Number, it forms to the shape...
Thus, it creates a ratio.
And that ratio is what we use.
On a Triangle or a Sphere or a Curve,
It has a specific number,
That through the formula
Bends everything, 
Though it never truly changes.
And these things can be used
To compound and know many things.
And the fact that they can,
This logic, shows a design
In our universe.
That we can understand.
Lines fit together, and we move to further truths,
Numbers dictate laws,
And what the numbers show,
Is design.

Wild were your fortunes,
Which you shipped across the seas...
A man for these times,
Let everyone now see.
You sailed so strong, and mighty
And took the risk it's sure.
All tried to stop you
Yet, you made profit on every shore.
A man of the times, you sailed to where there was best
Where there was naught, now there is
And that was the greatest test.
A great man, Lord in America,
Everyone could see...
Where there were no Baronry
You thought there still were, it seems.

Oh, at 5 I could think about Robots
And do my ABCs, at 10 I could
Kill an Ant, and do my algebra, please.
At 16 I could fall in love, and at
20 I gained my maturity's fat.
At 25 I became proficient
At 30 I became a Journeyman.
37, though, my mind is quiet
Almost immediately afterward.
Composed, in a way that is different.
It is a different mind already.
More grateful for the fresh tomato sauce;
My blood pressure is getting higher, too.
I have more peace than I used to. Like the
Flowers turn on their precious dates, so my
Mind does the same. Its seasons flower ripe;
And they are at their most beautiful peak
About to turn to an unripe berry.
And then a sweet fruit, ready to eat. Pluck
It when you do, the mind I do not know;
Will it stop soon? Or will it always grow?

Sing, sing songs of wisdom in your heart,
As you walk along the trail of dark,---
Meditate on wisdom's things,
And in the vault above, the angels sing...
Give thanks to God above,
And make a happy melody of
The things of God, so all things impress---
To the LORD, all knowledge invest:
Every word, every deed, everything you've seen
Shall be full of God's wisdom, to forever glean.
Satan calls, "Play games all day!"
As he tries to make you fear the way
To cause you to wander off your path
With idle boasts, so you see he's bad.
Yet, upon the paths of Wisdom pray.
And at the last, when I lie down,
Upon the rock of Christ's thorny crown,
I know, that my best I tried:
On the solid rock I lay down at night:
My bed's a firm foundation stone,
So relief fills my weary bones,
"If I thirst for righteousness, I then shall know,"
And there I rest my heart, to love.
Establish my songs, oh Heaven's King,
My Confessions, My Theses, and my History's things.
For upon Christ's solid Rock I lay,
And I do not fall through the pit's dismay.

Oh, sing, a prophet does not predict futures;
A prophet witnesses and interprets pure:
And on the Law and Nature the Prophet sees
And then he shows it by the strings of reality.
Upon that bedrock is the truth;
Not airy assumptions, but hard proof.

Chatoyant light flies
Off the gem, the syzygy 
Of Saturn, Venus 
And the Moon high in the sky.
He called eudaemonia
In mellifluous tenor.

His victim died. 
Thus did he.
It's purple blood a fact...
Dripping down the altar
To Baphomet and Baal---
And his fortune never failed,
But he had lost all his joy.

The problem with Trumpism, is it just makes a mess of everything. But, that's the problem with Left Leaning Philosophies, too. Why should you work 20 hours a week to keep Medicaid? Why should young children be counseled on how to transition their gender? Why should companies be allowed to screen you based on your point of view in Facebook Posts and such? Why should we progress so far, that employment and even learning becomes obsolete?

The fact is, it's becoming criminal to think differently. On both spheres of politics, if you diverge from either or, you're a pariah. If you fit into one camp, you get protected by their people. And that's the problem, I think, that became apparent when Trump started running in 2015, you began to see the culture shift. With Yale Safe Spaces, and the beginning of CRT and DEI policies in Academia, which led to the Smithsonian being changed. It's a pendulum that swings radically, in both directions, rather than equalizing at the middle.

Whether Trump has an undiagnosed disability is moot. The fact is the cause of his leadership, is polarizing the country, and both sides are creating havoc, and destroying the fabric of Western Civilization. Be it the Left who wants to apologize, or the Right who doesn't want to acknowledge the very real atrocities. We need to understand, America is special, and not apologize for greats of Literature, Arts, and Culture. But, we need to have reverence for the tradition, that America did do bad stuff. It's like the whole country has Borderline Personality, and splits, rather than seeing the nuance.

As right now, the Postal Service isn't working, Police are spying on citizens, and bureaus are being lobbied by all sides to do politician's dirty work. It's more like Feudal Lords, and Baronry, than it is a Federal Government, of the People, for the People, and by the People.

I was lost in Devonshire, 
And I saw there all I needed to see...
There was a Sage who neither man nor woman,
And there was there a great foe to beat.
I saw a prophet speaking,
They wish to turn my life 'to a curse...
To term me that forsaken,
To cause penury for my purse.
I drove to that great highway,
I had left a defeated man...
But though I could not succeed...
I am who I am...
I am that Christian in the Land...
Wandering over the valleys
So if you ever see me,
My friends will understand.

Fruitful Years: 

Of Theodore Marmaduke
The Odes of Ferguson
A Tale of Seven Kings
The Myth of Subang
A Meditation on Keat's Fall of Hyperion 
Transubstantiation
The Muse of the Arabica
The American God
The Children's Crusade
Prince Absalom
O Pilidod Grass, Spread 'pon the Breadth of the Mountain Valleys
Erin O'Conner
The Flying Dutchman and the St. Brier
The Love of Ellavine
The Ballad of Maddok
A Body of Evidence
What I've Seen of Love
Four Musings on Evolution and the Bible
Autobiographical Pieces
Jack Rogers

Storyhouse:

The Odes of St. Clause
Heaven's Imaginings
The City of God
The Jude Play
The Psalter of the Broom
Tall Tales

The Wisdom of B. K. Neifert:

Collected Maxims
Hyper Modernity
Meditations on Logos
The Little Book of What I Believe
My Politics
Laws of Wisdom---an Essay
A Complete Analysis of Paradise Lost
Visual Demonstrations of Basic Math Concepts

My Collected Writing Collections:

Utopia: A World Without Us
The American Civil War 
The Elf in Manhattan 
The Most Bitter Thought
The Jude Responses
The Tragedy of Joan of Arc
The Ascent of Death
The Jet Car
Man and Wo
Artemis XX 
The Third Reich
Ayin and Athrin
Cyrus Versus Caesar Battle Royal
The 90s
My Best Short Stories
Haikus
Songs
Nature's Portraits

Bread of Harvest:

The Master Key: The Orb of Fortuna and Wine of Kairos
The Prose Mythos
Anthem Louise Alcott

Flirtations with A'te:

Why I'm a Christian
Prose Poems
Animal Fables
Nature's Symbols (A Year's Worth of Nature Poetry)
A Collection of Some of My Best Poems (2017 - 2025)
Some Writings From When I Was Still in High School (2004 - 2007)
Il Tema
L'Antitema

Young Shadows:

The Odes of Brittos

Fairyland:

Prester John
Hymn of the Dark Crusade

The Chicory's Root:

Confessions
The Psalter of the Fig
Lives of the Apostles
Thalaba the Destroyer
Satires
Common Sense
Autobiographies
Some Essays on Math (Riemann Hypothesis, P Versus NP, Euler's Identity, Calculus, etc.)
Thus Spake a Nobody


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