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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The Bible More than Any Other Book, Probably Even Twice Combined War and Peace Leo Tolstoy Twice Anna Karenina By Leo Tolstoy Once The Old Man and the Sea Earnest Hemingway Twice Steinbeck The Pearl Once F. Scott Fitzgerald The Great Gatsby Three Times The Communist Manifesto Three Times Jane Austen Pride and Prejudice Once Jane Austen Mansfield Park Once Machiavelli's Discourses on Livy Once Machiavelli's Prince Once True Believer Eric Hoffer Once Frank Herbert Dune Trilogy Once One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich Alexander Solzhenitsyn Once Fredrick Douglass The Life of Fredrick Douglass Once Lois Lowry's The Giver Once C. S. Lewis Mere Christianity Once C. S. Lewis The Abolition of Man Three Times C. S. Lewis The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe Once C. S. Lewis The Magician's Nephew Once C. S. Lewis Peralandra Once C. S. Lewis Out of the Silent Planet Once 1494 By Stephen R. Brown Ray Bradbury Dandelion Wine Once Ray Bradbury The Martian Chronicles Once Ray Bradbury The Illustrated Man Once Ray Bradbury Fahrenheit 451 four times Macbeth By Shakespeare Once Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare Once How to Win Friends and Influence People Dale Carnegie Twice Julius Caesar by Shakespeare Once Shakespearean Sonnets Once Aristotle's Poetics Twice The United States Constitution Four Times Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll Once The Art of War by Sun Tsu Once Jules Verne's Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea Once George Orwell's 1984 Three Fourths Brave New World Once The Complete Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T. S. Eliot Sir Thomas Moore's Utopia Once The Catcher in the Rye Three Fourths Civil Disobedience By Thoreau once Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird Four Times Conquistador by Buddy Levvy Once The Case for Christmas Lee Strobel Twice J. R. R. Tolkien's The Hobbit Once J. R. R. Tolkien's The Fall of Arthur Twice John Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress Once Before and After Socrates by F. M. Cornford Once St. Augustine's Confessions Once Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn Once Voltaire's Candide Once Seamus Heaney's Translation of Beowulf Once Paradise Lost Once George Orwell's Why I Write Twice The Everlasting Man G. K. Chesterton Once Sir Gawain and the Green Knight Once Gulliver's Travels Jonathan Swift Once Isaac Asimov's Foundation Trilogy Once 40 Poems by Wordsworth 1. Lines Written in an Album 40 Poems by Wendell Berry 1 Essay by Wendel Berry 8 Poems by Robert Frost 17 Poems by Coleridge 1. Meditation on a Cataract 2. Religious Musings on Christmas Eve 20 Poems by Yeats 20 Poems by Keats 1. Hyperion 2. The Fall of Hyperion 60 Poems by Walter Whitman 30 Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 7 Poems by Seamus Heaney 12 Poems by Horace 1. icci beatis 3 Short Stories by James Joyce 1 Short Story by Herman Melville 1 Short Story by Charlotte Perkins Gilman 8 Full Canterbury Tales 30 Irish Poems and Fairy Tales by Various Authors 1. Babylon 2. The Burial of King Cormac 3. The Lament of Queen Maeve 4. The Banshee 5. The Children of Lir (Poem and Short Story) 6. The Bells of Shandon 7. Lament of Poets 1916 8. The Exodus 9. The Famine Year 10. To Inishkea 11. To Maeve 12. The Herb Leech 13. Go Ploughman Plough 5 Complete Plutarch's Lives 8 T. S. Eliot Poems 5 Robert Southey Poems 1 Meditation in the Tao Te Ching 10 Byron Poems 1. Prometheus 2 Short Stories by Edgar Allen Poe 2 Poems by Edgar Allen Poe 60 Grimm's Fairy Tales 12 Hans Christian Andersen Fairy Tales 2 Essays by Fredrick Bastiat 6 Essays by Sigmund Freud 2 Essays by Carl Jung 3 Dialogues of Plato 2 Short Stories by Charles Beaumont 12 Great Tales from Great Tales From English History by Robert Lacey 1 Essay by Benjamin Franklin 12 Poems by John Donne Thomas' Paine's Letter to Quakers 4 Short Stories by Guy De Maupassant 20 Essays from Michael Montaigne 50 Aesop's Fables 20 of the Most Influential Speeches Washington's Farewell Address The Declaration of Independence 6 Books of the Old Testament Apocrypha 12 Books of the New Testament Apocrypha 12 Poems by Wallace Stevens 10 Poems by Emily Dickenson 1. I Gave Myself to Him 2 Poems by William Blake 1. A Prophecy of America 10 Eddas from the Elder Edda Athanasian Creed 6xs Apostles Creed 1000xs Nicene Creed 300xs *If A Poem is Set Aside and Numbered, It's One I Recurrently Read Books I'm in the Process of Reading Virgil's Aeneid Ovid's Metamorphosis Homer's Odyssey Spencer's Fairy Queen Mark Twain's A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court Mozi's Meditations Confucian Analects La Rochefouchauld's Maxims and Essays Ralph Waldo Emerson's Essays and Poems Uncle Tom's Cabin Harriet Beecher Stowe Philip K. Dick J. R. R. Tolkien's Silmerilion Goethe's Faust The Tale of Genjii Lady Murasaki Mark Twain's The Prince and the Pauper Caxton's Le Morte De Arthur The Sayings of Mencius A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens The Romantic's Manifesto by Ayn RAnd Anthem by Ayn Rand Dante's Inferno Herodotus Adam Smith's the Wealth of Nations The Social Contract by Rene Decarte Thomas Aquinas Thomas Hobbes Leviathan John Locke's Two Essays The Federalist Papers The Antifederalist Papers Euclid's Elements The Little Book of Mathematical Principles, Theories and Things Robert Solomon Oxford Encyclopedia of Philosophy Encarta Encyclopedia The Complete Pythagoras Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetic Terms A New Handbook of Literary Terms David Mikics Globish by Robert McCrum Fernand Braudel's A History of Civilization For Whom the Bell Tolls Earnest Hemmingway Brother's Karamazov Fyodor Dostoevsky The Writings of Martin Luther Being Logical D. Q. McInery On Tyranny Timothy Snyder Edith Hamilton's Mythology Thomas Bulfinch's Mythology Memoires of Chateaubriand North American Birds by Reader's Digest (c) 1990 Edited by James Cassidy North American Wildlife by Reader's Digest (C) 1982 Edited by Susan J. Wernert Emma Jane Austen Sense and Sensibility Jane Austen The Grapes of Wrath Steinbeck Child Harold's Pilgrimage Byron Michelangelo Henry Wadsworth Longfellow That Hideous Strength C. S. Lewis The Horse and His Boy C. S. Lewis Paper Towns by John Greene Lucretius' On the Nature of Things The Complete Pythagoras The City of God Compendiums I Refer To Often Constitutional Law Casebook Fourteenth Edition Oxford Encyclopedia of Philosophy Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetic Terms A New Handbook on Literary Terms - David Mikiks Euclid's Elements from Green Lion Press Evidence that Demands a Verdict - The McDowells 2 Western History Textbooks from the 1980s and 2010s Rules for Writers by Diana Hacker A Reader's Digest of North American Birdlife. A Reader's Digest of North American Wildlife Bulfinch and Edith Hamilton's Mythologies Mythology A - Z Annette Giesecke Myths and Legends by William Doty and Jake Jackson 1978 Lutheran Hymnal Barnes and Noble's Illuminated Book Edition The Constitution and Other Selected Writings of the Founding Fathers Matthew Henry Commentary World Mythology in Bite Sized Chunks by Mark Daniels The Little Book of Mathematical Principles, Theories and Things by Robert Solomon Scripture Translations I'm Familiar With Dead Sea Scrolls Translated Into English 2 Hebrew Transliterations KJV NASB NRSV NKJV NIV ESV JPS Writings of the Apostolic Fathers, J. B, Lightfoot Old Testament Apocrypha, NRSV
A Watched Pot
1. The Amateurs
Stung in the breast by a ray,
Took the world by surprise...
Everyone loved him.
Very often I think of this
Entitled world of ours.
If the professional, who lived and breathed a thing
Really were that good, they should do the thing they love.
Without which, there is no order.
Interestingly, at his passing, the amateurs have now dangerously filled his shoes.
No one does it like he did, and that's a fact we have to reckon with.
2. Broken Paradigm
The Speed of Light
In Meters per second,
Is the coordinates of the Pyramids.
The Speed of Light
In Miles Per Hour
Has the Mark of the Beast
In its number, 616.
Did the Speed of Light get discovered
Or was it merely invented
To mould into these?
3. The Horses of Today
Long ago, our people were wild mustangs
Feeding cheerfully upon the sweet meadow grains.
Now, they are horses in a stall, fed their oats
By their owners, and told where to ride, and when to.
Though, the horses are run too far and too fast
The horses are run too much, and they wish to rest
So they buck, they break, but the rider reigns them in
And breaks them of their once free spirit.
The horses are left in their stables, so their members engorge
And they ride upon the backs of one another in obscure breeding;
All they go, impregnating, and fleeing away from their colts, where before
The breeding was done meticulously, and through marriage contract.
The horses have the blinders on their eyes, so they cannot see
What is around them, so they do not get spooked by the fiery world
And the wolves and mangy dogs surrounding them, or the pigs.
The horses love the blinders, though, for it is their idol which gives them a sense of ease.
4. Mr. Montag
Mr. Montag, when
You rip those pages from my
Scripture, make sure they
Are my words, for they never
Belonged there in the first place.
5. I Wait on You My LORD
Oh LORD, strong are You my shepherd.
When I wait for golden treasures,
I shall by your hand wait, my friend.
For where do prosperous tides come?
From the north, the south, east or west?
If poor or rich in life, I wait.
6. Epistemology and Ontology;
a priori and a posteriori
Logic and---also
That Epistemology's
Arithmetic four---
Matter---which will be
That Number's ontology---
Is what does exist.
7. At One Time
At one time, every truth submitted to me
Which was a proof of God's existence
Was scoffed, or seriously made me doubt.
"How could there be proof? No, I must have faith."
Now, every truth I find is submitted to God
And I wonder what in this world is not proof of God's existence?
8. A Ray of Light
I know, little one,
You can't help but get in trouble.
I know, little one, that that smile hides your fear.
Bring it to the zenith,
Smile a little more...
Let Peace overcome you
And sobriety and tor.
9. My Plough of Ink
They say to me this:
“Dasn’t take up thy pen thou
Sluggard!” Yet I plough.
10. To,
My muse for today...
You with such simple pride
Tell me your life.
It is a life I fear.
It is a life I don't want.
I see how the world
Sucked the marrow from your life
And put you in a devil's bargain.
I see what the world did to you,
Though you don't.
And I intend to speak against it.
11. A Meme and One Conversation
A meme and one conversation
Brought such clarity.
The meme, there were the Silent and Greatest Generations.
The silent generation disciplined their son
And the greatest generation disciplined theirs.
Yet, the next son, turned his back to his father's discipline.
He then coddled his child, so that it painted.
No... those children rampage through streets
Burn down our civilization
And demand that they sit idly...
Not even working like I am, figuring it all out.
Then the conversation brought upon the consequences of this.
A woman, who will remained unnamed,
Boasted of her life.
A child from a divorced home,
She worked such long hours,
She never had a family.
I recall my dad, having put all his time and energy
Into a relationship, and the result was ruin.
She asked, "I see all these women
"Getting pregnant, and living off welfare.
"I wonder if I did anything wrong."
These two things are very related.
It is the milieu we handed down
Found in the latter's dichotomy,
Of a world which rejected discipline
So therefore, could no longer truly love.
Then I see Yehude's beautiful life,
There, in a comic strip.
So beautiful, and is what I wanted to do myself.
To show the beauty of love,
And the immaculate life we should desire.
But, when I saw it,
The cherry rubicond on his wife's satisfied conception,
I realized it too was vanity.
It is not what the world needed.
So, I have a moment of perfect clarity...
12. I Give Up
You say I'm trying too hard
Get a job at a warehouse...
Maybe I am. But I'd suck
At stacking boxes, too.
You also say I'm aggravating you
More than usual, why call?
Maybe I didn't solve PvNP.
Maybe I'm just an idiot.
Maybe I didn't prove God exists.
Maybe a circle has a diameter of 2
If its area is equal to pi,
So I was wrong about a circle's degrees
Being the widest angle possible
To fit the most amount of space.
Maybe my IQ is 100.
But, I have faith because my life is poor.
And some day soon, I'll be somewhere else.
13. I Looked at the Pieta Today
I looked at the Pieta today,
And rather than be enthralled
By Mary's beauty, like usual,
Or seeing the chiseled perfection
Of its soft lines, and smooth and polished
Hems... I was disturbed and felt
Like I was seeing the world
There held by Mary in her optically
Illusive pose and stature.
There was something different.
It hit me, as gruesome,
And made me feel uncomfortable.
I saw God's wrath there
In Mary's arm, with the slain Christ
Gazed at by Mary's peaceful brow.
The wrath of God is satisfied;
For there it was, on Mary's lap
And it killed God.
14. Square and Square Roots
Take one square and take
A line, and cut it down the
Middle. Then do it
Again perpendicular.
See each line segment's a half.
Then, note that the areas of two lines
Is equal to one fourth the square.
Then note 3+4=5 is not
True. But 9 + 16 = 25 is true.
Thus, by square rooting the variables
You incur the dimensions of one dimensional
Lines of a right Triangle.
Also, the quadratic equation reduces
Polynomials to one dimension.
How? By intuiting the axiom of
Of a square or rectangle, by the three
Coefficients. So that the equation
Breaks down into length and width
And represented by the two factors.
Know that length and width breaks down
To one dimensional lines.
So also, negative and positive
Numbers square into the same numeral;
Thus, also into length and width.
Why P won't equal
NP, is that some NP
Cannot be a square.
15. Equalities
What I'm noticing
About most explanations
Of basic truths, is
That they don't figure in the
Equalities, just the shapes.
Maybe that's the fundamental flaw in
Our reasoning today, and why few
If any, actually know what is true?
The mind, does not make a thing true.
16. Singh
My good friend,
My gentle friend,
My stalwart friend
During a time of trouble---
I ate a peach today
And its sweet savorty
Was on my breath like a
Candy, which lingered there long.
Just like the savorty
Of my Cinnamon and
Ginger with tomato
Basil and Oregano.
Just like the savorty
Of the Thyme and Tarragon
In my Chicken Noodle Soup;
Or the Gumbo I make
With the Mint, Tarragon
Bay Leaf, and Three Alarm
Pepper, honey and lime zest.
I was taught to enjoy this.
17. What Debt Can Buy
A boy receives his
Puppy from his well postured
Grandfather. The same
Hands his boy a small puppy
Seventy odd years later,
As the spry family dog sits loyally at the boy’s side.
18. Fascists
Fascists on the left of me
Fascists on the right...
QAnon and Antifa
Skull and Guy Fawkes Masks;
The SS thunderbolt and raised black fist.
The swastika and hammer and anvil.
Feudalism, feudalism, it rears its ugly head again.
But, remember my loves, when they pushed too far
The heads of the wicked did roll.
We don't want your reorganizations of society.
Just that Old Glory and Star Spangled Banner;
Our Halcyon memories, we want them for all
And all the new generations.
19. You're a Fine Girl
"A whore I want to be;---
"What I really want I don't---
"While I'm disrespected;
"And that's your fault,
"Not mine."
20. Hey Good Look'n
"Make me a sandwich,
"And I'll pat you on the ass;
"You're a body not a brain
"A piece of meat and not my friend---
"Do me."
21. The LORD
Our good Father is in heaven
With flaming blue eyes of fire,
And a burnished sienna
Skin, with white light as a vestment
Of purest hue, and wooly hair.
Behind him is a rainbow of
Emerald, and around him are
Twenty-four elders clothed in robes.
Before the throne are Cherubim;
Each with the face of a man, calf
(Which is a cherub's face) Lion
And Eagle, with omniscient eyes.
22. Fairest of them All
Fairest of them all,
Do you wish to cause my fall?
Enticed I am in your trap of flattery.
How I would love to be thy friend,
And walk through my paths until the end,
Yet for all you are is all I ever wanted,
You are more dangerous than a Bear or Bobcat
In the woods. The Bear shan't attack
Unless her cubs are disturbed,
And the Bobcat, so long as you nare
Turn your back, you shall be safe.
23. The Last Poem on Earth
Our Halcyon peace is destroyed;
Oh, you obdurate nations,
You obdurate nations,
Like the sands of the seashore
March out to war against our King.
How did that ancient serpent,
How… O Uriel, did he ascend the pit?
Prophecy has ceased, and man was at peace…
How often they forget only a short while ago
We were at peace, and love abounded everywhere.
History is altered, the past is unknown;
Ancient generations have died
But now we stand at the crossroads—
The end of times—when after one Millennium
Of quiet and peace, a war erupted again
By that wicked prince who rallied many to his cause.
To where do we look? LORD?
Of the last battle of Gog and Magog?
When Your waves destroy Satan’s armies once more?
Hide me in your shelter, and from the hail,
For Your Fame is Great, and Your mercies Almighty.
This Lament I make, for Zion has been broken into once again,
Yet only for a short while… a short while.
24. A False Trichotomy
Am I the Poet who is faithful to the scene, the man who succors another's verse, or the one who reclines and soaks in a sunset?
This was the question asked to me. So I answered.
I’m a poet who describes a scene. I sit, with my globe and lantern to the right and left of my ancient laptop. Sea Shells, filled with common gemstones, lay atop a China tea saucer ornamented with blue paint, and my brass lantern resting in-between them. Polished Carnelian, Pink Howlite, Blue Granite, and Pink Zebra Coral resting in perfectly shaped sea shells are there, at the base of the lantern. The delicate things I have are common, but precious to me, for they are well appreciated and loved.
I read Wordsworth, succoring in every word, and his two hundred line poem gets pored over for two hours. Thirty seconds for every word, as a good poem should be. I figure for what the poem means, and do my hard work which I am called to do; find the hidden meanings of these strange and wondrous thoughts… of men who were mental giants, and far beyond our weak minded scholars today.
After typing up my report on my laptop, and after reading my book, I stare out into the rainbow sky of sunset. There is no green flash which will appear over the mountains… but the clouds are streaked with lightning bolts, red fiery clouds, which fade into a purple melancholy at the other edge of the world.
25. Pi Ramses
Pi Ramses,
You are named
Right when the
Prophet, good
Moses, lived.
You are proof
Exodus
Was written
Nigh the year
One thousand
Three hundred
Before Christ.
Right before
Moses would
See the land
That our God
Promised him.
Twenty years
Is within
A margin
Of error.
26. King Tut
Anubis sits atop a vessel
In the pattern of the Ark of the Covenant.
How the LORD God freed Israel
From idolatry, and gave them a pure law.
For, instead of Anubis,
It is the Law of God
Between the Cherubim.
The Curtains of the Tabernacle
Cry out that Exodus was real.
So does the Ark of the Covenant.
So does all evidence prove the LORD Jehovah Jireh.
How also the Covenants between Egypt and the Hittites
Prove Moses, for a learned man of Egyptian Royalty
Wrote the Torah. Only one of such education could.
27. Pastor A____
Walking down the path at the State Park
I saw Pastor A___. My eyes naturally look
At a person's chest, which is a bad habit of mine;
She shouted my name, and I stopped to talk.
"So, are you now a Methodist or are you still
"Preaching as a Lutheran?" I asked coyly.
A look of astonishment fell over her face,
Like she couldn't possibly ever be Methodist...
"I'm still a Lutheran, preaching at D____."
She said to tell the family she said hello
And that she wanted updates from me and my dad.
Though, I wondered while walking up the trail
If her bewilderment was because of my shyness...
My bad habit of looking at people's chests
Which I also did up the trail, as I saw an older couple.
But, I realized, it was probably because I had mistaken
Her as preaching Methodism, and not Lutheranism...
To which, I was a little puzzled as to the great difference.
To me, Lutheran, Methodist, Presbyterian and Episcopalian
Are the faith that sings old songs, preaches platitudes for sermons
Sings Kumbaya, and accepts Liberal Theology.
But, to her, there is a great difference...
And that's why I'm glad I know enough about Theology
To not really know it myself.
As like Literary Theory,
Theology is something that knowing a little helps a long way
But knowing too much gets you lost in the weeds.
We parted on good terms. But, I wonder which
Of my bad habits was really the reason she
Seemed a bit offended?
I don't know, but felt a bit embarrassed,
And used it as a tool to keep two notes:
"Don't make assumptions;
"And look people in the eyes."
28. Apricot
My tongue is citrus,
It is buttery fat;—-
It is a tongue of
Apricot’s
Pleasant, resinous ash.
29. Divine Shadow
The divine shadow of the Law,
A shadow of judgment to come,---
Armies rape, murder, steal, destroy.
Why does the Bible have it thus?
Is it because God is that of
An immoral monster? Or, is't
That the Shadow must integrate
Within us, for which to be good?
Is it because rape, robbery
Murder and theft is within us
And there must be peace expressed through
Most barbaric human nature?
Subconsciously, the Law speaks masked
Natures of man and woman, so
That the shadow stays appeased by
Vengeance in the literary
Form, and not corporeal worlds?
30. The Best Picture of Heaven
Diamond is a crystalline form of Carbon.
A base element. Gold shall be crystalline
And take on the appearance of Jasper stone.
Mount Zion shall be a holy city like
A city we have today, with towers tall
Raised from the foundation of twelve gemstones like
The layers of our earth today in sedimentary rock.
The towers shall be pearlescent rose and peridot
In appearance, and crystalline like a diamond.
The entire gemstone, which shall be Mount Zion
Shall have roads carved within it like a pure cavern
And mansions, and lakes of living water, and cataracts too,
And fire shall be the Holy Spirit's light, and the countenance
Of the Father, seated at His temple in Jerusalem.
It shall be an ethereal cavern, with no darkness
But only light. And one's mansions shall have petrified woods
For their crossbeams, gemstones for their stained-glass windows
And precious stones for their delicate things; their furniture
Shall be everlasting, to recline in beds with heavenly linens
Of which, we shall be clothed with raiment that feels
Like the Moon, Stars, Cataracts and Knowledge.
We shall walk with our Beulah, a perfect spouse
Whom we shall be made into nations and clans and mighty peoples.
This is a mystery, but is spoken of in the Marriage of the Lamb Supper.
There shall be suburbs and countrysides, libraries, and books
And fish, and all the animals we Christians loved
They shall be there, and populate this Heavenly City.
It shall be seeded with the Seed of Man and Beast.
There shall be heavenly beasts and no rapine;
Flora and Fauna which shall evolve, and studied;
The Trees of Fruit of Life shall grow into myriads of species
And every tree shall bear a fruit, and Sweet and Savory
Shall be the only tastes remaining. No bitter, no sour, no salt.
There shall be new heavenly tastes, and new heavenly senses.
The Fruit of Life shall be our Meat. And there shall be no sadness or tears.
Or fear, or mourning, but only joy, love and peace.
New colors yet unseen, and majesty and dominion shall be
Given to us by God, to rule alongside with Him for ever and ever.
Amen.
31. Mr. Caulfield
You said something interesting.
"If we all know Law naturally,
"Then there are no good people."
I stopped and thought about
Why we cannot communicate.
When you say "Good people"
You mean good within society's context.
Because by knowing there is a natural law
Which we're born knowing,
You then realize the Gospel's message.
There is not one good, no not one.
And then you repeatedly say you hate me.
So, I don't hate you. But hatred
Is itself murder, just not the actual act.
32. You Who Throw Ye Stones
Ye most likely to throw a stone
Have entertained the very sin,
And wish to hide it so by slaying
Another person with thine own guilt.
33.
Just took the official White Privilege test.
Turns out I have none.
34. The Four Winds of Hersey
The prosperity preacher sows nettles,
So that the outward man is a sharp thorn.
Do not be blown by Greed's winds of error.
The New Age teacher sows a heart of stone,
So that Salvation's joy is a dense spell.
Do not be swayed by an Idol's error.
The man who is cursed by Moses' law
Has rose hedges in his heart, and his mein.
Do not break the LORD's Sabbath in error.
The man who accepts the sin of Sodom
Has Roman Highways in his soul toward all.
Do not walk on that Sin's path of error.
35. A Christian Cannot Sin
The wisdom of a child,
One cannot disobey mother.
The same way is to be said
That a Christian cannot sin.
Nor does a Christian sin,
Because they do not want to.
36. The Poet Smithy
A cryptic conversation
Between the Silent Generation
Passing over a dinner table...
A retelling of Tchaikovsky's ballet...
Smithy has talent.
Though, he's pursuing vain persons...
And until he stops, he will never succeed.
A good poet... but following after
The coattails of pedants
Will never win the Crown.
Simply don't play the game.
Then, you already have won.
37. Await oh Washington
Await, oh Washington
Your time to lead the war;
Await, oh Washington
To lead your men to tor.
Dress in your color's best
And wear honor on your chest;
Await, Oh Washington
To lead your men to tor!
Say not a word to rise,
But sit and take your time;
Let those who see you're true
Come to honor you!
Await, oh Washington
Your time to lead the war;
Await, oh Washington
To lead your men to tor.
38. The Sacred Cow
Sometimes, the sacred
Cow needs to be slaughtered
So there can again be peace
And the hungry can feast on love.
39. Heaven's Twelve Foundations
Onyx---removed from
Aaron's Breastplate,---you're Judas;---
Heaven's twelve layers.
40. My Birth Stone
My birth stone
Is fully symbolic of me---
Associated with Wisdom and Love.
God says to forsake the stone,
And choose a good wife
And to find wisdom.
I will cherish that.
41. Idolatry
Longest of times, I could not understand why men bow to idols.
Yet, now I know 'tis
The vain life the idol gives;
Child sacrifice
Means sex with no consequence;
It means pleasure, drunk feasts and
Emboldens orgies by a child's flesh.
Just like our modern idol
Means sodomy, unrestrained
Sex and opulence.
42. Holy Kiss
A holy handshake
Is like a holy kiss.
Brethren, work not
To please God,
For this dishonors Him--
Rather, in all things be kind
And respectful of Custom.
Love from the heart,
And your sincere joy
And eye's twinkle
Are a holy kiss enough.
43. The Descension of Babylon
Synagogue of Satan, from Jotunheim:
Thy lightbeams set ablaze our lush forests.
Thy crafts, with your beautiful forms descend
Upon our world;---the reporter is
Arrested. Why? Is it Republican's
Conspiracy to hide the truth? No. 'tis
A War of Roses.
44. Catachresis
To know a dunce,---
How obvious it is to me,---
Is to see 'em on a boat
Swayed about by a storm
Of Catachresis' golden beams.
45. To A Woman
I try to understand you...
But I see you do not know how to love.
Beautiful, but you've turned yourself into a toxic soul.
46. The Curse of Knowledge
Periods are the cause for women's rights
So said the feminist in her epic rant...
And the boys just out of high school not perfectly
Educated on Female Menstruation
Are narcissists.
The fact is, this can be applied to just about
Anything else.
47. The Golden Dark Age
"Science" they cry,
Like "Gold" in Beowulf.
"We do not know how the protein
"Gets absorbed by the stomach."
By the stomach.
So with Vaccine science
And now Antibodies don't exist.
The stomach breaks down food
But doesn't ever digest.
"Science" they cry.
Like a wolf howling in the night.
Maths are purely a product of invention...
After all...
Meanwhile, my dad noticeably suffers
As he aimlessly forgets how to pay for groceries.
48. Peter Singer
Oh, Song of Roland
You decried a slippery path...
How it was proven wrong...
Yet, this Ethicist proves
Oh, how he proves,
That all I said was strong.
No longer art thou embryo
An embryo, a clump of human cells.
It is now a child, as far as Peter Singer can tell.
So now by strange, and obscene ethics
A child born after thirty days,
Can be himself---like a depressed man in Canada---
Etherized on a table, and have life stolen far away.
Now you know why I believe in hell.
49. On Abortion
We beat them down so hard
That now they are trying to make
Murder ethical.
Now we expose the blimey hypocrites
For what they always were.
Naked truth.
50. The Quadratic Formula
That Rene Descarte:
None other than he who said
"I think, so I am"
Is the man who gifted us
The quadratic formula.
Of course, Babylon
Had their own version of it
Too. Can't forget that.
51. The Black National Anthem
A Cherub choir, in their children's voices
Sing a traditional hymn, and the crowd boos.
An overrated Christian Hedonist
Sings the national anthem, and botches every note.
The crowd cheers... Personally, I was offended
By the absolutely third rate number she did
To my cherished Star Spangled Banner.
The children singing their hymn
Didn't offend me at all.
The word for that is hypocrisy.
52. I Like "Lift Every Voice and Sing"
That Song, should not be divisive.
It's as good as "America the Beautiful."
And it's a wholesome prayer to the LORD
For peace and liberty.
America is our native land
So don't drive us back to
Europe and Africa.
53. America is Doomed
Warren died on Bunker Hill,
The martyr of our revolution---
The Sphynx sends his armies
Over those Atlantic Hills
And makes George Floyd
The martyr of his cause;---
Orc, Sphynx, oh Spirit of the Age,---
My temporal despair,---
I drop my pen at thy madness.
Should a bully replace a man,
Should a blackguard replace a poet,
Should the Sphynx of Albion rise
America is doomed...
Yet, Maria is not yet.
54. The Big Bang Theory
There was quantum nothing
And then it expanded
Infinitely in space.
There was a glob of hair
Smooshed between the vulva
Of a woman, and then gore.
Cosmic gasses were formed
Into clumps of rock; hot
Balls of gas; planets; stars.
