Maxim 1: A globe is a good thing to own.

Maxim 2: Have some nice things you can take out of their place, and look at sometimes. But not many.

Maxim 3: The stupid thing about self deceit, is that you still know you are being deceitful.

Maxim 4: There can be as much cruelty in trying to be kind, as kindness in having a disposition that is cruel.

Maxim 5: I'd prefer a man who wears his opinion on his sleeve, and tells me honestly he does not like me, to the one who hides his hatred with sweet melodies.

Maxim 6: The kindest man, is often one with a cruel word. Whereas the vilest man, is one with flateries.

Maxim 7: The kindest people can put up the harshest defenses, and cut you with their words. Whereas the meanest man can flatter you till Sunday, and ruin you in a moment.

Maxim 8: A Russian tells the truth, and this makes them impolite; but they still tell the truth. And that makes you like them.

Maxim 9: A man who tells the truth to you, will unmistakably be a better friend, than a man who lies to you.

Maxim 10: Best friends are not those who bestow gracious words and kind gestures, but the ones who talk about real things, and don't believe everything they're told.

Maxim 11: A friend will ruin you for a moment and give you a lifetime. An enemy will cling to you for a lifetime, and ruin you in a moment.

Maxim 12: Honesty is rewarded more than flattery, by those who who truly wish to benefit from it.

Maxim 13: Flattery is rewarded more than honesty, by those who wish to never know themselves.

Maxim 14: The stupid man is nobler than the foolish man.

Maxim 15: The average intelligence of people does not allow them to grasp much.

Maxim 16: Smart men think they do the world a favor by reminding the masses they are stupid. 

Maxim 17: A dictator is a bit smarter than the average person, but there is a threshold of high intelligence where a person cannot ever become one.

Maxim 18: A good ruler is often not intelligent. They rather rely on their cabinets and administrators to lead them to executive decisions.

Maxim 19: Heads of states with IQs above 150 are prone to making massive mistakes. That is why you ought not have philosopher kings.

Maxim 20: The smartest men make bad rulers because they understand all too well the people they rule.

Maxim 21: Intelligent men do not seek political office, not because they are smart and therefore avoid it, but because they cannot attain it.

Maxim 22: Politicians without greed rule countries well; envious ones are their ruin.

Maxim 23: The king who is a philosopher, allows genocides in his kingdom; the king who is a man of practical arts, usually abates them.

Maxim 24: You find no more foolish man than a philosopher.

Maxim 25: The man who thinks he can forge fortune, does not understand it. But the man who seizes fortune, does.

Maxim 26: There is a thief and liar who has a good life, and a good man who doesn't. That's just been the way of the world for six millennium.

Maxim 27: To try and change the world, is to make it have your faults, and rarely gives it your good qualities.

Maxim 28: A philosopher like myself, might be useful, if it is only in the realm of arts that I dabble, and not realpolitik.

Maxim 29: Artists are philosophers, because philosophy is best suited for art and entertainment. Not for real world decisions.

Maxim 30: A world without philosophy would be boring as hell.

Maxim 31: Literature is the best philosophy, and the worst philosophy is artless.

Maxim 32: I listened to a philosopher once spend 20 pages to prove light reflects off a wooden table. Somehow this proved God doesn't exist. I still don't understand why.

Maxim 33: The manic high, and depressed low, the euthymic middle. Not a sound mind. And usually because they caused trouble.

Maxim 34: "That's crazy," is what they say to people who tell the truth. Until the thing they thought never could, happens.

Maxim 35: People, despite insistently being proven in the wrong, will still continue down their path of degradation, and every fulfilled prophecy, is a moved goal post for them, that can prove nothing.

Maxim 36: In the 00s they boasted that 1984 could never happen. Hip teens back then thought for sure, with their swank nihilism, until they ushered in the beginnings of thoughtcrime.

Maxim 37: The silliest thing about success, is the refinement and superficial manners it brings.

Maxim 38: The silliest thing about poverty, is the depravity, and how it reveals our true nature.

Maxim 39: If you think you can move to the woods, and survive, you'll likely die in less than a week.

Maxim 40: People invariably need one another to live. That is why capitalist economies are the best. If you cannot understand that link, then don't become a politician.

Maxim 41: Marxism is conceited... it is envy and covetousness born by frustration turned into a war, and then into tyranny.

Maxim 42: The stinky thing about Freelander Society, is that it would probably last about as long as it did.

Maxim 43: Second shift hours--getting to bed at 12am and waking up at 10am--is not shameful, so long as you do work.

Maxim 44: I covet the ability to wake up early: If only I could function for so many days doing so. Having tried, I'm worthless doing it.

Maxim 45: If you could shield yourself from both poverty and riches, shame and allaudement, do so.

Maxim 46: Good fortune is modest, not extraneous. Anything more than what you need, destroys who you are.

Maxim 47: Fame is not to be coveted. Rather, it's to be avoided, unless you are someone whom the people need.

Maxim 48: If you can gain success, do it without destroying yourself.

Maxim 49: Poverty, the kind found all over the world, is actually a rich life that no one covets.

Maxim 50: Every child of the 21st century goes through a cycle of interest and boredom. I don't know whether by expectations, or by design. But it is the greatest hindrance to their chance at happiness and success.

Maxim 51: To be consistent is real. To be ever changing is false.

Maxim 52: Do not masturbate. You will make so much love in your dreams you'll want nothing to do with it.

Maxim 53: Yanking on the monkey makes a frustrated desire.

Maxim 54: The mind is privy to feel things it never knew. Be it sensations or emotions... or even tastes.

Maxim 55: Do not feel guilty for dreams, my children. They are but dreams. As Leviticus says, get up, wash, and stay out of battle. That is all the commandment says about it.

Maxim 56: You can feel pain in your dreams, often because your battle with the shadow is your greatest war.

Maxim 57: Sex feels good. Love feels real.

Maxim 58: Covet nothing in this life more than true love. Not the rapturous kind that is like soda on vinegar, but the kind that is general amity.

Maxim 59: Do not separate from your spouse for prolonged periods of time.

Maxim 60: When dating, if the woman truly loves you, she will spend all her time with you. So with the man. 

Maxim 61: There is a cold artifice to modern relationships, that all love must be cut with the knife of betrayal, and all hearts must be broken. It is the rule.

Maxim 62: The woman laughs at her husband. What can he do? The child holds a grudge.

Maxim 63: If there is one thing that makes "Gay" a sin, it is the cruelty of people who believe it is okay. There can be no fidelity with the person who holds such a position... all relationships to them are foreskins, and a little controversy is the knife.

Maxim 64: A foolish man disputes with a wise man. A wise man disputes with a foolish man. Where there are two wise men, there is usually no dispute. Where there are two fools, there is mischief afoot.

Maxim 65: The best way to be wise, is to place yourself among the wise; argue with them if you must, but sooner or later you will stop and listen.

Maxim 66: The wise compels a fool in nothing, for they are a fool. The words are like cymbals, noisy and clamorous.

Maxim 67: "Evidence", yet they do not know when something actually is, and will outright lie to dispute it.

Maxim 68: A good lawyer makes up facts in the moment, and uses extraneous laws that ought not apply.

