church's treasure,"
And the cause was the church's greed.
59. My Debt
For chasing my dreams
I owe trillions in back debt.
You who stole from me
Only owe me some twenty
Millions. I do forgive you.
For I desire
The goal, which is heavenly
Zion, and Her Streets.
Like a Child I'm
Made, and helpless, and, yes, poor.
For riches save not.
I chase the true Bride
Of a city of Golden
Plateau and soft clothes.
Riches I heed not
Nor man's empty praise. Nor fame.
My day-wage is Her.
For through my harsh and
Disappointed poverty
I have all I need
In my hope for good Jesus;
And a Land bought without price.
60. A Modern Parable
A modern parable for today...
I had forgotten my dad's pin to his card
So rather than question whether it were my card
Or being the least bit curious,
The security told me to use credit.
I stood my ground, though,
And called my dad and got the pin.
61. Loneliness
I have my dad.
I have my brother.
I have my five friends.
I have my mother.
I have my aunts and uncles.
I have my cousins.
When I see loneliness growing
And its singular cause,
I know it is Sin.
People grow dangerous...
Aloof...
Selfish...
62. The Good Friar Said
The good friar in his sermon on sunday said these things,
And it was true, yet borrowed them
From Dostoevsky's Grand Inquisitor:
Had Jesus been tempted to turn the stone into bread
He'd simply be a man who feeds the people.
Had Jesus been tempted to throw himself off the ledge
Jesus would simply be a street magician.
Had Jesus taken the world from Satan
He'd simply be a dictator.
Thus, we must know these three core facts:
Christ is not a means to get rich or be fed;
Christ is not a means to perform gross illusions;
Christ is not a means to usurp power.
63. Stupidity
I saw the rise on the left,
Great, and gross and illiberal things
That no sane or rational man
Could tolerate--yet it was.
Then, a Beast arose, and squashed it
With his lion's paws, and stripped liberty
Away, while cloaking his decrees:
"I shall set you free!"
I stood flabbergasted.
I knew not which side to
Ally with, for both were false causes.
64. Letter to My English Teachers
I may be dumb and like a brick
I may make my teacher a little ticked,
But to teach me grammar well
My Fs are earned, as far as I can tell.
For all I know a little bit
I am, I am, I am literate.
65. President Trump
I will look like a fool for you
If you do the thing I need you to do.
Which is prevent disease, and gun barrels
From flashing at my door.
I don't care if I lose my credibility with the world---
In my dream, there was war, and pestilence,
And I knew someone had started it.
If you prevent what my heart sore fears
I shall take back every evil thought...
Though, lend me my freedom to be wrong.
66. Memory
A reader on my blog today
Dug up something from long ago...
An essay on Charles Lamb
And Jane Austen.
At first, I had no recall
Of the essay, but then poring over it
The memories came back vague and shadowy.
Memory is such a faulty thing...
Yet I remember... when I read it...
And they slowly return
As the browned pages
Of Lamb's essay bring back perfect recall.
And then you wonder about sin...
What have I done that I don't know?
If anything... that a moment's glance
Can bring it back? Heaven forbid, remove it far away.
67. Another Chewing of the Cud on the Death of Cuchulain
Cuchulain, many have you slain
Upon the Warfield, with the fat
Of blood upon your weapon.
Waxy is your steel---so like Christ's
When He treads the winepress---
And the bloody bands and brains
Are blown out by your blows.
Finally, one hapless warrior wounds you
And guts hanging from your stomach
You go through, and murder many;
And then you die, creating a blood feud
Which your pal takes an oath to avenge.
Such is war, and its eventual end.
68. John Donne
1.
The prettiest of words, doth not make a faith
When thou crown'st thy works to make Catholics afraid...
Sore reminder you are that a Poet great
Does not save a soul, for rather irate
You were at your brother's death
And then became a Protestant mess.
You persecuted your brethren who were very poor
You wagged your tongue and then once more
Preached against their miserable poverty;
You lashed your tongue at their misery---
And mocked and scorned and had no remorse:
You teach me that a poet does not get saved
By pretty words, which always amaze.---
For I would have rather been dull and not said a word.
2.
For I would have rather been dull and not said a word,
Should my words be toward my brother in curse.
For when you were Catholic, your heart was pure
I see it, I see it, you were so cured
Of malice and slander and awful hate.
Then, your brother died and irate
You took it out on the Catholic Church
When England had made its laws a curse.
Your brethren had no means to find work
As you wagged your tongue on the lector's perch.
And judge I do not, I do not this day
For I know not whether you are in heaven always.
I just know... like Antichrist will some day
Study the dictators, the Christians, their lives I shall gain.
3.
Study the dictators: The Christians, their lives I shall gain,
To know how to live a life so gay.
I shall study you and Bunyan and Paul
And learn how to be Most Christian of them all.
For Antichrist thou art, with your false prophet tongue
To wag at good Christians and their sons.
So Antichrist shall study the Dictators and Laws
I shall study Good Christian sons.
And the poets and the sages and the wise men too;
I shall learn all there is to know about the good.
And when it is, even the gays
I shall not wag against them on that day.
I shall say, "Look, these are sinners it's true
"But have mercy on them, have mercy on them too."
4.
"But have mercy on them, have mercy on them too,"
I shall scream as the Christians march by twos
In their lines of war and peace
And the invasions of their worldly armies.
And I shall say on that day,
"You wagged against the Catholics and I by my way
"Studied only the good heavenly truth
"For I do not know if in heaven you roost.
"Yet, I shall not judge, I shall not judge
"Not you, not me, not a gay man's sludge
"Of foul sin and dirt and sodomy's filth
"I shall speak of peace until I'm stilled."
For a good man you were in your youth
Before you were fearful of your brother's couth.
5.
Before you were fearful of your brother's couth,
You were good, and you were then proved.
Why did you then put to the worse your proof?
When your brother died, you converted to Anglican
And then you slandered your Catholic fellowman.
I am, I am, I am a good Lutheran
And will not leave my peace of Philadelphia's rudiments.
For I will not wag against any man
And those who I did I shall then understand
From every tongue's judgment I shall be weaned
For I may be a poet Laureate some day, it remains to be seen.
Over my life and over my words, it will be said
"He practiced what he preached, and he did what he says." [So]
The prettiest of words, do not make a faith.
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