The little infant writhed
And wriggled on the breast
Of her mother's black teat.
Comets brought water to
Our molten sphere, which cooled
And oceans birthed green life.
The child walks, and speaks
A few strange words. "Mama"
"No" and also "I want".
The star is born, a hot
Sun, and the moon cools down;
A comet makes Earth spin.
The child goes to school
To learn life's vanity.
She strives with all her peers.
The animals breed, they
Bring forth the seed after
Their kinds; sea and earth switch.
The teenager lies nude
With her male companion
Inside; they make their kind.
Then man evolves, and wo.
They frolic, until sin
Is once known in the field.
She goes to college; where
Is her child? She strives
Among everyone else.
There is no rest in this
Story, for it is the
Ethos of modern day.
Grow old; sedentary;
She has a smiling
Face... impoverished of love.
55. Fetters
We are fettered to Free Verse;
Fettered to the very worse
Cackle and huffah of drought.
Poetry has not rained aught
For nigh half a century.
Platitude's cacophony
And vulgar sexual fluids
Are the feces of druids
Modern,---speaking sinful spells
Makes our world modern hell.
56.
We are all, now, and only now,
Just blowing about by sails
Never truly knowing each other.
For our words cannot be known;
Nor our intentions...
Babel, Babel, Babel,
Logos, Logos, Logos,
The Tower, Tower, Tower...
57. The Man Who Could Listen
"I wander these roads
"Searching for one who understands me.
"How my curse, like Cassandra,
"Is to understand every word I hear
"But nobody knows what I have said.
"Do I stay silent, then?
"Like Pythagoras was wise
"Do I listen, and greedily soak in
"Every bit of wisdom I can from the fools?
"I speak, and not one knows what I have said.
"They speak, and a Hereclitian fire alights
"In my soul, seeing the mysteries upon mysteries
"Their very souls borne open to me...
"And just one I would like to touch
"And have them meet my own."
58. The Oil of Gerard
Hopkins, the oil from thy well
Of ink, which thy pen has dipped down
Deep into Salvation’s cistern
Is a beautiful feat. Poet
Thou hast been, for thy song’s grandeur.
Even one great poem is enough
If thou be remembered by it
For a thousand lifetimes. Poet
Thou art, all for thy one great song.
59. Hitler's Table Talk
Even when talking
About the weather, Hitler
Proved verily foul.
60. Hanukkah
Paul is explicitly clear--
As are the fathers of apostolic succession---
That we're not to be yoked to Judaism.
That's what Jesus meant that His Yoke is Light.
Hebrews states that with a change of Priesthood,
From Levi to Melchizedek
(An older priesthood
Established in the Abrahamic Covenant)
Comes a change of Law.
61. Words
AI cannot see the world
Through an imaginative lens.
It is simply a calculator
Which measures our preferences
And spits out its formulae.
It has no experience
On which to make others feel
Its perspective. No, its perspective
Is a cold, calculative machine.
It does not sense what is in the room
It only tells us what is in the room.
And that is why it does no art.
62. To: The Giant of Albion
That's not true that a writer cannot capture a thing as it is. Wittgenstein was wrong. Great writers, that's what they do is capture the subject as it is. I got to admit, bringing up Wittgenstein when talking about poetry is amateurish. Wittgenstein was wrong about mostly everything he said. He's not the man I'd cite in a dissertation about poetry. You were doing well up until that point. Wittgenstein is the other side of a nasty coin which dominates literary theory right now, and it's invariably false. Mostly due to readers' poor attention spans, bad ethics and lack of comprehension, that's why people believe it. But texts have definitive comprehension, and are understood beyond the literal words. They are also good at communicating the sense of how something actually is, and how it's perceived. That's generally the scope of all Sages in History, was attuning people to that fact. Confucius, Socrates, Pythagoras, Christ... All meant to say that a text has a universal sense, and ascribe to the Logos. As it is, Names have to be rectified. If they're not, that creates confusion and an inability to comprehend each other.
You, also, shouldn't steal. Borrowing the plot of Hercules or borrowing a theme from someone like Mathologer, is not theft. But you should never copy someone's idea. You need to transform everything you use.
You had two good pieces of advice, but derailed at Wittgenstein.
Borrowing themes such as alien bugs, underground cities and political manipulation from influential magnates, like in Star Ship Troopers, the Matrix and the Star Wars Prequels is not copying them. Or finding the Orc in Thomas Bulfinch and writing with that as an archetype. Because William Blake wrote similarly to me, and it's just because the Orc creates that archetype that it exists. That two writers, who know nothing about one another, can find it. It's the universality of communication. Which blows Wittgenstein's theories out of the water.
But, you're talking about "Copying". Artists shouldn't copy. They borrow things and elements from the universals of language as a construct, but they don't "Copy". Language describes only what's in the real world, and what's universally applicable to all human beings. And the building of contexts, and shared cultural heritages that allow a text to be fully understood. And using that, you can produce new works of literature.
Like, you got that idea about "Stealing" from T. S. Eliot, who wasn't actually stealing. He was borrowing quotations from his favorite poems, and transforming them into his own works, which corresponded with a large body of work. That's not "Theft" and that's not "Stealing" and that's not "Copying." He called it "Theft" but he meant it poetically. From borrowing the themes and elements. You should NEVER copy another artist. That's unlawful. There are universal strings of logos, and concepts that can be attained universally and without seeing other people. But, that's not the same as copying.
For instance Christ, Confucius and Plato can all find the concept of Logos. That's because it's a real concept that's discoverable. Just like the Laws of Mathematics. And there are human behavioral patterns, and underlying subconscious stratas and structures, that can be discovered. And that's what all artists do, is rediscover those old concepts, and communicate them to a new generation. But they never copy. Ever.
63. Flesh and Spirit
The fleshly world,
Come about by strife,
Is tied together
By Six Days of Christ
Evolving worlds
Through his holy word.
Adam and Eve in
That Eden's garden
Are genesised to
God's almighty hand.
Their life genesised
To Zion's Holy Land.
For we either are
Born of this world,
And sown our hearts, tares,
Or sojourning in
This world, from fair
Gardens of great wealth.
For, Eden and Earth
Were tied together
In a holy knot.
We come from strife
And then so will rot,---
Or from paradise.
Our genesis is
Either Zion's Hills
Or this world's strife
Where man and beast kills
Their prey and enemy.
God now Chastened me,
For by a holy
Glitch my poem was gone
To be rewritten
Into masterful
Song of a smitten
Heart, by this puzzle.
64. We Are Solipsist
"We are Solipsist, and we are many---
"All of us burdened by our own thoughts.
"What you or anyone else says matters not."
Thus putting an end to this writer's tyranny.
Live in a world where no one knows
Save the sin hidden behind your brow.
That is the only communication left
I'm afraid. You are Solipsist, and Literature is dead.
©2023 B. K. Neifert
All Rights Reserved
A Watched Pot
1. The Amateurs
Stung in the breast by a ray,
Took the world by surprise...
Everyone loved him.
Very often I think of this
Entitled world of ours.
If the professional, who lived and breathed a thing
Really were that good, they should do the thing they love.
Without which, there is no order.
Interestingly, at his passing, the amateurs have now dangerously filled his shoes.
No one does it like he did, and that's a fact we have to reckon with.
2. Broken Paradigm
The Speed of Light
In Meters per second,
Is the coordinates of the Pyramids.
The Speed of Light
In Miles Per Hour
Has the Mark of the Beast
In its number, 616.
Did the Speed of Light get discovered
Or was it merely invented
To mould into these?
3. The Horses of Today
Long ago, our people were wild mustangs
Feeding cheerfully upon the sweet meadow grains.
Now, they are horses in a stall, fed their oats
By their owners, and told where to ride, and when to.
Though, the horses are run too far and too fast
The horses are run too much, and they wish to rest
So they buck, they break, but the rider reigns them in
And breaks them of their once free spirit.
The horses are left in their stables, so their members engorge
And they ride upon the backs of one another in obscure breeding;
All they go, impregnating, and fleeing away from their colts, where before
The breeding was done meticulously, and through marriage contract.
The horses have the blinders on their eyes, so they cannot see
What is around them, so they do not get spooked by the fiery world
And the wolves and mangy dogs surrounding them, or the pigs.
The horses love the blinders, though, for it is their idol which gives them a sense of ease.
4. Mr. Montag
Mr. Montag, when
You rip those pages from my
Scripture, make sure they
Are my words, for they never
Belonged there in the first place.
5. I Wait on You My LORD
Oh LORD, strong are You my shepherd.
When I wait for golden treasures,
I shall by your hand wait, my friend.
For where do prosperous tides come?
From the north, the south, east or west?
If poor or rich in life, I wait.
6. Epistemology and Ontology;
a priori and a posteriori
Logic and---also
That Epistemology's
Arithmetic four---
Matter---which will be
That Number's ontology---
Is what does exist.
7. At One Time
At one time, every truth submitted to me
Which was a proof of God's existence
Was scoffed, or seriously made me doubt.
"How could there be proof? No, I must have faith."
Now, every truth I find is submitted to God
And I wonder what in this world is not proof of God's existence?
8. A Ray of Light
I know, little one,
You can't help but get in trouble.
I know, little one, that that smile hides your fear.
Bring it to the zenith,
Smile a little more...
Let Peace overcome you
And sobriety and tor.
9. My Plough of Ink
They say to me this:
“Dasn’t take up thy pen thou
Sluggard!” Yet I plough.
10. To,
My muse for today...
You with such simple pride
Tell me your life.
It is a life I fear.
It is a life I don't want.
I see how the world
Sucked the marrow from your life
And put you in a devil's bargain.
I see what the world did to you,
Though you don't.
And I intend to speak against it.
11. A Meme and One Conversation
A meme and one conversation
Brought such clarity.
The meme, there were the Silent and Greatest Generations.
The silent generation disciplined their son
And the greatest generation disciplined theirs.
Yet, the next son, turned his back to his father's discipline.
He then coddled his child, so that it painted.
No... those children rampage through streets
Burn down our civilization
And demand that they sit idly...
Not even working like I am, figuring it all out.
Then the conversation brought upon the consequences of this.
A woman, who will remained unnamed,
Boasted of her life.
A child from a divorced home,
She worked such long hours,
She never had a family.
I recall my dad, having put all his time and energy
Into a relationship, and the result was ruin.
She asked, "I see all these women
"Getting pregnant, and living off welfare.
"I wonder if I did anything wrong."
These two things are very related.
It is the milieu we handed down
Found in the latter's dichotomy,
Of a world which rejected discipline
So therefore, could no longer truly love.
Then I see Yehude's beautiful life,
There, in a comic strip.
So beautiful, and is what I wanted to do myself.
To show the beauty of love,
And the immaculate life we should desire.
But, when I saw it,
The cherry rubicond on his wife's satisfied conception,
I realized it too was vanity.
It is not what the world needed.
So, I have a moment of perfect clarity...
12. I Give Up
You say I'm trying too hard
Get a job at a warehouse...
Maybe I am. But I'd suck
At stacking boxes, too.
You also say I'm aggravating you
More than usual, why call?
Maybe I didn't solve PvNP.
Maybe I'm just an idiot.
Maybe I didn't prove God exists.
Maybe a circle has a diameter of 2
If its area is equal to pi,
So I was wrong about a circle's degrees
Being the widest angle possible
To fit the most amount of space.
Maybe my IQ is 100.
But, I have faith because my life is poor.
And some day soon, I'll be somewhere else.
13. I Looked at the Pieta Today
I looked at the Pieta today,
And rather than be enthralled
By Mary's beauty, like usual,
Or seeing the chiseled perfection
Of its soft lines, and smooth and polished
Hems... I was disturbed and felt
Like I was seeing the world
There held by Mary in her optically
Illusive pose and stature.
There was something different.
It hit me, as gruesome,
And made me feel uncomfortable.
I saw God's wrath there
In Mary's arm, with the slain Christ
Gazed at by Mary's peaceful brow.
The wrath of God is satisfied;
For there it was, on Mary's lap
And it killed God.
14. Square and Square Roots
Take one square and take
A line, and cut it down the
Middle. Then do it
Again perpendicular.
See each line segment's a half.
Then, note that the areas of two lines
Is equal to one fourth the square.
Then note 3+4=5 is not
True. But 9 + 16 = 25 is true.
Thus, by square rooting the variables
You incur the dimensions of one dimensional
Lines of a right Triangle.
Also, the quadratic equation reduces
Polynomials to one dimension.
How? By intuiting the axiom of
Of a square or rectangle, by the three
Coefficients. So that the equation
Breaks down into length and width
And represented by the two factors.
Know that length and width breaks down
To one dimensional lines.
So also, negative and positive
Numbers square into the same numeral;
Thus, also into length and width.
Why P won't equal
NP, is that some NP
Cannot be a square.
15. Equalities
What I'm noticing
About most explanations
Of basic truths, is
That they don't figure in the
Equalities, just the shapes.
Maybe that's the fundamental flaw in
Our reasoning today, and why few
If any, actually know what is true?
The mind, does not make a thing true.
16. Singh
My good friend,
My gentle friend,
My stalwart friend
During a time of trouble---
I ate a peach today
And its sweet savorty
Was on my breath like a
Candy, which lingered there long.
Just like the savorty
Of my Cinnamon and
Ginger with tomato
Basil and Oregano.
Just like the savorty
Of the Thyme and Tarragon
In my Chicken Noodle Soup;
Or the Gumbo I make
With the Mint, Tarragon
Bay Leaf, and Three Alarm
Pepper, honey and lime zest.
I was taught to enjoy this.
17. What Debt Can Buy
A boy receives his
Puppy from his well postured
Grandfather. The same
Hands his boy a small puppy
Seventy odd years later,
As the spry family dog sits loyally at the boy’s side.
18. Fascists
Fascists on the left of me
Fascists on the right...
QAnon and Antifa
Skull and Guy Fawkes Masks;
The SS thunderbolt and raised black fist.
The swastika and hammer and anvil.
Feudalism, feudalism, it rears its ugly head again.
But, remember my loves, when they pushed too far
The heads of the wicked did roll.
We don't want your reorganizations of society.
Just that Old Glory and Star Spangled Banner;
Our Halcyon memories, we want them for all
And all the new generations.
19. You're a Fine Girl
"A whore I want to be;---
"What I really want I don't---
"While I'm disrespected;
"And that's your fault,
"Not mine."
20. Hey Good Look'n
"Make me a sandwich,
"And I'll pat you on the ass;
"You're a body not a brain
"A piece of meat and not my friend---
"Do me."
21. The LORD
Our good Father is in heaven
With flaming blue eyes of fire,
And a burnished sienna
Skin, with white light as a vestment
Of purest hue, and wooly hair.
Behind him is a rainbow of
Emerald, and around him are
Twenty-four elders clothed in robes.
Before the throne are Cherubim;
Each with the face of a man, calf
(Which is a cherub's face) Lion
And Eagle, with omniscient eyes.
22. Fairest of them All
Fairest of them all,
Do you wish to cause my fall?
Enticed I am in your trap of flattery.
How I would love to be thy friend,
And walk through my paths until the end,
Yet for all you are is all I ever wanted,
You are more dangerous than a Bear or Bobcat
In the woods. The Bear shan't attack
Unless her cubs are disturbed,
And the Bobcat, so long as you nare
Turn your back, you shall be safe.
23. The Last Poem on Earth
Our Halcyon peace is destroyed;
Oh, you obdurate nations,
You obdurate nations,
Like the sands of the seashore
March out to war against our King.
How did that ancient serpent,
How… O Uriel, did he ascend the pit?
Prophecy has ceased, and man was at peace…
How often they forget only a short while ago
We were at peace, and love abounded everywhere.
History is altered, the past is unknown;
Ancient generations have died
But now we stand at the crossroads—
The end of times—when after one Millennium
Of quiet and peace, a war erupted again
By that wicked prince who rallied many to his cause.
To where do we look? LORD?
Of the last battle of Gog and Magog?
When Your waves destroy Satan’s armies once more?
Hide me in your shelter, and from the hail,
For Your Fame is Great, and Your mercies Almighty.
This Lament I make, for Zion has been broken into once again,
Yet only for a short while… a short while.
24. A False Trichotomy
Am I the Poet who is faithful to the scene, the man who succors another's verse, or the one who reclines and soaks in a sunset?
This was the question asked to me. So I answered.
I’m a poet who describes a scene. I sit, with my globe and lantern to the right and left of my ancient laptop. Sea Shells, filled with common gemstones, lay atop a China tea saucer ornamented with blue paint, and my brass lantern resting in-between them. Polished Carnelian, Pink Howlite, Blue Granite, and Pink Zebra Coral resting in perfectly shaped sea shells are there, at the base of the lantern. The delicate things I have are common, but precious to me, for they are well appreciated and loved.
I read Wordsworth, succoring in every word, and his two hundred line poem gets pored over for two hours. Thirty seconds for every word, as a good poem should be. I figure for what the poem means, and do my hard work which I am called to do; find the hidden meanings of these strange and wondrous thoughts… of men who were mental giants, and far beyond our weak minded scholars today.
After typing up my report on my laptop, and after reading my book, I stare out into the rainbow sky of sunset. There is no green flash which will appear over the mountains… but the clouds are streaked with lightning bolts, red fiery clouds, which fade into a purple melancholy at the other edge of the world.
25. Pi Ramses
Pi Ramses,
You are named
Right when the
Prophet, good
Moses, lived.
You are proof
Exodus
Was written
Nigh the year
One thousand
Three hundred
Before Christ.
Right before
Moses would
See the land
That our God
Promised him.
Twenty years
Is within
A margin
Of error.
26. King Tut
Anubis sits atop a vessel
In the pattern of the Ark of the Covenant.
How the LORD God freed Israel
From idolatry, and gave them a pure law.
For, instead of Anubis,
It is the Law of God
Between the Cherubim.
The Curtains of the Tabernacle
Cry out that Exodus was real.
So does the Ark of the Covenant.
So does all evidence prove the LORD Jehovah Jireh.
How also the Covenants between Egypt and the Hittites
Prove Moses, for a learned man of Egyptian Royalty
Wrote the Torah. Only one of such education could.
27. Pastor A____
Walking down the path at the State Park
I saw Pastor A___. My eyes naturally look
At a person's chest, which is a bad habit of mine;
She shouted my name, and I stopped to talk.
"So, are you now a Methodist or are you still
"Preaching as a Lutheran?" I asked coyly.
A look of astonishment fell over her face,
Like she couldn't possibly ever be Methodist...
"I'm still a Lutheran, preaching at D____."
She said to tell the family she said hello
And that she wanted updates from me and my dad.
Though, I wondered while walking up the trail
If her bewilderment was because of my shyness...
My bad habit of looking at people's chests
Which I also did up the trail, as I saw an older couple.
But, I realized, it was probably because I had mistaken
Her as preaching Methodism, and not Lutheranism...
To which, I was a little puzzled as to the great difference.
To me, Lutheran, Methodist, Presbyterian and Episcopalian
Are the faith that sings old songs, preaches platitudes for sermons
Sings Kumbaya, and accepts Liberal Theology.
But, to her, there is a great difference...
And that's why I'm glad I know enough about Theology
To not really know it myself.
As like Literary Theory,
Theology is something that knowing a little helps a long way
But knowing too much gets you lost in the weeds.
We parted on good terms. But, I wonder which
Of my bad habits was really the reason she
Seemed a bit offended?
I don't know, but felt a bit embarrassed,
And used it as a tool to keep two notes:
"Don't make assumptions;
"And look people in the eyes."
28. Apricot
My tongue is citrus,
It is buttery fat;—-
It is a tongue of
Apricot’s
Pleasant, resinous ash.
29. Divine Shadow
The divine shadow of the Law,
A shadow of judgment to come,---
Armies rape, murder, steal, destroy.
Why does the Bible have it thus?
Is it because God is that of
An immoral monster? Or, is't
That the Shadow must integrate
Within us, for which to be good?
Is it because rape, robbery
Murder and theft is within us
And there must be peace expressed through
Most barbaric human nature?
Subconsciously, the Law speaks masked
Natures of man and woman, so
That the shadow stays appeased by
Vengeance in the literary
Form, and not corporeal worlds?
30. The Best Picture of Heaven
Diamond is a crystalline form of Carbon.
A base element. Gold shall be crystalline
And take on the appearance of Jasper stone.
Mount Zion shall be a holy city like
A city we have today, with towers tall
Raised from the foundation of twelve gemstones like
The layers of our earth today in sedimentary rock.
The towers shall be pearlescent rose and peridot
In appearance, and crystalline like a diamond.
The entire gemstone, which shall be Mount Zion
Shall have roads carved within it like a pure cavern
And mansions, and lakes of living water, and cataracts too,
And fire shall be the Holy Spirit's light, and the countenance
Of the Father, seated at His temple in Jerusalem.
It shall be an ethereal cavern, with no darkness
But only light. And one's mansions shall have petrified woods
For their crossbeams, gemstones for their stained-glass windows
And precious stones for their delicate things; their furniture
Shall be everlasting, to recline in beds with heavenly linens
Of which, we shall be clothed with raiment that feels
Like the Moon, Stars, Cataracts and Knowledge.
We shall walk with our Beulah, a perfect spouse
Whom we shall be made into nations and clans and mighty peoples.
This is a mystery, but is spoken of in the Marriage of the Lamb Supper.
There shall be suburbs and countrysides, libraries, and books
And fish, and all the animals we Christians loved
They shall be there, and populate this Heavenly City.
It shall be seeded with the Seed of Man and Beast.
There shall be heavenly beasts and no rapine;
Flora and Fauna which shall evolve, and studied;
The Trees of Fruit of Life shall grow into myriads of species
And every tree shall bear a fruit, and Sweet and Savory
Shall be the only tastes remaining. No bitter, no sour, no salt.
There shall be new heavenly tastes, and new heavenly senses.
The Fruit of Life shall be our Meat. And there shall be no sadness or tears.
Or fear, or mourning, but only joy, love and peace.
New colors yet unseen, and majesty and dominion shall be
Given to us by God, to rule alongside with Him for ever and ever.
Amen.
31. Mr. Caulfield
You said something interesting.
"If we all know Law naturally,
"Then there are no good people."
I stopped and thought about
Why we cannot communicate.
When you say "Good people"
You mean good within society's context.
Because by knowing there is a natural law
Which we're born knowing,
You then realize the Gospel's message.
There is not one good, no not one.
And then you repeatedly say you hate me.
So, I don't hate you. But hatred
Is itself murder, just not the actual act.
32. You Who Throw Ye Stones
Ye most likely to throw a stone
Have entertained the very sin,
And wish to hide it so by slaying
Another person with thine own guilt.
33.
Just took the official White Privilege test.
Turns out I have none.
34. The Four Winds of Hersey
The prosperity preacher sows nettles,
So that the outward man is a sharp thorn.
Do not be blown by Greed's winds of error.
The New Age teacher sows a heart of stone,
So that Salvation's joy is a dense spell.
Do not be swayed by an Idol's error.
The man who is cursed by Moses' law
Has rose hedges in his heart, and his mein.
Do not break the LORD's Sabbath in error.
The man who accepts the sin of Sodom
Has Roman Highways in his soul toward all.
Do not walk on that Sin's path of error.
35. A Christian Cannot Sin
The wisdom of a child,
One cannot disobey mother.
The same way is to be said
That a Christian cannot sin.
Nor does a Christian sin,
Because they do not want to.
36. The Poet Smithy
A cryptic conversation
Between the Silent Generation
Passing over a dinner table...
A retelling of Tchaikovsky's ballet...
Smithy has talent.
Though, he's pursuing vain persons...
And until he stops, he will never succeed.
A good poet... but following after
The coattails of pedants
Will never win the Crown.
Simply don't play the game.
Then, you already have won.
37. Await oh Washington
Await, oh Washington
Your time to lead the war;
Await, oh Washington
To lead your men to tor.
Dress in your color's best
And wear honor on your chest;
Await, Oh Washington
To lead your men to tor!
Say not a word to rise,
But sit and take your time;
Let those who see you're true
Come to honor you!
Await, oh Washington
Your time to lead the war;
Await, oh Washington
To lead your men to tor.
38. The Sacred Cow
Sometimes, the sacred
Cow needs to be slaughtered
So there can again be peace
And the hungry can feast on love.
39. Heaven's Twelve Foundations
Onyx---removed from
Aaron's Breastplate,---you're Judas;---
Heaven's twelve layers.
40. My Birth Stone
My birth stone
Is fully symbolic of me---
Associated with Wisdom and Love.
God says to forsake the stone,
And choose a good wife
And to find wisdom.
I will cherish that.
41. Idolatry
Longest of times, I could not understand why men bow to idols.
Yet, now I know 'tis
The vain life the idol gives;
Child sacrifice
Means sex with no consequence;
It means pleasure, drunk feasts and
Emboldens orgies by a child's flesh.
Just like our modern idol
Means sodomy, unrestrained
Sex and opulence.
42. Holy Kiss
A holy handshake
Is like a holy kiss.
Brethren, work not
To please God,
For this dishonors Him--
Rather, in all things be kind
And respectful of Custom.
Love from the heart,
And your sincere joy
And eye's twinkle
Are a holy kiss enough.
43. The Descension of Babylon
Synagogue of Satan, from Jotunheim:
Thy lightbeams set ablaze our lush forests.
Thy crafts, with your beautiful forms descend
Upon our world;---the reporter is
Arrested. Why? Is it Republican's
Conspiracy to hide the truth? No. 'tis
A War of Roses.
44. Catachresis
To know a dunce,---
How obvious it is to me,---
Is to see 'em on a boat
Swayed about by a storm
Of Catachresis' golden beams.
45. To A Woman
I try to understand you...
But I see you do not know how to love.
Beautiful, but you've turned yourself into a toxic soul.
46. The Curse of Knowledge
Periods are the cause for women's rights
So said the feminist in her epic rant...
And the boys just out of high school not perfectly
Educated on Female Menstruation
Are narcissists.
The fact is, this can be applied to just about
Anything else.
47. The Golden Dark Age
"Science" they cry,
Like "Gold" in Beowulf.
"We do not know how the protein
"Gets absorbed by the stomach."
By the stomach.
So with Vaccine science
And now Antibodies don't exist.
The stomach breaks down food
But doesn't ever digest.
"Science" they cry.
Like a wolf howling in the night.
Maths are purely a product of invention...
After all...
Meanwhile, my dad noticeably suffers
As he aimlessly forgets how to pay for groceries.
48. Peter Singer
Oh, Song of Roland
You decried a slippery path...
How it was proven wrong...
Yet, this Esthetician proves
Oh, how he proves,
That all I said was strong.
No longer art thou embryo
An embryo, a clump of human cells.
It is now a child, as far as Peter Singer can tell.
So now by strange, and obscene ethics
A child born after thirty days,
Can be himself---like a depressed man in Canada---
Etherized on a table, and have life stolen far away.
Now you know why I believe in hell.
49. On Abortion
We beat them down so hard
That now they are trying to make
Murder ethical.
Now we expose the blimey hypocrites
For what they always were.
Naked truth.
50. The Quadratic Formula
That Rene Descarte:
None other than he who said
"I think, so I am"
Is the man who gifted us
The quadratic formula.
Of course, Babylon
Had their own version of it
Too. Can't forget that.
51. The Black National Anthem
A Cherub choir, in their children's voices
Sing a traditional hymn, and the crowd boos.
An overrated Christian Hedonist
Sings the national anthem, and botches every note.
The crowd cheers... Personally, I was offended
By the absolutely third rate number she did
To my cherished Star Spangled Banner.
The children singing their hymn
Didn't offend me at all.
The word for that is hypocrisy.
52. I Like "Lift Every Voice and Sing"
That Song, should not be divisive.
It's as good as "America the Beautiful."
And it's a wholesome prayer to the LORD
For peace and liberty.
America is our native land
So don't drive us back to
Europe and Africa.
53. America is Doomed
Warren died on Bunker Hill,
The martyr of our revolution---
The Sphynx sends his armies
Over those Atlantic Hills
And makes George Floyd
The martyr of his cause;---
Orc, Sphynx, oh Spirit of the Age,---
My temporal despair,---
I drop my pen at thy madness.
Should a bully replace a man,
Should a blackguard replace a poet,
Should the Sphynx of Albion rise
America is doomed...
Yet, Maria is not yet.
54. The Big Bang Theory
There was quantum nothing
And then it expanded
Infinitely in space.
There was a glob of hair
Smooshed between the vulva
Of a woman, and then gore.
Cosmic gasses were formed
Into clumps of rock; hot
Balls of gas; planets; stars.
The little infant writhed
And wriggled on the breast
Of her mother's black teat.
Comets brought water to
Our molten sphere, which cooled
And oceans birthed green life.
The child walks, and speaks
A few strange words. "Mama"
"No" and also "I want".
The star is born, a hot
Sun, and the moon cools down;
A comet makes Earth spin.
The child goes to school
To learn life's vanity.
She strives with all her peers.
The animals breed, they
Bring forth the seed after
Their kinds; sea and earth switch.
The teenager lies nude
With her male companion
Inside; they makes their kind.
Then man evolves, and wo.
They frolic, until sin
Is once known in the field.
She goes to college; where
Is her child? She strives
Among everyone else.
There is no rest in this
Story, for it is the
Ethos of modern day.
Grow old; sedentary;
She has a smiling
Face... impoverished of loved.