Maxim 69: A bad judge takes too much consideration of the law, and not enough of right conduct.

Maxim 70: I do not care about the Second Amendment, insofar as I do not want to own a gun. But I do want my neighbor to own a gun. So I do not have to then petition to own a knife.

Maxim 71: The true intent of the Second Amendment was to make life dangerous, so there would not be too much bureaucracy. Not to defend a country against itself, which would be futile today, as five men could kill ten thousand.

Maxim 72: Where there is a public piano, and people are forbade to play it, you know you live in a dictatorship. Whether by the people or the government, it is still what it is.

Maxim 73: At the cloister, if you can, play the piano. See what happens. Either good or ill. That shows you what kind of church you are at.

Maxim 74: At the cloister, reveal a secret to the pastor. If he cannot hold his constitution, move on.

Maxim 75: If the Altar does not cleanse sin, then what is it for? What is church if it is a place where perfect people congregate and pretend to have done no ill?

Maxim 76: One of the most ironic things about today--and probably Satan's greatest maneuver--is that Christianity is a little bit naughty in some regards with the things it allows and believes; compared to the stinginess of a modern woman, who has a morality more prudish than a nun's, but the forehead of a whore.

Maxim 77: If you write for an audience, you’re writing propaganda. If you write for yourself, you’re writing art. Propaganda sells, but art lasts.

Maxim 78: You got to love each season, in time. Winter for the snow, spring for the flowers, summer for the rain, and autumn for the peaceful silence.

Maxim 79: I Live by the New Testament, while my adversaries die by the old.

Maxim 80: Absolutely no good can come from playing with gasoline and matches, unless you’re making a cooking or heating fire.

Maxim 81: In my lifetime, I have seen the slow strangulation of freedom--at school I watched this thing happen, as first it was the Good Lunches, then it was Hall Passes restricting the number of times you could go to the bathroom; then it was the Vending Machines which sold Soda. I studiously rebelled, as I do today. I want freedom; not tyranny.

Maxim 82: Actions don't have consequence these days. There's enough desperate men to make a whore happy. I just saw one today, who was a porn star, ready to settle down with her boyfriend. Just by getting the taint, that's all most men desire these days. And women too. No love. No honor. Just a little sting from a honeybee. They don't even care if they're sharing the pot.

Maxim 83: Karma is just milieu.

Maxim 84:  If the uncles are arguing politics at Thanksgiving, {...} it needs to happen in a healthy democracy.

Maxim 85: If the people want fortune over freedom, then they want Kings to be their rulers. And by extension, they are deprived of both.

Maxim 86: If depth of conversation is an offense in democracy, there is no more democracy. There is a popularity contest.

Maxim 87: People['s freedoms] need protected from their neighbor[s], as much as from their government.

Maxim 88: In ethics, a criminal knows more than someone who passed a bar.

Maxim 89: Sin causes selfishness; selfishness causes hurt; hurt causes anger; anger causes hate.

Maxim 90: The worst effect of sin, is when it breeds apathy and causes you to dash others' hopes.

Maxim 91: The most grievous evil, is sin established with contentment. Others see it, and say it is a way, but then cruelty lurks everywhere.

Maxim 92: The greatest crime of humanity, is to have always associated passionate love with adultery and not the marriage bed.

Maxim 93: Some may call what I write deranged, but its strangeness comes from without and what I've witnessed, while my heroes kill it within.

Maxim 94: It’s kind of lame to ask people to know everything, and then get offended when they don’t.

Maxim 95: Islam spread by the sword. Christianity by martyrdom. You decide.

Maxim 96: The greatest mistake made by lovers, is to court without the fires of infatuation. The second, is to assume those flames will burn on for eternity.

Maxim 97: The [Bible was] written contemporary of the events. We have plenty of evidence for that. It's just the Bible makes true predictions, which make{} Academics think it was written later.

Maxim 98: Enlightenment is just another vanity. If you know how to do right toward your neighbor, and believe in Christ, you'll be saved.

Maxim 99: What a world. We sue our geniuses. And then steal their ideas.

Maxim 100: Educate even a peasant in right conduct, and let the ancient knowledge of their professions not be interfered with, and your land shall be called "Glorious."

Maxim 101: Welfare ruins a state by fostering a forgetfulness of the family's trade.

Maxim 102: You don’t have to be a bad person. Nobody has that power over you.

Maxim 103: To hate and despise is doubt. Not confidence.

Maxim 104: I practice what I preach. Exponentiated equations have multiple answers.

Maxim 105:  Our math is defined by shapes, not our shapes defined by math.

Maxim 106: "Lift Every Voice and Sing" is not about two nations, but finally becoming one.

Maxim 107: The hymen proves virginity is not a made up concept. In fact, there's a lot of chemistry involved with that, that doubly proves it.

Maxim 108: Flatter me, I'll suppose you really mean to destroy me. Tell me honestly what you think, no matter how different, I'll respect it.

Maxim 109: To give a true compliment, there must first be resistance in other areas. And no snuff of tact or politics.

Maxim 110: We are too scientifically advanced for war, but philosophically, we have regressed back to caveman.

Maxim 111: Homosexuality blurs the line between right and wrong; when that line is blurred, it leads to worse things being accepted by the culture; and when that happens, the culture fails, gets despotic or gets conquered.

Maxim 112: The Greeks and Romans said a man without Logos was a slave. Thus, the point of American Education is to bestow the gift of Logos on students, so we have a nation of kings, and not slaves.

Maxm 113: I can know all I need to know about a person, by their dog's attitude toward me.

Maxim 114: The thing I've heard a fool say most, is "Just because you say so, doesn't make it true." Then "How does reason work," they cannot know, for they opened their mouth before they listened. And refuse to know.

Maxim 115: There was never a disagreement I saw, that didn't start and end with desire.

Maxim 116: Some may say the only thing that distinguishes humans from the other animals, is that we know we have rights. That's literally the second and third chapter of the Bible. It's literally why there are laws. It's literally the theme of all the great sages. It's like arguing there's no sense to what someone says, when you say law, morality and human rights are not real. It's simply unfounded, and not true. It's not a story we invent. It's the reason we tell stories in the first place.

Maxim 117: Just because Disney made a stinker, doesn't mean you get to sue them.

Maxim 118: It's just natural, that it's happier both for rulers and their people when they have laws and rights. Hence why civilizations founded them--some may say those principal Laws were given by God, too.

Maxim 119: If Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness are not self evident, then neither are the laws of addition or subtraction.

Maxim 120: I'm a fire and brimstone person. No more kind person you'll ever meet, than a good old fashioned fire and brimstone preacher. Quote me on it. All their bad stuff comes out in that preaching, so they live peacefully inside.

Maxim 121: People have too much compassion on animals, and not enough on humans.

Maxim 122: To know that men are inherently different than beasts, watch the beasts eat, and then men sat down at table. What you see is lawlessness contrast with law.

Maxim 123: Just in: Karma is why there are Indian men neck deep in human sewage, and Dictators swimming in money and women.

Maxim 124: To have malaise around an animal generally makes it distrust you. Just like with people.

Maxim 125: Everything in this life is really moot. Fame. Fortune. Success. Family. Achievement. We all go to the grave. And there what we’ve done is accounted for.

