In Pursuit of Christ

Jacob and the Christophany

The moral of Jacob's wrestling Christ
Is we ought cling to God in prayer
And struggle, even to the point of wounds;
And if we cling to him with all we have
We shall be saved and blessed and our names changed
To "God's Anointed Prince."

A True Account of Marcelles

Canto I

At the ides of the Roman Republic
The Consuls made sacrifice to the gods.
They buried two Romans and two white Gauls
Killing them as a human sacrifice
To bring the Romans fortune in their war.

Thus, out went those two consuls to conquer
And make war on the Gauls, to purchase tor.
There arose over Rome three distinct moons
As the rivers ran with the stink of blood.
The peoples thought this an omen from their
gods, so they sent word to Flaminius
And that slovenly blackguard Furius
To come back, and not to engage their foes.
Yet, word was not heeded, and they fought Gaul.
They returned, so brought themselves dishonor
For a God they did not know sent evil
Wonders over the land, to make Rome's folk
Repent of their doings. They thus heeded
The sign. They shamed the two consuls who put
Those four women to death, to pluck their souls
Into She'ol for the sake of reaping
A sign from aught their idolatrous gods.
Yet, from LORD JHVH came the awesome
Sign, and with it the stench of rotten blood.
The peoples feared, and so put Marcellus
As the Roman Consul, and sent him to
Battle the Gauls in the dark-green forests.

Canto II

There came to the war, where Marcellus found
Himself with few men in numbers. Come hordes
Of Gauls numbering ten-thousand horsemen
Over the ravine! Marcellus was so
Outnumbered, having a decimate halved of
The force of the Gauls; thus, on the day of
Battle, he rode his prized warhorse, without
Pride, but rather had a fear of the force
In front of him. The thunderous hooves of
The Gallic horsemen pounded through the woods
Shaking the branches off the trees, which scared
Marcellus' horse. The horse turned to face
The East, toward God's temple which was being
Built by a peoples hencefar unknown to
Roman might, who would one day be ruled by
Them and their empire. The horse was stayed
And thus Marcellus prayed to the unknown
God, "God of the Sun, the true God over
"All heaven and earth, if you save me this
"Day, I shall offer you the oblation
"Of Feretrius, and give it to you
"My greatest spoils of war, Oh Heaven's
"King!" Thus, when he turned his steed he bolstered
And told the men he offered oblation
Thus to consecrate the battle, but to
Hide from them that his steed had winced in war.

It came to, that from the woods emerged the
Gallic forces, who numbered twenty times
The number of Marcellus' soldiers.
The horses readied to collide with his
Yet from the horde emerged the Gallic Prince
Who wore an armor of Gold and Silver
Purified seven times, which was inlaid
With webs like that of a spider, and etched
Into it were fine gems of sapphire
Ruby, Emerald, Diamond, Topaz, Bronze
Links and Onyx; Amethyst and Coral.
Marcellus saw this as the oblation
And so smote down the warrior with his lance.
What followed was his train of troops rushing
To aid him, and they smote down more warriors
Than any victory in Roman times
Past, present or future. Thermopylae
Was a battle rivalled only to it
Which was fought by Pagans in their many
Wars. Thus, Marcellus had defeated Gaul
In battle, with petitions to the LORD.

Modern Wisdom is a Piano Tuner

Modern wisdom's a Piano Tuner,
Who, knowing that slight variations in
The piano's pitch---making it slightly
Unsymmetrical---Makes a more pleasant
Sounding piano scale. They then augment
This knowledge as a general rule of
Life---without first understanding that a
Basic knowledge of the symmetry gets
One closer to the object, than having
None at all.---This, our wisdom and folly.

My Search for Absolute Truth

At the beginning of my journey
I wrote stories about Utopia.
I had planned it
To create a working society.
I had also destroyed that society.

I also was steeped in number theory
Throughout my tenure at High School.
I understood numbers are subjective
And are simply arbitrary placements---
Yet, when arranged they create symmetry
And patterns which can be predicted with absolute certainty.
I took Music Theory courses
And found that symmetry was on a piano;
I found that symmetry was in nature;
I found that symmetry---later in life---
Was also in aesthetics.

Then, while sitting in my little guard shack,
Drinking excesses of Green Tea,
Air Conditioning blasting at its highest level,
I took a piece of string and a quarter
And I wrapped the string around the quarter.
Then I measured it.
It came out to about 3.14 inches.
I then realized Pi is the diameter of a circle
Whose circumference is one.

Later in life, I bought Euclid's Elements
And I studied them.
I found certainty within the principles
Of forming triangles,
And later I would study the Quadratic Equation
Picking it apart to see the formula and how it works.
I would then study the principles of Calculus
Then the principles of Phi, E and Pi.
Discovering within them axioms of truth.

I then discovered that same precision
When reading William Wordsworth.
That he conveyed a precise meaning;
Yes it was layered in nuance,
It was layered in obscure names of places and people,
But it---with their associations of history---
It conveyed a certain message which was
Undeniable. There could be no misinterpreting it
When the language was studied
And the words were taken for their meanings.

I then studied Confucius, Mozi, Lao Tsu,
Aristotle, Socrates, Plato,---
I read the mythologies of Greece
The mythologies of Britain,
The modern novels and literatures
Of the last five hundred years.
I discovered within them were principles
That validated themselves through self evident
Evaluation. And the closer they came to self evident truth
The closer it resembled the LORD's.
For within the logic of these writers
Were the proofs of their arguments.
That within their essays, novels and poems
The self evident truths were proven.

Then I found that even when an artist was obscure
A meaning could be found.
I found when someone spoke
It could be understood
No matter how complex it was.
For truths are shared, and those same truths
Being shared prove a universality of truth.
That if one understands the truths
And if given the right amount of education and time,
The truths are there expressed
Regardless of whether someone understands them or not.
That truth is permanent, unwavering,
Existing outside of us, and only to be discovered.
That even within the meaning of words
The mere fact that they are comprehended
Validates an objective, metaphysical world
Bound to a material world.

I then discovered that in moral philosophy
The Golden Rule was paramount
And was itself a universal truth.
That it was persuasive above all other truth
And that from it, could be established a moral system.
Yet I also found disagreement---
Yet, in the disagreement there was a certain degree
Of Truth, that even if not expressed or persuaded
Presided over our conversation.
In effect, I found humans discover truths
Both moral and physical,
Yet there are truths they will not discover on their own.

It became clear to me, that if I were to be a Christian,
I must see if the truths discovered by these other philosophers
Lined up with the truths I found in the Bible.
And they always did. I found invisible strings
Of connective tissue linking all events in the world
To a moral philosophy which the great sages had observed.
Yet each of them were wrong in very specific ways
But only one man, Jesus Christ
Had discovered the whole of truth...
Even when He said, "I come not to bring peace, but the sword."
That there is a time when even good men must fight.

For overreaching all truths
Was that sin creates suffering in the world.
And that is why it is sin.
For the more people sin, the more people suffer,
Until cataclysmic shifts in societies, by wars and purges and pestilences
Created by belligerence or negligence
Whether it be by the people's sociopathic aggression
Or their mistreatment of the soil to bring on famine or locusts,
Or their laziness which causes the environs to be foul and dirty
And thus creates disease.

