The world is an unsavory place.
It takes good people, and makes them bad.
Every ounce of goodness, it must squeeze from you
And replace with something foul.
It celebrates your outbursts
And every narcissistic episode---

Take the shower because it’s comfortable.
It’s warm. Write poetry because it helps you understand.
Don’t wear make-up. Let your hair be natural---
They’ve proven men like this better anyway.

I see your pain---
Let me tell you how I dealt with it.
I didn’t. I had no friends.
I had no allies. 
I had no social life.
I was excluded from all the social gatherings.
And I don’t regret it.

I’ve been blessed with an imagination---
I can create the worlds I wish to visit.
You can, too.

But you’re not good enough because you sin---
I sin. Everyone sins.
This world isn’t the best of all possible worlds.
We cannot all be Pangloss 
Thinking the bridge of our nose was built for spectacles.

The danger of course is that you think you deserve something more than you get.
Without hard work, without an honest effort, you deserve nothing in this life.
The world praises you for your talent---
It praises you for your poem.
I don’t.

I had it twenty times worse than you.
It never dawned on my mind that everyone should bow down to me.
I was the last picked for every sport
My friends tolerated me.
If you want a true friend,
That much I can understand.
Yet, they, too, can betray you in ways you’d never imagine.

I wish I had answers for you.
I truly do.
But, why aren’t you good enough?
Sin. Pride. Selfishness.
We all have to be cut down before we can truly appreciate the life we’re given.

At some point, little girl,
You’re going to have to realize you have a good life.
And you’re going to have to stop being so bitter.
I have a tear in my eye
Because I know it’s hard advice to give,
And it’s hard advice to take.
This world owes you nothing;---
The sooner you learn that, the better off you will be.

However, keep making those grades
And one day you’ll find that your life will be better.
It does get better.
Middle School is traumatic for every child---
It’s an awkward part of life
Where we’re beginning to recognize the opposite sex,
We’re beginning to mature.
But know you are so blessed.
All of this can be taken away in an instant.
Your whole generation needs to know
That it is making hell on earth
Because it thinks everyone must bend to the whims of fragile egos.

Work hard. Keep writing poetry.
Look to getting the grade---
We’re not good enough.
We just simply aren’t.
We’re here because we deserve it
And only Christ can bring us out of it.

The danger is that you grow bitter.
What I’m speaking might seem unkind,
But it is the discipline you need.
The old teacher’s voice that I used to hate---
That same voice was the one who loved me the most.
And it’s never fun or kind.
It’s never happy or fresh.
It stings like a paddle against our backside
But you need to understand
This world owes you nothing.
And you’re not good enough.
Not unless you take the effort to change.

We need to grow spiritually,
And soberly.
We need to recognize that we are low;
How many girls did you tease?
How many girls did you make feel bad?
Had I been in your school,
Before I was beautiful,
You might have looked down on me---

One thing about me, is I never expected anyone
To show me kindness.
I instead was the kindness I wanted from others.
You’ll find in this life,
That what you sow, you reap.
And the greatest kindness I can show to you
Is to tell you that it does get better.
But, it also is true that you have it in your own capabilities 
To change your reaction to the world around you.
You can whine and complain,
And launch a Holy Crusade against the world around you---
Love this is advice I need to hear to, we all need it---
Or you can humbly accept your lot in life
And allow yourself to move up.
Sit down at the low table.
Stop associating with superficial friends.
My heart burns for you---
I know it’s miserable.
Just keep engrossing yourself in your work.
Be kind. Work hard. Give what you can.

Don’t expect from this world what it isn’t at liberty to give you.
It’s a cruel place, and if you decide to fight it
It will roll you over---
Your good intentions will one day sneak up and take from you what was truly good.
I understand that you need love---
However, you need to be the love you want to see in the world.

Allow yourself to mourn. Allow yourself to cry.
Allow yourself to feel deep heartache. Don’t shun it.
Don’t callous yourself against it, and lash out.
Rather, submit yourself to the yoke of innocence.

I agree with you that the world is cruel.
But, when it is, know Jesus
Is there to take that thing we hate
And remove it from us.
For, what do you want?
To remove the cruelty from the world around yourself
And become bitter when you can’t?
Or remove the cruelty from within, and know at the very least
You’ve done all you could to fix yourself?

Hamnet, you are the Young Man.
You died.
Your father spoke of you in your wild throws
Of romance with a young woman.
And she, you had blessed wed
If not for the reeling throws of time
Which because of thy mixed race
Thou wert killed for courting her.
Thus, grief thieved thy father William
Who sung of your lovemaking
To immortalize you.

You were Romeo.

What this means---
So you can't call me a False Teacher, Collin---
Is that Jehovah God
Came, by the Virgin Mary,
And conceived the child Christ.
Within the very body of Christ
Dwelt God---fully God.
The Flesh of God, God’s Word becoming flesh,
Was Christ fully.
Christ was not a cup.
His flesh was as much God
As the Father of Lights.
The very Word of God became flesh
And tabernacled among men.
God, then, was crucified by Pontius  Pilate 
Died, and was buried,
And on the third day he raised from the dead.
He then ascended into heaven
In the resurrected Body,
And there He is seated by the right hand of the Father everlasting,
Amen.
That Christ still has a body, this is evident;
And He will return again to judge the living and the dead.

I speak the full manifestation of the Flesh of God in Jesus Christ
As is said by John the Apostle,
“He who confesses the LORD Jesus Christ is Come in the Flesh
“That Spirit come’th from God.”

