The True Artist Lives By His Art, or Dies. He Does No Harm to Anyone for not Receiving Him.
Red Clay, you are not Jerusalem.
You are Ephraim.
Jerusalem is a false prophet.
You are a true prophet.
The peoples hate you
Though you speak the truth in your heart.
Now, depart from sin,
Or shall I, like Israel
Teach you to abandon your idols?
Yet, Jerusalem, I hope you are saved
Oh false shepherd.
With the withered arm
And broken eye.
I saw you in your mischief.
So, I shifted to first person like the Psalmist David would.
He was not Christ, but spoke in Christ’s voice.
So did Isaiah and other prophets.
I do believe there are a lot of things I foresaw that have arrived.
So, I reserve my right to do this, too.
Because it’s getting ugly right now
And the people’s shouldn’t be warring.
They should be, for all intents and purposes
Satisfied and filled with good.
Instead they are not
Because people have not kept just balances
And weights.
They have not given with righteousness.
LORD! Help your servant Israel!
He has fallen in vanity
And in his shame!
He cannot get up without Your help!
LORD abide by him, through all troubles
And help his soul find pasture by the still waters.
LORD, bring him no shame
But bring him the cup of salvation
And let the springs of mercy well up in his soul.
LORD, how long shall they kill the prophets?
How long shall they make a name for themselves
In vanity?
LORD, I had sinned, but not unto death.
I do not deserve this punishment
Yet they lay it upon my head
All of the sins of the Heathen
Which I had not saved
Nor given commandment to save.
LORD, how long shall they speak in vanity?
Had I not performed my vows unto the congregations of the good?
Had I not gone down into the grave
And rose, and yet what is this nation unto me?
It is a nation of chaff who drew close with its lips
But as for service, it had not given me even the slightest drink
Of sweetness.
It, as its greatest work, had sounded a trumpet
Before me, with pomp and splendor,
Only to not find me.
He had only searched, LORD
Because I had searched.
Yes, he had suggested it
But had I not gone with him
He would have been like a duck
Wandering around a lake
Not knowing to which its bread came.
No, LORD, for I came
And found You.
There You were, with Your little bag
Which the Prophet had provided you with
And your good foods.
Yet, with great splendor this nation
Haughtily presented You with delicacies.
You took a little, but only enough.
The prophet saw with your little bag
The provisions he had spent.
LORD! Where has this nation gone?
They do a work, but do so with pomp and splendor
To sound the trumpets and declare, “I have done this good!
“Look upon me, as I walk with my chalice in my hand
“And my splendid array of delicacies!”
Had he not just given the man a shekel?
Would it not be a greater sacrifice?
So if he buys a little wine for his stomach?
What is it to you, oh foolish nation?
Jerusalem, oh Jerusalem,
Your moment of pride has come.
To the breadth you betrayed your prophets
And called them mad and liars and a fool.
You have allied with Media,
Oh Jerusalem…
I had loved you.
I had spoken good of you.
Yet I did see you of the world
As a giant. I saw you call me a “god.”
O! Mad Prophet! I am not a god!
I had wept for you.
I had prayed for you.
I had given you my benefit of the doubt.
Yet, you stood at the birth of the world
And lifted yourself with pride against your sister Sodom.
The prophet you scorned,
He had made his mistake.
He had humbly requested to go into captivity.
He had fought and shamed his own council
And therefore incurred war against himself
For the foolishness of putting himself in bonds
To appease his LORD’s wrath.
You, you had laid out the tongue against him
Every day, and had slandered him
Your own brother.
Andrew saw I was right.
So did Elisha.
Who are you? Thou art Jerusalem in Ezekiel.
I had taken my oath, and I had performed it
Unto the LORD, I was not late in paying my vows.
I had mourned, and wept, and given all my bread to the hungry
That I could afford.
What did Christ say?
He who has bread share it.
What did you say, “Work like a slave! It is only right.”
This is not the message to the prophet
O foolish man! I had loved you as my own brother!
For God’s servants had required rest.
And rest I did.
I had not taken a mark upon my palm or forehead.
This mark I have is not the mark of the beast
But the mark of a Christian…
To give what I have unto the poor
To love my neighbor
And to desire my God above even my own bread
Which I wept over in tears.
Had there been a single thing you said
That was right? So you can fortune tell.
Had you spoken what was true of an interpreter?
That is to have mercy? That is to have kindness?