For Thomas Jefferson said,
"We hold these truths to be self evident,"
And lo, truth is self evident.
For truth, if we tap into it,
Is a means to prevent the human race from suffering.
And if we tap into that truth,
We eerily find, more and more, it validates
The supreme command of scripture.
For the atheists say, "God cannot be Omniscient,
"Omnibenevolent, Omnipresent, and Omnipotent."
They would be right, except if God Himself
Dwelt in Three Persons, which each could
Attain to these attributes all at once
And exist separate, yet equal and also altogether one.

And I had found, in the end,
That my search ended with the Man Jesus Christ.
For what He lived, and died, and suffered,
And conquered, and raised from,
It is a story which resonates with the ages
And all of the knowledge of civilizations.
It all resonates, in a collective whole,
And when one takes all of man's theories
And cognitions, and ideas and bring them together---
As men collectively can pinpoint every truth all the time---
All of the mythologies, all of the knowledge,
All of the stories, the histories, the rapid shifts in mankind and their movements,
All knowledge, source and wisdom,
It all becomes hinged on the one fulcrum
Of that Man Jesus Christ.

Sherwood

He speaks his sermon upon the lector
Stool, which raised his foot in the height of air;
He was then taken to Vanity-Fair.
He preached the word of God; with spectators
Furious; with the local prefectures,
Who petitioned the bobby to arrest
Him by their wicked tongues of flatteries---
And so against England's laws they rebelled.
To the prison he was taken, and showed
Himself locked in the dungeons, so confined
He, within that station---steep bruise---was smote.
While wicked Parliament through rebel plight
Pleads for racial violence to make blood flow---
That England by her fraud turns law to show.

The Trojan War

Helen of Tyre
Write the story
Of the Trojan War;
Tell of that great
Nebuchadnezzar's
Besiegement of
And the breaking in
Of the inner wall
With that horse of
Mythic Legend.

Vomitoriums

Vomitoriums. Men's ileums displayed in beasts' ileums
Which Roman Soldiers lacerate.
All get stipends, and spend them
On Spectacles
Of men being eaten by bears
And those bear's being cut open
To see half digested human flesh.
Bread and Circuses.
Stipends paying everyone's way
So none work;
Foreign wars pay for this bliss:
Catamites in the bathhouses;
Sodomites in the bathhouses.

Child sacrifice;---birthing the child
And then boiling it in breast milk.
Having orgies on the mountains.
Ritualistic cannibalism;
Human sacrifice;
Child Prostitution; Sun Worship;
Legalized Murder,
Rape and theft.
For it is Religion which makes all violence sacred.

This was the past.
Love is not a natural thing
Humans understand.
This is Humanism
Because it is human.
So what changes the hearts of men
Allowing a paradise upon the earth
Succored by love, affection and general good will and charity
Is Jesus.

As a brother once said,
"The first generation sees Christ's morals
"And claims they are natural to man.
"A second generation sees man,
"And claims Christ is unnatural to him.
"A third generation comes---
"And how nigh it is--- and sees all that Christ spoke
"And calls it abomination."

Christ, Moses, Abraham, Melchizedek,
Their rituals of peace
Travelled the silk roads,
Travelled the Roman Highways,
Those the words of life.
Ought we question them and where they came from,
What does follow is a slow backslide
From a supernatural state of bliss
To the very hells found in Rome and Canaan.
Yet, do know it is hell
For they were but flesh
Marked by the Beast;
Nothing more than a mind and body.
Their spirit departed.
And thus, while living, they were dead.

The Sack of Tyre

Tyre was sacked with a
Wooden Horse, filled with soldiers;
Agamemnon was
Nebuchadnezzar, the true
Sack of Troy is that Tyre's fall.

The Utopian Ideation

For Utopia, blood flows through the rivers
Like wine, and unlike Cortez's troop
The soldiers drink and lap up the brine.

Utopia will never exist.
And those who desire it
Will spill blood.

That is not to say that blood ought to never be spilled,
Only that the Utopian will often be the first to spill it
And they will kill the peace of multitudes to appease their angst.

Heraldry

In a deck of cards there are
Spades, Hearts, Clubs and Diamonds.
Each displays the heraldry
Of the suit, and which family
It belongs to. Each suit will
Represent universal
Qualities of human beings'
Activities on the earth.
Hearts symbolize courtship; love---
Spades mean industry; labor---
Diamonds affluence; wealth---;
Clubs represent conquest; war.
The Red represents passions
And Black represents toils.

In Chess, the pieces will be
Black and White to symbolize
Dark's struggle against the Light.
Each representing royal
Armies and their offices
Taking to the battlefield.
Light always is advantaged
In any struggle between
The two, so it will move first.
Black, representing darkness
Will have to be on defense
For ancient in the man's id
Is fear of the Predator
And the Predator stalks at
Night. The herd animal and
All good occupation find
Their activity at day.
Thus, the archetypal struggle
Is the children of the Day
In conflict with the children
Of the night.

These archetypal
Meanings of the ancient games
Are like this for a reason.

Subconscious

The ornate ocean of purple foam
Flows through the arboreal accolades
Of seaweed forests among the turquoise
Sway of the lumbering ocean currents
Which follow through the periwinkle sky
And the pelicans and petrels fly in their whining
Serenades to the stars in the evening sheen of
Golden sunsets, cascading to the sublime shift of melancholy
Blue and red, to the purple setting sky
Beneath the horizon of musky dirt which
Spans as purple mountains above the sandy beach
Nigh that arboreal forest of seaweed
Which in the now darkening night fades
To a black world filled with the sharks and fish
Doing their dances among the crest of the sunlit
End, in the green flash of a perfect day
Upon the horizon of the ocean.

Making Candy

I see the candy first,---
And seeing it is blue
And pink, and red and green
I am offended by
The sweets---I say, "I can
"Make candy just as sweet."

So I do, and seeing
The inlays of the strings
Of hardening sugars
And the filling of true
To form flavors, drawing
Out the long sugar strands
In their colorful dough...
I then see the process
For my self, and respect
It---But, I like cooking
My roasts, cauliflower
Heads and risotto filled
With wine, cheese and creamy
Lathers of tradition.

St. Jude was nailed upon a rod
And a bird had nested there.
The Prince of Tyre and Ephraim
Made a god of him, despaired.

Prufrock had then busied himself
And could earn his loathsome lot
From St. Jude, whose poetry,
Was called Apollo's, a god's.

Prufrock lived long, loved his life
And dreamily thumbed his belt;
He wore suspendered trousers
But did drown himself in hell.

He lived with pleasure; "his" songs
Had won him beautiful wife.
The pleasure of her soft skins
Greatly eased all of his strife.

Yet a third had watched it all
Wondering oft when the throngs
Of merry mischief makers
Would then listen to his songs.

For the Godmakers had made
St. Jude their blasphemous rock.
Yet when they crucified him,
He said,
"Cursed be all who call me God!"

The Prey

The prey sees the predator
And it gives flight;
Thus, it survives.

