1. Don't even know who Carmen is.
2. A Calvinist, in the John Bunyan Sense.
3. I wouldn't add anything to the Bible, but would encourage people to read the Apocrypha. 
4. Backwoods Brand Cigars.
5. I would meet my great, great uncle on my Paternal Grandmother's Side, named Jack.
6. Whisky, without fruity accents.
7. As president, I'd do nothing. I'd simply veto unnecessary bills in congress, and maybe pass essential legislation.
8. I punched a kid once who ball tapped me, and a teacher saw it and did nothing.
9. I don't like concerts, but I'd probably like to hear Farinelli perform Handel's Messiah, as it'd be a once in a universe kind of deal.
10. Jesus is my King, my LORD, and my Husband. I am completely devoted to Him.

The man in the black t-shirt
And androgynous face,
And the orbs of light
Were Satan.
He appears as an angel of light.
He can falsify peace and love.

Come to Jesus, David.
You may have known Satan
But you can still get to know Christ.

Where have you gone?
Babble is brought to dust;
The nations are cast abroad.
Where are our common stories?
Where is Jack and Jill
And Peter Pumpkin Eater?
Where is Robin Hood
The Grinch, Paul Bunyan
And Persuasion?

With what does man share or gain
Knowledge? By knowledge,
The root of wisdom is cast abroad.
The flowers and birds
And woodland creatures
Are known by few...
The Ecology is detailed to gross
Minutia, while the Eggplant a berry
And the Berry is naught.

We riot over controversy
And have outlawed truth.
Men speak their own burdens
And by their own burdens
None do listen...
A white background
And a man in the foreground
Strives to find eternal truths...
Yet none are to be found.

Music is terse chords,
Guttural phrases,
The monotone sung over
A simple, three note melody.
Poetry is vapid,
Novels are simple,
Yet math is invented;
Not discovered.

As a wise scholar spake'th,
Babble's tower is fallen
And collapsed to ruinous dust.
No man or woman receives justice;
And for equity's sake all are treated unequal.
The child is snatched from the parent's home
And castrated, fed hormones like a slaughtering animal,
And fundamentally altered and neutered
Before she knows how to count.

The Logos is destroyed;
None can comprehend or interpret the wise and ancient and dark truths.
All is impossible, and all sayings spoken
Are the lie we ourselves create.
We disperse it abroad,
We fallow the rows of the next generation
To watch the sandstorms tower miles high
And consume the cities...
For, no science can be agreed upon,
The solve to the world's problems are doubted
Simple things we see, and then say there is no proof.
Yet, the problem is there is too much proof,
And we wish to be the horse drawing the carriage
Blinded, and seeing only what is in front.
Noone knows truth. Not one.
I write my poetry in this century---
Yet, I am all alone.

I could be white
I could be light
I could be righteous and free
Though the tyrants
Who are so violent
Wish violet, the welkin to ring.

Dear,
Robert Reich

You posted a video, inferring the Left has not gotten more radical, but the right has. I think you're trying to say you haven't gotten more radical. Because the left has gotten far more radical over the past ten years alone.

The LGBT issue alone, is getting more radical. Left leaning politicians are advocating universal wages, where before the left may have supported Unions, now they support full, outright communism. The Equity and Diversity platform is nuts. The Environmental concerns have gone absolutely mayhem.

Simply put, you're not seeing the reality I'm seeing. While I in no way will say the Right hasn't gotten more radical, the left has become more radical as well. In fact, the Left is now Pro War, and is pushing to start World War III. Biden by the grace of God hasn't caved into it, but there's no telling what tomorrow will bring.

There are some seventy different pronouns that the Left would like to include and inject into the English Language. There are laws which would strip people of their children, if they decide not to allow their kids to have gender reassignment surgery. There is rampant censorship being propagated by left leaning organizations such as Antifa, who hold numerous members.

Simply put, I believe you haven't gotten more radical. But, if you looked objectively at the world today, Left wing and Right wing agendas have polarized, and it's not just the right who's polarizing. It's the left, too.

Simply, environmental, economic, moral, and political causes on the left have gotten so extreme... I realize this is never going to reach you, and you're never going to accept it if it does.

I'll just simply say, the right has moved further to the right, because the left's agenda is antithetical to human nature.  And the left, getting the ball rolling, has made massive policy changes that have fundamentally destroyed American prosperity and freedom. That is why the Right is getting more radical. Because the Left is advocating destructive ideas that impede on people's wellbeing. And winning their ground, they are pushing into new territory that, frankly, is having cataclysmic results. A basic study of human behavior shows that when a populace accustomed to wealth loses that wealth, they get frustrated. And where they go, usually is disastrous and leads to massive oppression. The loss of that wealth is directly caused by the moral deterioration of American Civilization, and leftist policies advocating total equity, total government control, and total usurpation of our civil rights for the cause of making less offense, and also rich men's wallets which grow fatter through the propagation of these left wing ideals. Communism is just Feudalism repackaged. Making everyone equal is just going to make a select few people very unequal, while everyone else is working in the mud.