That is to loosen the bonds of the captive?
So you had power to heal the blind with a word.
I had healed the blind without a word.
So you had strength to deliver over the spoil in battle
To yourself.
I had fought no battle,
And what battle I fought, it was a sin
Just like yours.
Violence is in your hands
O Jerusalem.
In my hands is chaff
For the nations consume my work
Because of your false prophecies.
Repent. But you will be like Jerusalem
Crying over your sister Sodom;
“She had done so too!”
You had forgotten her in your day of pride
O Jerusalem.
I, I had humbled myself and realized my confession was vanity.
That is why I did not resist nor trust in Farrow’s Chariot.
Instead, I had rejected his counsel
And did not resist the punishment.
I did not go forth into greater wrath,
But to appease my LORD I stayed where He had
Made a place for me
And there I had listened to the preachers.
It is not me who is guilty
For I had known my sins;
And when I confessed I realized
Had I resisted, I would be like a snake charmer
Who had no whistle
Or a man walking on coals
And standing there to let my feet burn.
I had loved you like a brother.
I had wept for you.
But I found you in the world
As if you belonged there.
Woe unto Jerusalem
Who scorns her prophets.
28 Woe to the crown of pride, to the drunkards of Ephraim, whose glorious beauty is a fading flower, which are on the head of the fat valleys of them that are overcome with wine!
This verse is what inspired “Wicked John”. During this time, Ephraim was working with Assyria in order to overthrow Judah. So, “The Crown of Pride” is the leaders over Ephraim. Ephraim was beautiful at the beginning, and it describes how a wicked person, intent on overthrowing the righteous, especially one who was once righteous, is going to lose their beauty. And, it says that they drink “Wine”. The “Wine” alleviates their guilty conscience.
2 Behold, the Lord hath a mighty and strong one, which as a tempest of hail and a destroying storm, as a flood of mighty waters overflowing, shall cast down to the earth with the hand.
The “Mighty and strong one” is Christ. The whole prophesy is a prophesy about Christ, and His salvation. Christ, when he comes to heal His people, will throw down the forces that work against Israel.
3 The crown of pride, the drunkards of Ephraim, shall be trodden under feet:
Jesus will throw down Ephraim. Ephraim has a “Crown of Pride.” That is, they use their authority wrong, and subvert the righteous in their work.
4 And the glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fat valley, shall be a fading flower, and as the hasty fruit before the summer; which when he that looketh upon it seeth, while it is yet in his hand he eateth it up.
The real metaphor here is those who gain riches by theft. The whole type here is an allegory of that. How people who use their authority wrong in order to oppress the righteous, and take advantage of them through abuse of authority will be thrown down. So, it is talking about how the unrighteous who are high and abuse authority eat up the righteous’ labor, and consume it.
5 In that day shall the Lord of hosts be for a crown of glory, and for a diadem of beauty, unto the residue of his people,
So, in the day that the “Valley” fades and becomes consumed, the LORD will be like a “Diadem” that is a gem in a crown, to his people. The day that the wicked believe they have fully prospered, and have consumed all of the poor’s labor, that is the day that the LORD will destroy them.
6 And for a spirit of judgment to him that sitteth in judgment, and for strength to them that turn the battle to the gate.
And those of the righteous who sit upon the throne will have a spirit of judgment, and those who turn the battle at the gate will have strength.
7 But they also have erred through wine, and through strong drink are out of the way; the priest and the prophet have erred through strong drink, they are swallowed up of wine, they are out of the way through strong drink; they err in vision, they stumble in judgment.
This is talking about the people. Most of the people have erred through drinking too much alcohol. They drank it to the dregs, including the prophets and the priests, therefore they have erred in their vision. They stumbled in judgment. They didn’t loose the bonds of the captives, nor did they say, “This that the kings and queens of Ephraim have stolen, it belongs to him.”
8 For all tables are full of vomit and filthiness, so that there is no place clean.
This is because they are drunk. The people are drunk. The crown of Ephraim is drunk on power, but is also drunk on wine. They “Vomit” on their tables. That’s because they are dirty thieves, who make filthy the very table they eat on.
9 Whom shall he teach knowledge? and whom shall he make to understand doctrine? them that are weaned from the milk, and drawn from the breasts.