The prey sees not the predator
And it is surprised;
Thus, it dies.

Evidence

When I look into a baby's eye,
When I see coefficients can be used to find the area of any quadrilateral,
When I look into the moon against a blue sky,
When I see Pi is a circle's circumference if the diameter is one,
When I see lines, arranged, follow certain rules when taking shapes,
When I see a sentence can always be understood, regardless of syntax,
When I see moral philosophers discovering the very principles Christ taught,
When I see ancient myths of resurrections,
When I see miracles described by Plutarch,
When I see the ramifications of bad philosophies on the world,
When I see the effects bad behaviors have on societies,
When I see Christ prophesied in the Old Testament,
When I see genuine human kindness, oh how rare it's become!,
When I see the stars and Niagara falls with the feelings they arouse,
When I see genuine romantic love that will persist,
When I remember peace,
When I watch a movie, and the good men kill evil ones,
When I see people who want to love themselves are the most selfish,
When I see falsehoods spring up into popular ideology, and they warp society into melancholia,
When I see nobody is happy, but I remember a time when they were,
When I felt the love of my family, my grandmother, my grandfather, my aunts and uncles,
When I see morals are certain because behaviors have consequences,
When I see selfishness hurts people, and twists all of society into a deep sadness,
When I see lustful people are vexed all the time, and filled with anxiety and bitterness,
When I see prideful people are loved for a short time, but it's only because everyone has too much pride,
When I see science calls evil things good and good things evil---I say to myself, "That can't be right",
When I see rainbows, saw cicadas in 1994, see the diamond of life within an Animal's mien,
When I remember being a baby, and not being an Atheist, but rather I talked directly to God,
When I see beauty is symmetrical and beauty is health,
When I see the colors of wildflowers and the bees pollenating them;
What caused the bee to fly and need plant nectar?,
What caused the beginning of the world?,
What reason do we grow colder the further we drift from Christ?,
What reason do the men claim there is no God, when their very breath is the evidence?,
What reason do we believe our consciences cannot perceive the real world?,
What reason do we pervert our nature to cause ourselves suffering, but then lie to and say we do not suffer?,
What reason do we say "Morals are universal," when the only moral men agree upon is "Thou Shalt not Kill?,
How long will it be when even that moral is no more?,
How many times must we witness a miracle, before we can stop rationalizing to ourselves that there is no God?,
How many beloved Christians have to die for the faith?,
Why did St. Paul and the other Apostles die for Jesus?,
Why is it said that Christ never existed, when His birth and death records are so stored in the Vatican?,
Why does Christ's death record say "He who claimed to be the Son of God," if not for Roman Conspiracy?,
Why did Rome spread a rumor and say the Apostles overwhelmed Centurions?
Why need this lie if He did not exist? ,
Why need this lie if He did not raise from the dead?,
Why are so many in self deceit and unhappy, when they can loose themselves from the bonds of Sin?,
Why are there righteous men who suffer, if not because Christ had said it?,
Why are there evil men who prosper, if not because Christ had said it?,
Why do we all know right from wrong, until we start claiming that neither can be truly understood?,
Why do we claim there is nothing certain, when there are many certain things?,
Why do we claim reason is subjective, if not only because we ourselves cannot understand?,
If we cannot understand something as simple as the meaning of a sentence, then how can we claim there is no God?,
That is the evidence I see, and there is much more.

Obfuscate

Please don't make me a philosopher.
Make me a writer, a story teller.
Make me a preacher; maybe my sermons are interesting.
Make me a reader who always tried to understand words.

The questions I ask are very different
From Philosophy's.
I'm not interested in whether God exists
Or whether there is choice;
Not in moral nature;
Neither in meaning nor in consciousness.

Jesus is God.
There is choice.
Morals are absolute and can be discovered.
Meanings are clear.
Conscience is obvious and reliable.

No, I'm interested in why people don't understand those things.
Why don't people believe in Jesus?
Why do men get dissuaded from moral certainties?
Why can a simple sentence get obfuscated by a reader?
Why don't people see their conscience is reliable?
Why can they not adduce from their own sight that others have the same?

Those are the questions I ask.

And the answer is always the same.
Because sin is lovely
Until it makes you unable to answer simple questions.

I've been called pseudo-philosophical for making these observations.

I found you one evening
While walking through a vision;---
I saw your face,
And knew you were my all.

I then saw you in my dreams
Mourning the loss of your love...
Did he love you?
I don't know, but I saw you

Sitting on your sofa
With your legs over the arms;
You were so cute
And I heard your name.

To me, it was the name of Heaven.
Where are you, my princess?
Are you held captive somewhere
By King Solomon?

Know this, I would give a talent
Of precious silver
Just to see your face again;
The face of Erin Amaris, Jorgia Erin;

Your name is Zion;
God's gift.

The Myth of Brahma

This myth consoles me.
I don't believe it,
But rather it reflects
The way in which my delusions work.
That somewhere in my subconscious
I believe I am asleep,
Upon a table, near death,
And I am meandering through this purgatorial cosmos.

That I lay there, like Brahma,
And this world is my dream.

The fact is all of my delusions can be rooted
In something like this idea.

And I find that's what bad religion does
Is play upon those subconscious fears;
Rather than confirm the material world
It tries to find ways to cause doubt.

Mind over Matter?

It was told to me once that our witness
Has power over the physical world.

To me this is something like Romans
Looking at a flock of birds
To determine whether their flight
Pattern is sufficient an omen,
Or a Babylonian throwing his bone
To see if the lot falls and answers a prayer.

The fact is the mind does not create its own
Reality, but rather picks up on
Subconscious cues built within memory
Which disposes it to believe.
In a sane mind, the thing believed is true.
We know this because some men do not believe
Yet what they don't believe in persists beyond their own awareness.
For they too are beholden to an external world
Which is not subject to perception.
For reality persists despite our objection or ignorance of it;
For, reality is confirmed by witnesses.

Lao Tsu

To understand Lao Tsu is to first empty all preconceptions.
For, all have preconceptions.
Then, understand that Lao Tsu is speaking
Of the certainty of truth.
He is speaking of the truth behind perception
The truth that is alogical
And unable to be touched or measured.
Yet, it remains certain and ever present;
It guides human lives throughout all generations
And through all times and space.

In the Christian context, we call it "Faith"
Or as St. Paul said in Hebrews,
"The evidence of what's unseen, and the substance of things hoped for."

In the Platonic context, we call it "Word"
Or the actual meaning of what's been said
Rather than the artifice of literal interpretations.

And since both East and West have discovered it
Often multiple times,
We can be certain that it is true.

If one looked at the work which solves
An equation like: 3x^2+26x-12=0,
The calculation would be very long
Very tedious, and frankly, only a select few
Educated men could even understand it.

Yet, everyone wants an answer to life's
Most complicated questions with simple math.
Thus, the most complex question,
"Does God exist", or "Is life meaningful",
Is to be answered with a simple addition problem?

The math I presented is very difficult
Yet, it isn't even the most difficult
As Calculus and the higher principles of Geometry
Are far more complicated.