The left has gone insane. The right has gone insane. It's your freedom---for now---to make videos criticizing it. But, Google obviously censors me when I try. And who's to blame for that? Left leaning radicals and authoritarians, who would rather silence me, than allow me to be a contributor to this conversation.

I

I write, finding on my own The Wisdom of Solomon.
I read Sirach and The Wisdom of Solomon
And it is like I myself had written it.
That is why I know the Apocrypha is not scripture;
But that is also how I know my writing is not demonic.
It is inspired by wisdom and truth.

Should Dante, or Milton, or Austen
Or Tolstoy, or Chesterton, or Lewis
Be demonically inspired,
Then so also my work, for I Magnify God's law.

I come to the philosophy of Existentialism
Of Epicureanism, of Platonism...
I have help attaining to it.
But, the arguments of C. S. Lewis
I have found, and strengthened.

Yes, there is a little voice in my conscience,
The same one that lets me know what is right or wrong;
It wasn't too long ago, that everyone knew about it.
That is gone in so many---
The voice told me to say that.
It is not audible, a hallucination,
But like a thought, giving me words I sometimes had never known;
Other times, like Malapropisms, which I search for the correct one.
I claim that none of my writing is scripture.
None of it is true, for I am a poet
And work within Vacuous Truths.
I speak in similitudes.

I heard John MacArthur describe
Demonically inspired books.
My hairs stood up,
My heart grew dim.
It is not the peace I know.
My voice is not a demonic apparition.
It is merely the gift of providential utterance;
It has told me of things to come;
It has worked within the fabric of my fingers true words.
If demonically inspired,
If propaganda,
Would I attest to the Divine Christ?
Would I not try to dissuade my reader
From believing in an Omnipotent
Triune God, Who is the Father, Son and Holy Spirit?
Would I say salvation can only come through belief
In this Three Personhood of Deity?
Would I speak of rest,
Or scathe sin in this world?

I do not know why my writing does not get published.
But, it is certainly not by Demonic forces that I have written it.
If The Secret can be published,
And the myriads of books Dr. MacArthur talked about,
Things too disturbing to retell...
Would I be disturbed by it
If I myself had written the like?
No.
Any ghost or supernatural occult thing I would hail
And be mystified by.
Rather, my words are built to heal and turn the world to repentance.
Something much needed in our age of godlessness.
Will I triumph?
No thing I fear more than losing the relationship I have with Christ.
I am willing to be poor and a vagabond if it means retaining my faith.
But, should I be unable to retain faith as a poor man,
Then let me be rich.
If unable as either,
Then let me be fed, and clothed, and sheltered
And no abomination enter into my soul
Nor root of bitterness, nor bark of poison into this soul.

II

There is an anxiety in me...
Having not spoken all.

Hail Britannica came by way of a dream---
How I know not.
Whether by a worm, or drunken chalice of blood
Or by magic I do not know.

What I do know, is that I've asked God
Many times for an Epic Poem.
It is a point of anxiety in me
That I do not know how I dreamt it.

One night, I dreamt of a blue light coming from my bookshelf.
Before I dreamt the story, I remember talking with my friend about it.
I remember asking him what my next work would be.
Whether these things are true, I do not know.
My same friend, I had talked to about the drawer
My dad replaced, and this before it had ever broken.
I thought he was insane, talking about a broken drawer
Which had never broken. Yet, about a year later
The drawer broke, and my dad replaced it.
I remember talking with him,
Whom I hadn't spoken to for weeks.
I also remember seeing myself
At a bookstore, touching a woman I had made into Elora
Wearing the hat I would wear, and the Moccasins I would wear.

What comforts me, is in the words of Solomon
There is a large family who summoned death.
And in Hosea, Death is more prosperous
Than his brethren.
In my dreams, he saw the King's inner chambers,
He made my Epic Poem into a novel---
He even draws me forth to hide his lies.

If you must know, he is the inspiration
For my Doppelganger. He is the inspiration
For my Thirteen Kings...
And I have to dream of this nightmare every night.
Excuse me for writing about it,
For perhaps He is Abaddon himself.
All I know is that I clearly remember
My friend talking to me about a drawer
Being replaced, and lo, the drawer hadn't been replaced.
I remember of talking about this years drought
Last year, a year plenteous with rain
And there could not be a drought at all.

It could just be that I am dreaming these things
As the other night I had dream paralysis
And could hear a woman's voice taunting me.
But, I prayed a weak prayer.