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The Classical Head
I'm not much for Picasso--- Yet, my favorite portrait is by Picasso. It is a woman's head--- The classical head--- Of Olga's, with her Auburn locks And sumptuous face. Round, strong jawed, But thin jawed, Almost ovular And not circular... A strand of hair frames her In the way of an attractive woman With her justified sprezzatura. Messy, unkept, with a content crease on her lips. Her eyes are dovey, And her whole face is drawn With, I think it is, a couple of threads of pencil. The artist could, in fact, Draw a beautiful shape--- The portrait of feminine beauty--- In only three or four masterstrokes of his brush. How I do hate making poetry like this--- Though, in spirit of Picasso, I shall make it like this. I am more of a Raphael--- But like Picasso did, I can show my proficiency in the era's conventions.
101 Allusions
1. The Saint and the Punished
The joys he'll enter into, in Zion, are beyond compare. Mansions, cities of gemstones raised the height of the earth to the moon, countrysides, rivers, mountains, valleys, lakes, the trees of the Fruit of Life, lush fertile plains, beautifully woven courts within the City itself likened to the most beautiful State Parks imaginable within its decadent cube; with flowing rivers and waterfalls; even all the animals of the Saints will be there, and all of our precious creatures we loved. Streets paved with gold, and Pearl gates. Decadent food and drinks, with no hunger or thirst. And he'll be married to Zion, and call the Land Beulah.
If you do not accept Jesus, you'll be imprisoned in a cell of sandstone, licked with flame, and if you were really bad, will be tormented by a demon as your cellmate. You'll descend the tunnel of hell, into the grave, and appear in the caverns of hell, and meet the Satyrs, Dragons, Imps and Cockatrices, and they'll take you to your abode, where you will rot with worms in your wounds, being wounded, and have no thought, no wisdom, no activity, and have all your love stolen from you. You'll feel like a rolled up ball, being tossed around, and never at rest. And your only peace will be that you are where you ought.
2. The Music
The wise hate the wailing of the harp;
They hate the guttural chords,
And howling melodies.
In the society's decadence,
The music turns to emotive phrase,
And guttural noise;
When at its peak,
The music was peace.
So also, does the harp and lyre
Fill every decadent room,
Every ear is held to the shell
So they can listen to the sea
Of melodies.
At their labor, art permeates every corridor.
The ubiquitous noise omnipresent
So that nowhere can you ever hear again
The pleasant noise of people's voices
In their bubbly hubbub.
Rather, all there is is the music
In its guttural noises,
And strong, emotive sounds;
Filling all who hear it with stirring melancholy.
Or, with lusty anger and hot sex.
And everywhere it is...
You cannot escape it.
I had thought I lost this poem,
But providence desired it to be sung once more.
3. Jesus' Tunic
Do you remember Joseph?
His coat of many colors?
Made for him by Rachel,
His mother?
Jesus had a tunic
Made without a single seam
Woven from top to bottom,
By Mary.
I recall, that it was His
Most prized possession;
A tunic. Which, having coats
Myself, I
Know the pride of a warm, well crafted coat,
How it keeps warm in the
Bitterest of colds, if a tunic also lie
Underneath.
There is a pride to what keeps warm
Which Jesus referred to his Tunic
An awful lot. Being His most prized possession.
Love was stitched
Into this innocent thing; it was the source
Of many of His most difficult sayings,
Where we say, "That's not true,"
Lo, it is.
And that same thing was stolen from Him
On the day of His death, His only comfort;
The thing which was worn, made by His mother,
And He died
As was prophesied, with the garment
Cast lots over by the Centurion who killed Him.
Woe to that man's theft, for how can it be forgiven?
Yet it can.
4. Ancient Revelry
The tares, from their infancy,
Are sown into black soils,
And there they grow with
Instruments of anarchy.
They stab, they fight,
They poison, they kill,
With the dagger, with fist,
With chalice, with sword;
Every object in their home is cursed.
They fly upon their broomsticks,
They dance nude and enter one another;
They only allow the poets who are naughty
To be spoken in their ancient Golden Era.
And to them, it is joy, the hellish stress,
For they remember their Garden of Earthly Delight.
And they wish to once more bring this age
To fruition, now that Christianity had abated that hell.
Do not acquiesce. Fight with words, and slay the dragon
With the breath of our peaceful prosperities.
5. Vile
Vile things are in every culture.
Vile things are in every time.
Today, it is mutilation of children.
Yesterday, it was chattel slavery.
Tomorrow, who knows?
The obdurate child gets taken from his home.
Stiff necked, and unapologetic, he'd rather
Be placed in foster care, to avoid his parents.
They don't want him to be permanently changed.
The men and women, walking in their rows
Of chains, shackled together, blood dripping down their backs,
A whip cracking, and a husband and wife torn apart
With the screaming infant between their arms.
What gross thing will tomorrow bring?
What invasive disease of the mind will it infect us with?
What horrible thing, will normal and sane individuals
Believe is right, and the rest of us murmur in half toleration?
The fact of the first thirty years of my life
Was that we had finally gotten it right,
And didn't have any of this. What a shame things went so awry.
6. The Trial
Trump is on trial.
He reads "Before the Law"
He doesn't understand it
But I do.
One door, made for him,
One law, made for him,
One gatekeeper---
Just like all of us it seems,
It will be one day,
A law made for each man
And a sentence just as absurd.
And one man piously sits,
Unquestioning, for it is the matter
Of the State that this solitary law
Be followed, and so with every other man
His own solitary Law
With no rhyme or reason
Than the very fact that it is.
7. She Couldn't Save Me
In a dream, or a vision,
I was cleaning up my life.
My mother, my dear mother,
Was apathetic in her strife.
She would not pick up a broom,
She would not make haste.
So, I left upon my dream
For I could not tell if I, she hates.
Then, upon my bed, I saw a youth who was from my past.
I lay upon my bed, with my Pound Puppy at my breast.
And there was she, for whom I loved,
And my worst fear was seen
A nightmare had succumbed me
And I learned she was a fiend.
Then, at last, we were careening out of control.
I had no lover, I had no friend, so "Amarisa" I told
Shouting it, shouting it, "Amarisa" I did.
The truck crashed, and it killed all my friends.
Then I was ghost, hovering above the scene I dread,
I had not raised, I had not fell, but I knew I was surly dead.
Then, I woke in an asylum for the insane.
I thought I was on a movie set,
I found it all very strange.
I ran for the door, warning all of my insight.
A nurse had tackled me, and then "Jesus" I had cried.
I crawled upon the floor, I inched my very way
Every painful movement, I cried "Jesus" all the way.
At the last, I came to the end, it was a mall with open door;
A stadium was filling with children, who saw me in my state so poor.
Yet, at the end, I reached up for that door,
A voice said, "Brandon, open," and I opened up the door.
At that moment I woke from the horrid vision my mind aroused,
And I renounced that idol "Amarisa", and wrote this verse profound.
Only one name under heaven, I found tonight is true.
It is the LORD Jesus, and I come to caution you.
If by my writing you feel blessed, it is because it's all a song
Made for that one and only savior, not for Amarisa wrong.
Yet, do not worship---it is a tricky verse---
That Daughter of Zion, of which I'm well rehearsed.
It is just a fancy, a strange and idol thought...
Yet it shall remain, for Jesus I have taught.
There is only one name, that saves a man or child,
There is only one name, that can save murderer or pedophile,
Or rapist, or theif, or blasphemer or Jew,
Or Gentile, or Greek, and not a number very few....
It is that man named Jesus, who died upon a cross.
Let no accursèd cult spring from me, for now I know the cost.
I proclaim one Name, that is Jesus Christ my God...
Any other name proclaimed, leads to an awful loss.
8. Jorgia Erin Amaris O'Conner
I fell in love with you.
You became my obsession.
My Beatrice. My Amélie.
You became my idol. Yes, you.
In your blue dress, I saw you
With such godly joy. Like being
In the presence of God.
I must confess it was very strange.
But, I break that yoke for another.
A lighter yoke, that of my Friend.
For calling out to you at night,
It never once saved me. But Christ did.
You are a phantom, who I don't know.
But, I do still believe I will be married to Zion
In the eternal abode I shall one day inhabit.
I do say, if in life I am alone, it is the one thing which could make it worthwhile.
9. Why P Cannot Always Equal NP
It's the proverbial Squaring of the Circle.
The limits of Coefficients in a system,
Which would create NP, cannot always
Be described by P, due to the limitations on geometry.
Every system of equation is defined by a shape.
And simply put, there are limits to every shape
Which makes it impossible to conform some shapes into other shapes.
I think anyway.
In fact, through further rumination,
If P could always equal NP,
It would break down the very notion of equalities.
P equaling NP
Would be the same as saying
πr^2=l*w.
Fundamentally, the axioms of one shape,
Cannot translate to another.
If they could, there'd be no use for mathematics.
In fact, I'd further say,
That if P equaled NP,
One would have a universal equation
And System for solving all axioms of Geometry.
Which, fundamentally, cannot be true.
As Pi is no more described in a square
As Length and Width are described by a radius.
The shapes have different axioms
By which they must follow,
Which require new calculations on their part
To describe each geometric figure.
So with, any Nondeterministic Polynomial
Cannot always be equated into a Polynomial.
As each Nondeterministic Polynomial
Will be defined by its unique shape and dimensions.
Simply, it cannot be so.
Therefore, Some NP cannot be equal to P.
10. I Am By No Means a Mathematician
I am by no means a mathematician.
However, when I come to P = NP---
Dazzled by the complexity of the equations---
I look at each equation like a shape.
As if each equation represented a simple shape;
Or, even a very complex shape.
In my limited exploration of geometry,
I know a few very basic things.
One cannot take the shape of a Right Triangle,
And use the Pythagorean T heorem
To explain an Isosceles.
And seeing that NP and P
Can be reduced to this principle,
At its most basic level,
The most fundamental thing to learn
From this system, is that we CANNOT
Generalize a rule for all shapes.
We cannot, for instance,
Call an equation a polynomial
If it has three dimensions, for example.
If there is a cubed variable,
The equation no longer is a Polynomial.
I think people approach the problem
From the angle of where I approached
Pythagorean Theorem.
It seems intuitive,
To think the proof lies
In the hypotenuse being like a crossed section
Of a quadrilateral.
But, that is not why it solves.
It seems possible...
Even very likely,
To where you'll be duped into thinking it.
But, upon keen observations,
And studying the equations and dimensions,
You find it cannot be so
As it would break down equalities and the laws of algebra.
So, also, I think NP equaling P
Would be the same notion,
Of it seeming intuitive,
That a solution can be made.
But, generally, what's intuitive can be deceptive,
And what's more, you cannot define
The Pythagorean Theorem for a Circle,
Any more than Pi would apply
To a Square.
Sure, one can make equal anything,
But by means of deduction,
There is no way outside of empirical observation
To determine a shape, and how the laws
Of objective space apply to it.
Adding the dimension of time
Further complicates this, and makes even more complex shapes,
Which I believe, its geometry, must be studied independently
For each individual problem.
Much like the philosophers of auld would study shapes
To determine axioms and principles.
Thereby, one must study the shapes
And derive new axioms for each individual shape.
And possibly, that will be the occupation of many brilliant minds come the future, what will.
11. God Defines Me
He's written my story from start to finish.
My name is"Broom Tree on a Hill Crown Newpeace";
With my brillo head.
I decided to be a writer from the start,
So progressed into Poesy.
Southey and Coleridge wished to come to my reigion
---the Susquehanna valley---
in order to create a "Pantocracy",
I write in a style similar to them
And also began writing with utopian visions.
Not only that, Longfellow---America's finest poet---
Had married a woman named "Mary Storer Potter",
And my best friend has a same last name.
So, there's definitely evidence of God working in my life,
Particularly, to lead me into my profession, and also to my work.
None of that could have been coincidental.
12. The Class Machine
No cleric can surpass the king
No, not even in democracy.
The fiefdom is set, as the cook
Makes Metalcore, and lives
His worst life now.
Was not da Vinci a clerk?
Say we had more freedom then
Than we do now?
The modern Feudalism is set,
As the Wokies march in order,
Ushering in Communism.
That new generation rises,
One with the royal cavalcades
And the flying chariots...
The peoples worship them as gods.
Science is magic
And no man,
Whose own grandfather
Used to dig a hole in the ground
Can rise to the ranks of Poet Laureate;
No, not in this day.
The Laurel sings her rage,
That Boomerang can kill her
The minute she fires her Pineapple;
Though she wants to fight for her freedom,
Yet the mass graves shall be the cost.
Republicans in their rows,
Mowed down by machines and not men;
Waging their wars with Bow and Knife.
Yes, you crowned emperor,
This is a new generation...
One where you rise above all
In glutted fest, and say "I AM".
Crown the Empire,
The ashes of all I love are destroyed,
For to fight is futile.
So, let me die if I must.
And my Blood shall kindle the flame
Like Polycarp, and in Peace
Freedom shall persuade and win.
13. Innocence
A squid tentacle constricts
A boat, moored on a canvas
Over a hundred years ago.
The decadent painter
Paints over the Baronry's
Prized collection.
Is this not like the wealth
Of many generations, wasted
By the slogans of communism?
Is this not like the fool,
Whom, finding that Gospel Pearl,
Throws it back into the sea?
For once, the wealth was spread,
And the Pearl need not be hid
From the salacious Trusts;
.
It was there for the common man to shuck.
Yet he swallowed up the pearl,
And kept its shell, by entertaining his audience
With his vandalism.
The communist is like this man,
In that she paints over the canvas of
Civilization with her tentacles;
She covers wealth with her idle decadence.
She knows not Capitalism lifted the world
Out of poverty, and gave the common lay, even,
Priceless art. No... She paints over it
With her squid tentacles,
And spoils generations' worth of wealth.
14. Evolution of Thought 4/13/23
AI, is it smart? No... the mathematician proves it.
Cubed Rooted Negatives are impossible.
But Quartic and Eighthic rooted negatives are not.
The fool says AI can be intelligent, because he believes
It already is---though, it is merely mimicry.
Not creativity. It repeats the formulae of essays
Upon essays, and only knows how to simplify them;
It doesn't understand nuance.
P cannot equal NP all the time---
Some NP cannot equal P---yet, it is not in my poem.
Someone is editing my work, without my knowledge.
I swear an oath, but it is not so. It is only my faulty memory.
I said, "Not Always" but not "Some".
Jordan Peterson wants to create a better world with Religion's Law,
But such a world would be unmerciful,
Save God reign, and judge, and preside over our hearts and minds.
Law without Grace is Hell.
I walk through the State Park,
The tree with an ear has a microphone,
So I believe, and the Bathroom too,
And the tree that looks like a boob.
It opens up to an underground base,
And in the lake, when drained,
They prepared for World War III,
And the rockets would ascend out of the waters.
I would wave my hand, and with faith it would all vanish,
And I would be left unmolested.
The Carpenter ant, so
Giously walks across my path
Bold, and happy, with the little samara shivering in her mandible.
I wonder if God's eyes are not on such little things.
The plane with the red tailfin flies by, ever so silently,
So I wonder if it is a chariot from Jotunheim,
And the funny camera by the roadside reads my thoughts.
The preacher preaches a sermon on the most horrific child abuse;
She screams, "Where was God when my uncle had done so!"
Where was God when my best friends abandoned me
And showed no inkling of mercy toward my youthful offense?
Or when my peers bullied me? Or when my mother divorced my dad?
Or when all the mean and nasty things were said?
Yet not one hair on my head was ever harmed---
Where was God when my dad received cancer
From the shame and disappointment of his beloved son?
Yet God's providence has always protected me.
I know not why, but possibly because He knows I will never lose my faith.
A semi-circle also can become like a chord in Intersecting Chords Theorem.
Ah, Oh Grecia and Persia, you fight your twenty-five hundred year long war;
Still raging even to this day, and may be a cataclysmic end,
Northern and Southern Kingdoms; how Israel tossels between them.
For a very short time, did Rome Suzerain over Persia; possess the world.
Zoroastrianism morphed into Islam, yet the Northern and Southern
Kings control the world, like a Yin and Yang ensign;
Though do not be fooled, neither are good, both are evil.
15. The Conflict of Creation
I will never mystify you with how I create.
Call it an inner voice, call it a conscience,
Call it the voice of God...
But, I don't seek to persuade you that it's anymore than
Genius, like such which causes the grapes to grow
Or the performance to be good,
Or the wine to accent meat with its berry.
I will never use mystic words
Or try to dupe you into believing this comes from me.
It comes from practice---
Not some bold power of self will.
Just practice, and a little help from God.
16. The Olive, The Fig, The Vine and the Bramble
Brother and Sister of the True vine,
That Olive and Fig---
The Olive with his fatness,
The Fig with her sweetness;
Gideon and Deborah,
Elijah and Mary Magdalene;
What distinguishes thou?
When offered a crown, ye cast it;
Ye forsake the world, and worldly authority.
Oh, the Vine, when pierced---
You True Vine, you who merry the hearts of God and Man,
You too had been lifted up,
And would not take Your Kingdom with the Twelve Legions of Angels;
Not before you were lifted up.
Yet, the Bramble with his Shadow
Says, "Give me authority,
"And I shall guide ye well!"
And he is a fire which burns like hell's black flame.
17. Fools and Philosophers
I look at all the philosophers handed down through history,
And I wonder, "How simple it would be, if their teacher were Christ alone?"
Then, I suppose, there would not be any confusion about the most basic truths.
18. Kaleidodream
Do you not know? The robot does not dream?
Do you not know, that it plagiarizes you, and yes me?
The swirling subconsciousness of a hundred million artists
Get copied and pasted over a sentence or line of text.
The author of that text believes it is the magic of mind---
He believes it is intellect, and creativity of the machine.
No... it is the intellect and creativity of millions of artists
Which the AI picks and chooses, and warps
Around a few platitudes of thought.
And the author of such thought says, "I can not do better."
Yet, I, being an artist, see only the wish fulfillment
Of having one's immediate, and simplistic fancy
Shown as a flashy, surrealist portrait.
No, my loves, the true artist is you who wrote the prompt.
For that subconscious thought then gets woven
By the machine, to create what is pretty,
But not sublime.
19. Otaku
Am I just an obsessed hobbyist?
Spending hours a day,
Surfing for inspiration...
Is it only money that makes a career?
Music,
Art,
Science,
Literature,
Poetry,
History,
Psychology,
Sociology,
Maths,
Theology,
Philosophy,
For what?
Would I have been better off
Learning how to play a video game real well?
To know nothing about our world?
Twiddle my thumbs,
And I could have made a fortune.
I could have been a good poker player,
Or a bad chess player,
Or a good COD player,
Or I could play pinochle,
Or be a professional Magic The Gathering Player,
Or I could play Fortnite,
Or I could have made a YouTube channel
Where I got really good at Mario or Rome Total War,
Or playing Minecraft all day
And make my fortune?
To commentate on Comic Book fads
And react to some stranger's fifteen minutes of fame
Or classic rock songs I've heard a million times
And speculate on the latest celebrity gossip?
I could have beat myself,
Made a fool out of myself,
Like a Jackass
And give my exorbitant riches to the poor.
No, instead I chose to grow up.
And am punished for it,
By not being allowed to.
All my target audiences are trapped in eternal youth
Like I am the sole man left on Earth.
20. How to Read a Poem
Read once.
Read twice.
Then labor over every line.
Look at every comma,
And learn every word in time.
Find every allusion,
Find every hidden word---
Read over a lifetime,
And you shall know that verse.
21. The Anti-Nietzsche Aphorism
The highest form in this life,
Succumbs to work which sustains us,
A true love,
The quest for knowledge.
And contentment with this lot.
Then, we die and reap whatever we have sown.
22. Historicity of Genesis; Flood, Nimrod and Battle of Siddom
Mid-24th Century Anomaly,
It collapses all civilizations;
Almost like a global flood? Then
The Earth divides during the life of Peleg, and then
Sargon that Nimrod, built His empire,
And three hundred years later, would,
Ride, Abraham! and pursue those Elamite foes.
Make haste to avenge Ur, to impose that Amorite King
Melchizedek, king of Salem, to instill Babylonian rule.
23. Two Black Maidens
Two black maidens set their minds to proof...
They do their math, and prove.
Calculus, they use, to prove Pythagorean Theorem,
Yet Calculus is proven so much, so
That Pythagorean Theorem is proven too!
It is a biconditional,
Two Tautologies that necessitate.
The very crux of Equalities,
And the very crux of all mathematics and logic.
It is how, oh my souls,
That science knows.
24. Hell's Party
Hell's Party, for those who wish to go,
Will be unbridled, lawless rage.
It will be eternal sin, and damnation.
Satan dupes you into believing it will be fun,
Because sin was fun.
The little innocent bear pong game,
The one night stand,
The practical jokes...
They turn into MK Ultra drugs,
Rape and forced relationships with hideous monsters,
And torture chambers.
The party guests arrive,
And Satan says, "No Rules Yeah!"
And the party guests cry out for glory,
And then the suffering begins.
No rules, no regulations, all murder, theft and adultery allowed.
And we soon see what hell actually is.
It is sin unbridled by God's Law.
25. Jehovahjirah
The LORD will be seen;
And like the ram provided
To Abraham, when seen,
The LORD had been an ox, aleph, A
Sacrificed for the covenant, tav., t
The Seed of the woman
Bit in His Ankle by the Serpent,
Crushed the serpent's head.
The seed and sprout of Jesse
Grew, and all was placed under His domain.
For, the curse brought great suffering
Into the world---for with sin there is the curse
Of suffering, for all sin causes suffering.
And by the crucifixion of our LORD
All our sin was pierced into Him,
Making us, like He, whom God sees.
Therefore, we are the little Christs,
Whom the world sees as if we were He---
And the world hates us, mocks us,
Scorns us. Why? Because it is the cause
Of all our suffering, and we tell it so.
Yet that suffering is nailed into Jesus
At the cross, so we one day see God face to face.
26. The Gospels as Witness
Mathew, if first written in Aramaic,
Papias says John Son of Thunder
Said Matthew was written by Matthew in Hebrew,
Does this not prove Matthew was written by
Matthew? Papias XX says John the Elder is
John Son of Thunder, and that John dictated his Gospel to Papias.
Luke is also considered a premier Historian.
Evidence that Demands a Verdict, 86.
And Mark is written by memory,
On the testimony of Peter.
And would Q not most likely be the man Jesus Himself?
27. The Cycle
The Jolly Mother Idol, imbued in a civilization
Ancient, and now gone... their Neolithic
Art of cattle and human skulls,
Which were made into displays
And arm rests,---their paintings of the hunt
Scribed throughout the world on cave walls;
Their houses of clay, with roof streets
And well kept, with ovens and warm spaces.
It was destroyed by, yes, the Flood.
Then arose the Semitic Pantheon
Of Baal-El, Hubaal, and Asherah.
And they arose, to their gross heights.
They built upon their civilization,
Ancient and ubiquitous---
The infant bodies stored in clay pots
To perform their gross sciences---
But then Israel wiped them out,
And finally Rome when it had conquered Carthage.
And then Rome had grown, and grew to great stature.
It grew, it grew, it grew, and the Greek Pantheon
Ruled the world. And soon it brought chaos
By its lusty and rapturous gods,
And like Hyenas they wafted from Male to Female
And from Female back to Male;
And what chaos it did bring!
Until the Christians converted Constantine
And with Peace, did Christianity cover the world.
And as a last age, will not the wicked raise the idol once again
Gaia, mother Earth, and the Titans overthrown
By the new Pantheon, Greece overtaken by War
And its pantheon of comfort, prosperity and food and drink.
And then, at last, the creature raises from the depths
And causes all men to worship it;
Worship the Earth, so that the gods and goddesses
Can fly upon their chariots, and live by their arcane magic.
And the poor upon the earth shall lament, and take up this cry
Against the wicked generation, they shall Cry for Christ
And His age, for at least then there was peace;
America, remember Who ordered thy prosperity.
28. A Priori
The entire world understands itself
Through practice of vacuous equations---
That is why no one can tell what is true.
No math can work, without being applied.
No math can be proven, unless by real
Phenomena, and its prediction of
Their physics. We know much metaphysics
As is our primary education,
But confuse all a priori logic,
Which substitutes whim and desire for
What is actually in the real world.
So men and women are like hyenas
And not like men or women; yet even
There, we find the modern fashion exposed.
29. 1,666
My last post was 1,666.
Almost like the divine providence speaks loud and bold.
30. Ye Old Stoics
An old Stoic once told a man
Who lost everything he owned
To a raging inferno
That it was not his to begin with.
That everything was borrowed.
The wise sage said, "You do not deserve what you want."
If you wish to live in a world like that,
Where law is who can rip the meat
From the lioness' mouth;
Yet, God is abundant in promises.
Though, in my suffering I do not blame Him,
I blame ye.
Why is it, that I answer and do so much work
And get unrecognized for it?
While my ideas are stolen, and my seed
Blows about the wind?
Yes, there is a man who doesn't labor for wisdom;
Ought that man be?
The perfect philosopher might be among you
But no one will listen to him.
They pick and peck like vultures
Taking his meat from off his bones,
Leaving him shivering cold amidst the carnage.
And this is how it ought to be?
Yes? Because the old Stoic glibly consoles
The man who is suffering by telling him
That his suffering is for naught?
That he did not deserve the things which he lost?
Certainly, I don't deserve it...
I don't intend to make that case,
But work needs to be paid for.
And my work is not being paid.
So, there is some injustice happening
Where I reveal secrets
And yet my own vineyard is spoiled
Ye's fantasies for me is to be like a child
As long as I live, and to grow old and gray
Still yoked to the chain of his condescension.
Yet, such is the situation of a true prophet,
And with that badge of honor,
I am at rest.
31. Vain Mystery
There shall be no temple found at Egypt,
Thou, like Gomorrah.
The sacrifice shall be made
On Mount Zion,
And there, in our Eternal Abode.
The Nicolaitan King
Shall invade Zion's Walls
To no avail, though the covering Cherub sit
In the Temple, like Christ::---
The Abomination.
32. Fight o Samaria
Freedom writhes this day---
Baal is worshipped by the rich
And Baphomet by the poor.
Slaughter, o Samaria
The Canaanite from within you.
Purge their very babes from you.
Dash their infants to pieces.
Destroy, thresh, show no mercy
To the heathen gods---rip down their altars;
Break their altars, and destroy their heritage.
Cause their shame to be forgotten in the lands,
O Israel. Now is not a time for peace,
But for the sword. Thresh from among you
And rip down the faithless, with their horns.
The Assyrian navies, sleek ships from Tarshish,
They sail into thy seas, o Samaria, off thy coasts.
Who shall bewail the children of the god Moloch?
Shall we now do to their infants,
What he has seen fit to do to ours?
They dance, with the horns of devils upon their heads,
And they speak their blasphemes and their curses.
"The Prophet Prophesies!"
So says the people, yet it is another vain vision.
How many prophecies shall they utter in error?
Shall the wicked go unpunished?
Who, thou Samaria, is it who bowed the nape
To Moloch? Is it not even you?
Woe! Iniquity upon Iniquity!
Samaria, you ought have foughten
But instead you made alliances with your own Accusers!
You have sacrificed to the Pagan Bull
And you have burned incense to the Lilith!
Now, shall you be destroyed
And your babes ripped from you.
Where your judgment would have proceeded
As light, it is now darkness, for you,
O Samaria, ought have foughten,
But instead you have made alliance with Sin.
Yet, the Prophets shall be among you,
And wag the tongue, as you lick like an adder
With poison. We shall escape, we men of Judah.
Selah.
Thou Land of Whirring Wings,
Who brought ensigns by papyrus vessels,
Thou cleaved by the rivers,
O, Moab, hide the Children of Israel---
For if they cleave to you, and seek your good,
They shall not be slain.
Do not enter into the war
My Children, but let the nations war among themselves.
For judgment proceed'th from the most high
For their iniquity, and the LORD has lain this trap.
They shall be greatly ashamed, those who accused Judah,
And they shall no more look upon their gods,
And say, "The LORD see'th not."
Your hands shall be bound,
And thy mouths stopped, and every ear shall tingle
At what the LORD has planned for you,
Who made war with your brother in the day his iniquity was found out.
Samaria, she is forsaken, do not take up a lament.
33. The Fascist Calling the Fascist Brown
Tim Snyder, for all your good you did
Sounding the alarm about Trump,
You missed the very cruel double edge.
Canada is attacking Free Speech with Internet Censorship,
Canada is also destroying people's livelihoods for simply refusing to say made up pronouns,
The fact that there even are over 2 genders, and that's being taught to kids as young as eight, (Symbols of the Party)
The United Nations is attempting to minimize and even normalize Statutory Rape,
So is California,
PBS is advocating Gender Affirming Health Care---the castration and masectomation of Youths--- (Propaganda)
England is fining and putting people in jail for saying, "Homosexuality is a Sin"
The FBI is being used to spy and terrorize American Citizens who vote Republican, (Militarized Police and Paramilitarization)
Mail In Ballots are being used to illegally cast votes, and therefore win elections for Democrats, (Unfair Elections)
Critical Race Theorists are trying to whitewash American History and culture,
Woke Politics are infesting Hollywood, and not allowing any art to be made,
As Trans Terrorists maliciously censor voices like JK Rowling with Death Threats and Bomb Threats; they do so with impunity,
As PBS draws sympathy to a Mass Shooter who killed Children, just because he is trans,
As words like "Ugly" and "Fat" get removed from Roald Dahl's Works, and Loony Tunes and Dr. Seuss get banned, (Censorship and Book Burning)
As people still wear masks from a manufactured pandemic that really wasn't as bad as people made it (Symbols of the Party)
As people try to amend the law, such as Double Jeopardy, there is a woman calling for a reopening of a case involving a man and woman convicted in relation to a gang murder---
As the Left and hordes of Lawyers scathe Alex Jones and make him into a show trial, which cost him more money than was ever reasonable to pay,
As a person who made a little firing pin 3d Printing model was given an over 100 year sentence,
And what was the Reichstag? January 6th, where the only person who died was one solitary protestor,
And while CNN and MSNBC cheer on rioters and looters in the name of Equity, Inclusivity and Diversity,
As School Libraries carry pornography and sexually explicit materials, and teachers begin to move boundaries in the classroom pertaining to sex
As college students monopolize campuses, and create "Safe Spaces" where they prohibit freedom of speech, while rioting and protesting and forcibly removing Conservative speakers from their campuses....