It is true you can make an elegant case for God
Such things as "If there is Good, then a god must exist;
"Jesus is Good, therefore He must be God."
Yet, the skeptic will say, "Well, God told Israel to destroy the Canaanites."
To which, one would need very complicated explanations
For why this is: Simply stating the solution
That the Canaanites were Devil Worshipers
Who practiced ritualistic cannibalism and pedophilia
Is, to an Atheist, "Word Salad".
For, they want to understand the entirety
Of the ethical equation,
Which is far more complicated than Quantum Mechanics.
For human morality is something---
If tried to understand on our own---
That even the most intelligent men
Have only found bits and pieces of.

Which is why the simple Morality of Christ
In Matthew Chapters 5 - 8
Should be the basis of our calculation.
For, if Christ's words are applied
As functions in a calculus equation,
The equation solves itself down
To the nitty-gritty of the harder to accept commands.
For if Christ is God Come in the Flesh,
As He claimed to be, and He preached such a perfect
Moral system, like calculus we can calculate from there
That the entirety of the Bible is true.
Because other moral sages have found only parts
Of the complete moral teaching of Christ
And those same sages had severe flaws in their doctrines.
Christ, however, had none.
Which is why I can be certain He was truly
God made in Human Flesh.

The Towers

The Towers are manned
And the forces are grim.
Pike lances glimmer in the sun
As hordes march on Zion.

The walls of the city are filled
With archers, and the armies
Stand within, quivering.

At last, the siege towers move
By the pull of mighty men,
And at last the battering ram
Starts to move.

The hordes outside the city are
The civilized men of Rome
While inside the city
Behind eighty foot walls,
Are the peoples of Zion.

The civilized Romans marched their hordes
To the walls, in their towers reaching to the sky.
And the Sappers dug beneath
To level the wall with magic powder.

The archers unleashed their volleys
And the Roman centurions made their testudo.
The arrows bounced off the shields
As the towers crept to the wall.
Both of them, with their brazen gates.

The Jewish forces fired flame arrows
Burning down the towers,
Which used up so much precious lumber
In the surrounding forests.
The lands were ravished,
The fields burned,
The grains plundered.

The hungry Jews thought back to Babylon's
Siege, and had cried out, "Zion will never fail!
"It is prophesied! We are established a kingdom
"Forever!" yet, Roman might burst the walls
And men were crushed between the rubble.

The Romans marched through the streets
And Israel gave up their war.
For like the Prophet Jeremiah,
It was said, "Give unto Babylon,
"Let not your hearts fear
"For they will treat you
"Well, if you do not rebel!"

Thus, the war ended
With Pompey's victory.

Vesuvius

Pompey, your armies sieged Jerusalem's
Walls; One hundred forty-four years did pass;
God would avenge Jerusalem for twice
Siege and massacre; Woe! Good Jewish men
Did die, but God did make Rome pay the price.
For at Pompeii Vesuvius would cast
Its porous pumice upon the women
Men and children in that city's cozy
Walls; where within, vestments worn by priests
Were preserved by that great city smitten.
Where a testament of that city's past
Is seen for all, how judgment can come within a night.

BC to AD,
Between,---there is a three year
Gap,---is when Christ preached.

By Roman conspiracy
Were't years removed by Caesar.

The modern lie is that literature is subjective.
It is not.
Some literature can be.
But, almost all literature
Has an objective interpretation.
If it didn't, then why even write it?
The problem is a reader
Isn't trained to find the meaning.

When I hear pastors lie
Saying Homosexuals have had
On average five hundred Sexual Partners
Or when I hear that they are pedophiles
Or when I hear that they spread AIDs
I feel like we are losing as Christians.

I believe homosexuals will
In the future have monogamous marriages;
I believe many Heterosexuals have
Had more than five hundred sexual partners;
To be honest, divorce and serial monogamy
Infuriate me as much as Homosexuality.

Why aren't the preachers preaching against casual sex
In all its indiscriminant forms?
Why aren't they infuriated, and preach scathing sermons against divorce
Which harms more people than any homosexual ever could?
Why don't they recognize that almost all men and women
Have had thirteen to fourteen sexual partners in their lives
Homosexual or not?

It seems like we choose this one sin.
And I hate it as much as any pastor.
I say it's a sin---an abomination---
It's as bad as catamism or paramourism.
The whole culture is selfish
Beyond the point of control.
I've seen studies that say
Almost all our youths are one hundred
Points higher than Hitler in their sociopathic trends.
It's because of our idolizing sex.
It's because we all want sex for the wrong reasons;
We are all animals, and not seeking love.

And I'll preach a sermon against Homosexuality;
But I won't lie about them.
I don't believe the average homosexual has had five hundred partners.
That's impossible by all standards.
I don't believe they spread AIDs any more than Heterosexuals.
I don't believe they are more disposed toward attractions to minors
Than anyone else.

But, it is a sin and it isn't conducive to love.
Because it's completely selfish
And is leading toward a culture cut off
And maligned by wickedness.
For, I see it.
Histrionic Personality Disorder contains three percent of individuals.
Borderline Personality Disorder contains another three percent of individuals.
Sociopathy and Psychopathy cointains one percent of the population.
That's seven percent of individuals you meet on the street
Who have dangerous disorders.

And certainly, the antisocial tendencies of youths is extraordinarily high;
The average Generation Z individual in college is one hundred points higher
In their antisocial tendencies than Hitler was.
And the reason for this is our indiscriminate attitude toward sex;
For sex is a sacred thing, which builds love.
And Homosexuality, along with a laundry list of many other behaviors
Are the cause of this.
For the kids don't know love,
And as Plato found in the Symposium
There is a direct causal link between a Healthy Romance
And the very form of Love;
Which, if you ask that generation, they cannot know.
They cannot know love, period.
They don't know what love is
And it's confused, and they are antithetical to love
Scorning all things which are good and pure.
In fact, they hate purity, so that even some Homosexuals are seeing it.
The whole culture has flung off the handlebars
And traipsed into a dangerous hatred and self conceit.
And while I don't believe homosexuals necessarily have to be so promiscuous
What they do is not love... not according to the form of love
Which our last generation has absolutely know idea exists.

The Nethanim and the Old Knight

A man with a shield and sword
Upon his home's wall
Reclined, wondering at the battles
He had once fought.

He was an old knight
Who never fought a magical thing.
No, he fought men
And in valiant battles
He would smite down
His enemy, one after another.
He was one of a handful
Who lived old, so he had food in abundance.
He had his maiden,
He had his children.
Yet, upon that wall
He stared, reminiscing on his battles.

There came to him a Nethanim
In armor, who had fought Helldames
Vampires, Orcs, Elves
Wizards, Witches,
And once fought a Giant to a draw.

The knight saw his fellow traveler
And welcomed him into his abode.
The Nethanim surrendered his sword
At the door,
Of Damascene forge,
And sat down to sup.

The Nethanim had seen
All in the man's house;---
The knight's pretty daughters
The knight's Lady of the house,
The knight's well stocked horses.
He saw the knight's furnished table
And the knight's mid sized house.

He did not see the shield or sword
Upon the wall.

The knight asked,
"Whose court are you?"
The Nethanim replied,
"I am of the court of St. Jude
"And I come riding this way
"To slay a dragon."