I do not think my source is demonic
As if it were, I would hide these things from you.
I feel like, rather, it is an oppressive force
Attacking me, like an army outside of a besieged city,
And I must use this intelligence to defeat the enemy.

I do not believe I am a god.
I do not believe I am perfect.
Rather, what I believe is simple...
Jesus Christ is the LORD.
I ought to follow His ways;
And I ought to persuade you to follow Him, too.
As any hope for a good life now
Requires your belief as well as mine.
For, if there is oppression because of sin,
My words cannot achieve me the life I desire.
And as is told to Israel, "Take with you words."

The reason I do not believe I'm demon possessed
And that my stories come from Satan
Is that I believe they came from God.
Not as a means to save the world
But simply as a trade comes to any man
Who is an expert at the craft.
Through providential guidance.
And perhaps I have an interesting story to tell.

Dear,
Magnus

You're not a poker player. Your high stakes games look like me and my friends, sitting around a card table playing with vacuous chips. Which means, you'll likely develop a gambling habit, and my experience with your game, is that you're at an amateur level. Your call wasn't so hard, based on the betting of the player in front of you.

Literally, your poker looks like me and my friends playing with blank chips. Meaning, you get to a certain level, or you continue down this path, you're going to get your clock cleaned. Poker is still gambling. Chess is not.

Please, if you don't like chess, that's fine. But, don't pick up poker as an alternative career, as your opponents are trying to lose, in order to spare you the humiliation. I know just enough about poker, and just enough about chess, to evaluate your true skill. That poker tournament was fluff, and they were trying to make you win. A real poker player doesn't all in on a bluff hand like that. Ever. They'll at least make sure they have a somewhat credible hand. Anyone could have read through the betting that you had a strong hand from the beginning. This is not your calling. Chess is. As a friend, stick to chess. Don't go in guns blazing. Chess is not gambling. There is an objective level of skill. Poker, the level you play, it will always be a gamble, and you also have more to lose, such as getting into a bad gambling debt or poor reputation.

Don't go in guns blazing like Brisco. It's not a good career change.

To have saving faith
One must believe in the Trinity;
God the Father, 
God the Son,
God the Holy Spirit;
Three distinct persons
Yet one.

One must believe in the forgiveness of sins
And the resurrection of the Body
Through Christ's sacrificial atonement
And death, and resurrection;
And also believe in life everlasting.

One must believe in works of charity;
That works of charity and love and kindness
Are evidence of the Faith.

One must abstain from all immorality;
That means any sin Paul listed
In his letters, and also unforgiveness.

One must also hold a confession of faith,
And authentic belief in the resurrection of Christ Jesus.

The Apocrypha, one ought to approach like they were
Reading my writing or John Bunyan
Or St. Augustine.
Have a healthy skepticism,
But, understanding it's prophetic nonetheless.

The Apocrypha is a work that doesn't
Carry the weight and authority of scripture.
At times, it has a story tone,
At times it has non compos mentis moments,
At times it advocates sinful things,
At times...
But, there are brilliant insights it has into Christ
And it was certainly written by devoted men.
Prophetic stories,
Some of it cleverly devised fables...
Tobit, I'm afraid, is not a wholly good book.
But, it is a good story.

The Apocrypha doesn't carry the tone of scripture,
But it does carry the tone of faith...
And those writing it were men of God.
Just like Augustine, Aquinas, 
Moore, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, 
Chesterton, Lewis and Myself...
Look at it more like Jewish Literature
Than actual scripture.

His major theory,
Simplified for you,
Is that life reverses the Law of Thermodynamics.

It seems to be true,
As looking over his work
It was dazzling to me
How Non Compos Mentis it was.
How unconnected; 
Also, how illogical.

But, then I thought about
Why one would say
Life, in the universe,
Reverses the Laws of Thermodynamics.

I thought of Evolution...
How, life is one of the only
Things in existence
Where we observe complexity and growth
Over time, and not degradation. 
A white floret, with five petals and a honeysuckle scent
Turns into the awesome folds and delicious perfume
Of a magenta rose.

I then thought of Greensaling,
How Nigeria uses FMNR
To make lush what was once deserts.
I remember the Texan who
Managed to replenish ground water
Just by planting grass
And removing Cedars.

It became clear to me,
That what Sidis was trying to say,
Although going around in circles
And hypothesizing on outlandish physics,
Was the simple observation that Life
Replenishes, and reverses the decay
We'd normally associate with the Second Law of Thermodynamics.

I realized it was a romantic thought
Not based entirely on speculation...
And the experimentation 
Is being done all over the world right now
Where entire deserts are being reforested
And entire barren landscapes are now becoming lush again.

What I then realized,
Was that if this were true, 
It would prove the existence of God.
As, if life does indeed 
Transform what is dead, and make it alive,
Then there must be a force
Greater than science
And our decaying universe.