Where, for all your journalistic integrity,
Did you attack this? Which was just as malicious and evil.
That is why I have to be the voice of reason.
You call Trump a fascist. Well, who else is also fascist?
Perhaps the advocates of all of these things, as well.
If you fact check these things, they say it is not so, yet the words out of the very Pigs' mouths betray them.
Though the Right is trying to normalize Indentured Servitude,
And is paying out toxic loans as Black Rock and China buy up all of our American Companies,
As they ban John Green from schools,
As they profilitize Religious Stodginess and want to create a Theonomy,
And are trying to make the Robber Barons Baronry again,
Though these sins are enough, I'm sure there's more I'm unaware of.
Both sides are trying to make speech impossible, through perpetual offense,
Having friends and relatives thrown out of homes for simple disagreements,
Or thrown out of businesses for their political views;
Which is forbidden under the Enumeration of the 9th Amendment.
No man, can contractually sign away their rights,
Either verbally, written or in any wise in any agreement.
And both are Nazi Anti-Semites in my book, with two brands of kool aid.
I stand on no side except God's; it's all despicable. That's why I'm the only honest voice.
34. Make a New Song
Ariel, named for her red hair,
Watches Ariel, a gorgeous Black Woman.
A mermaid expert tells us,
"Ariel is black, because Mermaids come from Africa."
Though, the story comes from Hans Christian Andersen,
A Dane.
Ought the Woman King be black?
I say she ought be, as the story means nothing
Without that character being black.
There is no metaphor without the racial imagery.
To scrub it for future generations,
None will know what history came to pass.
It will erase where we came from.
So also, you must not swap out races of characters.
Erin is the idealized of my perfect form of Beauty.
Theresa is based off of a woman I adored.
To remove Erin's Irish feature
And Theresa's Guyanese feature
Is to ignore who I crafted them to be
They would not be who they ought to be.
It would be a disservice
To change who they are.
Make new.
Make a new song.
35. The Amalekite's Lie
Saul fell upon his
Sword, committing Suicide;
Being David's foe,
The Amalekite lied, who
Said that Saul leaned on his Spear.
For, does not the one
Who slays the King's enemy
Get a reward, no?
36. The Tortoise and the Hare 2023
The world was ran by hares,
Whom made everyone give them lettuce,
Otherwise the Hares would tie their feet
Together, with their superior speed,
And they'd only unbound the other animals
When they had sufficient lettuce to feed them with.
Thus, there came an angry tortoise
Remembering the Justice of the Olden Days
When his ancestor had beaten the hare
In a foot race.
So, again, he challenged the Hare
To a foot race.
The hare accepted,
And then proceeded to make a few conditions.
"First, Herr Tortoise, you must bind your legs.
"And second, you must noose your neck,
"And third, you must place a heavy rock over your shell.
"And if you give me lettuce, I will unbind you for a short time
"Until I contract that your allotted time is up, and then I will bind you again."
The tortoise refused,
And said, "No, Herr Hare, I will not acquiesce to these terms."
And the Hare said, "Then you shall not race,
"And I will bind you anyway."
The hares then were pleased they made it so.
I am that Tortoise.
37. Metaphors of Current Affaires
I am a bard, witnessing the feud of great empires.
Let me tell of the political strife happening now.
There is Queen Maeve and David, allied together to bring
The Anarchy to the shores of the Greater Northern Realm.
There is Stephen, whom no one loves, bringing tyranny here
By challenging the ancient bounds of free speech, by storming
Through like the Bull in a China Closet: he destroys much.
There are the Northern and Southern Kings, storming each other's
Lands, taking cities, and warring their ancient rivalry;
The Domains of Grecia and Persia are at their long
Millennias' war, ruling worlds like a taijitu .
And here is this bard, trying to win back his realm's freedom.
38. Quadratic Equations
A difficult mystery...
Every Polynomial represents
A shape---
Thus, the Quadratic Formula
Breaks down those shapes into two dimensions.
Hence, why it gives a length and width
For its answer---
Also, how Cubic equations
Give, the added dimension of breadth.
Thus, by reducing the equation down to one dimension,
One can figure what they need in that one dimensional space.
This is also why P cannot always equal NP
As NP can often work in multiplicities of more dimensions.
39. Wonderland
Say something true, you are sure to offend...
The only truths to lend, are truths of a geometric kind.
The culture speaks in fallacious ways,
Every belief is a formal fallacy.
The culture is warped around this nonsense,
Yet, there is the certainty of the Laws of Proofs
Geometric, and Mathematics, and all Physical constructs.
Yet, speak a word politically, that might be true,
You have offended like Alice had offended,
And the Queen says, "Off with her head."
Doth our King now pardon us?
40. 63%
63% are Christian?
60% of those Christians say Christ isn't the only way.
Another 3 percent of them are Jehovah's Witnesses or Mormons.
About 50% of those Christians say Homosexuality isn't a sin.
1.6 Million of those Christians are Hebrew Israelites. (A Heretical Sect)
Several Hundred Thousand are Hebrew Roots.
I'll estimate that another million or so have Heretical beliefs about the Trinity, and don't follow any Systematic Theology.
Which, doing the math, most Americans who profess to be Christian
Simply aren't.
And who are the persecuted in America?
That 3% of Christians who hold to Christ's true teachings and theology.
41. Your Bouquet
The buttercups and pansies
Are grown old; their lives are short.
The daisies are pink and white:
The Mayapples are matured---
The spring is at its agéd peak.
It wanes into summer's prime;---
do know, the roses soon bloom
And scent the forest; the Honey-
Suckle too. The most beautiful
Is soon to come.
Happy Mother's Day.
Love,
Brandon
42. Signs and Wonders
Though the Prophetess paints me and my love
Old, and filled with many days;
Though the prophet, in the age of Napoleon,
Prophesies me and my Phalanx of verse;
Though providence moves me,
And I am washed from head to toe by providence,
It moves by the string of faith;
Though my name is destined, and written
Strong, invoking Elijah, and a Crown Prince of Poetry;
Though the Lake Poets would try to build a pantocracy in my hometown,
And another poet married a woman whose name was that rare name of a friend's;
I look at myself, and like the old stoic say,
"I don't deserve what I want."
Do you now understand why I lack the faith to claim these?
The rag upon my head is like a filthy menstruous cloth;
Though it bend through the air to fulfill my predictions like a miraculous lot,
It is my deeds---my deeds---which prevent me from obtaining what I want.
We do not receive God's blessing because we believe we deserve it.
But, rather, He gives for no reason, other than His own love for me.
43. Thou Wounded Robin
Thou wounded Robbin---
I would pick you up
And splint your broken leg.
But, I know not how.
I would call for thee
To those who could,
And tell them, "Splint its leg."
But, they would not.
So, I leave you in the wilds,
For I wish not to frighten you,
Or cause you torment,
Hoping some Good Samaritan can do
What I cannot.
For, I have once called upon
The Authorities to bind the wounds
Of a fawn, and they shot it.
I cannot bind its wounds.
I know not how.
I know not how to heal my country's breach
And I know that by pointing out its breaches,
It has only made those in authority pick at it
All the more.
So, I leave you, for it is the kindest gesture I can.
44. Metamorphosis
Fyodor could not become a vermin,
But I have become a vermin.
I crawl upon the walls,
And see everything from there.
And it is liberating!
But, will I die, and nobody care?
45. Cryptography
One cannot be a truly good person,
Nor be truly humane,
Without having tasted from the bitter fruits of evil.
Unless having been evil,
One cannot then have the compassion
For true good.
46. Vicar d'Orco
O, thou Lucifer,
A Vicar of the world.
When God dispels you,
The people will rejoice.
For, you are given your domain
A short while, so man can know
Why sin is truly sin.
And then, men will repent
And live in peace
But remember the suffering you have caused.
47. The Art of Fascism
Why was the height of art
Made so low?
In frantic screams of ethnic purity
The true artist was made a fool---,
Though, I take my middle brow poetry
And I do it well.
Perhaps it's best that the high brow art
Is decadent, and ugly, and foul---
Why? So it puts into perspective
That art cannot save a nation.
Ovid, Homer, Christ,
Seamunder, Snori, Virgil,
Grimm's Fairytales, Friedrich Nietzsche,
Wagner, all were fodder to stir up the Volk.
I do understand this.
But I am not this.
48. Fibonacci Numbers
Symmetry---
You Fibonacci numbers appear in nature
Because of your symmetry.
You appear because of the soundness of your structures.
Phi---you are Nature's Rectangle;
You are Nature's Symmetry---
You are Nature's sounding board
For the entire structure of the universe.
49. Sophism and Epistemology
How the sophists play at golden
Ends of civilizations. For
The prosperities of those men
Who were their elite forbearers
Did build with Reason's Sun and Rain.
The joyful sun, a Priori...
Sad rains, a Posteriori.
Which, the civilization springs
Like the grass, when both are balanced.
Yet, from both Science or Phenom
Does the sophist never know, faced
With unknowns, void by faith's phantom.
Aught, Science and Phenomena
Cause sweet wisdom's diaspora.
So remember,
History's witness
And being's ontology
And cause's effect
Are the measures of all good
Philosophy: listen; look.
It is not always about ends and means, but, sometimes, that things are what they are.
50. NP Difficulty
I have been watching proofs---
Oh, their poetry is so serene---
And I realize NP difficulty
Is much like a Geometric Proof.
Rather, to solve them, requires
Not one master equation
But solving the difficult variable
By combining other basic theorems
To further build upon to a right and new solution.
51. The Stock Market Crash
1929
Coolidge, in his booming economy,
Does nothing, as Margin Trading
Becomes common with the public.
2008
Reagan, in his booming economy,
Does nothing, as Private Equity
Buys the worker out of their rights.
Runaway capitalism
And the rich's stranglehold on our country
Is from three tumors:
401ks
Private Equity
And Margin Trading.
52. New Philosophy
You are Analytic and Continental.
You read my poem, and say,
"The analytic in me thinks it's good.
"The continental thinks it's 'meh'."
You ask me to tell you my inspiration,
Well, it is precisely that both
Continental and Analytic philosophies
Are sophistic.
And a good epistemology
Is rooted in aligning Phenomenon to Noumenon;
Thereby, I propose a different philosophical school.
It is called "New Philosophy"
Though it is indeed the old philosophy.
For, we were closer to the truth during Plato
Than we were during Husserl.
And we were closer to the truth during Aristotle
Than we were during Wittgenstein.
53. The Classical Head
I'm not much for Picasso---
Yet, my favorite portrait is by Picasso.
It is a woman's head---
The classical head---
Of Olga's, with her Auburn locks
And sumptuous face.
Round, strong jawed,
But thin jawed,
Almost ovular
And not circular...
A strand of hair frames her
In the way of an attractive woman
With her justified sprezzatura.
Messy, unkept, with a content crease on her lips.
Her eyes are dovey,
And her whole face is drawn
With, I think it is, a couple of threads of pencil.
The artist could, in fact,
Draw a beautiful shape---
The portrait of feminine beauty---
In only three or four masterstrokes of his brush.
How I do hate making poetry like this---
Though, in spirit of Picasso,
I shall make it like this.
I am more of a Raphael---
But like Picasso did,
I can show my proficiency in the era's conventions.
54. Poetry Club
I join Poetry Club---
Not really, but let's pretend---
I walk in, and there's pretentious Jackass
Who all the group fawns over.
His art is mediocre, but they all insist he is god's gift to letters.
I show my writing,
And immediately they pounce all over it.
They criticize everything it's done right---
Like the pretentious brown nosers they are--
And like the game I played today,
Of posting in a category---
There is the true artist,
Me,
Lonely, and blowing in the wind.
I'm late to the game.
I'm early for the game.
I do not time my art
Except for the larger picture.
I do not craft my art to be timely.
Rather, I do my art from the sheer joy of doing it.
Some generation will recognize it,
But hopefully it is my own
So I am not one of those unhappy artists who
Never benefited from the Providential Gift of utterance.
As Solomon says,
"There is such a man who labors for wisdom,
"But lo, it goes to another. Vanity, vanity, all is vanity,
"That which man labors for under the sun."
55. I Cast My Crown
This Poem is about all my haters
Inspired by Crown the Empire's
"Menace"
You call me a "worthless F*ck"
I ask "Is that what you call love?"
And do you love your brother enough?
When you're alone, and wandering,
And I'm in places you'll never see,
We'll ask each other
Why did God make us free?
And when I look at you
I'm going to know it was your attitude
Which as a teenager, I admit I did have,
But as a grown ass adult, I lost it all. Had
I been like you, a hateful little worm,
I still don't say you're evil
But speak saccharine sweet
Which causes me cancer
Though we will never meet
Until that day when the stars all will fall
And the sun snuffed out,
My pity ignited for all...
Where will I be?
My verse is so pure?
It proved God has loved me
And you were so cursed?
I still say, I love you my dear,
And if you'd just listen I'll have you some cheer
That if you simply would practice what you say you do preach
You wouldn't be writing so many songs about me.
56. Fairytale
The shadow you are, creeps from me;
Eternal utterances, and restless sleep.
I dream of you every night,
The magic you spin to make my demons arise.
You tell me to sit at your feet,
And be thy shadow beneath thee.
I walk for three hundred years
Doing good deeds, voiceless,
And I cannot be cheered.
The songs of the elderberry sings so sweet,
But you view me as if a woman
Falling into a bog filled with leech...
For you envision me as the one
Who cast her bread on the ground
To step on it with my new shoes, so proud;
But then do I fall into the hell below
And my only hope to turn into a bird and go home?
Or, am I a lad, sailing to Eden
And when I get there, I'm in eternal heaven
Only to run after the beautiful bride
And lose in one day my eternal paradise?
Fairytales I sing to you
Have not a happy ending---oh so very few...
For I admit I have broken my trust
In my own hands, so how do I love?
If my life were Romance, would I be Romeo?
If my life were a Tragedy, would I be Lear?
If my life were reality, would I be Christian?
If my life were a sitcom, would I be Brandon?
So, give to me at least, my one happy song
And I'll spin a fairytale so pleasant.
For if my life were a fairytale,
Would I survive?
Or would I be the hare who snubbed the hedgehog
And while running my eternal race I die?
I don't know.
57. Thou Swallow
Thou Swallow, you fly within my breadth,
And I ponder,---twice yonder you swoon,---
The curse which shall soon descend upon me.
Yet, thou hast caused my foot to stir
And my ambling to tarry,
So that the carriage which was at my back
Was saved from the other one careening down Front Street.
So, by thy shrill warnings, thou hast caused me to be a blessing
Upon some stranger I nary knew.
For, by spying me, a pedestrian on her port side,
It left just enough time to see the other car
Which travelled at twenty-five knots.
Had I not been there, I know not---
Perhaps it would have rent her asunder.
I see no other way... but by providence's hand
I walk with blessing, and what would be a curse is turned.
58. Oh Peleg
Oh, you Neolithic Civilization,
With your bone furniture,
Spread across the world,
Worshipping your Venus.
Even in the Americas
Are you found.
Until, you are not.
Then, there comes the divide.
Oh Peleg! What did you witness!
Soon the Clovis civilization springs up
But, what had happened? Where did
The old World,---the worshippers of the Titans---
Where did they go? Greek Pantheon,
Your war between gods and Titans!
The eldest Pantheon, remnants are remembered.
Slaughter, Grecia, the Semitic gods!
Canaan, Carthage, Moab,
Your gross gods will be destroyed.
59. A Lament For Zion's Prince and Prophetess
Oh, thou Prince? You say, "The meat shall stay in the cauldron."
For, in your heart you figure it is unclean for the people
To be plucked out of Zion, and taken to foreign lands.
For, they shall throw a bag over your head, and dig through your walls
And take you to Babylon, where you shall be killed and dishonored.
For, you believe, "The priest shan't pluck the sacrificial portion
"From the pot, while the sacrifice is being prepared,
"So shall the people of Zion be behind her impenetrable wall."
Ezekiel is saying, it is not so. You shall be taken alive, and killed.
So also the Prophetesses, who do their vain dance,
Trying to catch a soul with a pillow---I still cannot understand it
And shan't be allowed to, for it is pure mischief and sorcery;
No, it is but vanity, and delusion. You hop forth, and try to capture souls
And you prophesy to the LORD's people vain visions to cause them sadness.
They come to you for the truth, and you whisper to them,
"Oh, you are wicked, wicked, a man of trembling!"
But the LORD did not make him sad!
Then, you go to the wicked man, and promise him all prosperity
All freedom, all assurance in his vice, for he struggles with sin
And you slyly smile that he has his demons and they rule over him
Just like yours rule over thou.
60. Judgmental
Of all the things I
Hate in our modern world,
I have to say there's
Good, too. A man, being who
He truly is, is not judged.
61. Silly Dove
Oh, you silly dove.
Your heart is a mind for love
And you amble everywhere
Searching for a heart to share
In your beautiful heart...
Simple things, in that mind dart
To and fro, who shall coo like you
And where to alight and find fruit?
For you are unlike other birds
You silly dove... for first
Upon your mind is true love
As is the innocence of a dove
That first and foremost on her mind
Is love, to be shared with in time.
For it is so with all the righteous
That they primarily search for lucious
Truth, and deep seeded friendship
And their Turtledove, with courtship
They dance their mating ritual
And finally, they come to mutual
Acquaintanceship
And finally, the most intimate touch of relationship.
Prophetics
62. A Dream
There were laity surrounding a prophet,
But a laywoman wanted to interpret,---she insisted.
The prophet huffed to this laywoman, "But if I am unable,
"I am good for nothing, for I am a prophet."
Then, the laity all mocked, and drew knives to kill the prophet.
But the prophet's Father saw just how wicked the laity were!
So, the prophet leapt from the terrace, to escape his listeners' wrath
And was met there, at the nadir, by a lengthy, blind snake.
The blind snake was proud, and buzzed his knape,
And was exceedingly wicked. The Prophet cried out to God
And he was heard, and was delivered from the snake
Through his foresight of the Snake's awful, wicked plans.
Sure, the prophet had a little pride, but murder was never his intent;
Thus will God judge the Laity who do this to a prophet,
By driving him away from his apportioned lot.
For if you make the prophet sorry for his job in this life, what shall he there gain?
63. Amenhotep
Amenhotep, you
Fly with your chariots, yon
That Nuweiba beach.
Yet, the walls of water crash
Down upon you, and the Jews
They flee to Sinai.
64. Abusers of Themselves with Men
This word,
Translated as Homosexual
In the Bible,
And called unlawful,
Means a man ejaculating into another man.
That is the graphic, and literal meaning.
65. Psalm 22:16 H3738 Dead Sea Scrolls
Strongs
Is never wrong.
66. Sorcery
Sorcery bends the truth,
To where you cannot recognize a lie.
It is not literal magic---
There is no such thing.
Rather, sorcery is the completion
Of a lie, to where it begins to be muddied with truth.
67. Dad
I stand on the shores of manor blue
Which wash upon the white crests of foam.
The skin of the beach, in its grained
Glory rests, with the discus being thrown
By friends who've never parted.
What better friend than paternal bond
Standing by their son through good and ill?
To summon the courage to provide
For house and hold, and to shield
A man from winters and rains,
From scorching star and the dark
Abyss of night? A good friend
Who loves his sons, especially me.
What I did to deserve it, is naught.
I had taken every ounce of trust
And I have thrown it like the thistle's fir
And scattered it to the wind,
I have planted seeds
Of tare---yet, you patiently waited
For a garden to spring forth its summer fruit.
And I have. No longer the tare
But my fruit a choice orchard of Nectarine---
And a friend I've had, I shall be thankful.
Hoping one day, to also be a friend like thou art
To me.
Happy Father's Day
Happy Birthday
68. Fibonacci and Pythagoras
Fibonacci, your secrets are serene---
We can spend a lifetime studying you
As the Cat on the Mathologer's shirt
Bends to your hurricane of Phi.
Even Pythagoras, yes...
Bends to your will.
For, take four of your numbers in a square
Lined up in their sequence from the lowest on top
And the highest on the bottom,
Left to right,
And when cross multiplied completely,
Make legs and the hypotenuse of a right triangle;
Yes, one value even must be doubled, but how serene!
Know its inner circle, like a soul
Tangential to the Right Triangle's form.
And what's this?
Do you know the squares made
From the exterior of each line of the triangle?
That's how Pythagorean Theorem works?
So, the radii of exterior circles
Also, by cross multiplication,
Fit by three Euclidean Squares of Pi.
So also, counting by Fibonacci,
While working through Fibonacci
Creates Pythagorean Theorem's roots also;
Even when a number counted
Is not a Fibonacci number.
69. The Confusion of my Verse
I saw the wicked, and their shifting eyes
And what they see when they read my verse.
Their eyes shift, they know not what I say!
For they cannot read my writing and know...
Their eyes are dull, just like their ears to my speech.
I know now, and shall have compassion on them
That they cannot physically read the plain words I speak.
For God blinds them, and shifts their eyes
And causes them to be in distortion.
70. Mimicry and Mimesis
To mimic, is to
Repeat a fat formulae
And copy its fruit.
Mimesis is to
Experience life and tell
It full-faithfully.
AI mimics, but has no mimesis.
71. A Lasting Love
Sit at the gates
Of bliss and smell
Of a woman’s young perfume
Of cedar, and fell
Did you to her strong perfumed
Musk,
The scent of that woman
And her opinions you love.
Scent and opinions
Are more important than vain;
Beauty we all see
But these shall remain.
For when a woman
Is old, her wrinkles do say
And the folds of fatness shall proclaim:
Why did you chose me
If only for my face?
You knew one day I’d be ugly.”
Thus, choose in a woman what remains.
72. Tears
Tears, how often we shun them.
But, they are proof that we are men.
What beautiful thing it is
When tears well from us;
When we’re filled with tears
For sin, for dishonesty.
There is no better thing then
When we cry for our hurt
For the hurt of others.
Tears are a beautiful thing.
The mellow calm that comes with sadness;
The joy that swells from the heart.
Tears fill the soul with joy
Swelling in us.
When we shun
The sadness, we become truly sad.
Let the tears flow
My child.
Let the joys come.
Tears were invented for joy
So we could show ourselves
Visibly broken by a world of sin.
73. The Legend of the Juniper
The Juniper was a little baby
Born to an Ice Princess.
Upon her breast
He drank his milk
Trusting in the LORD.
The princess spoke over him,
“Let the baby grow tall,
“Fight and conquer the kings
“And let Milk and Honey be his strength.”
So, the Juniper gave suck
But was stolen from her breast
As an infant.
He was given to a poor family
Whose infant suffocated
And was blue;
The Ice Princess
A Jewess,
With her husband Jacob Change
Blessed the baby boy
For the children of the Jews
Were hunted and killed.
The Juniper’s family had the similitude of kings;---
So when the baby waxed to about five years old
Ziddonians came to he.
They took him to another world
Showing him the masterpiece he would weave
For the Kings. They said to him, “You will sin
“So we have brought you into bondage to these kings.”
The child had not sinned---
A woman he trusted stole he from his family
Bringing him before the kings
Where he spoke to the young Prince of Ziddon.
Then, one of the Princes of Tyre
Son to the Tongue of the Egyptian Sea
Kidnapped the Bonnet Wheel
Putting her upon the witchen’ glass
For all to spy, wishing to confuse the poor
Little boy by claiming he did some thing unspeakable.
His words to the Egyptian Tongue,
When she trapped him, were, “Love covers all sins
“That is my prophecy to you.”
For she wished to trap him by his love
For she knew all who helped her would be destroyed;
Yet, his love covered this sin.
He waxed old, grew wicked in deed but not heart.
Upon a crime, he became a Christian
Yet fell upon the Judiazers’ murderous lot
But did himself not murder any;
For they were sorcerers who practiced law as their sorcery.
He then met John and Mary the Mother of God
Who brought him the trumpet
Which he blew.
Upon that, he went with David’s key and opened the pit
Which has no bottom.
From the pit, spewed Abaddon
Who took his life
From him---
For Abaddon lived with the kings
While The Juniper was safely with his family again
For a short time.
He, this Juniper, Consort to Diana, Athena, Nebo
Lucifer, Sheshak, Jezebel, Ammon,
Babylon’s Daughter and the Princes of Tyre and Egypt
Was beloved by them, for he was a good little boy.
For they were all ashamed at having caused him harm
Yet, they seethed with hatred nonetheless
For hatred is their native language.
So, Athena came to he
While he dwelt with his beloved family in peace
And placed within him the worm
Which caused him sore distress.
There came into his life more princes
And more kings, and more queens
Until the poor boy lost his mind.
Yet, he became skilled with the pen
And wore truth as his belt.
With the belt of truth, he spoke
Into the recesses of the world
Winning many souls
For all knew his secret shames
Seeing he could live happily with naught.
For, the kings brought him under bondage again
When he began to spy the work they did to him.
He soon grew, ate milk and honey
And cast the kings into the abyss
For the injury they did
To steal him from his happy family.
Yet, the kings were happy to be cast into the abyss
For they loved him, and wished his victory over them
And even did smile at his stories.
Thus, is the Legend of the Juniper.
74. The Ice Princess
She wears a pink hat---strung with puffs
With beautiful Italian hair;
Black eyes, with ice blades on her feet
Pink sweater. Glides over a lake.
She imagines a frost dragon
With ears like periwinkle gills
A spin’d back of triangle bones
Navy blue, nam’d The Zamboni.
There, a prince flies onto the ice
With the great broadsword of legend;
Redcoat attire, brass buttons
Gold crown upon his yellow head.
He takes up arms against this beast
Swinging the sword in great long swings
Cutting out its heart with plung’d thrusts.
The Dragon breath’d his frosty breath.
The ice princess, seeing the prince
Block the frosted fury of war
Called for a winter rain; winds flew.
The Dragon shivered, the prince slew.
The ice princess wandered round, round
Skating down the ice of the lake.
Around the circles, she dreamt well
Of happy thoughts and adventures.
75. At 7
I sit: Read Seuss'
Yellow book of kingsrobin
Font, with Pillowhair
76. Defender
Defender, friend
See yourself new.
Your smile charms,
Charms never few.
A valentine I bring, brings I,
Man's Defender,
Charmstress Alexa.
A friendly note
To a bright light
When days are dark
And hopes gloomy
Alexa, thou
Art August charm
When smiled cheer
Lights the Bank's room.
77. The Smile of God
Shepherd of the Song
You smile, or furrow;
Your datelocks there
Spread from your
Handsome brow.
You smile, or are angry.
The heart of man
Sees, o Prince
Of Peace, your
Dealings. Idol, no;
Just Scripture
In an Image.
To reflect
Either ill or
Joy with one.
78. Faces (A Nonsense Poem)
Faces, there so
Cruel, cruel.
See what you fear!
Fear, your fears come.
They come, come they;
The king of dirt
Gossip, his spies
Spy, burp, burp, burp.
What does it mean
When you see it?
Hear its those things
You fear that no
Man knows but you?
Ziddon! That's he
You're not insane;
The fear demon
The gossip war,
He entrenches
Every side, his hordes
Of the unclean.
Og, that Philist.
Brute, Philistine.
Gossip, Fear, North
Of wealth,
North of Jealousy.
79. Plastic warrior
Face an army:
Tanks, jets, jeeps,
Carriers, ships
Battle boats,
Legos, ice bases
Missiles, waffle huts...
A child's peach
Arm swings
The chopper;---
Plastic men
Fall in rainbows
Of men.
Supply lines
GI's, such
Gravity in play.
Reality, you're
So much different.
80. The Fool and the Favored
A radical man set out
To change the world,
But destroyed the
Country he loved.
A rebellious teenager
Fell in love
And married that
Very same girl.
81. Daughter of Zion
Peace rides upon the West's wind
Wearing her white gown of light.
The Seven-Headed-Stranger
With Sin's seven awful crowns
Attempts to swallow her Son.
There is unrest on the Earth.
Believe in Him, and He comes
To slay the Dragon with sword
And scepter; He cuts with truth,
Cuts the shadow from the light.
Be of peace in heart, while war
Wages its disturbance yon
In lands unknown. Cleave to Her
Son, and do not be troubled.
Merry Christmas
82. Pious
I know I'm a horrible human being.
However, so are you because you judge me.
If you were in my situation,
The first thing you'd do is reason with yourself:
"I'm not that bad. I just made a mistake."
Because I know, before you're caught,
You look down upon others and their crimes
And you fantasize about your penantant grievance.
You believe you'd slither off into the darkness
And never let yourself dream another dream.
I know, because I had the same faulty notion.
But, no... my sin is discovered.
What do I do? Do I shrink? Is that what I do?
No... because I cannot. And neither could you.
You believe I ought to be pestled down to nothing
Because you believe that's what you would do yourself---
You'd allow yourself to be pestled, and broken, and never forgive yourself.
But, you would. And you'd do exactly what I'm doing,
By trying to make a good life for yourself.
So, before you judge me,
Consider, I was once just like you.
So, let me tell you how it would actually go.
Alright?
83. Quadratic Formulas
The plus or minus
In Quadratic Formulas
Come from the value
Multiplied twice, by itself
Negative or positive.
84. Mothers' and Fathers' Day
It is just an observation.