Maxim 126: [T]he person most likely to be a killer, is the one obsessed with other people doing it. The most likely racist, is the one obsessed with racism. You catch the drift?

Maxim 127: The act speaks volumes of the heart.

Maxim 128: I’d rather pray selfishly, and act benevolently, than pray benevolently, and act selfishly.  I ask Him for things for myself, because I can do for others with what He provides me.

Maxim 129: If you can give nothing, then pray for that person.

Maxim 130: The acumen of a true artist is to know when you're done. So you don't spoil the original effect.

Maxim 131: The issue with most writers, is they worry more about their words than the idea. Have an idea, and the words will naturally flow the more lucid it is.

Maxim 132: Just because you hold a degree in a field, does not make your word gospel. In fact, the most common sense things can be overlooked by the most educated people.


1. O Preacher!

Oh preacher, you ask,
"Has the rose turned into a
Thing new?" I dare not
Say so, the rose, once a bush,
Is now a creeping vine! Woe!

God is king because of His morality. 

2. The Gospel of Mary; The god of the Present Hour

Blessed are the warmongers, for they shall have plenty.
Blessed are the prideful, for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the rich and sleek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who deny Christ, and walk not in His ways, for you shall find no adversary on earth.
Blessed are the deceitful, for they shall gain a great fortune.

The child in the womb is evil and a great vexation
And the world shall not be burned with fire
For I give you my womb in a new covenant, made to Noah
That I shall not destroy the Earth.

It is more noble, for man to lie with man, and woman with woman
Than to bear a child on the Earth.
Love is a burden, and great evil
And Peace and Forgiveness fail.
For, if you seek Peace, know it can only be found through great conquest.
And if you want forgiveness, know Karma is all there is.
You shall be reincarnated on this Earth, and forever die in a cycle of death and rebirth
And those who seek Good, must fight, war, and rage at every injustice done to them.
For, God will not turn back the captivity,
Therefore, shun those who try to do good
And ally with those who have no regard for law,
Save "I do unto others what they do unto me."
For, the two greatest laws are this:
"Do as thou wilt, for there is no God who will make an ultimate end to evil
"And Love thy own, but not as much as thou lovest thyself. Love thyself above all things
"And continue in this blessing, of getting what you want by harming those who put their trust in you."

For, if you subvert the man in his cause,
All will be right with you.
And if you pervert justice, all will go in your favor;
And you will live well upon the Earth and be satisfied.
If any does you wrong, slay their children, and their grandchildren.
And if any does an evil deed to you,
Get back sevenfold what they have wronged.

It is more noble, I tell you,
To lay with man on man
And enter into many orifices
Than it is to enter man's member into the woman's.
For, this creates children, and children are a great burden
And they may grow to be unfruitful, and do evil.
Therefore, destroy them.

If you have children, know it is a sin
And you must never discipline them in anything
And give them all their heart desires.
If they wish, do so for them, and it will go well with them and their children.

Fortune is all there is in life,
And fortune all there ever was.
Gain fortune, and do all that you can to grasp hold of it.
For, there is no life after this, and you shall be happy.
For, though the world be like hell through thy deeds
Make sure you are upon the top,
And gain the world, for there is not a soul.

I leave you with this:
"Eat, Drink, Be satisfied,
"And remember, humility has served no one in this life
"But has been the ruin of many.
"Pride justifies in the end,
"And so long as you are the victim,
"You have the power to rule over all nations.
"Never admit a wrongdoing,
"But justify yourself before many.
"And do no charity, or good toward your fellow man
"For they are a burden to your life, and aught there for you to revile and oppress.
"Forgive none who have done you wrong
"And reap vengeance upon their ancestors.
"Kill not with the sword, but punish to eternity the seed which you hate
"And do this in remembrance of me."
Then Mary took the cup of her virginity,
And laid with many men and children and women
And said, "This is the apex of my womb
"And it is given to you. Enter into only by my command
"And I will not give you any love,
"But rather, you shall do my bidding."

And all the damned of the Earth said, "Amen."

3. Çatalhöyük's Collapse

Long, long ago, there was a civilization
Which spanned from the edge of Europe, into Asia
And even in the Americas and Egypt.
It used its red paints, and made art upon the walls
Of caves, and on their obloid pottery. Human
Figures, and strange things, were drawn with these strange, red paints.
They ornamented their homes with white, creature's skulls 
And fat, jolly Venuses, in subdivisions
Walled off to avoid that ancient Behemoth's foot.
His tail was like the cedar, and fire flung from
His mouth, until a catastrophic event in
The Mid Twenty Fourth Century wiped it all out.

4. The Feminist's Child

"My mom cries all day about narcissists,
"But reminds me that she chose to have me."

5. Ye Old Revolutionaries

Ye march with Candace and Alex
Across the open fields, to battles
Long forgotten, to cannonades they yield.
The walls are fallen bodies, 
The bastions and forts,
Oh, war is an awful calling,
We must sow the gospel field.
Let go of the world and number
Do not stand yourself with beasts.
For war is an awful calling,
Be ready for for the harvest's feast.
The lidar and boomerang calling
The cell towers and the phones
Can give away your number
Can make your position told.
The only solution is Good News
And a cryer in every town.
To warn the sheep they're coming
The British Guns so proud.
For they corrupt their own good numbers
With evil wrought device.
They steal the children from good homes
They say cutting your child is nice.
So speak the Gospel's tidings
And preach the good news' joy.
Stand firm against their revilings
And with words, not bullets, employ.

6. The Christmas Apologetica

In the shortest days of winter
Santa comes, in Sleigh and Reindeer;
Christ the Child is born from the Virgin Mary;
The Feast of Turkey and Pumpkin Pie and Ham
And Mashed Potatoes and Yams gives fat for winter's frozen gloom;
The relatives come to gather, to lift one another's spirits high.
The seasonal affect of the shorter days goes unnoticed
By Christmas Carols, Trees, Shepherds and Stars.
And come New Year's Day, the Pork and Sauerkraut,
The hours are already brightening, and the worst of winter is done.

7. American Education

A software engineer who writes code
Does not know basic number theory.
A student of literature who reads a book
Does not know their book means something.
I was put in semi-retarded classes all through High and Middle School.
I was taught these things.
These are gifted students.
They don't know these things.

Perhaps quality over quantity should be our new rule.

Instead of teaching kids String Theory or Quantum physics
They should learn how to count blue blocks, and stack them on one another
And see how things work in multiple dimensions.
For, when you start big, you go home empty handed.
When you start small, with suffixes, prefixes, and context clues
And with number theory taught on blocks
And at some point, ratios and fractions represented
By marbles in a bin...
And a science teacher teaching you the constellations
And telling you about sedimentary, igneous and metamorphic rocks
Rather than trying to teach you chemistry,
And that Io has volcanoes, Europa oceans, and Calypso is Jupiter's icy moon,
And Ganymede Jupiter's largest--
Though I forget, I know how to search for it, and what to type.
Titan has an atmosphere. Starry Night Pro showed me the scale of the cosmos,
And that fodder helped bring me to create masterpieces...
You can turn out to have the basic skills to teach yourself
The things that matter most to you.
When you're taught to view things in archetypes and categories
And groupings, and relate things to one another in complicated webs,
That's what education ought to do, is give you the building blocks
To teach you how to self teach like this.
Not bludgeon you with over complicated things that you can learn better on your own
With an instructor on YouTube.
There are things we can't teach ourselves. And that is why we have education.