Who shall God make to understand doctrine and knowledge? Him who is weaned from “Milk.” The Milk is the basic tenant of scripture of Grace Salvation. That we are saved through Christ’s sacrifice. But the LORD said, “I desired Mercy and not sacrifice.” And he also says, “You have bought me no sweet cane with your money.” That is, the people who claim to be “Christian” have not helped the poor in judgment, nor have they loosed the bonds of the captives. They have, instead, simply called upon Christ’s sacrifice, and sufficed to say that was all religion was, even though the LORD has refused their sacrifice because they have not done what was right.
10 For precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little:
This is in line with the previous. But, the reason people did not execute judgment, now and then, was because of “Theology” and because of rules written outside of the scripture. At the time of Christ it was the Pharisees. Today it is Theologians who have created an entire explanation of scripture outside of what scripture teaches, relying on the teachings of Sacrifice without good works. When the LORD says “Thanksgiving” the word means to give with thanks. The preachers have taught this means the offering plate, when it actually meant giving to the poor.
11 For with stammering lips and another tongue will he speak to this people.
The LORD, when he speaks a prophetic message, will speak in a different language. In the case of the New Testament it was Greek.
12 To whom he said, This is the rest wherewith ye may cause the weary to rest; and this is the refreshing: yet they would not hear.
The rest they were to fall into was the rest of Christ, which was to clear their conscience of sin, so they could perform good works without a burdened conscience. The prophets spoke in Greek to the people, to proclaim this message.
13 But the word of the Lord was unto them precept upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little; that they might go, and fall backward, and be broken, and snared, and taken.
Instead, the people thought the counsel at the time of Christ was to obey the law to the letter. Today, we obey it to the letter again, by misinterpreting the scripture to mean that men ought not do good works. This reason is that it has been a misinterpretation of the scripture. The LORD has repeatedly said he desired us to be good, not to “Deal with our sins” continually.
14 Wherefore hear the word of the Lord, ye scornful men, that rule this people which is in Jerusalem.
The people who rule the Israelites are scornful of the poor who are being thieved by Ephraim. Remember the leadership are in league with Assyria at the time of this prophecy, and they are not making a “Conspiracy” but rather because of sin, the nobles are oppressing the people of God by stealing from them.
15 Because ye have said, We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, it shall not come unto us: for we have made lies our refuge, and under falsehood have we hid ourselves:
The nobles believed they could make “Covenants” with the grave. They believed they could escape God’s wrath by hiding in the grave, and doing what was evil on the earth because the Grave would give them paradise.
16 Therefore thus saith the Lord God, Behold, I lay in Zion for a foundation a stone, a tried stone, a precious corner stone, a sure foundation: he that believeth shall not make haste.
The foundation is Jesus Christ. He who believes on Jesus shall not make haste. That is, he who believes in Jesus will not hasten their work in order to try and prevent theft. Because the nobles are stealing from Israel, it would seem like the Israelites would be wise to hasten their work in order to eat. But that is not the way it is. The people who do right before God will do a good job, rather than work fast paced in order to eat. This is how the peoples are being oppressed, is that they are being told to “Hasten” in order to get the prize, but the prize is Jesus, and their haste would be sin.
17 Judgment also will I lay to the line, and righteousness to the plummet: and the hail shall sweep away the refuge of lies, and the waters shall overflow the hiding place.
The LORD will use curses to sweep away the wicked. “Hail” was one of the last curses in the book of Revelation. God will use this to sweep away the kingdoms of the wicked. But the righteous will have peace—as said in previous chapters.
18 And your covenant with death shall be disannulled, and your agreement with hell shall not stand; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, then ye shall be trodden down by it.
And the enemies of God’s who made covenant with death will be “disanulled.” Their “agreement with hell shall not stand.” This is because they will be destroyed. They will be trodden down in the mire.
19 From the time that it goeth forth it shall take you: for morning by morning shall it pass over, by day and by night: and it shall be a vexation only to understand the report.
It’s talking about Zechariah’s plague, the plague that sweeps through and destroys the enemies of Israel.
20 For the bed is shorter than that a man can stretch himself on it: and the covering narrower than that he can wrap himself in it.
This is an unusual curse, bit it’s one that has frightened me my whole life. I’ve simply called on Jesus my whole life to avoid it because this is the most frightening part of it. Imagine Zechariah’s Plague, and you can’t even lay down on your bed because it’s too short, and your cover is too short. It’s very scary.
21 For the Lord shall rise up as in mount Perazim, he shall be wroth as in the valley of Gibeon, that he may do his work, his strange work; and bring to pass his act, his strange act.