Christians scream about a shoe with blood in it.
While they dance in ecstatic fervor,
They babble like lunatics in the presence of non believers,
They draw Enneagrams,
They ascribe magical powers to essential oils, water and blood,
They sing chaunts like that of the Occultist hymns,
They play with spiritual powers, like a rebellious teenager does with Axe Cologne and a lighter,
They do things with spiritual things that even the most hardened Pagan wouldn’t dare---

What’s my comment on the shoe?
Fix the log in your own eye, before you bother about the mote in your brother’s.

It's a question being seriously asked right now,
"Are mathematics invented or discovered?"
If this question is seriously being entertained,
Then the education system has failed miserably.

The fact that Pythagoras had discovered a theorem
Which we still use today, and the algebra we use
Is proven in all areas, including physics and engineering,
Shows that Mathematics are not invented. They are discovered.
Even number theory is discovered. Base Ten or Base Twelve or Base Seven
May be an example of different languages, yet they will always
Come to the same conclusions, no matter what system is employed.

Any invented mathematics cannot be called mathematics.
This question just proves how ridiculous the current education system has made our kids.

Una, thou daughter of Zion;---
Let I never be unchivalrous and forget thee.
The Lion is killed for you;
The Law is slain for you,
Laid on the body of Asland---
He is killed by false Loyalty
Who rapes thou away.

Duessa, that potion mistress Medea,
Walked beside me, yet let me escape her
When I see hell is in the house of pride.
She rides six of the Heads of the Thirteen
By the Seven Heads of the Nile Dragon,
That Mithgarth Worm Who eats away at our Tree of Life,
Which holds our worldly plane in the air--
It feeds, so let I never forget thy beauty
Lest the Earth fall to the World.

Conspiracy theorists say it’s “666.”
Leftists call it “A Symbol of White Power.”
Yet, when I see Indians make the hand sign
From an entirely removed region of the world,
I tend to think it a natural hand sign
That probably has some universal significance.
Most likely, it’s the most opposite of a threatening posture
That the hand can make, so naturally,
We are built to do this when we’re trying to communicate
That we are intending to appear nonthreatening.

Which is a great symbol
That the Black Lives Matter movement,
Subconsciously, intends to make violent
Every tic of peace, in order to
Elicit the Racial Ragnarok
And 2pocalypse
Our Racist belligerents so desperately covet.

Three divine powers exist.
Wisdom, Paraclete and Love.

Wisdom is the ability to interpret and understand.
Paraclete is to commune with the presence and power of God.
Love is love.

I believe anyone can find these---
Christian or not.
But, each of these come from, and are evidence of, God.

The name of God is what saves.
And only the name of God.
One can mingle with all knowledge,
All power and all love,
But without knowing Who God is,
There can be no salvation.

For, only Christ has spoken the words of truth.
Only Christ has given the perfect command for life;
To embolden the power of God---

For, if one mingles with God’s power
The fullness of the divine power points to the Words of that Crucified Christ.

I listen to Hindu mantras
And I see, in part, a veiled revelation
Of the Spirit of God.
I believe other religions wholly find God;
They find God’s spirit,
For if they couldn’t,
Then it would not be true,
“I was found by a nation that did not seek me.”

However, God’s spirit upon the Earth
Is available for all who seek God;
Yet, for eternity---save one is abjectly poor---
For true knowledge of salvation,
One need to know Who God is.

I cannot but confess that other religions
Have mingled and found the Spirit of God.
I can feel power in Hindu mantras---
But, it is worldly knowledge.
It is not knowledge which leads one to eternal life,
But rather it leads one to eternal damnation.

For, the LORD says,
“All who enter not by the gate
“Are thieves and robbers.”
Meaning, men find God
But without entering in through the Shepherd’s Gate
They are but thieves who have stolen Paraclete;
And thereby, they have not known Him fully
But rather one person of the Trinity.
For, only by knowledge of all three Persons
Of God, can one attain to the riches of eternal salvation.
Upon the earth, many find Him,
But they do not know His name
And without knowledge of His name
There can be no salvation for any. 
And the reason for this is Christ's teachings.
No religion, save Christianity,
Has a full revelation of God's law,
First given to Abraham in Mesopotamia,
Second given to Moses in the deserts of Canaan,
And third and finally revealed by the Son of God Himself,
Jesus Christ. For without this full revelation
One mingles with God perverse spirits of demons---
For every religion either propagates lies in their holy text,
Or outright sin. And that is why one,
To be saved---for finding God does not mean you're saved---
Means one must accept Christ and all that He had taught.
For we call Him "Teacher." Not Vishnu, not Muhammad
Not Buddha, not Darwin, nor even Moses if one cuts from the Word of God
All that Christ had taught. First and foremost, it is Christ who gave
Pure truth, and unadulterated, which no other man in history can claim.
Christ alone is our teacher---
And some men, searching God,
Find Paraclete, but without knowing His name
There can be no life.

He was married to a black woman.
He loved her very much, in soul
But was not physically attracted to her.
They had a son. Their son died.
Shakespeare wrote in succession
His fatherly advice to his deceased son.
He was conflicted on not having a sire
And his advice to his son was to wed
So he could produce offspring
And thereby continue his family’s legacy.

He didn’t express his love to his son
Except in his sonnets, where a careful ear
Would see the true sense in what they meant.
Almost humorously, he predicted
His work would be misinterpreted
Even defied; and the shocking thing
Was his family was a mixed race family.

This is the true Shakespeare.
He was not gay.
He was a father mourning a son
And in love with a black woman.