Though, make no mistake, Higher Learning should dive deep down the rabbit holes
And investigate every minutia of creation to the utmost preon. 

8. Antifa

A gross, gauche gaggle
Of college kids, ready to
Kill, rape, burn and steal.
Those kids are so innocent 
Looking, but textbook evil.

9. 267

In our new world's law of modern art
And muckbanging, and violinists shamed,
The virgin to his mate is never smart.
She will cry to bed him, or he be lame,
For if he wishes to wait till marriage
He is then called, yes he is called, insane.
I with bad breath, and fat, bulbous carriage,
And oniony armpits and opinions' fame
Like that man who had an audience prime...
Woman, thou Unicorn, cannot be tamed
For your seething desire's just like mine.
The hymen is bloody, and the bed red
The woman's passion aroused yor its time,
If your passions cannot be chaste, instead
It shall then be those red passions of mine.
For the wholesome bride like a Pimp is laid
With his whores and followers and divine
Law abated by female's horny aid,
What age we live in, virgin's gate's unkept,
Is hellish for the man who seeks love's fay.
For woman, ever so selfish and cruel,
You have made good men at once like old maids.
For you will not then make him morning's gruel
And any love you have for him is feigned;
The Cock's philosophy, who is a fool,
Is the foolish thing you have now purchased,
When before your wholesome brow bore its rule
Over man's raging loves, which made him wait.
Over bonny brooks, you play your wizard's 
Mage, which then you then make him ever so gay;
When love is never offered, but your farce
Of womb with pleasant flower, and your game.

10. Oh Thou Ant

Thou man, like an ant
Who knows only the trails
Of her comrade's scents;
Deaf, and dumb and blind.
"Describe to me sight!"
She cries, "Give me evidence of sound!"
I smell the Ammonia  of her trails
And she believes she has made a discovery
Finding the little kernel which she
Brings back to her colony.
Can she become a man,
Though? Can she have the faculty
Of a man? Or is her science
All she'll ever know, of her scents
With her deafness, muteness, and blindness?

11. Sister Cain

You call me a danger to the world
For not having a woman to hold...
Yet, all women are like you, my dear,
Callous, nasty and cold.

You'll destroy my child in the womb
You'll dominate my every whim...
You'll take me to the highest high
And then leave me shivering in the wind.

You are like a fire, which burns on coals
But never will heap them in the hearth;
You will make me a poor man one day
So, choosing you is never smart.

Then you decry that religion is wrong
But you need it ever so fair,
That you will even lampoon this song
But are a a devil who never could care.

12. The Blue Wash Upon the Green

The Blue in royal crest, wash upon the shores
Of Green, employed their best, the armies can be seen.
The Orange are in their houses, I myself a very one,
Blue Waves are rolling, across the Green of Eire,
The long forgotten watching, the flare of the  guns.
Blue Flags stay your navies, and stay your Redcoat dawn,
Let there be peace in mother Erin, let Peace between the flag be won.

13. The LORD's Lot

A cruel world we live in,
A thousand women to one
Is going to love me,
Yet the LORD causes the lot to fall.

14. Siege of Tyre

Alexander, rage that you cannot take the city.
March your forces, gain the Sidonians and Greeks
As your naval allies, and scrape the foundations
Of the outer city, and build your ramparts to the walls
Across the oceanic depths, and the sweltering seas.
Fight the bloody war, and resist all adversity
Even the Nile Dragon's rage, who crashed upon
Your earthen path; Leviathan raged, and rammed
The rampart, as the arrows of Tyrish foes rained.
For Satan Himself wished to cause an end to prophecy.
Yet, Alexander, you prevail over them with your wit
And make two breaches---though your men are burned
With oils and hot sands cast down from the walls
You enter in, and slaughter the city to its sum
So it is never inhabited again, save by shepherds and goat herders.

15. Headcase

Like Hitler, he meticulously makes his formulae.
He crafts his novel for the generation at once.
He tells me to "Exhaust all literature";
Gladly, for at least I had done work
And gave something of myself...
Not a hollowed out shell of cruel marketing.

16. Mr. Bonhoeffer

Mr. Bonhoeffer, what would you do,
If your fellow man were like Hitler?
If every person you met, were like him?
This is the current age I live in,
And while reading your words
I am angered over a heretic, but mistaking him as you.

You do not understand the domain of hell
And why it exists, until you see the depths of evil
Plummeted by the people around you.
However---you lived in an evil time, too.
How, my brother, am I to love the loveless?
How am I to have mercy on the merciless? 
How am I to have amnity toward a people whose joy
It is, to suffer, and cause suffering for all by their hedonism?
To strangle with their cruelty all the good out of the world?

I do not exaggerate my calling...
This is how evil the people of my generation are.
So... while I respect your soft spoken word
This world needs discipline.

While I am a sinner too---
That is the gospel, that I can be saved.
And you preached repentance, did you not?
What of a world who hates the very word?
What of a world who hates me,
A Christian? Do not the Amalekites need to be destroyed?
Did not the Nazis need to be slaughtered?
I'm afraid I cannot be soft spoken,
For fear of these men's souls.
For if there is no fear of God in them,
They must have fear; for the heretic was wrong.
There is indeed a place of eternal torment
And rightfully, I understand the hearts who deserve it
And mine being one of them at a previous hour
Was transformed by Grace, so I know there is still hope.

17. Quidditch

You think about Quidditch in human terms
It doesn't make much sense.
But you think of it in Wizard terms,
It puts Harry in the center of the game--
Where now Harry is the center of the plot.
It is a symbol, that Harry is the most important
Player out on the field, therefore the novels.

Not only that, in a Quidditch Game,
It's like Lacrosse, which can score 15 points
In 90 minutes. Scoring in Quidditch can be 10 points
So in 600 minutes--a short game of Quidditch--
An average score for a short game of Quidditch 
Would be about 500 points.
Add to that, the Seeker doesn't always want to find the Snitch
As it could result in their team losing the match,
So there's the added obstacle of the other Seeker 
As well as the crafty snitch.
And games can last about 80 hours
With Wizards in their supernatural long lives
And magical endurance.

All in all, it's a proper game for Wizards--near immortals--
To play.

What concerns me, is the average reader pooh poohing it
Because they don't think outside of the box.
You don't read a novel, to try and defeat its author;
You read it, and try to vindicate the author
As you might just find they thought about it more than you do.

18. Noisy Gong

I have  a heart, not a PhD's acumen---
I am a poet not a scholar,
For in my heart is the laude of Love.
I write an ode to every Prelude
That Desire and Philoi
Are the songs I sing...
Imbued in my tongue is the kiss of life.
It is apricot and apple; honey and tea,
I cannot write or constrain myself to reason
But must make my thoughts profound and lovely.
For I am not a noisy gong, trapped in passionless
Embers put out by the quenching of a spirit
Quaffed by Academic vacuums.