This is his strange work. And the LORD shall execute it on the heathen nations who oppress and steal from Israel. He shall rise up and fight for us.
22 Now therefore be ye not mockers, lest your bands be made strong: for I have heard from the Lord God of hosts a consumption, even determined upon the whole earth.
This is saying do not mock the poor who have been thieved. For “I have heard from the Lord God of hosts a consumption, even determined upon the whole earth.” Consumption means “Illness.”
23 Give ye ear, and hear my voice; hearken, and hear my speech.
The LORD is telling us to give ear, and hear his voice and speech. He wants us to turn and repent, and come to Him before this wrath comes to pass.
24 Doth the plowman plow all day to sow? doth he open and break the clods of his ground?
The upcoming portion was always hard for me to understand, but it means something specific. “Does the plowman plow all day to sow? Doth he open and break the clods of his ground?” The answer is no. They plow all day in order to eat and enjoy.
25 When he hath made plain the face thereof, doth he not cast abroad the fitches, and scatter the cummin, and cast in the principal wheat and the appointed barley and the rie in their place?
“Fitches” are the foxes and wild animals that come in to ruin the crop; these the farmer is intent on getting rid of, so the skilled laborer is not in a hurry to get rich, nor to get successful. I stop here because it is very scary to think… the people of Israel do not rush to get their work done because in their slow pace, the enemies of God, the “Fitches” get caught. Israel follows through and is skilled from point to point, each step becoming clear only when the last step was followed.
26 For his God doth instruct him to discretion, and doth teach him.
God instructs the righteous to discretion, and does teach him. The person who is working is taught by God how to work. He is told, from each step, what his steps should be. He is not in a rush to get his work done, but is rather going to work, slowly and methodically, each step being revealed what the next step will be. He is taught, and it looks foolish to the nations because they know Israel is being robbed. But, the judgment is on those nations for not doing anything to prevent it.
27 For the fitches are not threshed with a threshing instrument, neither is a cart wheel turned about upon the cummin; but the fitches are beaten out with a staff, and the cummin with a rod.
Foxes are not “Threshed”, that is, evil people are not broken by God’s momentary wrath. They have had a prosperous life, and have no discipline from God. Cummin—a spice—is beaten with the rod because it is good, therefore, to make it ready to eat it is beaten. The fitches are beaten out with a “staff” which kills them; the staff keeps away wolves, while the rod disciplines.
28 Bread corn is bruised; because he will not ever be threshing it, nor break it with the wheel of his cart, nor bruise it with his horsemen.
Good foods are bruised. They are disciplined and given to a curse for a little while in order to make them good for eating. It does not get broken by a “Cart” nor get bruised by a “Horsemen.” The metaphor is about the righteous not being punished like the rest of the world because they had their discipline before everyone else.
29 This also cometh forth from the Lord of hosts, which is wonderful in counsel, and excellent in working.
This is how the LORD chooses to save his people, through discipline. The Pharisees have taught that “Grace is sufficient” and that “Mercy” is how God corrects a man. But, Mercy is extended only to those who have suffered the rebuke of God and Grace is appointed to the humble and righteous who do the work of God because it is like rest for them. They have a clean conscience.
Fairy Tales don’t exist. Hard work does. Love is just an emotion. But, the best part of a relationship comes when the person you had those emotions for is now like family. I’ve never had that, but I know it exists because I see it in older couples.
We often have a problem with equating success at love with some divine luck or providence; with some eye catching first glimpse and a deep well of oozing affection. It’s more or less about two people willing to give it all they have. It’s also very dirty.
The best love story I have is actually not romantic, but toward an animal. I got a dog I didn’t want. I didn’t want it because it had bit me; and it always terrorized me before I was its owner.
Then, I realized it was mine… I had to take care of it… he was completely reliant on my capabilities to take care of him… and I never really grew emotionally attached to him. But, he’s my favorite dog because he taught me what real love is.
My other animals I had overwhelming emotional connections to, the whole time I owned them. Scruffy was different. I had no real feeling toward him, but instead I had an overwhelming amount of something real. Something that let me know what love actually is.
And I cared about that dog more than my other dogs on the very nature he was the only dog I had to take care of. If I didn’t feed him, or do his water a certain way, he would get sick. And, ultimately, we had to give him up to my cousin and he died a couple of months later. I didn’t weep. I didn’t cry. I simply laid on my couch for an entire day, and wouldn’t move. I was told by my dad to move, but I knew if I moved I would never properly grieve my animal and I would be an emotional mess for a long time.