The knight, never having seen a dragon himself
Was skeptical.
"Tell me, how many dragons did you slay?"
"Never in my life had I slain a dragon.
"They are among the hardest creatures to slay.
"I had gone toe to toe with a giant, once,
"And fought him to a draw."
The knight then said,
"Certainly, you are deluded.
"Who do you really fight for?"
The Nethanim stopped feasting
And considered.
"If thou must know,
"I fight for God almighty.
"There is a contingent of knights
"Of Twelve Orders
"Who battle the things of the dark.
"A man cannot slay these beasts
"But only God's power.
"So, there are knights whom
"Having the faith to wield feats of strength
"Against such foes, and with no magical aid,
"Fight these beasts."
"Surely, do you have a token?" asked the knight,
Whom the Nethanim took out a finger.
"See, this was from an Orc I fought several months ago.
"Beastly creatures they are."
The knight thought it was a peculiar looking man's finger.
He said, "I wish to have more proof."
So, the Nethanim took the canine tooth of a Vampire.
"This I took from a vampire. I broke his teeth with my fist
"In combat, and then slashed his head off.
"He burst into flames, of course,
"But I kept his incisor as a trophy."
The man looked at it.
"Certainly it was not a vampire
"But it was a mighty beast he won this from.
"I will respect him,
"For he certainly beat some beast
"Be it a wolf, or a small lion,
"Or even a leopard."

The Knight was satisfied that his company was
Indeed a valiant knight.
But, there snuck into his mind
The glory of his previous wars.
"What I wouldn't give to be in combat
"Again," said the old knight.
The Nethanim looked grave.
"You would wish to fight
"Rather than enjoy these pleasures?
"Beautiful daughters
"A succulent feast
"Maid and Man servants
"Sons and a Lady of the household?"
The knight daydreamt.
"Had you remembered the fear
"Of being in combat?" asked the Nethanim.
The knight thought back.
"No." he said,
Suddenly flashing back to his battles.
"It all was fear,
"Wasn't it?" asked the knight.
"Such is the way of the sword;
"It calls you, however.
"There's an old proverb
"That once a sword tastes blood
"The knight is cursed to wield it
"For his entire life." said the Nethanim.
The knight nodded his head.
"And you, you have fought many things.
"I wish to have just one last battle."

The Nethanim ate his chop of mutton
And shook his head no.
"Valiant knight,
"What you fail to understand
"Is that during your combat
"You had fret and fear.
"You are reminiscing on the past
"But forget the pains of the past.
"Why not enjoy what you have here?
"Rather than go on another adventure
"Why not enjoy this beautiful life?"
The knight became irate.
"You would insult me in my own home!
"Your indolence!"
The knight stood up, and
Drew his sword from the wall.
The Nethanim stood up,
Frightened.
"Sire, I do not wish to fight with you."
But it was too late.
The knight swung his sword
In a fit of anger
Not before the Nethanim broke the knight's
Sword with a might clap of his hands.
The old man fell scorned.
The Nethanim sat back down at the table.

"Old knight, you are a fool.
"You wish to relive your struggles
"And cast yourself back into the uncertainty of battle?
"Why not enjoy your sup here?
"You cannot because you are too greedy.
"Like most men.
"If you would simply satisfy yourself
"With the things you have earned
"There is no need to throw yourself
"Back into battle's heat yet again
"For the sake of vainglory."

The knight, in hefty fear
Saw his favorite blade broken
On the table.
"You broke my sword with your hand?"
Said the knight.
"Yes. I did break your sword with my hand.
"Because you drew it upon me
"And would not heed my warning.
"A man who wishes to relieve his past
"Is a fool, especially one who has obtained wealth
"Honor, and the company of wife and sire.
"You be glad I do not slay men
"For if I were an orc, you'd already be dead.
"However, with your bloodlust,
"It might one day soon turn that you become an orc
"Cursed with immoratlity,
"And an insufferable hatred
"And an envy for naught."

Truth

The truth is not
Subjective.

Canto VII

Oh, the rich in hell who have lived idle
Lives shall be trodden down by those wrathful
Men who by pride burden everyone with
Their covetousness. For riches they rage
And are not satisfied, and these will be
The punishment upon those idle rich
Who have lived luxuriously on Earth
With the fat income gained by usury.
Under the swamp will those Idle men die;
And the wrathful rich trample them by covetousness.

Writer's Block

Writer's block, how you come to me once again.---
Staring at this white sheath in front of me,
I succor the demons when I consent to you.
For when my hand forgets his discipline, I am
Like Keats was while watching the Nightingale.

Then I fly like the bird when my thoughts are free,
For the joy is like the Cicada's Chirping
In the forest with its gay little life.
It fills me to the brim with ecstasy.
A disciplined writer finds their music
In all of life's events. Being prayed for in the wilderness
For seeing Satan's false signs,
The vertigo swirls through a life satisfied
By small events giving succor for a poem or two.
So, I fight to stay the writer's block away.

For in the forest, I am frightened by all prospects.
By poverty, but riches, by stagnation, but progression.
My heart is heavy within me, ready to burst
For the songs I've sung are lonely and none have ears.
I wonder about the Nightingale,
How something so small brings inspiration for a masterful poem.
I realize writer's block is not allowing oneself to see
The connections, yet it is true that none really want to see them.
So, I sorrowfully sing my songs in silence---
The signs from Satan are too numerous for me to ignore.
The world does not want a master poet.
What it wants is simply to be the Nightingale.
Yet, by being so, there is no nectar left to drink
For it was all spoiled on honey
But none were bees.
For all have drunken up the fun
And left nothing.

Thus, writer's block becomes the natural order of the world;
For if the fun has all dried up
And the flowers all sucked dry
And the bees hadn't made the honey
Which gives them their joy for drinking nectar;
Sweet the nectar is, and it is a good occupation
Where sweet is always in the mouth.
Yet, the labors of our modern age
Make life bitter, for the Songs are not loved
Thus, the cycle of drinking and making
Is over. With that, I close my eyes and sleep.

The Changelings

At the local McDonald's, was a masterpiece
Written, and the Coca-Cola was plenteous.
Sweet was the verse, and sweet was the brine, so smooth.
At the counter were those busied by their work;
And I felt camaraderie with them while the words flowed
From my pen into the notebook. See, Death
Was on my mind, that androgynous changeling,
And it was out to procure its galactic conquest.
With a urine, feces, blood and black flag
It banned the cosmos under its reign of tyranny;
Shedding law, love and decency.
I drank my Coca-Cola, plenteous
And freely flowing, on the television I saw it
Tearing down statues and making racist laws.
"Cyrus had died, so Darius must reign," I thought---
That and all the beauty made by the white race.
Why Colonialism is wrong, I can't understand.
Yet I have my sympathies with the Tribal life;
I see just as much beauty in that way of life.
In China, Mencius said, "Let the farmer do his work, for he knows
"The time and seasons to put forth the plough." And I
Look at China, seeing it turned grey by German
Philosophy. Its tradition was to let the worker do what they know.
Yet, at that McDonald's I saw all shades of skin
Working for a common purpose. There's noble
Truths in all three races' wisdom.
Yet, Communism is a white man's philosophy.
More White than the capitalism we use now.
Just some food for thought to all of our Woke comrades.