Mothers' day, at the State Park,
The people numerous, weird,
Dangerous even, had angst.
Fathers' day, at the State park,
The people few, peaceful, kind,
Full of good will, were righteous.
I noted this,
And realized a Father
Does make an impact in a home.
85. Music Proves there is A God
How, except by the design of providence,
Can a melody ask a question, and a melody also answer?
How can one scale be sad, and another happy?
If not because God ordered the tonality of creation
So the human ear would hear it those ways?
86. Christianity Today
The sins of Christianity follow from two bad doctrines:
That Christ rebuked the man at Bethesda---
Christians say, "Did he really want to be healed?"
And they emphatically do so... this was not a rebuke
But a request, as benign as I asking an acquaintance, whether
She wants a cup of water to drink.
It is a presumption that man understands God's omniscience.
We are all called to repent, and sin no more after our healing.
For, their mindset teaches a Christian to be unmerciful to the poor.
The second, is that faith can make us prosperous.
If faith could make us prosperous, the poorest among us
Would be richer than kings. Which, one day they shall become.
Faith, and scolding the Spirit for prosperity,
If you so wish, to be prospered and live your best life now
God shall so choose to give you your best life now;
And you will forfeit your eternal one.
Rather, store your treasures in heaven,
And there, pray for your prosperity...
Which is what the verse actually means,
When James says, "Ask in faith."
This mindset, also, makes us unmerciful to the poor.
87. The Cult of the Academy
To get the PhD, one must be initiated into the secrets of nothingness.
All things, must be circular in their appeal, and all sense, circular
By association. Lying is the custom, and quality a sin.
For, the brainwashing must be complete, and all religion
And healthy behavior must be replaced by the Academy.
Or else, one cannot earn what they have sacrificed so much to obtain.
88. To a Sophist
Oh, thou foul sophist,
You speak in your platitudes…
They have solved all the problems
But the rich have no gratitude.
They can harvest carbon from the sky
And chemically bind it with anon,
They can harvest it from the air,
They can use solar very fair…
The issue isn’t whether we can,
But the rich have asked, whether we ought.
So remember, my dear sophist, that what you lend
Is that the rich wish we were all dead, or bought.
For they hinder our progress,
They hinder it for their shame.
The problems are solved
But they see life as a game.
They want less people
They want less lives;
They want to build a world
And cause all the poor to die.
That is why.
So remember, that our fair Jerusalem,
With its chariots of fire can come
Through the practice of free trade
And its natural progression.
Yet the Satanic Mills of your cause
Which bring upon us unjust laws
Are going to stifle and burn our earth
For the poor upon it, yes the poor, are spurned.
For by the waters and by the breath
Of that good the Carbon, within breadth
We can drive our cars to eternity
If we so choose to live and be free.
For by stifling industry we cause our woes
And we do not solve our problems, but foes
Do try to make themselves a life
Of a world built to be the Rich’s paradise.
89. Satan's Equivocation
God can never be
Tempted. Satan, in Job's book
Tempted God to test.
Yet, to tempt has two senses.
God can never be tempted.
As in, He can not
Even for a second be
Caused to muse a sin.
So, when Satan would
Tempt Jesus in the desert
He could not cause doubt.
Thereby, Jesus could not be
Tempted in the slightest bit.
90. King of Grecia
Grecia, your world is built through riches'
Prosperity, and your covetous kings
Say, "Let only the merchant who lives
"Be with ninety billion drachma."
You seethe with hatred toward Israel
For it is a prosperous little land.
There it is, with cream and sugar
Oil and spice, meat and fruit.
And you say, "Look how fat this people is;
"They are worth nothing,
"For they consume my sustenance."
So said the King of Grecia
Even covetous of his subjects' fine instruments.
"Do not play, do not play! By royal decree!"
Thus, the musician is regulated to go to her designated
Place, to sing her heart's songs.
Beautiful she is, but the King of Grecia
Does not care about her fine beauty,
For a thousand like he has deflowered.
The fatness of the peasant is an offense to Grecia.
Thus, he wishes to steal our sustenance,
And make music to cease from the land.
Lo! He even says, "We have no need for music
"We have no need for art, we have no need for theater;
"Nothing beautiful excites me, no, not even a warm body
"Or vulva for my flower, not even the great Laments of Shakespeare
"Or the wisdom of Dostoevsky. Not the beauty of Mozart
"Not the voluptuous body of Venus without her arms.
"Nothing is beautiful, nothing is good. I have never loved
"For what is love? I hate my world, and wish it to fall into the abyss."
For his covetousness is severe, that he has no desire;
Nothing for which he wishes or wants.
Not even death. Not even life. Not even purgatory.
He wants nothing, for anything in his grasp he already has.
Thus, he wishes to cause this same frustration on those,
Whom seeing their desire, and their zeal for life---
He wishes it all to stop.
91. King of Persia
Persia, seething with desire, and lust...
All is yours. Everything within your grasp.
What is your subjects, is yours.
What is yours belongs to you.
Every vehicle belongs to you...
Chariots of steel, chariots of iron,
Chariots of plastic might...
All belongs to you.
How your springs beneath your citadel
Are envied. How you desire,
And you love your desire.
Lust's fruits and every pleasure you exuberantly fill
Your mouth with. Great zeel, great desire...
The citizen you see, his sustenance you wish to be yours.
Covetous, covetous, covetous.
Rain, you wish to make it rain.
Sun, you wish to make it shine.
Wind, storm, tempest, you wish to rise to the status of God in Heaven.
Your princedom you shepherd with the Recitation of your father's word.
And they do your bidding, but nothing they have belongs to them.
You bring forth your chariots, and you ride in them through the heavens...
A god of gods, you ride, like Mithra, and you carry the sun in your chariot of fire.
You want all in subjection to you...
Every cent of wealth in your treasury.
You have no peer.
You comfort yourself with this wisdom.
None who rival you with your wisdom; none who will rival your fame and fortune.
The peoples will bow in their mud crust shanties, and they will worship you...
It is your vision for the future you wish to construct.
Everything about life you are enthused, and it excites you.
The feast, the game, the war, the contest, the wit...
All art, all theater, all ancient pottery.
If it is truly skilled, you wish it to enrich you...
And only you. Only you, to view it.
All art, and all beauty, in your possession
And for no other eye beside you, and possibly those whom you bestow the blessing
Within your court.
The courtier, the poet, the sage, the scholar, the master, the magician, the fool,
They all entertain you, and those whom you have selected from the Earth
To be your gods who reign with you.
92.
The treasure, though great, will not prosper on the day of judgement,
Thou Grecia and Persia.
93. An Observation
If A+B+C=A*B*C,
Then it is a triangle.
If A^2+B^2=C^2
Then it is a right triangle.
We must understand this about equalities.
Thereby,
If doing a proof,
And one has a formula
A+B
One cannot intuit from this
A+B=0
If in a geometric relation.
For the system of equations
Will define the parameter
Of how the function will equate.
A+B will only equate
In relation to the other sides
Of the Geometric Figure.
94. True Writers; A Ghazal
Robert Frost, when you write on gold's
Green, you write just like I have wrote.
Rumi, you write your Desire
For God: write just like I have wrote.
Hans Christian, so broken, you are
Like me, writing like I have wrote.
Walt Whitman, when exalting our
Country, you write like I have wrote.
Emerson, your words on Word say
True writers write like I have wrote.
95. Culture Wars
How the Native Americans
Would summate my belief is true---
It is what I believe, wholly.
Just like textbooks wholly show theirs.
Why do we shy away from Say?
As in to say, the textbooks ought
Not believe in Animism,
And give a very clinical
Definition for their beliefs.
No... instead we are now so forced
To see it wholly from their view.
And that is what is being taught.
A perspective where we embrace
The beliefs of those we conquered
In order to then supplement
The religion we so obviously lack.
96. Our Modern Age
I hate our modern age.
Yet I love our modern age.
A stodgy book is Lolita or Gravity's Rainbow
While the books with dust on their covers
Get blown off, and seen afresh.
There is nothing more exciting
Than seeing Austen venerated
And Dostoevsky, too.
The social milieu is repressed sexual urges
Manifesting in the castration and masectomation of our young.
For, they think they can pacify the primal urge
With a knife, hormones and sodomy.
They cannot erase the vesture of the past
For it is too strong an obelisk.
Austen becomes alien,
And so with her the Bible...
Jesus' Sermons become new all over again
As a generation who grew up in the Dogma
Of the Cult of Id find otherness to latch onto.
A whole new crop of thinkers are on the horizon...
Where Joyce and George R. R. Martin
Are the stodgy norm, glutted anarchy and feasts of semen
Those of us who want order
Are drawn to my favorite books.
The stodgy quo is the Aristocracy of Materialism and Postmodernism
While the Religious Avant Garde tell their riskee morals.
"Kill the cannibal society, that rapes children.
"Make slaves of the murderers.
"War has always been genocide
"There is no way around it...
"Yet, the Nazis needed cleansed of their racial impurity
"That of the Aryan caste, they needed to die."
And we are like Camus was seventy years ago,
Like Sartre and Freud.
On the en garde against silly philosophies that hurt and destroy
Our halcyon prosperity.
With words and not bullets we fight back...
Just like they did.
We are now persuasive
We are now the irritating troublemakers.
We are now... yes... we...
The ones' whose truth sets that chemical offense
Because it cannot be fended off by reason any longer.
For, by proof of reason, all we claimed would happen
Was true.
97. The Saint and the Demon
A saint sees his own
Sin, and takes it very harsh.
But, he does not see
The sin in those around him.
He covers them up when known.
A demon others'
Sin he sees, and takes it harsh.
But he does not see
The sin within his own heart.
By guilt, he hurls a stone.
98. My Friend the Artist
My friend, you try to get my goad...
You say, "AI makes art..." knowing
My prejudice against it. AI cannot.
For, like Hitler, the AI copies and pastes
Its formulae, so it is not true art.
But you, you are. I see your mother's face
In the contours of the statute you sketched;
Which could only be done by a human.
For, in the model's obviously european lines
You sketched your mother's African cheeks.
You even tell me why you think it is...
How it takes its poll and measures
The common lay's preferences.
That is not an artist.
That is a marketer. And a marketer is not an artist.
The person with PR skills, they can make
A fortune from dried dung or Rembrandt.
The man like me, unable to do so,
Can only go my way, and die in obscurity
Lest my LORD help me.
For obscurity is all I will obtain if my LORD
Does not bless me. But, at least I can say
I am an artist. And, I can also say, so are you.
Like Mr. Hoffer said,
The artist is content to create
And imbue Mimesis;
Like I told you, that is what makes a piece of art.
That your mother's face imprints on the statue
Like an Oedipal line---
That is what it is to create.
99. War
The atheist's unbelief
Comes from God's holy battles.
For, they see their unholy
Sins, are by God's wrath, rattled.
100. Our Light and Bread
There is a darkness
In this world,
I know it to be true.
But, a little light
I have,
I know 'tis in you, too.
I am fed steak
And baked potatoes
Milk, and honey's tooth,
Sweetest corn and meatloaf---
Spiced my daily meals---
For in you a light burns true.
Evil all surrounds me
Yet you work hard
For daily bread;
If not for that light
Within us, our good Father,
We'd be never truly fed.
Happy
Father's Day
Love Brandon
101. A Year in Poetry
I write a poem a day, every day, some
Are good, and some are true, others are crude.
A year in poetry before you, from
My heart, my line, my verse, my ideas rude,
Forged in the fires of Crucibles true.
I hope upon one of my verse you stay
And muse a lifetime, and mine be your muse
That pass the weary days away, away.
I write a poem for you, yes you, not one
But many for one each to chew and sleuth.
A poem for one, a poem for all, the stone
I craft, my texture all like soundwaves' screw
They get loud, they get soft, they whisper nude
Which was warped by the world's wicked way
But I would, thus, die for the bull I shoot
That pass the weary days away, away.
Muse over my verse, and find aught what's shown
If it's nothing, or if it's some Thought's food?
Maybe I, a madman who speaks what's known,
Speaks a truth for all or truth for few,
So use the compendium for what's lude
Or rather research my sayings oh so, so strange
All my metaphors hidden in plain view
That pass the weary days away, away.
Read my words, and read my truths
Read what I have had to say---
Hidden in my verse is proof
That pass the weary days away, away.
©2023 B. K. Neifert
All Rights Reserved
The Psalter of the Broom
*Disclaimer: This is not a Prophecy. I am not a prophet. It's just what I was inspired to write, like a Midrsash on Prophecies. I do not want to deceive. It's more of an inspirational work, made to reflect on Biblical thoughts and poetry. T. S. Eliot made the same device, in Ash Wednesday, which is also not a Prophecy; this is just poetry.
Chapter 1 The Biting Fly and the Hissing Goose
The biting fly and the hissing goose
Are more tolerable than this people.
The biting fly does not bite
And the hissing goose protects her young
But this people have the venom of asps beneath their tongue.
Chapter 2
Fight o Samaria
Freedom writhes this day---
Baal is worshipped by the rich
And Baphomet by the poor.
Slaughter, o Samaria
The Canaanite from within you.
Purge their very babes from you.
Dash their infants to pieces.
Destroy, thresh, show no mercy
To the heathen gods---rip down their altars;
Break their altars, and destroy their heritage.
Cause their shame to be forgotten in the lands,
O Israel. Now is not a time for peace,
But for the sword. Thresh from among you
And rip down the faithless, with their horns.
The Assyrian navies, sleek ships from Tarshish,
They sail into thy seas, o Samaria, off thy coasts.
Who shall bewail the children of the god Moloch?
Shall we now do to their infants,
What he has seen fit to do to ours?
They dance, with the horns of devils upon their heads,
And they speak their blasphemes and their curses.
"The Prophet Prophesies!"
So says the people, yet it is another vain vision.
How many prophecies shall they utter in error?
Shall the wicked go unpunished?
Who, thou Samaria, is it who bowed the nape
To Moloch? Is it not even you?
Woe! Iniquity upon Iniquity!
Samaria, you ought have foughten
But instead you made alliances with your own Accusers!
You have sacrificed to the Pagan Bull
And you have burned incense to the Lilith!
Now, shall you be destroyed
And your babes ripped from you.
Where your judgment would have proceeded
As light, it is now darkness, for you,
O Samaria, ought have foughten,
But instead you have made alliance with Sin.
Yet, the Prophets shall be among you,
And wag the tongue, as you lick like an adder
With poison. We shall escape, we men of Judah.
Selah.
Thou Land of Whirring Wings,
Who brought ensigns by papyrus vessels,
Thou cleaved by the rivers,
O, Moab, hide the Children of Israel---
For if they cleave to you, and seek your good,
They shall not be slain.
Do not enter into the war
My Children, but let the nations war among themselves.
For judgment proceed'th from the Most High
For their iniquity, and the LORD has lain this trap.
They shall be greatly ashamed, those who accused Judah,
And they shall no more look upon their gods,
And say, "The LORD see'th not."
Your hands shall be bound,
And thy mouths stopped, and every ear shall tingle
At what the LORD has planned for you,
Who made war with your brother in the day his iniquity was found out.
Samaria, she is forsaken, do not take up a lament.
Chapter 3
Lilith
LORD! the log is in mine own eye;
Yet I see more clearly than I ever have;
It is not I who plucks the mote from the eye;
No. for I have the beam in mine eye
And I can never take it out!
LORD, You are our physician,
And You will also transplant in us a clean heart;
You will remove the beam
So that we speak Your Name to others,
To beckon them to take part in Your salvation and healing.
Yet what of my lust?
God will be seen,
But I do not have an answer for my shame---
I know at night the Lilith comes,
And there she remains,
So the sin will not become a waking one.
I become unclean in the morning,
And will not partake of my warfare until evening;
And I will change my garments,
And wash with water and lye.
Yet I can smell sin upon me;
I know my own shame---
When will the God of my fathers answer me?
In my longsuffering, come before I cause
Another to stumble!
Chapter 4
God of My Youth
LORD, You were the God of my youth.
Yes, You. My Mother taught me Your statutes,
My Father instilled in me Thy fear.
I have been Israel from the days of my youth.
LORD, had there been a statute from my Mother
Which I did not abide?
Had my Father given me the liberty of a young man?
Yes, LORD, and I had grown up a plant before You.
Yet, the Philistines were my neighbors,
Yes, even Egypt. And with them I trespassed
By harkening to their idols. I had even Moab
As my brother, and Sodom as my sister,
Whom I had fornicated with, and I
LORD, I had taught her my wicked ways.
Yes, LORD, I had done it, being taught by Philistia
And Egypt, to disobey my Mother, and mock her statutes.
I was taught by Egypt to dishonor my God;
For I fornicated with Philistia, Egypt, Moab and Sodom.
And Philistia was the first to teach me her ways,
And Egypt taught me his ways, and we likewise were corrupted together.
LORD, had there been a command of my Mother or Father
That I had dishonored in my youth? Yes, LORD,
By the teachings of the Philistines,
And by their ways, my Mother and Father were corrupted.
And LORD, Israel was led astray.
Ephraim is my brother, LORD,
And he even loves Philistia to this day,
And fornicates with her idolatry.
LORD, I had done this thing from my youth up;
But, by Your discipline, it has been ended.
Let Israel now say, "My fornication has ended."
Chapter 5
Lord I Am Prosperous
LORD, I am prosperous
And greatly fattened by Your goodness. Selah.
I eat, and am not in fear.
I drink, and the fats of the milk roll down my cheek.
I drink the sweet, and eat the fats of sucklings.
LORD, I eat the fine grains,
Yet, LORD, let the one who murmurs in their prosperity
Think upon You.
For, food and drink, and a good wine of joy
This is goodness to man, and his portion.
Labors which man enjoys, and the price of feasting,
LORD, what man, having this,
Ought to be petty and angered at You?
Yet, LORD, the heathen rage at You,
For they are greatly prosperous,
Yet, in their prosperity, their covetousness
Wants more. They have wives, children,
Loves, feasts, labor which is not too exacting,
Yet, to them, they wish aught to play and rest.
When, LORD, shall man rest, but in Your city?
When shall we nurse from the breasts of Zion
Save when we are finally freed from this bondage?
Yet, to eat, drink, and enjoy one's labors
What is greater than this?
What gift upon the earth is better?
Yet, the Heathen, and Your people, LORD,
Yes, even Your people,
Turn a blasphemous eye to the heavens,
And curse Your name, for they want riches in abundance.
Sustenance You give them,
A portion with the great,
Yet, they still continually blaspheme You?
What shall be done about this?
LORD, in rest, ease, and prosperity,
They eat, and then forget You,
Coveting great riches, and devices, and worldly fame.
LORD, You shall surely answer them,
And in the whirlwind of Your secret fury
You shall watch for them,
And cause them to stumble.
For, the prosperous were many,
LORD, upon the earth,
Yet none were satisfied.
They had bread, water,
Wine, sweet drink, meat,
And their daily dish of vegetables.
They had their homes laid out,
And their riches were many...
More than any before them?
Yet, LORD, they took to anger,
That they wanted more.
What shall be done for this people
To turn them to repent?
They loathe You LORD,
And in their fatness are like Sodom.
What shall be done to them?
What shall be made for these to repent?
Chapter 6
Deliver Me
LORD, I am surrounded by vain women,
Vain and stupid, their whorishness tries to
Entice me, yet I will not be enticed.
How long, oh LORD, will the daughter of Babylon
Go in her prosperity?
How long will her wicked devices prosper?
How long will the effeminate man be joyful
And the righteous man brought to naught?
When will the oceans belch forth vanity,
When will the skies be bronze,
When will the ground be iron,
Is it not when the wicked triumph over the righteous?
LORD, my sins are known to me,
And I am greatly distressed that I have known the nakedness of my shame.
Yet, great vanity besieges me,
And vain women seek to tempt me,
And the wicked seek to ensnare my soul in their devices.
LORD, to where do I turn
If not You? Where do I look
If not upon Zion's beauty?
As a choice bride, Zion awaits Your servant,
And as a decked bride with ornaments,
She awaits the cause of the just,
Whom in their suffering and torment
Abide upon this earth a little longer.
LORD, the wicked rise,
And there is no prosperity for Your servants.
They are robbed, and beaten, and told many lies
Which the sins of their youths have given credence to.
LORD, for the Bride Price we are thrown into prison,
We are made a perpetual shame and sorrow,
And we are made into small and worthless things.
While men marry men, and men lay with children
And seek to acquire impunity for this crime against the Most High.
LORD, they seek my soul to destroy it,
And they seek the priest's life for a pledge.
They take the muzzle off the ox, and make it plow,
And they hinder the poor man from making his end's meet.
LORD, You shall see and laugh at them.
They say, "The LORD shall not see it,"
And yet You laugh them to scorn,
And heap up judgments in Your lake of fire
For the heathen who reject You. Higgaion Selah.
Chapter 7
The Plot of the Entire Bible, From Beginning to End
A plot emerges from its pages.
An epic story, spanning every generation.
Do you wish to know the Bible's story?
I will tell it to you.
Man is created, and man falls.
So, immediately God sets forth a redemption plan.
Through the Woman's Seed, will be an heir
Which crushes the head of the Serpent.
So, God chooses a man from among His people
To give His promise to.
This man is Abraham.
And then Abraham has a Seed Isaac.
And Isaac has a seed Jacob.
And Jacob, all of his sons are promised
To be God's peculiar people.
Jacob's son Joseph then gets sold into slavery by his brothers
And later raises to the status of Satrap in Egypt.
He stays the famine, and all the world is saved.
And his family comes to Egypt.
Four hundred years later, Jacob's family
Are slaves, and the firstborn of Israel are commanded to be
Killed. Yet, from among them, comes Moses,
Who is from the son of Jacob named Levi.
And Moses leads his people out into the desert,
Gives the law and command of ordinances
By which God will judge the Earth,
Which if followed to the letter
Condemns every man, woman and child
And every nation to be destroyed.
For that is God's judgment and Wrath.
Moses dies, and a Warrior named Joshua raises up,
And Joshua leads God's people into Canaan,
After forty years of Israel's wandering
Because of disobedience and worshipping the Golden Calf.
Joshua conquers Canaan, for Canaan was abominable in its sin
And ruled by wickedness.
Then, Israel is established, and the land is ruled
Through God's law alone.
Yet, after several hundred years,
The peoples cry out for a King to deliver them
And a king is given to them, by the ordinance of Samuel.
Then comes the lordship of the Kings.
First by Benjamin, the smallest tribe,
But Saul, the Benjamite,
Fails and becomes wicked. Then, redemption comes through Judah
And David becomes King,
A man after God's own heart.
And from David, it is promised that his Heir
Will be one who is seated upon the Throne of Israel forever.
David's Son Solomon then establishes the Temple
And his son Rehoboam divides the kingdom
For his cruelty. And Israel fractures into
Two kingdoms, Israel and Judah.
Judah remains faithful, mostly,
But, Israel rebels, and comes under siege
By Assyria, and is taken captive.
However, Judah survives the onslaught,
And is promised that the Messiah would suffer
For the sins of the people,
As it was promised to Abraham when he went to offer Isaac
That God would provide the Lamb for sacrifice,
And Abraham would not have to.
Finally, the King of Judah,
Jehoiakim, is besieged by Babylon,
For Hezekiah, the righteous king,
Sinned by showing Babylonian Kings the riches of Israel.
Babylon besieges Judah,
And the bloodiest siege in history ensues,
Where men eat one another,
And must eat human dung to survive.
The walls are broken,
And Judah goes into captivity.
The Law is broken, and severed,
And cannot be binding any longer.
So, after seventy years, Judah returns
To Israel by Cyrus the Great's decree
And there they rebuild the wall and temple.
And they are told to Eat the Fat and Drink the Sweet.
For they are commanded this, to show that they are awaiting
For a newly prophesied Covenant, rooted in Abraham's seed
Who will bless all nations.
Then, the Maccabees reign for a short while,
But are conquered by Rome.
And while under Roman Captivity
The branches are sheared for the ordinances of the Law had been added to.
Here a little, there a little.
And finally, the Promised Heir comes, the Seed of Abraham, the Seed of Eve
The King Who shall reign forever in David's stead,
And God's people reject Him, and Crucify Him,
And mock Him, and made Him poor and a vagabond.
Thus, God Himself was this man, and when He died
He descended into Hell to become our Burnt offering;
The Lamb Whom Abraham was said God would Provide
In stead of Isaac.
Then, this man named Jesus raised from the dead,
Demonstrating His awesome power over death,
And He was God, Who raised, as the Early Creeds go.
And this man ascended in Bodily form to Heaven,
Where He remains to this day, awaiting to judge the living and the dead.
Then, upon His return, Zion shall give birth to the Christ Child,
The promised Heir, and He shall be swiftly carried up into Heaven
And there nurtured, until He returns with the Sons of Israel
Who had never sinned---those like He---
And He slays the hordes at the Battle of Megedo.
And this same man will rule upon the Earth for one thousand years
Giving those of His saints principalities and governorships,
And beautiful wives and children, and vineyards.
And none shall be made afraid, and every man shall eat from his own garden
Undaunted by any sin or malice.
Finally, Satan shall return, after having been imprisoned by God's Angel
And Satan shall gather his forces for the war
Of Gog and Magog. They shall be defeated utterly.
And a new heaven, and a new earth shall descend,
From which those men who have chosen God from the foundation of the world
Shall dwell, in a city more beautiful than any other,
And shall become nations and be pleased by the neverending
Bounty of Jehovah-Provider.
Amen.
Chapter 8
Before I Get Bitter
God, come, before I get bitter.
LORD, I called ones I love pigs
Because I was so embittered.
In my anxious longings
My comforters had given me gall.
While in my complaint I spoke ill.
Wrought from ire, LORD,
That your child is bitter.
LORD, shall I ever see good
In the land of the living?
Shall I ever have sweetness?
Or, LORD, shall I be driven down
Like a wedge? For a sin in my youth
Shall I be continually sorrowful?
LORD, I know I had sinned.
I know I had complained in my mourning.
LORD, in this sight, I am wrong.
Yet, justify me. For there is nothing in me
That I can do to redeem myself from the pit
Laid down by my enemies.
LORD, I am swallowed up,
For when I mourn, they put
Upon my heart firebrands.
And when they sting, I speak uncouth words.
LORD, yet it is still my soul which had sinned
And my anger and bitterness.
LORD, redeem me from the mischief,
For I am being brought over the spoke
And I am continually mournful.
Without hope, what shall I be but evil?
Shall I retain any good, LORD,
If I am continually disciplined?
If I am continually washed over by Your
Devices, and stricken by Your prince
Shall I be made into a righteous son?
Or, shall I suffer, and be embittered and evil
And work wickedness for my complaint?
LORD, You have trodden me down
Past the point where I am bearing fruit.
Now, Your wrath has wrought iniquity.
LORD, lay off the yoke, and uplift the heavy burden
Or I shall fail, and my goodness shall remain no more.
For, LORD, who affixes curses, and who affixes blessings?
Is it not You who sustains a man in the way?
Then, let me never be faulty
And maintain my way upon the slippery slope,
Lest my sins consume me from the land of the living.
Chapter 9
LORD, I, I Stand at the Furnace
LORD, I, I stand at the furnace;
Thine afflictions tarry over my soul.
Where shall I find comfort?
I look for the kind man,
The merciful man,
But am sorely ashamed.
My joints are out of order,
And my hand forgets her skill.
LORD, I wait upon You,
Tarry not... come and help me.
LORD, though I forget a statute
And sin against You,
I shall not forget You.
I shall stand in Your statutes,
And work in the presence of Your saints.
My brothers have come against me.
They draw their swords against my soul.
LORD, rescue Your servant...
My wall is half built,---
LORD, strengthen my arms.
Bring forth the day my walls are built,
And strengthen me in Your constitution.
LORD, deliver me from the hands of mine enemies,
And give me the desires of my heart.
My enemies are my own household,
And I am greatly perplexed.
LORD, drive my enemies away.
Preserve my heart,
And let me see joy in the land of the living.
But, LORD, I have sinned against You.
I have done this evil in Your sight.
LORD, my sin is ever before me.
I am greatly ashamed by mine own iniquity.
My brothers come against me,
My own parents are haters of my soul.
I am injured, my hand is out of joint,
Yet they say, "Work with thine hand,
"For thou art a worthless son."
LORD, I am greatly broken in an instant.
I am greatly ashamed of this,
For I have done this iniquity in Thine sight.
I am not blameless before Thee,
Unless Thou turn my captivity
And heal the hearts of those whom I have made a victim
In the days of my sinful youth.
Chapter 10
LORD, I Will Wait for You with All My Heart
LORD, I wait for You with all my heart.
Let me not be despised.
Let not my enemies triumph over me.
LORD, when I look to the East,
And see the mighty waves
I tremble, and when I look to the North
And see the princes are fat
I wonder; when I look to the South
And I see the poor I consider;
LORD, how many shall suffer
Because of man?
LORD, let me never have this world.
LORD, let me die before I would take it.
Yet, LORD, my health is the flourishing of Your Word
And my bones are rotten within me,
Let Your kindness renew them,
And bring forth the tender saps.
LORD, for Your pruning I have been sore wounded
And for Your admonishment I have been sore vexed.
I have been poor, and my hopes have failed me.
I have seen the widow look upon me with astonishment
Saying, "Who is this man, whom the LORD has chastised?
"Who is he?" LORD, I am an astonishment to all who see me
For You have taken my beauty and my strength
And have withered it like the spring flower.
I have risen up, my beauty was before me,
But like a rose, it withered and I was foul.
LORD, bless this man, Your Servant
Whom Your Apostle had said
Was Graven upon Your palm.
