Scandalous Monster

He lie sleepily in his bed,
And a merciful man;
Though men wanted to kill him
His prayers were in all their tents.
He did not want anything,
Save to eat from his work
And be fed by a clean tongue.
His desire was for a warm body
Of a beautiful woman to sleep next to him
And for good food of a provincial kind.
Not for riches, glory, fame... no...
Only for a wife to work beside him.
He never received it,
For on the night of his death 
The world went to war.
And like a certain patient
He died in the bombing.

The world, though, thought he wrought it.
They thought he did it through his foreboding.
Rather, he saw the strings of providence long ago
And the circumstances compiling,
Where no other thing could come.
There was no fixing the world's problems
And he cried for peace,
But when Israel had to go to war
He knew there could be no peace.
So he stayed silent,
Voted for the tyrant he swore never to vote for
And died a merciful man, vilified,
Until the truth came out it was a plot
Against him all along.

Gabriel Ash

So far beyond me, thy seraphic intelligence wise;
So meticulous on every detail.
Great poet, great leader, great innovator.
I, a measly worm, work to eat my bread.
Take poet laureate from me, take the laurel;
Let me eat. For I do not seek to claim your crown
But only take my portion in the land of the living.
I wish to eat from my labors
And accomplish Solomon's wisdom.
For it will be my joy.

A Conversation with Jesus

"They need to believe in this, my son."
"Why though, my Savior? Does it need to be literal?"
"As my flesh was literally crucified, they need to literally believe
"In Adam, and yes, even Eve."
"Can it not be a type?"
"Your world, the one you came from, it could be
"But man is losing his ability to understand.
"They need it to be real, for the Tower of Babel has once again fallen."

The King’s King

In my vision, the King's King
Put to death the painter;
He killed his childhood friend;
And one day he was told
"Fit a square peg into a round hole
"For you cannot." And he did
Put the square peg into the round hole
And there it lodged, never to come out again.
The King, underneath the King--
The king of the Northern Province--
Was so enamored by this
He thought to reverse all truth
And create a station of man
That was unmovable.
I saw it through this demon's eyes
Now, the same one I saw in the mirror
The same one I saw at my house
The same one I saw sitting at my Grandfather's stoop
Watching birds go to the bird feeder,
And I realized he sought to steal my philosophy.
He truly does not understand it---
And the King underneath him
Will create a hellish state for mankind.
Thus, Zion will have to deliver the Manchild
And through her virgin birth
Deliver us from that evil on that day.

i Imagined by Me

They exist, just if you're using two dimensions, it exists in the third dimension. You can see the imaginary numbers are plotted on the Z axis. What's really weird, is that no similar construction works in some higher roots. But they work again for other roots. Everything we use in math, corresponds to geometric equivalents.

Thoughts on Christopher Langan

[P]eople with that High IQ tend to be looked down upon. They did the same to Plato, Socrates, Confucius, Christ... really the whole list of the greatest Geniuses. I believe him. When you have a 200 IQ you tend to be a little "Lazy" and are insatiably curious. Most of the 200IQ club find low stress jobs, and just live life. It's actually interesting how we want them to achieve great things, when really, they probably understand just how ridiculous it is to try and change the world. You don't really need to do that, so superior geniuses typically don't even try. Goethe, also, didn't do much beside write books. Claiming Langan is an average intellect, is kind of {} dull{}. He probably is a 200IQ genius, he just understands the complete vanity of life. As is something to look at, how we don't really need to accomplish anything in this world, just go about our business and live life humbly and eat from our work. That's really all there is. And then dullards steal it from us, defame us, and do everything they can to take it from us, because they can't do the same.

I think jealousy is a huge factor here. I understand his theory--and there's some credibility to it, but in a slightly different way, as it's not our mind shaping reality, but reality shaping our mind--and then of course there's things we can't get into here. But, generally, yes... he is onto something.

In a Christian context, that's what faith is, is seeing the subtle hints and nuances in reality, and then believing on them. As Christ is preeminent, and ultimately God over all. He shapes and creates, and makes sound. We don't do that, as there's septillions of other human wills all working in accord at once, and to say they all shape reality, I think they observe their world, and their minds get predicated on it. That they can't go beyond it, but some people can.

A YouTube Comment

Better to end up in a psych ward, and be stigmatized, than become a beast. You need to do what's right in all circumstances. Even if it means sacrificing your own comfort.

It's better to be lowly and humble, than be a bad person. Great men and selfish men are destroyers. A compassionate man cannot be. He doesn't have it within himself. Nor does a man who keeps to his work, and silently does his job, and lives with full identity in Christ Jesus.

Because we need Christ's teachings to be wise, and know how to do good. We need to let go of our sin, and let go of our hatred for others. We need to forgive. If we don't, we'll become the beast. If we hold onto violence, vengeance and anger, we'll become the thing we despise.

I'd rather not become that, but rather use Christ as a shield, and His teachings as a parable, to help me grow in my faith, and be a better person, so I don't become the thing I fear becoming.

Because you need to give all you have and longsuffer. There is no sin in patience. There is sin in greed.

Christ is preeminent, and I'll prove it. By being a better person for it, and keeping myself pure and humble, and unstained by the world. When people look at my life in the future, they'll see a harmless man convicted by Christ, not a man of the world, coveting it. That's if they even remember me at all, which my memory can perish, I'll choose Christ Jesus in the land of Milk and Honey.

On Jordan Peterson

"You become a marionette" and are "harmless", that's kind of the definition of Meek. If he truly understood the Gospel, he'd realize the Meek are those who are saved. Those who are led around by a rope, and are two ton animals who could pull you anywhere if they just understood it, but they simply cannot. Jordan is a quintessential goat, leading sheep around the pasture, and butting them for the food in their stall. Sheep are shy animals, and only respond to the Shepherd's voice. No one else's. But they do follow around the goats sometimes, and take part in their mischief. What Jesus says about the Sheep and Goats, "They feed the homeless, they clothe the naked, they visit the widow, they visit the prisoner, they visit the sick." I got to say that's my religion... is compassion. Jordan's religion is like the Nietzsche version of Christianity. It's like a Greco-Hellenized version of Christianity, which isn't the right way of understanding it.

My Family’s Eyes

My dad's dark blue
My brother's green
My mother's blue...
I had always thought
I had blue eyes
But it turns out I have
Heterochroma.
And sadness makes my
Eyes turn from their crystal blue.
LORD, let me have blue eyes.
There it is on the picture of my dad
His eyes, what they always were;
In his form which is always him.
And that is the right color---
Though I do have blue eyes
For that means I have joy
And not sorrow.

Heterochroma

My eyes are truly blue...
Yet, blue-green they become
When I am in despair.
LORD, my eyes have darkened
Like the Psalmist there says;
I am Blue Eyed Dayfour--
Not Hazel Eyed, for joy
My eyes are blue, not green.
Yet they have darkened like
Abraham's son, Isaac;
And the LORD's anointed
David. My eyes are blue
For that means I have peace.
Now, my eyes are darkened
And blue-green, like my mom
Had told me many times.
My eyes are blue-green, for
They change color when I
Am darkened by sadness.
But, they should always be
Blue. Satan, you did this
To me. But I'll forgive you.

*A previous poem said "Hazel" but there is no brown in my eyes. My mom told me I have hazel, which she meant to say my eyes change color from blue to green. The term for it is Heterochroma, and my dad and brother both have those same eyes.