So… the moral of my story, is that you have to sometimes be ready to accept the fact that the “Fairy Tale” is a story about a character bringing someone fortune. Because if you don’t realize that, you’ll fall into a trap of never actually loving anyone.
I had wrote this as a response to someone’s blog. And it’s overwhelmingly true. I had a really deep emotional connection with my mom’s dog. But, when she passed recently, it wasn’t this deep mourning it was for Scruffy. I had strong emotions toward her. Some of the strongest I’d ever felt for an animal. But Scruffy I didn’t have those emotions for, and I loved him more.
I think Americans in general are confused about love. They are preoccupied with the endorphins and hormones of love. They think that is what love is… when, as my mom said, it’s just an emotion. You can have emotions toward anyone. It’s not really love. It’s actually a very selfish thing to call that love because if you’ve felt those emotions, but don’t actually care about the person you’re having emotions for, it’s all it is. Emotions.
That’s my experience anyway. I loved Scruffy. I had feelings for Miley. I loved Miley, too. Of course. I’d take her for walks every time I was over—except for a year or two I decided not to, which I’m ashamed to even say. I thought my brother should take her for walks.
And I saw something overtly nasty on the television. The epitome of emotions without true love.
There are a lot of things I can relate this to, but won’t. I just think the American relationship suffers from a lack of understanding what the relationship is for. Relationships are not for pleasure. They are for survival. And great emotional bonds can develop overtime. But great emotional bonds are ephemera. And when two people “Fall out of love” it’s like saying to a mother or father, or a brother or sister, “I don’t love you.” You wouldn’t do that no matter how annoying or obnoxious they are. Unless you’re really depraved. The same should be treated in marriage. When the feelings go away—and they often do—the best part of the relationship remains. The part that lets you know you have a friend, an ally, a partner, a sibling who you’re not actually related to, and you get to have children with them.
I wrote a poem
And realized I’d be a hypocrite.
I write in England’s style
But hate Soccer.
I don’t want soccer here.
When I go somewhere,
I like the best quality.
I suppose the Conch Fritters in Florida
Would be just as good in Pennsylvania
Should someone care to make them
With the appropriate recipes.
I suppose what I don’t like
Is when someone makes a Taco
Without using Cumin
Or Chili Powder.
I suppose mint doesn’t belong
In Tacos.
Though, some Mexican dishes
Might have mint—
I do say I probably had some
Where mint was good.
Because, the person understood
The point of quality.
This is my real issue with America
Adopting things like Soccer
Lacrosse, etc.
We have four sports
Already wildly popular in our country.
And, everyone knows at least seven teams
From each sport.
It’s like indulging in something
That’s already satisfied.
We don’t need Soccer.
Because Japan playing baseball seems as natural to me
Given the thought, as Venezuela
Or Babe Ruth playing baseball.
It is something that makes sense
And is culturally appropriate.
America does not need Rugby
Or Soccer, or Cricket,
Or Lacrosse, or any of the number of other bizarre sports
That we tend to try to hype up and culturally appropriate.
Like, Eminem should rap.
It’s not like that.
It’s more along the lines of this:
What you rap about is important.
If you’re rapping about being a terrible girlfriend
And you’re boasting about how evil you are…
It’s best not to rap about that.
Eminem did not boast in evil.
Rather, he just stated the fact nobody wanted to acknowledge.
The fact that suburban kids were pretty hardcore
And were turning into what were essentially sociopaths.
Soccer falls in line with this very simply:
We have four sports that people regularly watch.
That’s two or three more than the average country.
We don’t need to prove to the world that we’re better at soccer
Because it’s kind of sad.
Basketball,
Baseball,
Hockey,
Football (American).
India plays cricket.
It makes sense. They’re patient
They like thinking.
They have ties to Great Britain.
America would be pretty strange playing Cricket
When we have Baseball.
Though, London loves my Phillies
I have to say… But we don’t go colonize one of their stadiums
With a baseball field.
And if we did, it’d be more appropriate than a football field.
Which, the NFL wants to put football fields in Germany and Britain.
It’s strange… it’s annoying. It’s indulgent.
It’s hard for me to justify.
A person does not need every sport in their country.
They don’t need to know every card game possible.