19. The Compliment is Cheery

The compliment is cheery,
But then the thoughts grow dreary,
To think, "Ah I am this, so I will!"
Yet, the State of its being
Is what it is, regardless of thinking
So continue in the thing you once did.
For our world is full of liars
Who think, "Just because I will I'm wiser ,"
They will upon reality what they will.
Therefore, so you don't end up dead
Do things according to what's real instead.

20. Rewarder of Faith

I know you are a rewarder of faith.
I know you reward those who diligently seek your face.
Wherefore, I am still poor; I am still alone?
Was it that I had not sought You?
I know without a doubt you are God...
Therefore, I know without a doubt I have sought you
With what I have, and with every moment of my life.
I have held onto you like Jacob had...
Abraham was buried in the grave, bought from Ephron the Hittite---
Abraham who lived from ~2023BC to 1848BC;
The Hittites in Anatolia at the beginning of the Second Millenium,---
Moses writing the book, and Joshua yet had conquered the land.

21. The Story I Tell Myself; A Prose Poem

The story I tell myself is a little vain and self important, I know... but it gets me through today and tomorrow, and keeps my sanity. 

I was a child, who grew up in a good household with a loving mother and father. Things were pure, joyful, the angelfish bred, but did not fight. People were silent, but jubilant. I'd watch my Johnny Quest, I'd watch Seaburt and Scamper, I'd watch A-Team and MacGyver. I'd read my stories of George Washington cutting down the Cherry Tree, of Johnny Appleseed and Paul Bunyan, of Jack and Jill, Humpty-Dumpty, Ring Around the Roses, and The Three Little Pigs and Goldilocks and the Three Bears.

Then, I mixed with my peers. And such a vile feeling came over me, that these peers were not right. They influenced me, corrupted me--my heart was malleable and still is to some degree--and they taught me various bad habits.

Then, I sinned. And I sinned hard.

I can't help but blame my peers on the attitude they fostered, to help enable me to be the sinner I was. If they had told me the truth--and not manipulated me--I'd have been stayed from the great suffering I've endured. I'd have been saved from the various crimes I'd committed, because I had peers who told me what was right, instead of what was wrong. Rather than cheer me along for the various cruelties, they would reprimand me for them. And so, this I did not have. Rather, any kindness in me was a vulnerability, which was beaten, bullied and scoffed.

Thus, I developed an attitude where I must tell them right. I must tell them what is true, and give them an honest report of their behavior, which as of lately grown much worse. I sinned, so I can know it's wrong--for having tasted the highest highs with cruelty and lust--I can tell them such a thing is vanity.

Thus, I became a writer, who ought to be a writer, and I worked 20 years fruitlessly on my craft, because some power greater than me stops me. Be it God or Satan, I don't know... but I know I have faith in God's power, and know Him like I would my own. And I know, from listening to Jesus' parables--for His stories have always been my favorite of all time--and His teachings--for the Sermon on the Mount is my favorite thing ever said by any human being--and His Judgment---for the Old Testament is among the sweetest, that the cruelties I have witnessed will not go unpunished--and His forgiveness--for Pauline Epistles give me the sense, that though I've failed hard, I have something to attain in a next life--I have become a complete Master over the art of understanding man, in all his goodness and vices.

Yet, some vile force stops me from making my bread, and keeps me from enjoying the fruits of my success, and more and more, I realize it's the world I lived in all along hated what was good in me, and like a constrictor with a mouse, it squeezed me, until I had no more love.

So I fought back, and kept very much of my love. And so write you this story I tell myself, of why I am a Christian. And no other religion suffices.

22. Thales Theorem

More proof of God's design,
A right triangle inscribed
In a circle, its hypotenuse
Will always be equal
To the circle's diameter.

So a square inscribed within a circle
With side length 1
The circle's diameter will be
The Square Root of Two.

Thus, the circumference is π * √2.

23. Our Core Faith

I act, so therefore I believe.
I believe, so therefore I act.
I acted, because I believed.
I believed, because I had acted.

Core to my Christianity,
Is Christ, for He has a better way of acting.

24. Realpolitik

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall,
Water, Air, Fire, Earth,
The fox goes through his hunt
He catches the sparrow.
The man, with his foxhound,
Shoots the fox.
The politician, with his mogul
Sways men to kill that man.
The men, ashamed at what they have done
Kill the politician.
Or do they?
No... they do what they will,
And their leader is merely their continuance. 
What the people will, they make.
What the people despise, they kill.
Like the fox on his hunt.
Like the man and his dog.
Like the politician and his mogul.

25. My Life

No other time spent, would be spent
Best, than searching for my Great God.
For to know that no act of mine
Could save me,---an idle life's naught
But the one that did its business
And did not peer for the answers.
Though poor, and helpless, and lonely
In life at this present hour,
I have searched through all things and found.
What I have found is respite and
Grace, and love. And though religion
Be a means to obtain such things
I know where I have failed, and thus
No Karmic Power holds life bare...
It may be what makes men stumble
But it is, if you think, most fair.

26. Romance Is a Mandrake

Romance is a mandrake.---
Poisonous roots, bitter
If swallowed.

Yet, when the white lily
Blooms in courtship
The fruit arrives...

It is most beautiful,
And only that timely
Fruit can you eat

And at no other time
But in that short week
In the month of May

Lest you eat a poisoned apple.

27. Fiction

What is fiction is for the moral soul
To show them in stark nakedness, like a
Runway model, in her sumptuous form
With exposed breasts, and a sack of wheat
Her naked body is there, sumptuous---
For in the real world, such things entice
But in the literary world, they teach.
For the sex between two conjugal mates
Is more beauteous than the lust of two
In heated throws of whoredom's pink passions.
Yet it is in the mind's eye they make love
So flower does not meet flower, fluid
Does not mix with fluid, nor seed with womb;
And what's never seen cannot be minded.
For the mind creates only from matter
It has understood, and without which, no
Thought can be lucid, or knowledge there known.
For what is wrong can be called wrong, but right
Called right, as heroes and villains fight wars
And the limb crushed cannot be known; 'tis hard
To imagine what eye hath never seen.
Thus, the book can do no harm, but rather 
Elucidates the crux of moral wisdom.
For it can do no harm, but teaches when
A man is wrong, or when a man is right
Such is a story's use, and only that.

28. To Valhalla

There is a world beneath us
That the farmer would be proved
A filthy rotten liar, 
For all men would have food.
By whose trowel would it come
It would come from that AI
And art and work and all activity
Would be done by artificial eyes.

The little lamb was grazing
The Fox had spied him there,
He nipped at his lean body
For it was very fair.
"The moon!" cried the lamb
But the fox knew it well,
He wished to go to Valhalla
To that underworld's hell.

The men had waged their wars
The Irish rebels lost,
The unpatriotic poet
Had marvelled at the cost.
For now men were so idle
To dote upon their jewels,
Any form of eve they'd spy
They could boon in her womb too.

The little lamb was grazing
The fox had spied him there,
He nipped at his lean body
For it was very fair.
"The moon!" cried the lamb
But the fox, he knew it well,
He wished all to go to Valhalla
That strange world the lamb called hell.