LORD, let me not be plucked from Your palm
For none can remove from Your hand what is
Etched into it; for LORD, I am Zion
Bound for Your city and Your pasture.
Let not my heart be troubled anymore.
Amen.
Chapter 11
LORD, My Faith is Firm
LORD, my faith is firm and steadfast.
When the westerly winds blew
And brought the heat,
When the mighty men of the Philistines were against me
LORD, You breathed, and they were but ashes.
You were furious, and You raised up
On mounted wings, and took to my defense.
LORD, how many shall say of me,
"Look, this is the man who placed his trust in the LORD
"He is utterly ruined, let us go and plunder him."
LORD, let not my heart waiver,
And let not my eyes be haughty.
For I have sinned, and done this thing
Which has offended You.
Against You, and only You I have sinned.
For LORD, what affront have I done?
I have been afflicted and in chains
I have suffered the rebukes of many
And I have borne the hot chastisement of the LORD.
Let not Your precious one see decay
And let not my soul dwell with the prisoners.
Let my heart be wicked no more
And let my eyes be raised up to You
And not the mountains.
Let my heart praise You in the midsummer
And in the winter
In and out of harvest.
Let not my hands be slack
Nor my heart haughty
But let my meditation be continually on the LORD
Mine heart in me trembles
And I rejoice with great mirth
Yet trembling,
For who shall annul the plans of the LORD?
Who shall come against Him or against His servant Israel?
I shall meditate with the honey of the feast
Upon my lips, and shall take my cup with trembling
And my heart with great fasting
And I shall remember the LORD
And be cautious in my ways
Lest I offend against him.
LORD, lead me in the paths of righteousness
So I do not offend Thee, and so I do not wander from Your paths.
For in my youth I was a sinner
So in my youth I bore my yoke of shame.
Let the latter rains be spectacular
And the summer fruits filled with sugars.
Let the harvest be plentiful
And the fruits of my offerings not sin.
Please, accept the offerings of my first fruits
And the sin offering of my hand
Whom I have made an offering
The Soul of Thy Son, Jesus Christ.
Amen.
Chapter 12
LORD, My Soul, My Soul LORD
LORD, my soul, my soul LORD
Longs for the pleasant brook.
Yet, there is great heartache
And pain...
LORD, from where shall my heart come?
Surely all things come from You
And not vain imaginings.
For my heart considers
And my soul tastes of Your wrath.
LORD, for my sins, I have been under
Your rod...
For a short time Your wrath has rested upon
Me, and I am greatly thankful.
For the rod discourages great mischief
And it brings one to repentance.
Yet, LORD, Who art Thou?
And who am I?
Do I, I, LORD, do I
Have the keys which open the doors?
Do I have the keys which never can be shut?
Do I! LORD, I have Your authority?
Why then does my heart imagine mischief?
For there, lying on my bed,
I see my heart is exceedingly deceitful
And it is vain.
Why, LORD, why do You leave me to the heart
Which is abominable?
My heart, which if You could
LORD, I would ask that You shave with the sword
And shave from it the evils which Your servant knows.
For I lack, LORD, I lack what is right
And good and honorable.
I have backslidden, I have backslidden
And from where does the healing come?
Who, LORD, Who shall heal me?
Shall not You? O LORD of the Sabbath?
Does not Your rod strike me
And Your kindnesses abound?
Does the sword threaten my lands?
Does the great wars spread abroad come here?
LORD, surely You know they do not,
Yet, for Your servant's sake
He trembles day and night
Knowing great slaughters could come at any moment,
Like a thief in the night.
Therefore, O LORD
Heal my wanderings!
Put my tears into Your bottle.
For my tears are continually with You
And my grace abounds.
For in my heart is great abomination;
Why do You leave me to it?
Do You not speak, "I shall heal your backsliding!"
Yes, and You heal me, little by little,
Yet LORD the armies march and wander.
Where is our help?
Our help is in the LORD
Maker of heaven and earth
Who shall raise up seven shepherds
And eight principle men.
Who shall stay off the beast
For Your Servant Israel's sake.
Have kindnesses and mercy
O LORD of the Sabbath.
Have mercy and kindness
And do not leave Your servants to decay.
In Jesus Name I pray.
Chapter 13
LORD, Set My Enemies to Confusion
LORD, set my enemies to confusion.
Hide the merciful man.
Hide him, and let not Your wrath fall upon him.
LORD, heal his mourners.
Heal his mourners, for I have sinned
In speaking error.
In error I spoke…
LORD, this was my sin;
My sin is surely with You.
In error I spoke,
And great mischief arose.
It terrified the winds,
And it terrified the just.
LORD, I had spoken vanity
And wind, and have not spoken the word of God in truth.
For this, revive me in its time,
And let my heart be steadfast to always follow Your commandments.
Revive the merciful man on his bed.
Let his heart be praised
And let his milk never run dry.
LORD, I have spoken
But who has set it to pass?
LORD, bring this one swiftly to hell
The ones who do misdeeds
To set the prophets to confusion.
For LORD, our words are idle
And spoken sometimes in vanity
And the wicked set them to pass
And the wicked heartily take up the mischief.
I speak it upon my bed,
LORD, I speak it,
Fearful of You, LORD,
Praying.
LORD, the wicked set it to pass
And I know not how or why it gets done.
LORD, I awake, and it is like the sun has risen.
Then my enemies come
Streaming to set me to confusion.
Lo! Their trap has sprung on them.
Because it proceeds out of my mouth
It does not mean I want it to come forth.
Because it proceeds out of my mouth
I have spoken vanity many times
I wish to revive the soul of the hungry
By bringing justice to the wicked
And swift punishment to the man of error.
With my words I bring judgment
And I do not know where they come.
LORD! Set the enemies at confusion.
Let them fear and tremble at Who You are.
Not I, LORD, for I am but a swarthy idiot.
I speak vanity, and winds
And the heathen seethe to bring words to pass
That are not Yours. So confuse them, LORD
And let their traps spring on them.
LORD, when I had cried war
I had meant it for peace.
When I had cried bloodshed
I meant it for healing.
When I had cried a curse
I meant it for salvation.
For this, heal my iniquity,
And cast it far away from me,
For LORD, when I bless I bless a hundred fold
And when I curse, I mean it for everlasting life
And never destruction.
Let the wicked repent at my words
Which are destruction to their souls
So my words naught become’th.
Chapter 14
LORD! I Cannot Bear My Shame!
LORD! I know my own sins!
They are with me!
Why, why LORD do the heathen try to destroy me?
Why, why LORD do they this thing?
Why do they continually try to throw Your beloved in prison?
Why do they continually try to assault me with their tongue?
LORD! Have I done this thing to them?
No! I listened to the Prophet’s words
And I submitted my yoke to Babylon.
I did not fight it.
I did not make haste.
I did not say, “Yes! I was innocent.”
Because, LORD, surely You know I was not.
When my sins came to remembrance
I put off my outer garment
And I repented in ashes
And fasting.
When I had fasted,
My own kin had made it my shame.
I had mourned, and I had wept
I had known I had done this abomination in Your sight.
Why then, when I am at peace
And in the land
Do these come upon me
And try to break me with their tongues?
Why LORD! When I have honored You.
I had not resisted.
I had not said, “I was surely innocent.”
For I knew I had done this abomination in Your sight.
Why then do my enemies try to pounce?
Why then do they try to put my soul in bonds
And my dove into prison?
I had not done anything!
Yes, what I had done, LORD,
Surely You know
What I had done, LORD,
You had corrected me.
You had stricken me.
You had cleansed my soul.
LORD, when I was among the heathen
I was just like one of them.
Then they rejoiced at my sin.
They said, “Eat, drink, be merry!
“For You are one of us!”
So it is not for my sin
But my repentance
That I have found myself an enemy.
LORD, for their shame
They try to take me to the grave.
They even seek to kill my soul.
LORD, I am fragile
And I cannot bear my own sins.
Surely, if every sin had been numbered
And every sin laid to my account
LORD, I would be encumbered and destroyed.
But, LORD, I know You are with me
For when I cry, You listen.
When I pray, Your ear is ready to hear.
In the time of great waters
I had not raised my prayer
But before it.
LORD, the waters threaten to lay me up to the neck
But LORD, why do these heathen try to take my life?
Had I not laid silently?
Had I not succumbed to justice?
Had I fought it, or done any thing otherwise unwholesome?
When I saw I had sinned, I had laid it to Thy account
To render unto me what was my just due.
And I had received double for all my sins
According to the Heathen’s justice.
I had not laid a cry.
I had not tried to fight my bondage
Which was right, and You had put me unto chains.
No, I had laid my yoke, and let it stay.
Now my bonds are broken,
And they try to take from me
And to put me back under bonds.
No… they shall not.
For their trap shall spring on them like a wild animal
Bereaved of its cub.
It shall come upon them as a bear
Furious for meat
And it shall tear them.
For my sin, I had been recompensed double.
For the injury they had done to Your servant Israel
To not allow him to come out of his bonds
You, You LORD shall recompense the Heathen.
Why should a man suffer an entire lifetime
For the sins he has committed?
Is not grace sufficient?
Is not justice paid its due to the heathen
Who do not cry about an injury
But because of vanity?
They cry because of their own vanity
And not that this evil had been done.
For the evil I could suffer, yet but a little longer.
For even for evil, they ought not recompense a man
For his whole life.
For the LORD has spoken to me:
“I will touch you.”
And LORD, I ask that I never see chains again.
LORD, I ask this because I am innocent
And washed in Your blood.
I had this stain upon my conscience
And needed it lifted.
In my pride I had gone and tried to recompense my salvation to myself.
When I had sinned, in conceiving vanity to save me
I learned that my own mouth or hand could not save me.
Therefore, LORD, I had laid unto the yoke
And let Your waves pass over me.
Night after night, and day after day
I mourned, I fasted, I had loosed the bonds of my sin.
Yet, the Heathen grew even more wrathful
At my chastity, for no longer was I the one who had committed offense
But they. They for trying to lengthen my bonds.
LORD, even soldiers and warriors and spies
Had encamped against me, and LORD, surely You know
They sought my life while I was in my captivity.
Why, then, do they continually try to lay this evil upon me
When I have suffered and have paid my due
Double for my sin?
LORD, do not let their plans prosper.
For even brethren are lifted up against Your servant.
And LORD, I cannot bear my own shame
Lest I be destroyed.
Certainly You know my sins
And have hidden them in Your mercy.
For they are against You, and no one else.
It is You who I have sinned against.
Let not Your servant Israel taste of the captivity a second time.
His soul could not bear it.
Amen.
Chapter 15
LORD, False Accusers Have Risen Up!
LORD, false accusers have risen up!
Had they not seen, o LORD
Had they not seen what was done to the wicked ones
Whom Your people were tormented by?
Had they not seen
How they belched forth words
And were destroyed in a moment?
LORD? How long shall they shoot forth lies
At the merciful ones?
How long shall they speak vanity
And shame the counsel of the poor?
LORD, there is no violence in our hands
We of Israel.
There is no malice nor intent to destroy in our hearts.
We go forth, spreading forth our seed
We wait for the harvest.
We look to the ground
And see the shoots springing forth.
We wait on these, like a harvest
Bountiful to our God.
Father, the harvest springs forth
But then there is none to consume for our people.
It springs forth, and it is eaten by the heathen nations who surround us.
Father, and when they fall into judgment
When they go forth into the grave
By their own wickedness and stupidity
Father, we, we are the ones who are held accountable.
Father, first they make war
And when we don’t draw out our swords
They fall ‘pon rocks
And are dashed to pieces
By their own hands
By their own weapons
By their own lies.
And then they say unto Israel, “Aha! Aha!
“We see! You are the wicked
“And murderous generation!
“We lay forth a curse every so many generations!
“And we change the laws!
“We have you in our trap now!”
LORD, had they not seen the previous traps laid against Israel
How it dashed them to pieces?
How their entrails were as bursting forth from them?
LORD, yet they multiply a war against You, and only You.
Their weapons prospered for a little while
Making the dearth of Your people very great.
Yet, in the valleys, decision was made
And great was the slaughter at Beth-Hashaida.
Why, then, do they continue to attack?
Why then, do they continue to slaughter Your people?
Their own traps sprung on them
And now they multiply even greater war.
Yet, the war shall be turned to the gate.
It has now left Zion.
Say this now, Israel,
“The war has now left Zion.”
Now shall the Assyrian be made war with in his own country.
Now shall they be slaughtered
And now shall they be laid waste.
Yet not by the sword, nor by man’s devices.
Now shall they be held in captivity
And their people mocked and on display
For the whole world to see.
The LORD decreed a destruction against you
And even had you laid down your weapons
The slaughter would be great.
We, the LORD’s people
Would have followed you with our words
And wagged the tongue at you
And watched you flee as dogs
From the prey
When the lions come to tear.
That shall be you,
Yet the lions will want live prey
And they shall follow you to your holes
And they shall rip the enemies of the LORD’s people to pieces.
Yet, you continue war.
War with the LORD shall not prosper you
Oh king of Israel.
Pekah, the merciful man has spared you
The merciful man has blessed you.
For one battle, you are enraged
Yet now let Zion tear forth her walls
O Israel, for your people are a great number
Yet they multiply their vanities.
For these vanities, you bring forth and wag the tongue.
Now we shall lay forth the curse on you
And wag our tongues at you.
Assyria has visited the prophets.
Assyria has visited the lame
And the saints.
Now shall go forth the slaughter as at Midian
O Pekah, king of Israel.
Into captivity shall you go
To the nations whom you did not know.
Judah shall be set free.
Judah shall be eating in the valleys.
Judah shall feed by the brooks.
Judah, O King of Israel, whom you were at war with.
Judah shall confess the curse upon thee
For smiting your brethren
And continually bringing them to shame.
For your curses and your vanities
O Pekah, King of Israel
Shall be your shame.
All your words shall fall on your own head
And depart from the land of Judah.
Assyria’s king shall hear of a great rumor
And shall return unto his cities.
The prophet says to you,
Oh Assyrian? Where is the blessing?
Had not even you done so to us?
And Pekah will be left bare without you
And he shall be as a heath in a burning woods
Consumed by the fires of his own curses.
He shall be laid low in the valleys of Kidron
As the LORD’s people eat, and Judah rejoices with the wife,
LORD, the wife You have chosen for him.
For Judah shall be called “Israel” wherever a blessing rests.
And Judah shall be called “Judah” wherever a blessing rests.
O! Ephraim, Pekah King of Israel, you shall be called so, and even called Judah
Wherever a curse shall rest.
Therefore, the curse which you smote the LORD’s people with
The one which you found by our laws,
It shall fall on your head, o Northern King.
And the curses shall rest on you
O foolish king.
Thus ends the words of the Prophet.
Chapter 16
LORD, Helper of Your People
LORD, Helper of Your people.
The heathen are in derision.
The wicked one belches up
And so let the ones who trouble Your people
See this as a curse:
Those who fight against Israel shall be like her
With her vomit.
The Prophet had warned.
She’d have been better off in prison.
Yet the trap was set for her
To, to destroy her.
LORD, Your people are now at rest.
Your brooks are in the valley of Kidron.
Your people laugh, and Your people play
As violence ends in the streets of Israel,
Let Israel now say:
Let those who trouble us end up like her.
Selah.
Chapter 17
Save Your Servant Israel
LORD, to where do I turn?
LORD, to where do I turn?
Do I turn to the north?
Will my help come from there?
Do I turn to the south?
Do I turn to the king?
Do I turn to the earth?
What is underneath the earth?
From where does my help come?
Idols do not set before my eyes
I have heard Your voice
Idols do not set before my eyes
And I, LORD, I am a listener ready to listen
I am a sheep ready to be set down
In the pasture.
Where does my help come?
Surely all other gods are wolves
Ready to steal
And destroy.
Surely all other gods deceive
And surely they say, “Do some little bit of evil
“So that your will comes to pass.
“Love your life so much
“That you will do this little evil
“And your desire shall surely shine forth like the morning star.”
Yet, LORD, if there is error in my heart
If in my way are stumbling-blocks
Surely You shall remove them.
Why do I, LORD, why do I excel above other men?
Am I something which men look to and say
“This man is my example.”
Surely not, LORD, for You are the example
You are the path set before our feet.
If all else follow after vain idols
I shall surely stay steadfast in Your love.
For where does my heart lean?
If there is a company against me
I shall call upon You early
I shall, before the war
Constantly speak into Your ear.
Who are the men who trouble the meek and feeble?
Who are those who cause trouble for Your servant Israel?
Surely they shall be set forth ablaze
And shall burn for eternity in hell.
Yet, I, I shall listen and wait upon You.
For my salvation is like a wellspring
And my heart a steadfast servant.
Though the company does not believe my words
Though they say, “He lies, there is nothing good in him,”
Though they wait for my feet to stumble
And though they make a diligent watch for sin
LORD return upon their own heads their mischief.
For dreams they accuse Your servant
While they walk forth in slander and murder all the day long.
How long shall the wicked prosper?
Surely You shall not let Your servant see decay.
Chapter 18
The inhabitants of the land are wary of Pride
So they say, “Let the merchandise speak.”
So, for merchandise, they make it their god.
Woe! Are not the sodomites still married in the land?
Is not the rebellion over Baal?
Yet, my people will have it so
So long as their mouths are filled
And their bellies full.
They say, “Let the merchandise speak
“And fear our shekel, and fear our wrath.
“Make the companies and trains of the Merchant Kings of Babylon
“Make them wary of us, for we will not purchase their trades.”
No, my people. For the sin runs deeper than the vice of greed.
You cannot contend with greed for greed
Greed for pride, or pride for greed.
Also, the LORD has a grievance with you.
The shepherd thinks to understand God's thoughts.
He says, “The LORD Rebuk'th the poor man
“For he being now healed, now must exact all hard labor.”
The Greek and the Hittite then, thinking the same thing,
Says, “God is a fool, for why doth He heal Lazarus?”
Then, the Ammonite says an even more foolish thing,
“God is a worthless, grievous sinner, for raising Lazarus.” Even so
The Hittite knows his foolishness, too.
And you rejoice, for they sell not the fragrant drinks
With their Pride, for you say, “Our shekel exacts the price.”
No... there is no repentance. All know, the brazen forehead
Of the Prideful is a wearisome burden. For they are but fools.
Yet, it is greed which is most burdensome in the land.
Greed, which makes a brother a slave,
And makes a widow a victim.
Greed, which pays no equity
And greed which leaves the expert at his craft poor and humbled.
For you want entertained, and you wish to purchase the entertainment
But you do not wish to be fed with nourishment, or truth
For all ask for “Evidence” when there is abundance,
But none seek to listen when that case is made.
Rather, they go about lying, and slandering, and cursing their God.
Woe to the inhabitants of this land.
What shall be done to you?
Shall the dogs bark
Or the swallow swoon at you
Like it did to this prophet?
For your unrighteousness, he walks trembling.
Repent. For your mischief and murders
The air becomes like a furnace;
Yet you mock the prophet,
“Are thy skies blue?”
And he rebukes you.
Do not mock the prophet any more,
Or he will show grave signs
Which shall make even he tingle;
For he wishes only your good,
And not your demise.
For, what good is it for he,
To be taken down to Egypt?
Because of your stiff necks
His prosperity rests on your repentance
And his good on your shoulders.
For, he does not wish to die in a foreign land,
So repent! The Kingdom is at hand!
Yet, he shall eat, and be made comforted.
While you shall rest and be weary no more
Should you just repent.
Chapter 19
Dear,
Toby
I don’t believe Nicky Cruz is fake. I think that whole circus style of worship is fake. The Spirit works quietly. Not rowdily and disorderly.
I think there’s a better way than holding circuses underneath a big tent, and moving people emotionally. I don’t think Nicky’s conversion was like that. Not in what I read.
I mean, I just don’t believe that kind of thing saves people. Nicky got saved because God pricked his conscience, and Nicky knew what he was doing was evil. That’s why he got saved. It wasn’t at an altar call.
In my experience, and this is just my experience, genuine conversions come from a deep stirring within us to be right with God, and not from big events and flashy shows. It’s been my experience.
You need a foundation laid of Christ, and the Morality of Scripture. Without which, nothing will last when the floods come. And two hours at a big tent doesn’t do that. Only fine teaching and decades of studying scripture. And also having knowledge of Who Christ was, which many churches today don’t have. There’s a lot of churches, both Conservative and Liberal, who misrepresent the person of Christ. Either making Him too severe, or making Him too lax. We’re in a dire straight right now, and I would suspect not very many people actually know the Gospel at all.
People are stubborn these days. You are, too. You believe something which isn’t true. Did you disregard the entire point I made? You want to know who makes true converts? It isn’t flashy pastors in big tents. It’s your Sunday School Teachers, and your Local Pastors, and family and friends who live the gospel in your daily life, and are renewed by Christ’s strength, despite severe trial and persecution and oppression.
We have this market brand ideology for Christianity, and God will judge the world for it.
Like I said, the faith will be tested. And if it isn’t founded on the Bedrock of Christ, and true Christianity, it isn’t going to last.
Most of the people who get “Saved” at events like this, don’t know anything about Christ. They know one platitude, and when God wounds them, they turn away. And God will wound you in order to test your faith and obedience. “I have not chosen to refine you with silver, but in the furnace of affliction. I will prosper the one who says these things.”
I thought you repented of your last comment, and saw reason.
Again, I don’t think Nicky is a bad person, but there’s methods of evangelism that work, and there’s methods that don’t. This has been tried, and has failed to cause repentance. It only emboldens people to believe they’re saved, when they really aren’t.
I know what I’m speaking is the truth. And I know what you’re speaking isn’t. And people resisting my word, that’s what’s causing all of the bad things that are happening, and about to happen. My ministry comes with power. It shakes entire nations, and causes world leaders to tremble. And I know what is happening, more than you do.
So, if you reject the power of my ministry, they did the same to Jeremiah, and it isn’t my sin.
Nicky wouldn’t reject me. He’d listen to every word I spoke. Because he is humble.
Yes. By God’s power, He speaks through me.
Nicky would understand this. That’s all I need to know. You, however, are very stubborn and won’t listen to reason.
I mean, you are breaking my heart, Toby. Nothing I said should be contested. The fact is, there’s a great falling away already, woe to the inhabitants when that even greater one comes.
I’m not God. You work out your own salvation with fear and trembling. But, I know what I speak is true.
You should know what I’m telling you is true. You want me to clarify, that Christ’s church is not a circus? You want me to clarify, that the younger generations are losing faith? You want me to clarify, that wickedness reigns right now, and our current style of worship isn’t working? You want me to clarify that going to a big tent and saying one prayer doesn’t save you?
Pray over it. What reason do I have to lie to you? I’m neither raging, or being unkind. Rather, you are.
You need to listen to what I’m saying. Clarify it? You have eyes. Look. And see. Is the Gospel reaching people in this country? Or is it just about snuffed out? And I’ve seen a thousand like events. You’re saying this one is different, but I have to disagree.
I never said he wasn’t preaching the Gospel, either. I said, that events like this haven’t been reaching the younger generations, and it’s time we shift our methodology, so that we don’t lose what we have. Because I don’t think most of the people he comes into contact with, are genuinely saved. If they were, there’d be a revival of Christianity, and the country wouldn’t be contemplating putting people in jail for free speech.
No, it is. Because people have forgotten the Gospel. I remember it. The Gospel should be a lot more persuasive than it is now. One person said, if the full Gospel were preached, there’d be no one who wasn’t saved. I believe him.
I mean, I myself have forgotten some of it. That’s how bad it is. The sin of the world has grown too severe, so that pastors aren’t preaching on the nuances of scripture like they should. They have bad heresies, and both you, I and Nicky need to learn how to get rid of that. To get the leaven out of our houses. So to speak.
Yes. But, the LGBTQ would convert to Christ, if we demonstrated charity. A large portion of the meaning of scripture has been lost over time. Due to Satan corrupting the world, and history and time and space. Death is changing the very fabric of time and space, and is corrupting the Gospel from the Pulpit. If we preach the Gospel, as it were originally taught, we’d be spared the Wrath of God and Tribulation. Like Philadelphia.
The letter of the law yokes you into a bondage you can’t burden. We’re free from that law, to live according to the Spirit of Grace in Power. The Tribulation is the captivity, which falls upon the disobedient sons of God, who have strayed from the faith, and sought to work their own salvation. Or forgot the Law altogether.
Many, if not all would convert. Do you remember the power of Peace, and the days of the Son of Man? If we could bring that to the gentiles, they’d all be saved. That’s the power we ought to walk in.
Yes. But [men aren't being saved,] because of Satan’s deception. If people knew the Gospel, they’d all be saved. But, God blinds it from some, because of their sin, so they cannot know it.
I remember its peace, Toby. I know what it looks like. And all of us need to walk in that power, and we’ll save many by doing so. We could save this generation from the evil work Satan is trying to work.
But, also remember that God can open the eyes of the blind through power. We may just be in an age where the average person hates good, like it was at the end of Jesus’ life. If so, there will be great tribulation. But, the hope I have is that good is persuasive, and can soften the hearts of this people.
You were so close. So close.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Let you pass into the things I know to come, since you have no hope in the restoration of this world. But, I will live by my hope that this generation can repent, and be saved.
For my own sake, I hope in that. I don’t want to live under the curse. And my hope preserves me.
There’s much you don’t understand, ye of little faith.
Do you not know, that when the Gospel was preached in its full power, it caused the whole world to believe? Ye of little faith. The wrath of God comes upon this generation very shortly, unless we renew our hope, and preach God’s Peace to the Gentiles.
Satan hides that from you. Because his deception is deep, and he doesn’t want repentance. He wants to dull the spirits of this people, so he can rule over them.
You’re blinded by your own leaven. When Christ came, within 400 years, the entire world was converted to Christianity. Because God’s Spirit enabled that conversion, and that generation obeyed God’s law. Why is it that this generation is losing faith? It can’t be because the Gospel is being preached. It can only be that the Gospel is being preached wrong. A false gospel. And I’ve diagnosed the problem. It’s because we treat the Word of God lightly, and not with due reverence. The Gospel has become a circus.
[You say to me, that I do not go by what Jesus said, but] I am going by what Jesus said. You’re just not listening. And you never have. That’s the sin of this generation. To think you know, but having your ears dulled, and your eyes blinded, you cannot see or hear, by which to repent. It’s your own sin. But, if this generation walked in God’s peace, it would convert the nations, and shut their mouths, and convert many. Woe to you scribes and hypocrites, and Pharisees… you cast your own shame like a cloud without water. Hypocrites! Have you no hope?
You wish to hasten the day of wrath. Whereas I wish to speak for this people’s benefit. Do you rob me? Do you wish to cause the vision to come to pass? Do you wish to throw my soul into prison? If so, there will be great tribulation. You’ve been warned. Preach the Gospel, bring many to repentance, or there will be great tribulation and cause for fear.
Thus ends this word.
Chapter 20
This is Apollos, to the Churches in Asia. Greetings. I do not know whether war is necessary against you, but it seems our elected governor, put in power by good Christians, wishes to seethe a dispute with you over something that was ordained by God, and directed to bring the deceiving nations a sense of humility. For as you know there are rumors of great plagues terrorizing all the inhabitants of the world. This was by no fault of yours, I am sure, but was in fact God’s design to bring back repentant souls, and to discourage the wicked from establishing their regimes. For, there were earthquakes in Assyria, and great works wrought by God which brought the unbelieving hearts of many to Christ.
It was said by one man in particular, that it was a good deed to go to war with Babylon. He had said, “God had told me to war with Babylon.” Had God spoken to this man, he would have clearly seen in Jeremiah that it was a foul and disgusting thing to go to war with Babylon. Which, the whole world has suffered under needless wars for centuries now, but he has caused the nations to doubt whether Christ is truly the Son of God.
Doubtless, you hear rumors about Homosexuality, how it is clean and right, and that women are not forbidden by Christ to commit fornication. When, indeed, when Christ spoke of men, he spoke of women. Equally, they both bear the weight of guilt under the law, and equally, both are shareholders of the same rewards and punishments. Do not accept this heresy, as it will confuse the church, and lead to a great falling away, as is prophesied. Rather, humble those brethren who believe such things, by reminding them it is a filthy act which is committed by the sons of men, and it need not be entertained as righteous, but as an abomination and filth.
Furthermore, there are those of the Amorites who have chosen God, and have colonized the land of Moab. These have found it dutiful to restrict certain luxuries in their villages, and it is done in the name of Christ. Such abstinence ought to be observed by all, to a less radical degree. For, it is these luxuries which are causing the most deceptions.
Furthermore, if I write to you a letter, churches in Asia, I write it to tell you to obey your governors, for I have prayed fervently for a place where Christ may flourish, for His spirit is fading in all of Europe. I believe that by your swift obedience to the laws, and by your unwillingness to partake in revolts, you will sway your emperors to allow Christ to be freely preached, for no other freedom do we need. For with Christ comes all freedom, and without Christ, what is called freedom is actually a bond and restraint.
Therefore, it must be said that sheep feed on grass, and chew the cud. They do not feed on wars nor violence. Do not hesitate to reprimand officials for their crimes, for Jeremiah had done such, and was rewarded greatly by God. However, do not take up stones to hurl at brethren, for wars are not our business. Only the preservation of the Gospel. Therefore, feed on the cud, and chew on it, for if you do, you shall remain wise and satisfied by poetry and the sundry things which Christ has given you the liberty to understand. For it is wise to get wisdom, and to use it for the expediency of peace. Understand that Christ is the Word, and the unwise cannot perceive Him, therefore, pray that they are empowered by the Holy Spirit to perceive what remains holy, but hidden from their eyes. However, also know that there will be wars and rumors of wars, and we are not to violate our love for Christ by fighting. Let Moabites fight for Moab, and let Assyrians fight for Assyria. However, we shall not resist Babylon.