The Triumph of Meat

The triumph of meat, that freedom is true,
And far more precious than a thousand laws.
Together, with friendship, the joy of the hunt
Beams on their faces, and when asked
They say, "We believe our ancestors
"When they die, go up with the Son."
Pure freedom, joy, and ecstasy is on their faces
Knowing that the Baboon's meat is everything.
The philosophical depths stop at life's necessities.
What's most important is "Meat".
A simple answer like a Child were giving it.
The little civilization forages through the forests
And the veldts, searching the ranges for food.
All life is a search for the bare necessities.
Their civilization is more ancient than Babylon.
They are happier than any German.
They are far more alive than any Spaniard.
They are far more wise than any Chinaman.
What the tsetse prevents them from obtaining
Is found among the fruits found by foraging.

The Blue Moon

We carry the torch of wisdom
Over the ample seas
And through the mountainous valleys
Into the bastioned cities.

We are a society of men
Who carry firsthand knowledge
Of the cross.
Looking into the heavens
We see the evidence for our God.

We dare not say the whole truth
For who should ever believe?
But rather, we men, leave fragments
Of the truth across the many seas.

For good is an agency of God
And evil what's ugly to man;
We see in all things the evidence
Which flow from time's shifting sands.

We are small, we are strong,
We can make the mountains move.
With our prayers we heal the blind
And with our words we prove God true.

We have encountered Him
In many of our prayers.
We are the men who have knowledge
So sons of man Beware.

The Pharisee would walk the streets with his hands
Over his eyes, in order to avoid the sight
Of a beautiful woman or a sinful idol,
Which would catch an ever wandering eye.
Confucius said suffer a woman to drown
Rather than take her by the hand to save her.
For tradition to these men was the way to cleanse souls.
Was Confucius a Pharisee, probably.
However, good, he had concluded,
Is self evidently so; and good must
Be part of one's daily habit. For tradition
Finds its root in ancient established laws.
For he saw that goodness established customs
And then those customs would be later core
To the felicity of human government.
Just like Moses' law established justice
So did the law Confucius base his judgments
On establish. For, good is good by the sake
Of its being inherently good. 'tis
A tautology, sufficient in itself;
For reason cannot exist without tautology
Or self evident truth; thus, Confucius based
His philosophy on self evident truths
That man needs to love and so order his
Respect with those filial bonds which are formed
For the sake of human happiness.
Yet, like all men with an ideology
He and the Pharisees forgot the exceptions
To the rules established; that if a rule
Contradicted the course of humanity's love
It was to be rejected; and this is why Christ
Is preeminently divine, that though
Confucius saw the Legalists as fools
He invariably was one. And Christ is not.

The Problem of Evil

It is precisely that men are not good
That is why there is evil.
There is nothing which says life must be suffered
Except the human proclivity to cause suffering.
The man who says, "There is so much good in humanity,"
Does not actually know humanity.
If he did, he would say something quite different
Especially if for his whole life he were on the receiving end
Of the general populace's cruelty.

The Problem of Free Will

It remains true that all things
Have their cause.
We are also free to choose.
At every temptation,
At every hardship.
At every rough spot,
There is a choice between two paths,
Both paths caused by the temptation.
Which path we take,
Which were caused by the temptation
Is where humans have choice.
Nobody is determined to be a bad person;
So if a series of unfortunate events
Occur in life,
One has the choice to resist temptation;
That same person has the choice
To spill blood.

The Parable of the Archer

It's said that men are like an arrow
Shot from a bow
And their paths are determined
To fly true; or
Sink or raise,
And, thus, stray off the mark.

I say all men are like arrows shot by
A blind Amateur,
Who when encountering Christ
If so they chose Him,
Will miraculously
Hit Him, like an arrow might hit a rock
And divert directly into
The bull's-eye
Perfectly straight and without fail.

Feminism is a sign
For the church today.
For, as the Church surrounded Christ
In her rebellions and slew Him,
So the backslidden women surround their men
In these days---a newly created thing---
And this sign accompanies the closeness
Of the LORD Jesus, and His plans
To redeem Israel.

Do not fear it, my brethren,
For though the women are backslidden
And are besieging their masters,
It will be used for the Good;
So rest assuredly that this is a sign
Of the soon arrival of Christ.

Am I limited with writing
Like I am with the piano?
In the Piano, I cannot play
All the scales, nor transition
Into new movements.
My piano playing is derivative.
My notes are true;
My rhythm is succinct and on time;
Yet, am I, like with my music,
Unable to play in different scales?
Limited to a few Jazz Chords
And the same basic scaled melody?
I struggle to invent new songs
Because I don't understand melody;
It is foreign to my brain.
I cannot create melody
Because I cannot understand how.
I can appreciate it in music;
I crave it in what I listen to. But, I cannot form a melody.
I cannot play in different scales;
Only C Major, A Minor, C Minor and D Minor.
I have a basic understanding of chord progression;
But, I simply do not understand melody.
I cannot understand melody.
Is it also so with the profession I chose?

Amoral
Is just immoral,
Where the immoral thing
Is inconvenient,
And to bypass responsibility
It's called amoral.

Childhood

There is a truth
To all things,
And it can be found.
In everything, there is a way
Of making them fit together
For the good of people, the planet
The plants and the animals.
It is something true to nature
And it can be found
By looking at things
And seeing how they work.
It can be found through memories
When you know times were better.
And in those times,
If you can remember,
Things were put in their proper place.
Everything was understood
And fit in its little space in the world.
And people were much happier.
They were much simpler.
Right and wrong were not argued about
But, because everyone was happy
It moved the world along and people didn't
Have the strange questions they do today.
Because everything was orderly,
And everything had its special place.
There were no big ideas
Or things that needed to change.
At least I can remember this.

Oh, war, I come to you again.
A muse in my innermost thoughts
Of why men would slaughter one another.
It was mentioned that you are fought
Because of beliefs, and that to deny
Such a thing is to deny humanity.
I look at this, and say, "There is nothing
"Human about war." Thus, I remember
The age old adages of the Stale Oxford Don;
"War is about Economics." How intelligent
Men wished for it to not be the case
To build a case for Christ on the back
Of Religious ideology. For the ideology
Is beautiful because men do fight for it?
I believe men fight for their religion.
But, only because the religion brings comfort.
It brings order, and it brings familiarity.
It so orders the world around oneself
In a familiar way, that brings just recompense
On the unjust---for most religion is about establishing
A law, by which men must live.
Then, Religion is about solidifying that law
Into the bulk of populations.
It is, yet again, another form of economics.
Why the most ugly thing about humanity
Must be awed at, as if religion were the force
Behind war. I say to those who say this
Even the well meaning advocate of the faith:
War is purely about economics.
And when men fight for God
What they truly fight for is the comfort
Of agreement between man and man
And the sacred bonds of uniformity.
That uniformity could be as simple as the color
On a piece of cloth. Men fight not for God
But they fight for the band and group
Which so identifies them.
And it is an ugly thing we ought to cut
From our flesh; though sometimes
The war is just, when the economics being fought
For were indeed comforting, and beneficial.

