So, David had sowed a seed---a king, And that King was Solomon. So did Satan once sow a seed,--- And that seed was Death. By the rape of Bathsheba Came into the world Solomon. By the rape of Scylla Came into the world Death. Why does God choose one man And another man He hates? All do their crimes,--- Yet one is destined to heaven But the other is destined for hell. It is an offensive thing, This cross. Great offense That two men, having lived one life One could be sent to paradise; The other sent to hell. I suppose that is the very breadth of it. Two men, exactly the same, One finds God While the other, he will not. What divine messenger spreads God's Word, It is to one eternal life So to another it is eternal damnation. What separates the two, in All likelihood, Is the beating heart. Two men live perfectly symmetrical lives, All which determines grace or gory pain: It is that beating thing beneath our chest. Keep it good, unstained, Though one had done what David had done, One will still see eternal life.
Category: Creative Writing
Atlas
I stood, with the heavens on my shoulder. If I could get a man to look up The earth should be saved. However, I had committed offenses Against man, and as the preacher Does, I held above me the pillars of the earth. The mountainous daggers above me The sinner's abyss below me. I, I stood with the heavens upon my shoulder. "Look up! Look up! There is a God, "There are His angels, and His Cherubim "And his Seraphim, and His Archangels, "And Messengers, and His Nethanim, "And Cherubs, and those sleeping in the grave. "There is a world beyond our own. "If you'd just look up, "And unburden the heavens from my shoulder "And hold them with me "The earth might be saved." The men stood, saying, "There are no heavens. "There is only the earth. "The stars are falling, "But we do not perceive them. "The heavens are shaking, "But we do not want them to be. "Terrible misfortune has come upon us all "Yet we, we wish to live like we always had. "Believing in great mysteries about ourselves. "For we are too preoccupied with the things of this world "To even look up, and see the stars have fallen. "To even look out, and see the seas are raging "Over their perpetual bounds." I looked upon them. "Men, men, countrymen, "Do you not see that I alone bear the pillars of the Earth? "Do you not see that I alone bear the heavens on my shoulder? "You have taken the Gorgon's head "And have petrified me. "For I can but stand, and ache, and stiffen my nape "Against an unwise generation as yourselves. "You do not see the disasters among you, "You deny the glorious reward on high? "What, what do you seek? "If I alone bear the heavens on my shoulder, "And you do not look up, "It will come crashing down on all flesh, "And I will but be a grain of sand "Weighed in the measure. "It would all fail, "And I will be dead, and you so with me." They say then, "The sky is falling, says the preacher. "Has he not always said this "From days of old? "Has the sky fallen? "No, I say it hasn't." To wit, the preacher gave one last breath One last desperate straight of his back And bore those heavens strong. Then, he collapsed under the weight of the heavens. The men stood in awe, "Has the Christian Preacher fallen under "The weight of his own prophecies? "None of his ill foreboding came true." There came a voice thunderous from heaven, "Love has departed from the earth. "Men, seeking to be like the beasts "Have succumbed to their primordial pleasures. "Thus, your own hell will be by your own hands "That none, for a thousand generations, "Shall know what love is, "Or know what it is to have peace. "None shall know what it is to have joy "Or even know that there is a God. "This preacher has come to be with good men "And gracious women, "Who have all suffered, "But none so bad as the tyranny "Man had created when he said to God, "'Depart, I never knew you.' "Man wishes for God to depart, "God shall depart, and all the good things "With Him, while this preacher sleeps, "And shares in conjugal vows with his Creator."
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The Bible on War
I worship God because of what He said war ought to be. It would keep people from starting them, If those verses were followed through to their T.
Ethos; A Tanka
I've heard a Pedant Snob say it's the part you play. "It is not," I said, "Ethos is your inner-borne "Character, and nothing else."
A Mark Twain Quote
There are three kinds of lies: Lies, Damned Lies And Statistics."
My thoughts after seeing a U-Penn study that inferred people are less racist under Trump. It’s also my thought when people say how peaceful modernity is. How there are less genocides. Currently, there are four happening around the world. One in the Middle East, one in China, one in South Africa and another in Myanmar. In Myanmar the estimated number of dead are around 9,000,000. In the Middle East, uncountable numbers of Christians have been slaughtered, numbering in the probable millions. In South Africa, probably hundreds of thousands. And in China, numbers uncountable. Then there’s the stuff about crime statistics being low. There are riots in every major city, but the statistics on crime, as quoted by liberal pundits, have actually remained the same. There was also less police funding, therefore, less investigations into the crime, which means less charges. Then there’s the idea that war is happening less. There are countless going on right now, in every continent except North America and Antarctica.
The Daemon of the Market
The Shadow Jinn, with the blackened scales in hand Weighs the copper, silver, gold; he gives and takes. Whom he bestows glory upon That man is rich, famous and honored. Whom he withholds the grains of copper and gold That man is obscure, and will die. He controls all prosperity upon the Earth, With the face of an old man and golden grill. He is pale like the ashen remnants of fire, And he is cold as the chilly February ice. He bestows fortune upon whom he entrusts it, And he withholds fortune upon whom he will not. There is a story, old as the ancient days That an Angel of great might will bind him In a prison for one thousand years. At that time, the scales will be in the hand Of the just---for this Jinn controlled the world For a time. And it is he who makes man destitute. It is he who caused all the suffering in the world.
Government of the Moneyed
Black is the day that the shadow Fell over our land. All want the cannon gibberish while Freedom drinks hemlock like Socrates; Powerful men control speech. The strongest, through their money, Create their government Of portals and addresses. Strong they are, And great among the nations. They silence the voices of the dissident. They crush opposition with silence. Silence, they say, is the enemy. Yet, when skilled voices are Stopped, the strong are made weak Through silence... How can my voice break through?
Critics Destroy
How many times I've seen a man sacrifice his creation To a critic. How many times I've seen that same man Diminish his art At their alter. Light turns to darkness. Criticism destroys pure artistic aims--- Except where it compounds A technical flaw. Be true to your art. Do not let the dark hand of another Taint it. You either are an artist. Or you are not.
Liberty Watches
Oh, Maria, from sea to shining sea, From the canyon which the Giant dug, To the city where thy greenly feet stand; Songs against thy fat land are proudly sung As the blackened Cherethim in armies March across thy fords and burn thy sweet land, So babes are shot in the streets untimely, Oh! great black armies make their ghastly stand. The speech of Maria's chosen do dim, The cheerful songs of those merry with wine Do stop in the dead of night; children Die, of all creeds and runes, those children die--- The black armies of the Cherethim march The snakes and cockatrices bite venom Into the hearts of all dared merry men, Who. from their daily coffers, now are shunned.
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