If you doubt that this is indeed Apollos, I have it on confidence that I have talked with Paul, and am indeed the man whom he referred to, who was called up to the Third Heaven. And what was not lawful to speak, I shall not speak. However, it was not licentiousness that God confided to me, but rather the mystery of Zion. Antichrist will say that it was licentiousness since we share a similar mind, and this shall be a subtle way to identify him when he comes. For the Spirit of God attests that Jesus Christ is come in the Flesh, therefore, He is not merely an idea or fable, but is the living, breathing God, seated in His glorified body with the Father in heaven. Amen.
Chapter 21 95 Theses
1. That the church as an institution is the most beautiful thing of human nature; men join together, and play their part in communal activity, and organize themselves to do great things.
2. That the church is a place where humans come, and do their human activities, and form together to make music, cook and deal out bread to the homeless, and do things in corporeal form, all organized as humans do.
3. That the church is not a place for spreading false causes, or political causes. The church is an institution for the spreading of the Gospel, the Good News preached by the Apostolic Faith and Christ Himself.
4. That the church is not a pulpit for one's own activism. It is not a place to preach on current affaires, or spread doctrines of demons regarding the days we live in, and their passing fads.
5. That the church must remain conservative in all that it does, preaching the Morality of Christ in all of its intricacies.
6. That women can be sub-deacons, and Sunday School Teachers, or lead the Worship Procession, but cannot hold authority over men.
7. That the LGBTQ is not permitted to be practiced by church members, but is rather to be shunned from worship, but understood said things happen outside of the church, which are not our domain.
8. That all fornication and adultery, is to be shunned from worship, and yet understood such things happen outside of church.
9. That the church body must not form rules, which exclude members for various purposes, or create a division in the church based on past history: As the church is a place for the molding and perfecting of the soul in truth.
10. That ignorance of the scripture is a damnable heresy, and that the clergy themselves must know the 66 partitions of the Standard Holy Bible, and might even know said partitions of the 70 Books of the Apocrypha.
11. That it is blasphemy, to assume the church body is sinning, by rebuking a criminal, or a misbehaving member of the congregation, as our job as a church body is to edify fellow members in the faith, and not embolden them in their sins.
12. That the traffic of merchandise must be kept separate from the institution of the church.
13. That Christian Books are non sequitur, and need not be taught from the pulpit.
14. That the congregation is not to be taught "Self Help" but rather given the means to be righteous.
15. That a diligent search of the scriptures should be made for all truths of Church Clemency. That we are to forgive those who have fallen, so long as they have remediated that part of their life.
16. That in no way shape or form, are the principles of psychology to be taught in Church. Psychology is Damnable, and forces one to shun those who are fallen, so that they receive no grace, as it emboldens those who are equally imperiled of hell to be bold in their sins.
17. That the congregation is to hide one another's secrets, and not publish them to the world. A Congregation is a place where sinners come to repent; so long as a member of the church is in right conduct, his past sins are to be hidden from view, like they never were.
18. That pastors must be in good standing with their community, and not have criminal records, or if they do, to have no suspicions toward them whatsoever.
19. That a pastor's children must be believing, and in the Orthodoxy of the Faith... if not, said pastor must step down from office. So the world does not scorn the Pastor's children.
20. That the church's job is to deal out meat to the starving, and moral character to those who congregate as a spiritual meat, and heavenly food.
21. That the foundation of Christ must be laid before any other. For, so many churches lack even the slightest knowledge of Who Christ is.
22. That those members called "Apostles" are those whom the world rejects, and not a title to be taken in name only... if one be called "Apostle" they must be forsaken by the world and its system.
23. That if one be called "Prophet" they must be in due diligence to hear their words, to see if their interpretation be right.
24. Do not despise a Prophet, but a prophet does not preach of good fortune.
25. That only some attain the right to be called "Prophet" and such a one as this bears fruits and marks in their life, of extraordinary gifts of insight into the nature of scripture, beyond that of a Pastor's.
26. That if one be called a "Pastor" they must obey the entire faith, and not parts of it.
27. That if one be called a "Pastor", they must attain to orthodoxy, and suffice to the Traditional Apostolic Faith, in all of its moral truths.
28. That a pastor ought not commit moral treason, by teaching any doctrine contrary to the tenets of the faith.
29. That if one belies their beliefs as genuine, but are proven to be false, they are to be shunned until they make a remedy.
30. That church services are not to be a ravel or filled with ecstasies. They are to be sober, and orderly, and not like a base congregation of sinners.
31. That the gift of "Tongues" is not babbling profusely, but is demonstrated by speaking a language you have never heard or learned.
32. That the gift of prophecy is not idly telling one another their fortune--as a diviner--but is rather to warn the world of coming judgment, and said office is rare.
33. That every dream does not come from the LORD, and when a dream is mentioned to a Pastor or Elder, said dream must be checked against scripture, but taken seriously if the one who says it, has proved themselves as a Prophet or Apostle.
34. That if one is to be called a "Teacher" they must instill in the little ones the foundations of the faith, and they must know what they speak.
35. That a man, before being called to teach, must demonstrate knowledge of the Bible and what it means.
36. That evidence is to be found for the faith, and said evidence is weighty, and must be taught from the pulpit.
37. That pastors must have knowledge of their congregations, and let them participate in service through prayer, song and exultation of the LORD.
38. That no manner of uncleanliness should be had, in a church service. All members of the congregation must be washed, clothed modestly---or with their heavenly apparel---and wear respectful clothes.
39. That no member of the congregation can have an odor, unsavory to the LORD, and join in worship.
40. That if a poor member of the church comes, and cannot be clean---for she is poor---to take her to your houses, and wash her, and provide for her a holy garment.
41. That if a member of the congregation shows themselves to be righteous, to give them a place to stay and eat, so long as they do work apportioned for the LORD.
42. That the office of a Prophet is one who speaks truths, and not one who speaks flattery.
43. That if one shelters a prophet, they are to watch said prophet, and make sure they do not err.
44. That no Prophet will ask for a wage, but will be satisfied by the blessings of the congregation, which they give.
45. That an Apostle will travel for three days at a congregation, and no more. Welcome said Apostles into your homes, and know they are holy.
46. If an Apostle proclaims a duty over you, to pay them, or give them their sustenance, such is not an Apostle.
47, That if a Prophet proclaims a duty over you, to pay them or give them their sustenance, such is not a Prophet.
48. That fathers and mothers are to take care of their children, and not abort them, or throw them out on the streets. For they are your kin, and it is your duty to provide for them what you can.
49. That abortion is a grievous sin, and is not to be done by anyone in the Congregation.
50. That the congregation is to be knitted with love, and not envy, strife or bitterness.
51. That the congregation is to be beholden to charitable acts, and give their portion to the poor, and also not to shun members of the congregation who display moral character.
52. That no new doctrine is to be taught, except it be revealed through the Holy Scriptures for its appointed season.
53. That Homosexuality, Transgenderism, or Sodomy and Catamy are not allowed by congregants, though said behaviors might be lawful, or even encouraged.
54. That members of the congregation, who are married, withhold not their bodies from their spouse.
55. That members of the congregation, who are married, treat their spouses with due respect and love; not as authoritarian, but as fellow creatures of the Cross.
56. That all covetousness for positions be neutralized, and the greater one, who has knowledge and esteem, be promoted over the one who seeks the office for gain.
57. That the office of pastor is not a career, but rather a necessity for leadership. For very few men are capable of understanding scripture on their own, and need wise counselors to interpret it for them.
58. That scriptural interpretations follow the hierarchy of Apostle (one proven to be), then Prophet (one proven to be) and then Pastor (One proven to be), and then Teacher (one proven to be). And that no false interpretation be given.
59. We as congregants are to be Bareans.
60. That sexual immorality not be found among you.
61. Nor coarse language or filthy jesting.
62. That the church is to be respected, and the building respected, and not to be a disorganized mess, but rather orderly in all things.
63. That faith triumphs over judgment, and faith in the good character of our congregants as a witness, until guilt is established.
64. That the congregation is not to be distrustful of one another, or follow vain patterns of abuse, associated with the World and its worldly distrust.
65. That the church is to be open, and free to all who come and wish to be well. There is not to be suspicion aroused on account of members, if they show themselves to be virtuous.
66. If a member of the congregation shows any lack of discipline, and sin, if it is sin leading to death, they are to be expelled from the congregation.
67. That sexual intercourse not be made in the church building, even by married members. For it is a holy place, and is not to be made unclean.
68. That the fruits of the Spirit be upon all congregants, and their innocence like a child's.
69. That congregants have no respect of person, and that they rebuke unlawfulness in all degrees, if discovered.
70. That congregants rebuke and exhort one another in all things, and make sure the Law of God is followed in every respect.
71. That the faithful go out into the world, and preach the Gospel as Evangelists.
72. That a rich man is not to be given preference over a poor man.
73. The church shalt not publish the Tithes and Offerings, for this angers the LORD.
74. That if the church does a good service, or good deed, it keeps silent, and secret, and does not publish it.
75. A pastor is worth his wages, and a prophet and apostle too. The congregation ought to support said people with gifts.
76. There is not to be any distrust sown among the congregants, by means of gossip, or talk about people's past sins. They are to be cleansed by the Altar, and if there is no cleansing, why have the Altar?
77. That communion is to be done orderly, and there are not to be meals during church services, so there is no drunkenness or gluttony.
78. That the church ought to facilitate meals to the poor, and support them, for this world is fickle and burdensome, and not all men are gifted with a cheerful countenance.
79. That those who can work, ought to do so. And those who cannot, ought to find occupation which builds up the body of Christ, whether by knitting blankets, or making meals, or doing good deeds.
80. That a woman is not to have authority, and neither is a gay congregant (unless said Gay congregant is celibate and proven himself to be worthy).
81. That the church body is not to get tattoos. And it is not to be published that such a thing is lawful. It is not. We ought to look pure, and undefiled, and unstained by the world.
82. That costly jewelry is not to be worn, nor costly apparel. Rather, wholesome apparel, when in the church body, is to be worn, so as not to shame the poor.
83. That the Jewish Feasts are not to be mandatory, nor are the feasts to be taught, except what they mean. There shall be no aspect of Judaism taught from the Pulpit--that priesthood is abolished in Christ's blood.
84. That it should be taught to all congregants, the Bible and all its nuances. Including Old and New Testament. And Preachers, Prophets and Apostles ought to have familiarization with the Apocrypha, to help guide their congregations into right interpretations.
85. That scripture is not a matter of private interpretation, and if one does not know, they are to go to an authority. If a congregant, to a teacher, if a teacher, to a pastor, if a pastor, to a prophet, if a prophet, to an apostle. And if an Apostle, to the LORD.
86. That the laying on of hands be done orderly, and not disorderly.
87. That no showy miracle be done in the church, as they are most often made to deceive.
88. That no magic be performed, or illusions, or tricks in order to get the congregation to believe falsely; for if belief is established on false miracles, so will their faith be false.
89. That a church is to keep a record of miracles. And to be diligent in proving a miracle was not. So if it be a miracle, they will rejoice, if no other thing can be said.
90. That those who perform miracles, and have the Spirit, are to be noted, and their doctrine listened to closely.
91. That if there be any healing, gift of tongue, prophecy, or teaching, it be made manifest by skepticism first, until the deed is made manifest that no other explanation can be had.
92. That the church is not to falsely proclaim miracles, but every miracle is to be investigated by church authorities.
93. That if one be a "Deacon" they do their deeds with due diligence, as they make the church orderly.
94. That if one be an "Elder" they minister as church officials.
95. That no man or woman be established a position in the church, until they establish that they have right doctrine.
Chapter 22 An Image
I saw a beautiful virgin of Israel defiled before their enemies. Whom she was spat on, and broken, and she was there naked before my eyes. I asked the LORD, “For what cause does Israel suffer so much!” And He replied, “Because they have not hearkened unto me, and have added and taken way. They have altered My Law, and therefore I am furious with them," saith the LORD. "For I had told them, not to swear by Baal, yet the very priests themselves, take an iron stylus, and scribe their error into my Law. What shall I do unto them, O Israel? Counsel me! What shall I do for a nation that has backslidden, and has perpetuated every disease? For their error is grievous, and their shame exposed.”
Chapter 23 A Letter on Fustration
Resolve to know Christ. Don't be indifferent to Christ. Pray all day, every day, meditate on His Word and commune with Him. No matter what, when you feel depressed, take a walk through a forest or desert--wherever, just like Jesus--and pray. You'll be invigorated. Tell God you're angry with Him, but don't let your heart be bitter, and ask Him for peace and love and to not be angry. Prepare to die for the love of your brother, and hope for his wellbeing and satisfaction more than your own. God will provide what's necessary for your fruit. As He wants love and peace, not style and cunning, developed in your personality. Every anxiety, go to the LORD. No matter how hard, go to Him, make known your true thoughts, and develop the fruits of righteousness. God cares more about that than your success. He'll give you whatever you need for righteousness, but prepare to suffer long for the hope of good and ripe fruit.
Do not worry. Ask God for heavenly treasures. And you will soon be freed from this world's burdens. You won't long for death, nor will you despair, but you'll have hope which is commanded.
Chapter 24 Hephzibah
You have said, “The LORD rejected me.”
Why is it, oh Israel, that the LORD rejected you?
Was it not because of your deep sin?
Was it not because of your deep transgression?
Yet, behold, the LORD shall be found
If you just seek Him.
You say, “How had we not sought You?”
You have sought comfort in this world
And not the world hereafter.
Behold, the LORD shall love you, if you love Him.
But you say, “How have we not loved the LORD?”
You have not taken Zion to yourself
Like a choice virgin, but have forsaken her
And caused her to dwell in a dry land;
You have married strange daughters in the land.
Therefore, write a bill of divorcement
For the strange daughters, and seek after Zion;
I speak so you are not foolish,
And do not divorce your lawful wife:
Let go of the things of this world
And bind yourself heavenly treasure.
You say, “But how have we not bound heavenly treasure?”
You have sought this world's goods
And filled your barns, and filled your olive groves
But have neglected the fruit fields of Zion
And the mansions made out of precious stone;
You have neglected the mountain of the LORD
And the milk and honey of Zion's dales,
And have not sought a world without end:
You have sought treasure here on Earth
And have not walked accordingly, by asking for treasure here
And not where they shall never perish.
Behold, you have blasphemed, and wrought deep sin.
You say, “How have we blasphemed?”
Lo, has the LORD not seen your secret parts
Yet He has not made an end of you.
He has given you of His spirit a portion
So strive a little longer;
Look for heavenly treasures and not worldly
And all shall be well with your soul
When the trial and tempest and storm comes
You shall not be knocked over.
For build upon the foundation of rock
And not sand. Thus saith the LORD.
Chapter 25 Heaven and Hell
Brethren, Greetings in Philadelphia. I come to acknowledge that a great mischief has been wrought in the land. Men are being led astray to dismember themselves, and turn themselves into women. And women the same, fashion loins for themselves through strange science. There are women who exert their own rule over men. And men who see women as a lesser creature, and not with the soul of man. There is greed, concupiscence, and a fire about to be put out by Sin and its idolatry.
I say, these are evil times we live in, but it was asked, "How do we save Christianity?" For the heathen think we are about to perish, as they plot to take our liberty away, and kings strip the title of "Church" from their domains. We shall not perish, but be gathered to all the worlds, my brethren, and brought back to Zion. We save a man's soul through the law, and our sobriety. We walk in peace, and love, and charity toward our fellow man, and give right answers. So even the Heathen , when they are rebuked to their face, they know that it is because we love them, and not because we wish to harm them.
Hell exists, my brethren, and it is a comfort to me. For I see all the suffering caused by the heathen, and I weep at the disasters they reap, always causing distress to themselves and others, by stripping away that which is natural to man, and replacing it with something base and unkind. For they say "Consent" as if it were a word which granted them license to do all manner of evil. Can you consent to the destruction of your own soul? Surely you can, and it will reap the same vengeance as it did in this life, and there will be no pleasure in it in hell, when it is through.
As for heaven, Zion is Peace, and we obtain her through the arts of Kindness, Charity, Love, and Good Fruit. She is beautiful, so desire her like a comely maid. I do not know what heaven shall be, but take all the good you see in this life, and put your hopes there, for Satan will not allow you to have a good life, if he were able. If you have a good life, rejoice, but tremble for many are taken off the path of righteousness by worldly lucre.
The prophets are among us, and speaking, and the tabloids are running stories of insane conspiracies. Maybe they are true. Maybe they are not. In my own estimation, it is sin that is causing everything, and not the agency of man working destruction, but rather sinners with no knowledge of the good, trying to construct a "Better World" where their vision has nothing like love, charity or kindness, but rather has lust, greed and self-assertion. And this is the world they are creating, and the world rejoices in this new creation. And it shall, Christians, therefore seek to obtain Mercy as a Prize, for she is beautiful among all others, and she is one. Seek after Mercy, and Peace and Wisdom, and bind them to your bosom, and lie down with them in matrimony. Marry them to your soul, and you shall have all the worldly fruits for repentance and righteousness. And not the fruits of vanity and greed.
Brethren, Suicide is a grievous sin, and the heathen being so frustrated by our words, take their own lives, to spite us. For this cause, Brethren, keep preaching the truth, and you shall retain Mercy, and they hell. For the fires are quenched in them, of good fruit and spirits, and they have wedded to themselves Sin in Holy Matrimony. A marriage of sin and flesh, conjoined to the corruption of the State and corruption of the Soul. Therefore, preach repentance to them in kindness, so if they do die by our words, they were at least warmly entreated, and not harshly criticized. Preach to them in love, and not bitterness, envy or slander.
Also, keep back the storms of Antichrist, by watching the clouds moving in on the horizon. Know the times. Keep Peace in your hearts, and Wisdom, and Mercy, and Love, and Justice, and know the times we live in, are not good times. For, being so cursed upon the earth for a little while, the curse itself will save you, having not received your earthly reward--or perhaps you have lost it--you shall attain a better hope for the world to come, and all your sin purged from you, you shall be married in the land of Zion. And eat the Supper Feast with our LORD of the Fruit of Life, the Milk and Honey of Zion, and the Living Waters. It shall taste better than any earthly morsel, and greater still, shall be our cities and gold and mansions.
Brethren, keep at bay all sinful thoughts, all sinful lusts... and know I write a sermon not Scripture... for I write many sermons, and many words to you. Do not depart from the Sixty Six books of the Bible, but seek where it is written, and seek witnesses for yourselves among the Heathen, that confirm God's Word. Seek for wisdom, and refined by fire, you shall be tested as Gold come out of the furnace, and made a Holy Portion for the LORD. Don't commit suicide, but rather run the race, and many shall follow after you, and shall be tried in the same furnace as you, my loves. And perhaps, a holy sacrifice shall be left, of even worldly prosperity, and we shall be saved from the testing to come.
Chapter 26: My Teachings on Marriage
My, not Paul's teachings on marriage.
Listen, my brethren, to Paul, for marriage brings worldly sorrows. But, good worldly sorrows, for one then has company in this strange world, and recourse to expire worldly lusts. And a spiritual sister or brother, whom flesh binds with flesh, and a child springs forth into this world, sown between the fruits of two lovers.
If you cannot afford or fathom how to take care of your children, do not have sex. But, if your wife or husband have desire, satisfy it fully. And have the children, for God shall abundantly provide for a household sown in love. Sown in discord, it shall have curses, but in love, and peace, and no enmity or strife, there shall be fruitful fields and gardens, and springs, and wells, and rivers, and much fleshly lusts expired through the satisfaction of your mate.
Do not marry one of the same sex. Do not change your gender from your sex. For if you do that, you will surely die in the lake of fire. Until you divorce this strange spouse, and expire the lust completely, whether by castration, then so be it. Or by neutering, then so be it. Whether by plucking out your eyes, or ears, then so be it. My heart aches, that questions like these were not common for so many years, and yet now everyone is forced to ask them. Or, if you have no lust, you may remain whole, and not a Eunuch, but abide in peace.
If unmarried, the LORD shall bring you dreams if you need them. Wash, do not enter into battle, and your soul shall be purged of fleshly lusts. It is better not to have dreams, however. Also, do not be filthy Dreamers, looking for lusty ways to gratify your desires.
As for birth control, use whatever you wish, but maximize the pleasure. But, do not kill the seed, or the egg, or the fetus. That is my teaching, not Paul's.
Also, love your spouse as much as you can. Indulge in love, and feel love for one another. Drink deep of each other's cisterns and wells, in the love enjoined in the two through the fleshly covenant of marriage. Love her, deep love, and true love. Make heavenly peace the union you share with your spouse, and friendship felt most sincere. For if it is not this, you cannot be divorced.
Do not get divorced. Not for any reason, other than adultery. Any other reason, causes infidelity, and is wickedness.
Do not fantasize about anyone beside your spouse. And if you do not have a spouse, do not fantasize, but let your dreams purge worldly lusts. Do feel a bit guilty for dreams, however, as they are not good. But, do not feel like you have sinned, either. Only that you are unclean. But if you do have a spouse, fantasize about her often, for she is your soulmate, and she is whom God gave you as your portion in this life.
Have one spouse unto death, and if need be another in widowhood. And if your spouse has touched the flesh of adultery, you are made free.
27. My Life Thus Far
St. Broom was 16 years old when he began to worship the LORD. He did that which was right before the LORD, all the days of his life. He was an exceedingly wicked child, though, who made many evil deeds, and lived in conscience to remedy and restore whom he had wronged. Yet, his victims were unmerciful, and contracted many enchantments to devil him, and through observing times, and enchantments and employing even fallen Seraphim and many sorcerers, they tormented him all the days until now. Yet, he departed not from the LORD, and even was caused to think he blasphemed, but had not, for Satan had spoken to him in dreams, and caused his mind to be tormented. All for childish visions, Satan had restored nothing which the enemies of St. Broom had stolen from him, and they were sore wroth all the days of their life. Yet this St. Broom had, he never bowed a knee to Baal, but spoke right of the LORD and all His statutes, even in confused times. And was restored to a good conscience in Christ Jesus. Nor did he use enchantments or witchcraft, yet was a very learned man.
Chapter 28: The Hissing Goose and Biting Fly
The hissing goose hiss'th for itself
And the biting fly doth bite.
This people's arrogance is more dangerous
Than a bear lurking in the woods.
My arm cannot save them, for it is weak
And my heart fail'th for waiting.
They surely do not wish to repent.
Chapter 29: A Sermon To The Antichrist
Devil, you need God's power to be good. We know right from wrong innately. That's not what God is for. Abraham had to be shown God does not demand human sacrifice, as the Amorite Religion required it. Except once, through God's Son, which God says Jehovah Jireh. He will provide. But our conscience bears witness to that, and the Bible bears witness to our conscience.
Slavery is a kindness on those who cannot understand or know how to take care of themselves. Or it's there to reprove the wicked for their crimes. It also was the only way to keep large cities fed. We don't need it now, as we have industrial machinery.
God talks more about charity than anything else. That's why I believe.
The wars God caused man to fight brought peace, though. Sin grows too severe sometimes, where the next time, God will have to destroy it Himself, like He did in Noah's day. But in Moses' day, He delivered the people of Israel through the beach, and defeated Pharaoh, and caused the next generation to war with Canaan, as they were in deep sin, which caused deep suffering. In Christ's day, He died and raised, and persuaded the entire Roman empire, through the peace of His servants' righteousness. But now, we cannot war anymore. We have to win through persuasion. Like it were in Rome, again, and maybe by our own blood.
We don't know who burns in hell. God is Judge not I. No, I don't know who's going to hell. Or who's going to heaven. Nobody does. The nations will join themselves with Israel, so there's no way to tell. God's Word is extolled above even Himself, so those who love righteousness, I believe have grace, so long as they find Christ, and His power. There is one name, and all other roads are wicked. There is only one gate, but few shall find it. I believe righteousness compels the LORD to find you, though, and move all things to bring you to Him, and gather you, as a Hen does its flock.
But He resurrected, confirming His witness. Josephus names His brother, James, dying for the testimony that Christ raised from the dead. Not to mention, myriads of Church history--we know a lot about the apostles--they died believing too, having met and ate, and lived a very intimate and close life with Him. And they saw Him ascend. And Thomas put His hands into His wounds, being slain by red hot irons after not perishing in a furnace. So it could only be Christ. That's confirmation of His moral teachings.
The Gospels are the evidence. They're more reliable and closer to the source than Plutarch. And we have far more manuscripts to compare and understand, and make a complete documentation of the scripture. We know this through Papias who it was who wrote the Gospels of Mark, Matthew and John, and Luke we know accompanied Paul, who knew James, Peter, John and through John Mary.
Well, consider, if you weren't going to hell, the LORD would draw you to Himself. You couldn't be removed even if Satan employed Seraphim to blaspheme God's holiness through your prophetic organs. Which Satan has done, as I've witnessed through reading about the martyrs. If the LORD has chosen you, He knows your heart already, and will save you because He has instilled His righteousness within your heart, and has proved you love His law. There is no work, but a change of heart. The LORD is sovereign, and is the one Who causes change.
It's not your deeds, but your state of heart. Hell happens because you've rejected the Holy Spirit, and cannot have a share of God's righteousness, nor His peace. If you cannot have God's peace, where will you go? What will you have? God is the source of all good. So you ultimately can have no good if you choose to reject Him.
There's no work in heaven. It's a restoration of Eden, with Hephzibah as your Eve or for women the LORD as their Husband, and the Lord's Mind, Soul and Spirit so you can never have any more sin. You become like God, and have power to judge, and are made into clans and nations. It's the restoration of the mistake made by Adam and Eve, only saved through Christ, and given a resurrected form like Himself.