America, thy prospers are sublime.
Why wish for the fall of this good country?
Why fight and rebel against its great God?
I can pour Ambrosia into my cup,
Cold, smooth, sweetened with Piña - Colada
Tartened by fruits of Greek Cherry Yogurt.
A Klondike Bar makes its dregs chocolate.
America, thy prosperity is
Like nectar. Why dost thou throw it away
On untruths? Why dost thou wish to make man
A god? Every man a judge of beauty?
Why dost thou say ugliness is beauty?
Why dost thou make wealth a judge of what's truth?
We shan't fall to fascism if we will
Rediscover that this Ambrosia came
From blessings of Jehovah Provider.

I have not infatuation;
I have not amatory.
The Minstrel said,
"Be like a Roe or a Stag upon the hill."

I have no desire to cross my tackle
To fend off the advance
Of another stag.
For no woman is my beloved.

How I wish my banner was love,
And she were under me
And my hand was under her head
And beneath her back,
And the cedars were our roof.
How I wish we would find
The secluded space in the vineyards.

I have not awakened love.
My heart is sore lonely
Waiting to be plucked
And refreshed by apples
And raisin cakes.
For I am secluded
And far away from my beloved.

I adjure you, O Daughter of Zion
To find me, and awaken my love.
For I am sore vexed, and see your form
Yet, it is only a body.
I know not the daughter
Who inhabits the vessel.
Peer through the lattice,
Find me, oh Daughter of Jerusalem.
For my loves need awakened
Lest I sleep the sleep of bitterness
And my heart goes to the grave without having
Tasted of love.

The age old question,
"Does life have meaning without God?"
The atheist response is,
"I can create that meaning."

In my dream,
My Doppelganger
So he could impress my relatives
Called down a ship
Which morphed in midair.
It looked green, rusty
Almost like a camouflage
Yet metallic in nature.
Upon the ship were beautiful Giants
Looking like Amazonians.
Gorgeous creatures;
Perfect in every way.
Beneath that was further compartments
Of what seemed to be a laboratory
Or nuclear bunker.
Some science fiction base of some kinds.
It was the ship.
The ship had been filled with
More Giants than the Planet Earth
Has people.
And, at the underbelly,
There was a butcher station
With a conveyor belt taking recently
Butchered human meat
Up the belt, and I saw one of my doppelganger's friends
Jump upon the belt, likening himself
To the meat.

The world can get that bad
Which is why I cannot see
Life's purpose being fulfilled
Without God's help.
As that dream, disturbing as it is,
Has its real world roots
In things such as Aztec or Carthaginian civilization.

I suppose the ship had an ecosystem
Where the beautiful giants
Hunted the lowly men in the lower compartments
And the ship were a Serengeti of course
Where the human like creatures
Would hunt, farm and eat one another.
The depravities of humanity are endless.

So, is there a purpose without God?
That's not the question we ought to ask.
The question is, "Can we fulfill life's purpose
"Without God?" And the answer to that,
In my humble opinion,
Is no.

The Fable of Shi Wu

The Empress Shi Wu was extraordinarily beautiful.
Her bosom was supple,
Her face like a well sculpted diamond,
Her stomach like a sack of wheat
With four precious stones,
Her legs were thighs of strength
And her feet were like sparrows.
Her hair was that of a frame
Which framed beauty incarnate.

At the beginning of her reign
She saw the people were poor.
So, she began by making the people richer
By adding tin to their silver coin.
This, by reason,
Made the coin much more plenteous.

The people became poor.

Then, she began to build the merchant guilds.
These guilds she would cause to make merchandise for the poor.
The merchants built and made much merchandise,
So Shi Wu put more coin into the economy to buy merchandise.
But, the merchants ended up with all the coin,
And would melt them to make pure silver,
Buying the poor’s merchandise with the dross.

Shi Wu then began to become rich by the merchants
Who supplied her treasury with great merchandise,
Even from greater Persia all the way from the Other China.
Shi Wu became exceedingly rich.

The people became poor.

The people had traditions,
The people had great science.
Their science said the world was round
That God created the world through nature
And that men were made up of smaller parts.
Shi Wu then saw this.
She said, “Tell the people there is no God
“And that their traditions are worthless.
“That their God says the earth is flat
“And that God did not use nature to make the earth.
“This way, they must buy more.
“Make enriching me their religion.”
So, she did.

The people had tin
And not silver,
And a shekel of tin was worth a grain of wheat.

The people became poor.

But Shi Wu, they heard,
Said that their traditions were stupid.
So, the people began to believe that the earth was flat
Rather than believe Shi Wu.
Obviously, if the earth were flat,
It would explain the lie of Shi Wu.
The people also believed that people
Were not made of smaller parts…
Rather, the people were just one whole
Flesh of writhing sinew.

Their traditions, they thought,
Were correct, so when Shi Wu said
The traditions of the ancestors were that men were sinew
And that the world were flat,
The people began to believe their traditions
Instead of Shi Wu.
This angered Shi Wu,
So she began to tax the people.
For, their traditions held that the earth was flat
And now the people believed the Earth was flat
Because of their traditions
Which Shi Wu said were not good.

Thus, Shi Wu in one last act of defiance
Disrobed, and called in every male within the borders of her country
To come and view her.
Lusty she was,
She did obscene things before their very eyes
Just to humiliate the traditions of their ancestors.
She said, “See! Is not my beauty sufficient?
“You all can have Shi Wu who wants her!”
But, there began a rumor saying,
“The Emperor wears no clothes.”
This angered Shi Wu,
So she said, “Anyone who says, ‘The Emperor wears no clothes,’
“This man, woman or child shall be put to death.”
But, the people, all having seen her shame
Did not believe her, though many were put to death.
For the traditions of the ancestors were stronger
Than the tradition of Shi Wu.

47.

All Saints Day

Came on All Hallow's Eve
Nine minutes of hell.
The children had pomegranate
Sweet Breads, apples
And nuts dropped into their bags
While the masses were in mass.
And thirteen thousand houses
Would be destroyed.
Church, palace, convent
Nothing was left
After the fires, the waters
And the Earth.
The waves swallowed the treasures of kings
Diamond, carbuncle, corundum, beryl, onyx
Tsunamis tore into the sleepy city with golddust waves;
Killing 50,000 souls.
Half the country's gross Domestic Product
Was eaten by the trembling of
A Nine Richter Scale quake.

Many lost their faith.
Why?

Was it because All Saints Day
Would later become Halloween?
Was it because God hated the veneration of the saints?
Was it a natural phenomena, uncontrolled by God's hand?

The answer is no.
Jesus answered the riddle seventeen hundred and fifty five years
Prior.

In the end days, there would be rumors of war
And wars, and great earthquakes and famines
And plagues in diverse places.
There was another earthquake
That same year which hit Morocco.