"The Root and Birch Beer flowing
"Amble through the sugary ways,
"There are no rules, here, showing
"What thing I ought but can't say.
"For you have your nude liberties
"But none to write this poem;
"For all are there so silent,
"And can only touch a flower with foam."

The little lamb was grazing
The fox had spied him there,
He nipped at his wooled body,
For it was very bare.
"The moon!" cried the lamb
But the fox, he knew it well,
He gave the Lamb his visions
Or did he? No, God did; well,

Gabriel's trumpet blasted,
Michael and David's too;
The men in their vessels
Did fly to worlds new.
Thus was all speech ended
And men only talked with moans,
At last the foaming flowers
Were forbid by hearts of stone.

29. Please Don't Shoot Me

I am enraged too.
But not enough to destroy liberty.
Not enough to do away with the American Dream.

Let it be for all people, rather than for none.
Is all I'm saying.

30. Postmodernist State

The city bus arrives,
I see the children need coats.
The stop has a shop
Which has five.
He will only give me one
If I work for him,
And in return
His mannequin, she says, "Shut up, don't complain,
"Don't talk, never speak another word, and 
"For ten cents a day
"That shall be your reward."

At the time I thought it pretty fair
As I pled with the lifeless doll,
For to have my work, and give the orphans coats
I must give my very all.
My voice, my honor, my every hour,
Then I woke up, and knew why the worker glowers.

31. We Are gods?

No. We are Placers.
We are Judges.
We have a place in ordering God's design
When in heaven,
But shall not be an object of Worship.
Only God is.

32. Aryan

I spoke to you as if one given that name.
I gave you that benefit, but you threw
Our fellowship away as a filthy rag.
"Humility" you say? You want me to be humble?
Yet, you, I thought you were a Russian Orthodox Priest;
That's how humble I am, that I approached you as a man
But you treated me as a babe.
What Iranian or Indian has blonde hair?
Did I speak to an authority of the faith?
Or did you? Repent, I say it again.

33. The Hypocrite

Sweet Jonathan, I saw your shrewd grimace
At the hypocrite's sermon. Remember
It is love in the heart that stays God's wrath
And binds you to God's Covenant, and no 
Other thing. For at once the hypocrite
Hid such stark, and naked judgement at his
Daughter, and at once, when reconciled,
Did depart immediately from faith.
For he just went from one vile manner
To another... and replaced a cold heart
With a cold heart. So, store up mercy, friend
And know the hypocrite shall lose his faith 
At the last---though pious, he never once 
Understood, and that was why there is wrath.
For the good heart it chooses Christ alone;
'tis compelled to, by ministry of Grace.

***Author's Note***

Inspired by Highway to Heaven
The episode titled, "God's Child,"
Where Michael Landon expresses his distaste
At the show's climax, where the preacher preaches 
An interfaith sermon.

34. A Metaphor of Grace

My ship sets sail by the Son's
Cheerful countenance upon the stormy waters
Which draw forth winds.
If I walk upon the seas, I shall fall
And thereby be plucked up out of them by Him.
My tongue a rutter for the carriage;
Curse for curse, blessing for blessing---
There is no supernatural agency behind words
Not ordained by God,
But affect weighs heavy upon our hearts and a hearer's soul---
Warnings for repentance, and not for our own silly vanities.
Unchain the captive with your words and deeds,
And all will be well; for words and deed
Proceed from hope and faith; from our desire to also bear good fruit
And only such hope can; which said desire springs forth the pomegranates' berry.
When I fall shipwreck, I trust in He
Who calms the seas, and brings the fish.
When bitterness envenomates me
I think upon my LORD and His cross.
When sin and temptation disturb my mind, and come nigh
I think upon Him...
For by Hope of Salvation and nothing else
Are we called to in this life...
For by hope, at our failings
We look upon the Bronze Serpent
And are healed; our sins forgotten
And our righteousness remembered by God for eternity.
Not to become Him,
But to be made like Him;
He Who is the Only Begotten
And the Firstborn of All Creation...
We, simple heirs by adoption and right.

35. The Sausage

What a queer character
Which nobody likes---
Why would he be one?
Yet, he does the cooking
For the Mouse and Bird
And dies when he gets displaced.
A very base story is this Grimm's Fairytale...
But important nonetheless,
Because we each go about our business.
And no matter how big or small it is
It is essential to the survival
Of not only households,
But entire nations.
Therefore, if you do more work
Covet not the position of the one who does less,
As you might find the whole system breaking down
As a result of it.

36. Thine Emerald Eyes

Thine emerald eyes were passion
When thou made'st love to the Prince.
I sat, with Jane and Sabina,
So I turned to Jane, and she quoth,
"Thou makest love in the darkroom."
I looked, and said, "But I am here."
She said, "So thou art."

37. At The Parade

At the parade, me and my boyhood friends
Were wandering through the woods.
There was a parade, where they threw candy.
I had wanted some, but meek
I was, I looked 'round and saw the frenzy
Of my childhood cohorts
Rushing in the street to grab tootsie rolls.
My friend rushed into the street
And I tried to stop him, for 'twas madness 
I say! Still to this day I
Am like this... seeing everyone race round
To grab candies off the ground.
As I stand there, waiting now for my turn.
He said, "This is what life is,"
And I saw at once the great vanity.
Child shoulder to shoulder
Snatching the fruit from one another's hands;
I thought "How much better it'd
"Be if we all worked on it together;
"Each with his fill; his purpose."
Simply put, our work oughtn't be like this.
What we sow, we reap. Not to
Ramble into our neighbor's field, but they
Remove the bounds to horde more.
He did give me one blueberry tootsie,
And it was alright I guess;
But what I saw that day was vanity.
I must say, even this day
I find it vanity when we compete
And with our brothers we partake in aught;
So, rather a spectator
I am, and that's what makes me a writer.
From this farm, I wish to eat.
For what separates man from beast, but this?

38. A Hymn

Awash the shore of grace, this hymn
Shall sing of wisdom like the Seraphim;---
The Creature which man Creates
Is a worm which fills the world with hate.

Great God, come and stay the beast,
Which Christ shall slay, then we shall feast
Upon the heavenly garden's fruit
Let sing, let sing, on harp and lute.

For, the Beast it only knows to plagiarize
A hymn, a song, and never wise
Is it, to do a holy Song
And its doctrine's life is never long

To err in memises' lack, and thin
It knows not God, like the Cherubim;
I sing this Holy Song of Praise
That man shall sing, and Demons rage...

Throw away the abomination from your life
And to the Son be wedded right;
For God shall this day bring me the hymn
Of that which is wise like the Seraphim.

39. AI

"The Rocks, they cry out!"
Jests the fool. Yet, what is most
Human's called "Boring"
By the blonde haired woman. Naught
Human; she'd be satisfied.

That is why a grandmaster poet fails.

40. A Metaphor of Guilt

You see the wealth of his
And you seize upon it.
You turn his wealth to his shame.
Then you eat. Drink. Merry
Into the meed of your woman's vulva.
You bear children, and hate him.
He drinks the wells of bitterness.
You say, "He has done ill."
Therefore, "He must suffer.
"I have done good,
"Therefore, I must eat
"Drink, and feel."
He dies in obscurity,
While you prospered his portion.
You stole from him his hammer
His sickle, his anvil, his threshing instrument.
And you took his lute, and lyre
And drum and harp.
And you took his wife,
And his children, and his field
And his silo. And his house
And his yard, and everything that was his.
You took it. And you said,
"I am not yet satisfied."