They certainly don’t need to know how to play Contact Bridge and Pinochle
And on top of that fifty other trick taking games;
Unless they were a professional,
But then, that person knowing other games as well
Such as all of them…
It’s indulgent.
I write stories with morals.
I don’t write stories for entertainment.
Because that is my choice…
To write meaningless stories
In an age where all stories are meaningless
Is indulgent.
For me to go and write a story
For the purpose of simply making money
Is indulgent.
I have nineteen books on my bookshelf
All of them I’ve written
And spent ten years writing.
For me to turn around and write a modern novel
Like Clive Cussler is indulgent.
I don’t need to write like James Paterson.
Not because I can’t.
But because Baseball is an American sport.
And it’s also popular in Japan.
There are things which are timely for certain countries
And in an age dominated by Capitalism
It’s hard to preserve cultural traditions.
Which, is why I chose cultural traditions to write in.
Because they need preserved
Otherwise who knows what bloodsport might pop up.
Maybe people hitting each other with actual weapons
In an arena, and it ending up on History Channel.
Oh! That’s a real thing. Sorry.
My imagination wasn’t so sharp there.
I wrote you a book
But here are the pithy details.
Your facts are correct.
And I figured you wouldn’t like what I said.
But, appealing to your better nature,
I heard you reply several times,
“Things are what they are, and it’s inevitable.”
So… you just accept things for how they are,
And say devil may care?
Ok…
Well, you need to know
That people who spend a lifetime
Doing something,
Don’t make a dime doing it today.
That should infuriate you.
And capitalism is,
In all basic necessities,
Nicholas Sparks.
And so is the modern Publishing process.
So, on one hand you snicker
About how you hate capitalism.
On the other hand,
You just blindly accept it.
Then you decide that your contribution makes no difference.
Again, I’m not arguing with you.
I’m probing you for useful information.
I saw in you
Something that was true,
But then you went down a different path
Not recommending the great works, because XYZ.
The books you read are not entertainment.
They are containers of ideas.
And you need to respect that,
If you’re ever going to be someone
Who has any contributions to make.
Because
Fiction is not always about entertainment.
Some of our most important ideas and discoveries
Came from it.
Also, some writers are not a team of editors.
In fact, most of us,
If not all of us,
Are not.
And just so you know,
I listened to every word you said twice.
I understand you,
The same way you understand capitalism.
It’s just as elitist to say what you’re saying,
That corruption is inevitable.
And telling me I “Mansplain”,
Whatever that means,
It’s stupid.
Isn’t Mansplaining just an ad hominem attack
On my gender?
To be honest,
I had first thought you were a man.
The only difference my post had
Knowing that you’re a woman
Was I said “Courtesy”
Instead of “Bow.”
Other than that, it’s the exact same.
So, telling me I mansplain,
I must mansplain to everyone.
And what I was doing was reasoning with you,
That perhaps you shouldn’t pander
To get audiences.
I hate that kind of crap.
What’s interesting to understand
About me, is that I’m not a savant.
I didn’t get hit in the head
Or have epilepsy,
And then get extraordinary skills.
I understand social skills.
I’m not a genius.
I’m not smarter than everyone else.
I’m not better at thinking.
I’m just practiced at a skill.
I’m not autistic.
I was diagnosed with ADHD
But I have since been cured of it.
I can laser focus on something.
I don’t have obsessions.
None really.
Unless you count working on being a writer.
Unless you count trying to earn a dime on my novels.
Which, in America we call it work ethic.
We don’t call it an obsession.
I’m not crazy.
I’m normally right about my assumptions
Though people try to hide it
From me.
To know my assumptions
It would drive the normal person insane.
But, I get called an
Idiosavant, Autistic Genius Lunatic.
For that, the LORD has said the Meek among men
Are the ones who take the crown.
Truth is I’m just an average schmuck
With a peculiar gift.
I have a God who cares about me.
Oh… get paid to whore
Get paid to play
Get paid to do everything,
Every single day.
Minimum salaries
Loose their jobs
While these people live like slobs.
I’m a writer… all day all night
I research, I imagine, I craft what’s right.
But these people, they live in luxury.
Not to learn wisdom
But to do things easy.
To write this poem
Takes several years
Worth of experience
Worth of tears.
To live like these
To live a lie…
A hedonistic culture
Says I, says I.
@8:00 – The only Real Job in this whole video.
B. K. Neifert 