The thing is, we ought to be ready to abandon our wealth
Our lives, our livelihoods for Christ.
For the days of His coming are nigh;
Like Poseidon, he comes with the quaking of the earth
And the rising of the seas
To wash away.
Yet, it is not diverse gods
But only one.
To remind man that He is the one Who brings fortune.
He is the one who brings destruction.
On good and evil, such things will overcome them.
Because it is a sign of the time
And if we get complacent, and comfortable,
Sometimes we need to be shaken out of our slumber
To remember the awesome power of providence.

48.

Dueling Dreams

The American Dream.
One man says, "It is dead."
Another says, "It is alive."

He who says, "It is dead,"
Sees what America has become,
The pursuit of possessions,
The pursuit of fame
The pursuit of power;
And this dream of the Nineteen Fifties
As both interlocutors have agreed,
Is the pursuit of wealth and prosperity unmeasured.

He who said it is alive, however,
Reads Jefferson's words
In the constitution.
"Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness."
That these rights are inalienable.
He is right that the ideal American Dream
Are these three ideals.
Yet, he dismisses what Jefferson said,
"The separate and equal station
"To which the laws of nature,
"And of nature's God entitle them."
Not understanding the Law built
Within our nature... to which I appeal to it
And he says, "That is an appeal to authority."
In that statement, it breaks the American Dream in two.
For, if there is no authority, but our own,
Then there can be no life, liberty or happiness.
For all men, equally pursuing their happiness
Would infringe upon others in their happiness.

Thus, the Pursuit of Happiness
Becomes materialism...
And our younger generations sacrifice liberty
For that goal, rather than the whole.
For they will sacrifice authority
On the alter of Logic and Reason.
Yet, there is nothing logical about rejecting
The authority of how human minds are bent
And the order created by Law for their own happiness.
For if there is no Law and Order,
And Laws are not written according to the Laws which the God of Nature has dictated,
Then there can truly be
No Happiness at all
For all men's pursuits would trample upon other men's rights.
And that is the station of our way today.

49.

I have heard it said
That there were two rival Princedoms.
The one dwelt by the waters
Was a lush kingdom,
Where the peoples,
With skill, had tilled the soil
And learned how to grow good crops.
Yet, the other land,
Being much more fertile,
Was ruled by a Warlord.

The King who ruled over the first kingdom
Was benevolent, and gave His subjects
Freedom to think, believe and behave
In any manner they so chose.
He did not oppress them
And He gave them their hearts' desire.
Knowing that their work
Produced the crops
And their crops produced the harvest
They must have toiled for the harvest
To be fed, and the King saw this was good.
For the land was dryer than the other land.

Yet, the Warlord presode over the lusher land
Where there were rumors of crops
Growing far more frequently.
It was rumored to have three growing cycles
And the fruits were supposedly decadent.
So, it came to be that many of the subjects
Of the First King's kingdom wandered over
Into the Warlord's lands.
And having wandered over to the land,
They were immediately subdued by his laws.
Yet, being fed, they lingered there
For the toil was not so great.

Yet, the Warlord had designs
To kill all of his subjects,
And thereby he was a foolish Prince
And caused great dearth in his land.
He oppressed his peoples
And killed many of them for no reason
Save his delusions that humanity was a curse.

It soon came to be, that the King
Saw His subjects were fleeing His kingdom
And He sought the reason why.
It was because the lands to the North
Were more fertile than the lands He had governed.
So, He mourned, knowing that the freedoms He had given
Were far more precious than the sustenance of sin.
It soon came by envoi that the King had learned
The designs of the Warlord. That the Warlord
Sought to slaughter all of the people
From the child to the elderly woman and even man.
It grieved the King greatly
So He had made a pact with the Warlord.
"Spare all the peoples, even those who came from your lands
"And those who come from your lands into my lands
"They shall be safe. Yet, those who stay in your land
"They shall suffer whatever you wish.
"Only spare the ones who leave and come into my domain.
"If Thou dost this, I shall be greatly pleased
"And even willing to hand over my own life for theirs."

So, the Warlord greedily took up the offer.
He paraded the King naked through the streets
And caused all of the subjects to loathe Him.
The Warlord then beat Him, whipped Him,
Caused all that were many to even spit on their Savior.
For, they did not know.
It soon came to be, that the Warlord pierced His hands and feet
And nailed the King on a tree, at the border of the two kingdoms.
So, there, all could see the King were dead.
Yet, messengers came swiftly into the Warlord's domain
Telling all to hasten and run away
Into the King's domain where they would be safe.
For, the Warlord had thought to kill all the men who stayed.
Yet, very few listened. And many decided not to flee.
Yet, numerous were those who fled the Warlord,
And they found paradise in the Kingdom.

Yet, the Warlord was wroth that his subjects were fleeing,
So, before killing them, he roused their hearts against the neighboring lands
And raised an army greater than the sands of the seas.
He had amounted them, and convinced them that
The land before them would be theirs
If they so chose to enter into it through his force.
Yet, it was deceitful, but the Warlord saw
That there was yet no King able to defend it.
Yet, while the army was upon its march
The King who was slain stood upon the hill
Between the two kingdoms.
The Warlord had said,
"You are not dead? Yet I watched you die?
"Our contract is now nullified, since you now live."
And it soon came that one hundred forty-four thousand
Stood upon the crest of the hill with the King,
Faced against numbers greater than the sands.
The battle was fierce,
Yet not one of the one hundred forty-four thousand knights fell in battle.
The Host of the Warlord's, however,
Was slaughtered to the sum,
So that only the Warlord remained.
This man, the King threw into a dungeon
And burned his kingdom with fire.
The King's kingdom, however, through the knowledge of the land and its lay
Created a far more fertile land than even the Warlord's.
So, the peoples who escaped the Warlord's "utopia"
Were then given back their freedoms,
And prospered for eternity.

Note: This is an Adaptation of a story I heard in Church. The Preacher had recited it, and I gave a shorter version of the story, filling in the gaps of what he preached. His version, the King's Father, the Emperor, came and fought the Warlord, and I felt that since the King is Christ, there would have to be mention of the resurrection. There'd be no victory over sin without the resurrection. Not that his version was lacking. It was just mine needed to be written as an addendum, to glorify Christ.

Tyranolog, sit upon thy bench
Of acacia wood.
The Library of Alexandra lay
To the foreground.

"By the law of the land
"All your knowledge
"Retain'th in these volumes.
"Thou must, on threat of imprisonment,
"Tell every book thou hast ever read
"Every paper, every thought thou heardst,
"And thou must tell which of these books
"It come'th from."

The little Ethiopian Boy
Glanced up at the large palace.
"I cannot tell what books
"I read to obtain my knowledge
"Tyranolog. For, I've read so many
"And have seen so much.
"It is all a part of my very soul.
"Cannot I make something beautiful
"Without having to tell what book I may have learned it from?
"Or must I, lonely, keep a log of every sentence I read
"And thereby put it into a file as large as this library
"And so find the exact phrase which inspired me?
"For, I have written in my short life
"A summation of what I know.
"Must I now recant every word I have ever read or heard
"Before my life's work be published?"

The Tyranolog threw down her gavel.
"Blasphemy! You hear the offense against wisdom!
"Throw this boy into the dungeon
"And burn every word he had ever written."

Such it was under the Tyranolog.

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