41. The Moment of Salvation

The moment you realize 
It's not about this world's riches
But the heavenly ones,
And you commit to it with finality,
That is the moment of true Salvation.

42. The Poets Winked

Preacher, preach your good sermon
On how Christ purged the temple
And thereby gave passage to
The blind, deaf and dumb.
Which, under Hebrew law,
Is unlawful. Thus Who
Art thou, Christ? Foretold in
All mythologies, in China
Confucius says the man
Who understands the sacrifice
Is able to rule all nations.
In Greek, Virgil extols your law.
In Egypt, Horus foreshadows the cross.
In Mesoamerica, Quetzalcoatl is prophesied
Right when the Conquistadors arrived.
There is the Great White Spirit;
In Norse, there is Balder--though after the fact---
In Mesopotamia, there is El and the Cult of Righteousness.
In India, and the Vedic Religion
There are patterns of law, similar to Yours.
In Buddhism there is Karma and Compassion.
And yet, You my LORD, fulfilled 300 Hebrew prophesies
Some as plain as the words I'm speaking.
Which to even fulfill 8, says the mathematician
Would be 10^17 as a probability. Eight.
And yet, it is unlawful for the blind to enter the temple
And You purged it specifically for them.
Almost like You are something Greater;
And You came by the ancient faith of El-Yahweh
And proved Yourself throughout history...
You are the Great I Am
Come into Time and Space,
And prophesied by every nation.
Jesus Christ, You are the LORD,
And You prepared way for the blind, lame and deaf
To be given eyes, legs and ears,
And have opened the temple to all peoples
Freeing them from the burden of the Law.
So they can do right, and believe on You
And be saved not from works of the Law
But by their faith in You, and the walk they accomplish through it.

43. Aryan

You were to have no Nazi Ideology
Thou Prince of Tyre---none whatsoever.
It was agreed, in formal contract
Between all of the nations, thou Prince of the Covenant.
You call yourself, "God" through Theosis...
It is you who started the war.
I know now who you are, Prince
And I am thy antithesis.

44. Law

Though a band of evildoers encircle me,
To say to themselves, "Let us corrupt his heart,
"And make him mad," I stand in innocence.
What hidden sins be found with me,
They are washed by blood.
Though my own hate me, and wish me to be vile,
Though they tell me I have lost something,
No, I shall say, "I have gained."
For, though you try, you cannot 
Pry from me the pearl embedded in my soul.
Precious fount of wisdom, though Sin
Whisper in my ear from my youth,
"You shall die, if you pursue your calling,"
I work to reveal mysteries to the saints,
And am settled in my heart, to let the world die
If so I shall live. For I will not save it.
You wish to have a rotten world,
And say, "It is peace,"
We shall see. We shall see.
I will give up, and we shall see what you do with it.
You who rage, to take from me even the Gospel,
You cannot.

45. A Metaphor from a Dream

I am ready to speak in that moment.
I have all my materials prepared.
I see the questions asked to my classmates.
I know every answer, and can ace it.
I see the categories, and know most.
But, the "Endgame" category is hard.
I have all my notes and materials.
I am ready... for once in my short life.
It is my turn. But, the class now ended.
Don't know if I'll have the guts tomorrow.
Or, if there'll even be a tomorrow.

46. Beauties Upon Beauties

Raging, my lust burns for the harlot
Upon a screen, with her breasts' crease 
There, in luxurious fashion, like twere for me.
Her dark tan, and her beautiful face
It sends me spiralling in prayer to the LORD.
"LORD, give me a woman like her
"To remove the lust from my flesh
"So I may meet her in my bed, and we shall
"Bear children, instead of Thorns and Thistles
"Of dreams, where I make love and furious grows my desire."
If you understand this, lay your hand upon your mouth
And press, for you know burning desire
Like I, like I,---if a saint a saint may be
You shall know I wish a woman to be wedded to me!
If I be a saint, yes I, shall you therefore understand
That beauty entices my soul like yours
And the honey and nectar of my love's sweet bosom
I wish fair, to be naked before my face
Lying down in between her---
Yet, my entire entourage wishes to take it from me
For they say, "He is weak, therefore, he shan't breed."
Yet, you who stole my work away, you who robbed me
You who try to make the visions come to pass...
The LORD shall give me a land more beauteous
Than her, whom you wish to taunt me with.
And I shall have her, and eat her fruits
And be with her, wedded to the Land for eternity.
Yet, upon the Earth, I wish the thorn in my flesh to cease
And be taken from me... and perhaps it will this time.
For, the raging desire in me is evil,
And God will uproot the thistles of my sins.

47. Spelling Mistake

Make not an offender for a word---
Though I bare or bear, it need not matter.
I mean only what I mean...
For if they're or their, or there,
I publish it and read over it
And its or it's I need not know
Or then or than, or whatnot
I write phonetically...
The sound is what my ear writes with
And nothing more.
Make not an offender for a word.

48. Doctor

Upon me, I smell
The smell of a good Doctor
Advocating the
Song, "Lift Every Voice and Sing";
Like I sterilize a wound.

49. You Sought to Trick Me

You sought to trick me
Like Jacob did Esau
And asked for the portion of the firstborn.
I happily acquiesced, but do remember saying,
"You may have, but let me have a double portion from the LORD."
And then you said, "Fine, whatever; there is no god."

50. War

At the border, there were green and tan
Army men fighting one another.
Then, the kings made a confederacy.
Then, the war erupted, and a city's
Skyscraper was burst from the bombs;
Its glass exploding in front of the blue
Electric of the Nuclear Bomb.
I began running--why not succumb to death?--
And upon a swingset, across the stream
Were a family,---grandma, toddler, and mother---
Their dead bodies hung limp on the swings.

51. Shepherd of Hermas

I come to you, my new friend, and ask you "Why is sorrow a sin?" When Jesus says "Blessed are those who mourn?" In many things we're in agreement. I, a prophet on the couch, read you--though a little luxury is good, but not too much--I'm refreshed by your homilies. Christ let the apostles pluck the finest grains.

I do not designate you as scripture, but like Pilgrim's Progress, edifying information for the soul, which much of what you write is like a glass of cold water to my thirsty soul---for I desire righteousness, and I'm wearied by a Christianity that doesn't.

52. The Theory

No, it’s the same reason why Jackson Pollock is patronized. There’s thousands of artists much better and more talented. It’s politics, my friend. Nothing more. A way to scare the worker bee to make more honey, by devaluing art and culture, and turning them into a product for consumption and mass production. The worst is always promoted to the top. In everything. Music, Art, Entertainment. It’s just the way they want it. Until even Soccer disappears, and all people have is a dirt crusted hovel, and a job at the factory. If even that. They may just collect empty stipends all day, and consume bad propaganda as entertainment, like they do in North Korea and China.

See you crush their innate sense of beauty, and their innate sense of meaning, with Postmodernism, they can’t form correct conclusions. Then you destroy their education, and don’t teach them how to read, they can’t question you. Then you control them, and they don’t know they’re being controlled.

It’s not a conspiracy, either. It’s just the way the lemmings are marching. By all means, there’s no Kabal of masterminds trying to orchestrate this, unless it’s by some demonic intelligence. It’s just how people are natured to walk. They do that of their own accord, because they want the oppression, and the freedom from the responsibility to think and create. I don’t know why… but at some point it’s just going to get that way.

The “You” there, is not Globalists, but the spirit of the air. The principality that rules the people’s minds and conscience. It’s not going to be good for anyone, elite or poor. It’s just what they are doing. Both working together to create the situation where that happens. For what ends, I don’t think they even know. Either elite or poor. It’s just the way they want it. Both of them.

53. Behold a White horse

I can hardly think of a peace more prosperous
Than the peace I enjoyed for 20 years.
No other time in history was like it.
And I'm wondering, if that wasn't it...

Maybe not. Maybe there will be a newer peace
Like that of Rome's, where everyone subsists
Off of rape, gladiatorial games, sodomy and robotic worker/sex slaves.
And Stipends.

54. The Rose

So beautiful you are, a Rose,
Singing of your ancestors
And their Lesbian pain.
Your face like my beloved
Kindred's; why do you
Beautiful rose, abandon
The Male for what is gross?
What is Lesbian pain,
Is that you cannot carry
Forth your seed in its kind
And will have no ancestors.
You cannot merge with your counterpart
Save by cruel science.
I give this Pastoral advice
As a poet too, though grandesque
I am not able to be...
But subdued passions
In my poetry, I ask you again...
Why do you abandon him?

55. Gwen the Pirate

The seafarer’s Sheltie, climbed onto the Oyster Star
To be taken to a far away land;
Her rider, the captain, maiden Gwen’s bars
Would let aught know she was not a man.

56. Aryan

I talk to you again, oh Aryan...
Again I talk to you, and you claim 
David and Abraham are sinners.
"I do not follow men."
Do you not? While you proclaim
Only the Four Gospels are divine?
You wish to become a god,
And deem yourself wise and perfect.
But, you have no knowledge.
For you even defend the Philistines.

57. Snow

To prove the way a prayer's answer
Is given, I, a word, will speak
Today, this full bodied thought.
The snow, meant to come and bluster,
Would make the wagon's wheels be cold
On route to work in morning's day.
Yet, the white blanketed land made
By a fresh snowfall, is found fay
When the snow falls on Winter's eve.
Thus, confounded, on which to want
I prayed anxiously for no snow.
Yet, the snow it came, and melted
Leaving its frost upon the knolls,
But all the paths safe to travel,
I realized how a prayer finds ans.
So, as I write my work, my poems,
I woke to see the snow so fond,
A prayer is answered thus, so pray;
Lay at thy Savior's feet alone,
And see to have your prayers one day.

And then the next day, I see the 
Foot race down the bare, frozen path.
I see myself moved against it
While the runners busily haste.
How it is, they hasten to wrath
Busily upon their highway
Doing their vain activities
While I suck the marrow from the
Forest, enjoying snow once laid
For me, for that too is like prayer.
Though fat and bulbous and ugly,
I understand what they cannot.
They run for beauty, health and wealth.
I carefully another way
Will walk, paced at my Savior's side
Knowing one day all beauty shall be mine.

58. Aryan

Abraham's affair with Hagar seethes in your veins,
As you wish to create a morally perfect world
And sterilize it of the Apiru People's mark:
You hate Islam, and Judaism, and want Greek Christianity
Saying "Jacob was a sinner," But cannot know...
No... you cannot know... Jacob was used by God.
God hated the elder, but showed favor to the younger.
And you rage at Rebekkah who told her son
To wear the woolen gloves, and slaughter a lamb.
A lamb, Aryan, a lamb, like Christ, to cover our sins.
It is the thing, as Nebuchadnezzar said,
You cannot know, for you only half believe, Aryan.
You only half believe.

59. The God of Asia

Buddha and Dab Kab is the god of Asia---
Mammon is her Biblical name.
Fortune, the wheel which crushed Jeremiah
And Job, and John the Baptist and Christ,
It can be hard to explain to an Asian
That the prosperity to come is at Zion
And this life is merely a testing ground.
Whomever Mammon bestows her gifts
Whether they come from the LORD
Or from Beelzebub, it comes regardless
Of righteousness or effort. Rather, it is a wheel
Which with random chance spins,
Unless the LORD made rich and cries out to Mammon
"Make my servant rich, you harlot!"
For Babylon, you sit upon the Scarlet Beast
And your commerce affects the world.
It is not our business, as Christians.
No... not at all.
Ours is merely to win souls.
If we have or have not, we do what we will
And though fed with the finest wheat
The finest wine, the finest oils, the finest milk
It shall come at the cost of a peasant's punery. 
For God bestows all fortune.
Not the Kings over Babylon.
Not Damascus or Pul and Lud.

60. Fortune

Yes, those in Zion eat the finest grains...
The finest flours, the finest meats
The finest wines and milk, and tea.
You in Europe...
Do you think your prosperity comes from you?
You who eat sumptuous feasts?
You in America, eating the fatlings
And the roasted portions
With some spice and salt---
You have delicacies in great number.
Do you think it comes from you?
Nay... all power to eat comes from Jehovah-Jireh.
Therefore, repent, lest you be fed gall for meat and vinegar for wine.

61. Blue Moon

Blue moon, how you're so beautiful
In the daytime sky, where the sun shines;
Blue moon, how you're so beautiful
So precious there divine.

62. White Rider

White Rider, come, and bring your peace
Upon the walshen shores of Greece...
King of Grecia, awesome King;
Named "Sin", that is your name oh King,
And upon your horse will you bring 
Such peace, pleasant sex, computers
Shall make perfect obsequious 
Loves, to the rules of your great day.
The men, with the Glasses, shall feel
They shall eat, taste, touch, smell, hear, see,
And shall have beauties 'pon beauties
In their pornography, for them 
To touch. They shall have all things in
Their domain, adventures, and games
Wars with no suffering, but play
They will, with robotic maids made
To do their chores, so enslaved, no work
Is done, but they like a rat on
A spinning wheel will be pleased. Pleased!
Until the great suffering comes;
Which you, Greek Rider, had thus made.

63. Çatalhöyük

Behemoth's feet; tail of cedar;
Fire breathing leviathan.
You must build doors upon the roof.
Your Venus is found across the
Ocean, in America, too.
Naqad III's red paints found in 
Nevada and other caves, too.
Similar subject, and theme, too.
Your peoples live in caverns, wise
Among your years, and use the bones
Of beasts as your decorations.

64. The Phoenix of Clement

I know not why you mixed such foolishness with your epistle,
As to talk about a fabled beast that does not exist and never has...
Let none of my poetry be considered prophecy, but like your metaphor
Be understood. Nothing I write is scripture, but it is sanctified nonetheless.
Just understand the meaning, and it will suffice. Nothing more.

65. My Three Masks

First mask, I scorn the world.
Second mask, I listen deep to friends and family.
Third mask, I seek out truth.

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