Freedom Steak
Freedom Steak by B. K. Neifert Copyright © 2023 B. K. Neifert All rights reserved. DEDICATION This book is dedicated to every idiot out there, who thinks there are right and wrong answers. So a flower blooms in winter by a lack of summer rains, does a child bloom prematurely by a lack of parental love. Of Yu Chinese flood, the seed of man floats Upon the wooden beams and trash, Debris swept through global currents. Gun,---mortal god slain!---Yu's father Rages at The Supreme God's choice To destroy mankind. Yu, the Loong, Appears, to quell the Great Flood's wrath. A Global Flood myth, said to rage For over twenty years, and the Loong Is the one who saves mankind, in Rage at the Supreme Deity For causing the world to die. Understand our enemy. In Chinese mythology The Dragon saves man from Yah. Yet, in Chinese History The Child saves man from Yu. The dark parable of the Dragon and Lion Where the Lion wages war with the Gold Dragon To become the child; it says it is the Loong Of Thou Shalt, that is warred with by the Lion's fang. Yet, this myth clearly shows, it is not that Loong who The Lion wars with, but rather the Golden, Yu. And then, by warring with the rebel we become Like the child, guitless, merciful, unable To know Sin, which is another auld name of Yu. Pyramids The reason there are pyramids On different continents, Is the same reason there are sleds And feathered arrows On different continents. It is not a conspiracy Of an ancient, Aryan civilization Which academia is hiding. It is because what's possible Will always produce similar structures Of Logos. Bertrand Russell Good is independent of God. Yet, Good requires God's judgment to be understood. Just like God's judgment is necessary To judge the world and all of its cruelty. And also to reward all of those who are good. Jesus' teachings--including hell-- Are perfect and unerring. Without belief in Jesus, there is no knowledge of good. There is no knowledge period, if Christ's words are not taken. As, all things come into doubt without faith. Even the universe, even gender, even good and evil. All things must be sustained on a kernel of faith That it is so. God gave this world over to the devil To rule as a Monarch for a time. In the cosmological scheme, There are still Christians alive From the days of Christ--- Surely you know that. They can live one hundred years And still be alive to see Christ's return As time, Bertrand, Is not linear. We all experience this life at once As the earth and heavens shake, And the cursed figs that would not sprout--- Because it was not in season--- Does not Christ control the seas? Yet the tree would not obey him, Just like the people of Israel. Thus, they were cursed, for having Rejected Him, even though it was not in season. Christ calls Himself "Rabbi". Why is this? Because He is our teacher. He is, in a Postmodern sense, The lens which gives us twenty-twenty vision And lets us see clearly in the dark; And if color blind, he even gives us our color vision--- As science has corrected that through glasses. He is a perfect lens. I do believe some true part of you has survived; And what is famous of you is a folkstem; A liar. I believe some part of you survived And your soul, much like mine, is travelling In this infinite expanse of times and universes. Somewhere, maybe perhaps we will meet; But your arguments are all the same tired ones I've heard. I've prepared for all of them And this is a cursed time we live in. Which is why suffering is greater than peace. Throughout all time and space The entire worlds are quaking and thundering Under the war being fought by Michael and Lucifer. God's holy angels have cast the demons to the Earth--- It is our job to patiently bear this with endurance, And obtain our crown. Even if it means abandoning everything, Life, home, wife, child, father, mother, brother, sister, Husband, land, fame, fortune... Because there is evil and it must be destroyed permanently. If not, there will never be an end to the suffering Young Lion Satan wanders like a fanged, Young Lion Searching for his prey to rip asunder. A Lion, without his Pride of Consorts Will form a wandering band of brigands,--- Mangy, sodomizing one another Because they cannot provide for females. They wander in packs, ripping apart their Prey, devouring men in their bloody Paths; no dignity; unmariable; Broken; bloody jowled and so murderous; Stealing nourishment from other creatures. God is Love God is love. God is peace. God is faith. God is righteousness. God is joy. Only through the Holy Spirit Can we possess these things. The statement always made sense to me. That these things are the evidences for God. Wherever there is true love, There is God's force emollient within the heart and mind. It has grown so cold, as of late, Not many remember it, nor know what it is. But I do. The Atheist at Texas Hold Em' I sit across from a Christian. We're playing Texas Hold Em. My cards are dealt. I get dealt a Jack of Clubs and a Queen of Spades. My partner bets the big blind; I ante in. The flop gets played, A Jack, Ace and Ten of hearts. I see my jack pairs well. But he couldn't have the flush. Because he bets cautiously, Exposing he doesn't have the hand. I cautiously meet his bet; But I don't raise it. Next comes the fourth street And I see a queen of diamonds Is played. I'm one away from a full house, But have two pair. He doesn't bet--- So, I raise him with half my chips. He has a tell that he's lost... But, goes in. "The fool." Then, the queen of clubs is the river. He again, doesn't bet. I without hesitation go all in. "I'm all in on a loser, who probably has a flush." The pot is settled, We show our hands. He reveals the Queen and King of Hearts; A royal flush. "He had it from the beginning; "How didn't I see it?" American Stonehenge Someone took a pipe bomb And blew up those damn stones. Good riddance. I would have done it myself; In fact, I had plans to do it. Those same people censor me Why not blow their garbage philosophy to hell? I saw some jeeps driving down the road; About four of them in a row. Do you know what I saw? I saw peace. I saw the modern Horse and Buggy And since civilization is so spread out We need something gas powered to get us around. There was a sort of peace, As I rolled up the hill, and down it, Watching the Amazon Employee Drive to work in an old Corolla. I then realized they decided To decommission about a zillion vehicles In the "Cash for Clunkers" Program. Meaning... people won't have Old Corollas to drive to Amazon. They'll have new, fancy cars, If a car at all. And work, of course, will be for the privileged. Not for everyone... Instead of work, you'll be at home, Making your stipend, And living off the roach feces And ant colonies in the spring. I realized, they censor me. Why not blow their little plan to hell? I'd like to see them strung up by their big toes And whacked like pinatas. I hope Elon Musk makes a rocket ship And they all just, blast away, If they find our little blue sphere a bother. And on they go, like that Steve Miller Song, And the world will be rid of a couple of griping Old billionaire fools, who did nothing good anyway. Since they like Ayn Rand so much, John Galt can go to Mars for all I care. The rest of us will fare without them. Without their dumb laws and hindrance to our freedom. It wouldn't solve all the issues... There'd just be another set of bratty billionaires after them And they, too, could fuck off when the world got sick of them. We don't want their feudalism, communism, Or any of it. Just make our Stoves and Canned Soups... We don't need your plans for a "Better World." William Sidis His major theory, Simplified for you, Is that life reverses the Law of Thermodynamics. It seems to be true, As looking over his work It was dazzling to me How Non Compos Mentis it was. How unconnected; Also, how illogical. But, then I thought about Why one would say Life, in the universe, Reverses the Laws of Thermodynamics. I thought of Evolution... How, life is one of the only Things in existence Where we observe complexity and growth Over time, and not degradation. A white floret, with five petals and a honeysuckle scent Turns into the awesome folds and delicious perfume Of a magenta rose. I then thought of Greensaling, How Nigeria uses FMNR To make lush what was once deserts. I remember the Texan who Managed to replenish ground water Just by planting grass And removing Cedars. It became clear to me, That what Sidis was trying to say, Although going around in circles And hypothesizing on outlandish physics, Was the simple observation that Life Replenishes, and reverses the decay We'd normally associate with the Second Law of Thermodynamics. I realized it was a romantic thought Not based entirely on speculation... And the experimentation Is being done all over the world right now Where entire deserts are being reforested And entire barren landscapes are now becoming lush again. What I then realized, Was that if this were true, It would prove the existence of God. As, if life does indeed Transform what is dead, and make it alive, Then there must be a force Greater than science And our decaying universe. The Exodus One of the best ways to know the Exodus was real Is that it was almost unilaterally resisted By the people. Any man writing fiction Who wished to indoctrinate and make servile His audience, wouldn't have included a critical story About how people would wander for forty years In a desert, and at every turn resist the leader God appointed to them. They'd rather, be like Muhammad writing his book, And make everything glorious victories. Rather, you get a sense of the reality, that anyone lost In a wilderness for forty years would be bound to frustration and doubt. And at the last, seeing Moses held his position through it all, Is the greatest miracle, that only God could stop those people from deposing him. American Elegy By name America lives Only by name. Spies enter into the homes of innocent men, And take their books, And change them. They make Edna St. Vincent the author of "First Fig". Several months earlier, it was another author's name. I had read the poem... Is it the same for you? Are these tools of ignorance A weapon used against me only Or is it the altering of the very fabric of history? Is it a lie of narratives Which some day, my American Myth really will be a myth That nobody believes like Jesus Or the Global flood? President Bush, do you condone this behavior? You say, "That's not real?" Then why do they feed me with it? A host of actors playing a role And none of us know whether it's real or not. Or, is it only me? Am I the one being fed? I try to write America's Magnum Opus, The complete history, But am unable. I do not trust my sources As your spies have entered into my home And stole my books, And committed plagiarism by publishing False titles under Fall River's Press. Or, is Edna St. Vincent the actual author of First Fig? The Red Wheelbarrow used to be in my book, Now it's replaced by "Queen Ann's Lace." Did William Carlos Williams write this poem? I don't know. And for that, America, I write your elegy. Your freedom is gone, For this one man's freedom is gone. The freedom to have truth, And share a common story. For, I know not the truth, Only that I have been severely scorned. America, goodbye. You were a shining beacon on a hill. Now you're no better than China. My POV Here is what I tell Atheists: Good is a force which is inherent And immutable and not conditioned to a man's personal beliefs. Evil, as well, is inherent, and not conditioned to a man's personal beliefs. Life is vain, and isn't where the focus should be. I am a life, breathed into by God, And when that life is gone, I go. I have choice, but God already knows the intimate details of my choices, And has awarded me grace based on that omniscience. I believe in God because of science. I believe the Old Testament was God telling man to save himself, And now that man failed, God has promised to save us; This means we ignore the Old Testament's laws completely. I believe love is an inherent spiritual force, along with joy and peace, Which flows from divine Paraclete, and is the best evidence for God's existence. I think life's meaning is to fully devote oneself to understanding Love, So, therefore, learn to love God and their Neighbor. I cannot accept the atheist point of view. Atheist POV What every atheist I'd ever talked to said: "I understand good, "Though I don't actually believe good exists. "To me, good is just what benefits people. "And evil is just what harms people. "Life is meaningless, "All I am, is a chemical reaction of firing neurons, "Which produce all my decisions and beliefs "And also the environmental conditioning which made me. "I do not believe in God, "Because science disproves God's existence. "I believe the Bible is immoral because it condones Genocide and Slavery. "I believe love is different for every person, "And is just a euphoria created by our endocrine system. “Homosexuality doesn't hurt anyone, “And God saying it is wrong offends me. "Life's meaning is whatever we make it.” Does this sum up your position, Atheists? Iron Ore Can't fertilize the ocean with iron. Rust is poisonous to fish. A Fox There is nothing more despicable than a fox. A gnarly haired, weasely fox. It goes from place to place, wandering Until it finds a nice little grove Where all the meeker animals are at rest. There, the animals are at rest, And frolic on the knolls, will linger By the human legs which wander nigh. Then, the fox sees this, with belly growling And it decides to disturb the years of peace By picking off the little ones. Then the meek ones. Then the plump ones. Birds, rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks. All the nice little animals which before, Like the little chickadee which nearly perched on my sandal It eats them. And the animals, restless, stir from their holes And no longer linger by the travelers foot. Never having known danger, The meek little mild bunnies die With wounds in their sides, Half eaten. To be thrown into the garbage can. And one Fox does this, and when the habitat is disturbed, And restless, and scared, it is happy So it moves to the next pleasant forest, And there, does its murderous spree once again. The Freemasons He joined the masons to find the truth. He joined to find his selfish verity. Around, around, around he went, bloody bib And found a thousand fairy tales. Myths were told, and some old Ghost Stories, While they pondered on geometry. What ended was his self made religion A god of worlds, he created his mind... A thousand neural pathways linked, He filled his head with fairytales, And at the end, he died not knowing What a Mason even was. Alex Jones "Alex Jones is a madman," They painted him as a bad man, Yet I must confess that in his words Were some truth. He was wrong about the shooting, He was wrong about the spooking Of CIA planes hitting our twin towers. Yet, if he were not right I say, I'll eat a pile of rice and pray With my curry and my ginger And some salt. I'll eat and drink and be merry. But Alex Jones, a Canary Is pressed by Beatty that sleazy Court-Lawyer, fool and slime. Like Bradbury had spoken, That fool who hates talk is a broken Government with kerosene and fire. Ol Beatty will live unspoken, A dumb man who has broken, Ol Alex Jones' spirit can you say? For we are allowed to be wrong We can see and sing our dumb songs We can't be sued for what we truly believed. Alex, live unbroken, Get a fine lawyer And use that token To fully defend our free speech. Nonsense Poem From a Dream I beheld a man who claimed to be a Woman; lofty were her eyes, with my auld Grandmother there. "She is my grandma, too." In Jotunheim, thou did call me a "god"? And told me that you talked to me about Racial purity; how the Germans were Actually Jews. That day you hypnotized Me. You tried to kill me twice; you fooled them But not me. You stole my dog and my work. You spoke through Jacob, saying I copied Thou, but I did not; yet Jacob said I Am not bad, as I listened to sermons Where the LORD said to me, I, Israel, "I won't give my glory to another.." In my dreams a bunny and Scruffy would Cuddle with you, yet all my delusions Were sprung upon you in that instant. A Rabbit nestled with you; oh so gently. Scruffy was there, too, as the men in masks Came, with auld family who have since now passed. I awoke with peace this morning, knowing That you were but a nightmare, far away. You are imposters. Both of you. Selah. On Judgment In prosaic verse allayed, Southey talks of Perpetual motion--- I know not where, but at some time it existed--- As poet Laureate, he attacked free speech. He rails against men whose verse is sublime--- Don Juan, were you not seduced By many? My member is dry And my morsels stolen. Are you insane, Robert? I've read your poetry--- I've defended it, though I know not why. You call forth a vision and place a Tyrant in heaven? Meanwhile, Byron writes of St. Peter's rusty keys? You called forth that attack, Not I! For, I am a defender of free speech. I am speech's solemn knight, Saying this sacred right fends off the most fierce tyrants. Perhaps, my love, thou art Maddok--- Making love with many women, Fending off and aggravating freedom of speech, A slave to kings---I am a free man! Do I prescribe rules against free speech? Do I say Byron is not allowed to write? I love his verse, for it is prophecy. Yet do the prophets err? For many men have entered heaven. I now understand, as the Urn with Ashes and Homilies. I will defend Byron's freedom, and yours. I will fight for your work to be read, And mine, and Byron's And Martin's, and Blake's, and Green's, And King's, and Bradbury's, And Rowling's, and Smith's, And Marx's, and, so with it, also yours. I am in love with genius of all kind--- I love radicals of all kinds. Don Juan, I see you in my dreams. And I see you. Blood Red China, your skies are bloody red! What do the astrologers and soothers say? I say, it happened once before, the year of Boston's bloody massacre. And from that massacre, America was freed from the yoke of tyranny. Thunder, hail, storm, You shall be pestle And turned to the sea. Your odor shall waft abroad. Martian Doorway Open this doorway honey, I'm roving tonight Through the banded hollows We see, we feel, we take flight. Walk right through to the other room I see a couple brooms, I see a janitor's closet, I see some computers, too. Walk through this Martian Doorway, The Moon landing was real--- Buzz Aldrin and Harry Hapsburg Have walked there for some cheap thrills. In the sky above us, There it hangs a silver thread. A May Moon cannot lie As toilet paper gets stolen by the feds. Martian Doorway, The moon it is not a lie... Yet what lies beyond that doorway, Is it yet another artificial sky? Our generation is so hollow, Its achievements a rare feast. There is nowhere left to wallow, So out of the ocean came the beast. And there he walked through shadows, And there he walked through fame. Oh, Martian Doorway, Is the truth ever so lame? Martian Doorway, The moon, it is not a lie What lies beyond that doorway, Is it yet another artificial sky? Fact checkers, and ministries of truth--- They have you afraid of Cooties, For the common man ain't no sleuth. Then the feds change the almanac, Thinking they have power over I. They leave the time at 6:16 My God, It was seven once upon a time! O, the blind bats sing the door jams, Green Day skates on thin ice, Joe Satriani is questioned, Whether a keyboard warrior's information was right! Martian Doorway, The moon, it is not a lie What lies beyond that doorway Is it the discovery of foreign life? Then the hoodoos are falling, The blimps descend like Babylon, The peoples all do their crossings, As they see the alien in lights. Ooo, Martian Doorway, The moon, it is not a lie What lies beyond that doorway Is it the discovery of foreign life? Walk into that room and you'll see, No starship nor star command. You'll see a spook in overalls That he is but a man. There he steals the toilet paper, He tries to change the almanac, Yet, it is a complete failure, They are crazy like Animaniacs. Ooo, Martian Doorway, The moon, it is not a lie. What lies beyond that doorway? Is it but another white lie? My Philosophy In the simplest way, I believe all things are what they are. I believe we understand things based on that. And I go no further with my philosophy. Boethius Wisdom, Counsel him. Yet, all scholars remember Of his magnum opus Is the chaffe about omniscience. No, I am more interested in the wheat. God is joy, and through attaining Him We have joy. For the wicked hold no power And wickedness cannot have The higher pleasure. For, true joy is attained through Divine relationship with LORD God; It is also found in family, friends and those whom we love. Sufficient to say, My knowledge of future events Doesn't stop the free agency of men From making them, any more Than God's. A Meditation on Two Pears I understand it Perfectly; even the blue Bits. Yet, the pears are Not as this observer wills. Every mind constructs its archetypes. Sandy Beaches Papias, by your calculation, There will be twenty-five sextillion Souls saved, and each soul Shall save ten-thousand, Until the last ten-thousand ten-thousand Grapes bear their twenty five baths of blood. Interestingly, you're not out of the ballpark Of what scripture said would be saved--- That is one human being for every grain Of sand off of the coasts of all the world's beaches. That number, respectively, Is 7.5 sextillion--- Even to hypothesize sextillions At 90ad, is miraculous enough. Gateway 2000 In 1997, my computer had 16 Megabytes of ram. It had three point five gigabytes of hard drive space. And a 200 Mega Hertz Processor. The laptop I'm using today--- Windows 8, from 2013, In 2023; Mind you it was top of the line for its day--- Has a missing key that flung off When my dad threw a piece of paper in a tantrum. The keyboard also doesn't work--- I'm typing on my fourth keyboard And it's a wireless with a mouse and keyboard combo--- I use Bluetooth frequently to listen to Pandora On my bumpster speaker, And can wirelessly connect it to my TV to watch YouTube, My computer has 8 Gigabytes of Ram 2.4 Gigahertz of Processor speed And a modest Terabyte of Hard Drive Space. And it has a very convenient touch screen to boot. Calculus in Tanka A limit can be Calculated, true; but the Calculations can Never approach the limit--- It's where infinities touch. A sine function works On the logic of Pi. So, The sine function will Work off considerations Of circles' geometry. Zeno's Paradox Is calculus. The leaps are The calculations While the limit is the place Where man and reptile meet. One can measure the Sermon on the mount, and like Calculus, measure The Golden Rule to fully Calculate and find Jesus. Bittul It is what God is teaching me--- The emptying of my self for compassion's sake And to humble myself before others And not to make a show of knowledge. For, Christ's command was Bittul, To rebuke a Pharisee for straining a gnat While he swallowed a camel by forgetting his compassion. The Harsh Truths I can conceive of towers reaching twenty miles tall. I can conceive of technologies that bring us to Times and Universes all. I can conceive of travel to the outer edge of space. I can conceive of a Universe infinite and great. I can conceive of manmade structures, the size of Red Giant Stars I can conceive of settlements on Jupiter, Venus, Saturn and Mars. What I see is our species trying to hang a building from a stone, An asteroid in high orbit, how obliviously cold They are to bring a thing so nigh To our earth which could destroy cities; also how are we there to fly? I see us trying to make Fusion from sulfur, nitrate and charcoal I see us fearful to understand leverage, oh so how ominous the toll? I'm afraid in our current intelligence, travelling to any distant star Will be as impossible as it seems it is, to make a flying car. For if we decide to use aerodynamics and fossil fuels, To make a car fly with helicopter blades and pull The winds up, while a Maglev we cannot seem to find Time enough to improve our infrastructure, with a simple technology of that kind; I'd say that we must discover antigravity Before we could ever hope to sail the Hyperborean sea. If I were an average mind, say about 100 level IQ We'd possibly do the things I conceive, and have problems very few. Yet, our species is simplistic and absurd. I'm afraid we won't achieve our missions, but must live here upon the Earth. So, my friends, learn to live in unity, and learn to get along. For, this Earth and all its sorrows, shall be our only home. Helios The idol stood thirty cubits tall; He towered for fifty years. Then, the mountains groaned, Tired upon their course, They stretched at the command of the LORD. At his knees, the idol fell, And there lay he dead His corpse to be used a millennia later In Arab swords. O Sweet Child O sweet child I came to tell you a truth. Many will listen to the song That sounds much like the winds and reveries of us all. For men want to hear their hearts pipe to them from the other hearts. But, to draw into the deep darkness, To pour out truth is far more fruitful. For, when acceptable in the eyes of the LORD The strong winds of the crowd To whom we chaunt, Err like Echo, and it chaunts back; Understand it is not our reflection to choose In the poesy we pluck… Rather, it is the heart of another And their wisdom. Whom, though, yours grew dark, I ask you, “Was it I?” And if that answer is yes, I am sorry. The carnal mind is full of sweetness, But we try our furnace, And let the embers flow over our souls To melt its dross. Skim it with the instrument. Set it free. For your prior truths were far more precious to me. Academy The professor pompously speaks his formulae; Yet, he does not understand it. He, rather, performs by rote his routine A show, an ethos,—cries out foul on the students Who do not trust him to give them the answers. He fools millions, yet we understand it because a computer told us. The mystery of this invention, That what it says must be divine rite, The professor uses it as an example To teach, but he does not know what he teaches. The Academy men sought out wisdom. Our modern Academy, men remember what was wise But becomes as vacuous as an empty vessel. For, to have knowledge without understanding Is a kind of sin we have passed down through our generations. Doctor of Hearkening All night one thinks How he spoke Word;— To chew until the mind fell asleep. To inspire the same in others It would be too much the dream come true. To write a word, in strong verse That one man, or woman, or child Drank deep. How I wish I could be the Doctor of Listening. The grief that much wisdom was spoken But I could not find it all in this short life of mine. Grief, subtle sadness, that it exists… Awesome is the impasse of our fellowminds. To speak into the ether Where none were listening;— I realize the Earth didn’t need a great poet. It needed a hearkener. O Requiem of the Dead Poets O' requiem of the dead poets Alighted your vigor, Your ancient souls do rest in the grave. Your words course through me... The subtle, inauspicious meanings That the madman sees and says, "Aha, it says nothing." So little is said that is said Loud, bold and obnoxious. Inebriation of subtle inquiries Subtle thoughts and subtle shadows Of thoughts. I ask, "Why do you need "A meaning that is loud, and bold "When Rhetoric favors ignorance? "However, subtle souls have taught me subtlety "And with that the mingling of all knowledge." Yet, it was foreseen that the man of inquiry Did not want revealed the heart of another man But to only look into a reflective pool. He did not want to share, or understand. Merely to have his own ideas shouted back at him. Thus, blood ran in the streets. Thus, dead were wheeled through the thoroughfares For seven days of revolution. All for loud, droning war songs And not the quiet voice of reason Understanding its world, And gaining from it packets of wisdom Which does not gallivant through the street Nor does it make its words an enchantment. It, rather, seeks to understand what others are too busy to understand And pass by, leaving its little packet of pollen upon the pistil To germinate into the next budding spring. While pseudo-philosophers war over who is right And who's brand of ideology shall be superior... We, the poets---who are long dead, or shall die--- Leave behind the subtlety of more ancient wisdoms Which the world, as it fights its wars Would some day soon find again And see there upon the page what folly it was That right and wrong were not to be won by the muzzle of a gun But were simply to be found, and rediscovered A thousand times by Us, the poets who are dead, or shall be dead. All Wisdom Failed All wisdom failed. All prophecies never came true. A million contradicting voices And mine is one of them. I suppose I do not prophesy. I tell stories. Stories that curdle the imagination, And often feel like dreams. We often do disservice to our philosophers. We often do disservice to our novelists. Those are the true prophets. I hear a thousand and one prophecies, Yet none of them ever come true. They speak, they talk, they go over a million times. Yet, what is the prophecy that came true? They say, "Revival in the summer." There is no revival. They say, "A great harvest." There is no great harvest. One prophet said there would be a great harvest, And him I'll believe. For, he has the authority I look for Which is sobriety. Yet a million and one prophets All get it wrong. They predict the rapture, But it never comes. They predict the end, But it doesn't come. They desire it with all their little hearts But thankfully, God spares their foolish dreams And forgives them their errant prophecies. How many false prophecies have I spoken? Yet I don't pretend like I have never told A single lie. I understand that if my vision does not come true I am liable to the court and judgment and death. Yet, they break my faith with every one of their prophecies For it never comes to fruition. Save a few here and there who I find trustworthy. Milton was a prophet Who saw that astronomy would lead many astray. Nietzsche was a prophet Who understood that if God didn't exist, neither did morality. Tolstoy was a prophet Who understood that civilization moves its predestined course; there is no changing it. Dostoevsky was a prophet For though he doubted God, he believed wholeheartedly in His morality. There is an old proverb, "You are neither hot, nor cold. "Buy from me wisdom, and gold refined by fire." For our prophets are hidden because the peoples give them no honor. Instead, they listen to the pop-culture ideas And the chemical imbalances that make the world look upon us And say we're crazy. No, not you, who said that December will be a harvest. I know you are true. One in a million. Yet, the prophets all prophesy a lie. The lie is that I once, too, had a rapture dream. Several of course. It was not prophecy. It was merely the thoughts running through my mind. Though, I get caught up, Wanting there to be a rapture. I truly do. I want to fly up into the heavens And be met with Christ on the trumpet's sound. I do not want to suffer on the earth Anymore than anyone else. It's just the destiny of this writer To see the truth. For, I am a true interpreter. I see billions who know nothing of Christ. I see frantic Christians prophesying the end is near. And I see the religion dying Because no one is sober enough to understand. Yet, one prophet keenly said the religion will not die, For there will be a harvest. I await this harvest, with humble expectation. For, if it comes, it means I shall not be alone. And I say this soberly. There will be a great falling away. As is prophesied. For, God's wrath is true. But, do I believe that every profession of faith Will be a ticket to avoid suffering? No... for there are many that will say "LORD, LORD," And be told to depart. Those are the men who said, "Grace! Grace!" and yet they had no change of heart. I am the man who's had a change of heart. For the religion will not die in my heart. For I know my God is true. And when I read Yeats or Byron I understand them. For, they are prophets, too. They give me introspection Into the hearts of man; Like Balaam, I can understand Why a man wants loveless sex. I can understand why a man's lust Leads them astray. And with that understanding, I can benefit the doubting And say, "No, I do not doubt. "For I see the order of the universe "And I see the construction of the Word of God "Behind every act, large or small. "I see the strings of creation "The Twelve Universes "Layered one upon each other. "I understand all things "That are in my grasp to understand. "I see the invisible strings of faith "That prove God exists. "As the world doubts him "Harder and harder "I grow to understand "That indeed God does exist. "I understand that He is Jesus. "Even if none else do "I understand why God had to Come in the Flesh "Why God had to die. "I understand sin... "Deep and ill tempered within me. "I understand war, "Why it happens, "Why men kill each other... "How wicked men slaughter one another "For glory, while peaceful men shiver." And I say all of this Without a doubt that Jesus is the Christ. I see it. Like Euclid could find God in his Elements I can find God in the certainty of the universe. I can see God in the sin I've had in my heart. For I've seen very few good people in my life. And hell exists because there are few good upon the earth. And heaven exists because there are those of us Who are good, and our hearts get twisted In wrenching pain because the kindness we understand Doesn't seem to be known. Vision of Prosperity One day, alighted upon my fortune There came a weary traveler. She had found a wellspring of tales As seemingly old as time, Yet discovered they were new. "What have I found?" She wondered, as tales abounded Among the language of the Saxon. What were these? Rife with mystical creatures, Yet such was the fortune found That it suddenly appeared To this modern writer's Ancient poesy, That it was discovered And thus enjoyed For as long as time was kept. The Alchemist's Magic During the time of King Arthur, There arose a dispute between Merlin And an Alchemist. The dispute was over the interpretation of A story; namely the story of a princess Who fell in love with a prince Who rescued her, And upon their first kiss, the spell of sickness was released from her. The Alchemist spoke on the matter That the union between the prince and princess Was not about love, per say, But was rather about the soul finding its unity Like the unity between the Earth and the Seas. "I heard the Alchemist's reflections," Said Merlin, "On the meaning of the tale. "I thought of her ; "It was immensely strong, yet my knowledge of "Word was stronger. "Where she dove into herself... "Deep reflections, "Deeper than the rivers and the oceans--- "I read the Tale for what it actually meant, "And saw that it was not so deep. "Yet, in it I could see what she could not. "A glimmer of hope "Which her jaded soul stopped believing in long ago. "For some reason, she had wanted the story to be about the soul "Having knowledge of itself, "And was offended at the notion "That these two, upon a brief encounter, could be happily wed "And therefore, be unburdened by the misery of their loneliness. "What caused her to doubt the story's true meaning "Was that she had not found that meaning in her own life "Thus, she had created a meaning which suited herself. "I am a lonely old fool too, "But I have a rather different interpretation of the story "That what it meant sufficed enough to say "That true love of the kind does exist "And I am happy to know that it does." The Dream of Sorrow The grayness surrounds us As my love stares into me with eyes Filled with affection. Outside of her, is fright toward the gray world. I am happy; Joyous even. But she, toward me, is full of love As her other eye casts a doubtful glance Into the grey abyss As if it were filled with fright about something. I look as if I were my favorite author And she looks beautiful, In gray hair, Though that eye looking outward Frightens me severely. What is it that she is seeing? In toward me it is love But outward It is fright, Even the dull gray Of a world. Like one were looking into a lake Gray and colorless. Though I am happy. I do not know what the vision means. Only that I am in it. I would gladly take she who saw it Or I will take the woman in the dream. Make joyous sounds O Israel, For your time has yet to come. Yet, I am frightened by the eye Casting doubt on the grey world. Yet, toward me she is happy. True Friendship A friendship, when built upon honest first Impressions, sparks a sincere intercourse; Which, neither putting forth a facade's mirth Can be built with true knowledge's comfort. An Ode on Fate What keeps a man, when Abraham is preached, From imitating him,---in murdering His son?---to, another's life, be the thief? Much the same that allows one, whose reading Of a poet, understand the clever Metaphors, and gives one's knowledge a truth. 'tis what allows a man knowledge; whispers In his ears the meaning of sweetest fruit. There is the literal, which, willing kills, Without concept lays actions bare and bald. The literal reading atheists fill Christian minds, searching deeply for a fault. Yet, we somehow know what a passage means, For that is why faith remains; 'tis unseen. Should man without this ability be, Such man, hell's stone be his foreboding vault. The Snake-Ape Audiences love it. Is it an ape? Is it a snake? No one knows. Is it a metaphor about man? Or, is it simply a fiction without a metaphor? The flying snake-monkey becomes a god. It despises man--- Is it truly conscious of its own potential? Had I written the story, The snake-ape would be a metaphor About man's progression. How science made him into a "God". And subsequently the vanity of it; The pretension---as any thing which calls itself a god Is pretentious, and must be pretentious. The snake-ape would first start in the wilderness, And evolve into a creature which could fashion instruments That give it flight; power over fire. Instead, the snake-ape becomes wiser than man? It becomes a metaphor about ancient traditions Needing to be accepted by man So they are not consumed with science? I'm sorry, but I don't worship a snake-ape. Those who do, had eaten the hearts of mankind. So, one puts forth an utterly foul interpretation for god And preaches to me how we need it? Rather, I'd want men to be atheists So they could at least discover that there is good With the precise measurements of scientific instruments. Then, at least, we could better compare what we've discovered And see it matches up with one particular God Of a people so small, so minute, yet given the mysteries of the moral universe. For, men will ultimately discover there is need for law; They might even go so far as to purge all unlawfulness by pogrom. Yet, it's Christ and His mercy. That is what man need attain So he can be truly happy. Rashomon He doesn't prove witnesses are unreliable But that modern culture is filled with liars. Oh Eye, Thy Magic; Haiku Oh eye, thy magic Cast upon my busy back, Cause the hand to fail... The Hymn of the Citizens Fife and drum go Hum dee dum, The marching citizens draw their guns Their words, their airs, their country farms Did get sold by the county Bar… Hum dee dum, Hum dee dumb. We wage this revolution with our words Not a bullet we will incur We shall march in our battle lines With these words and verse so spry… Hum dee dum, Hum dee dumb. If a martyr we shall make To speak our words and masticate That violence spreads in silent wakes Hum dee dum Hum dee dumb. I shall not e’er throw a stone If I shall die all alone I shall not ever throw a stone For my words are mortar bombs Hum dee dum, Hum dee dumb. Wage a revolution wise That men in flames, they do die While I have sung my battle cries For the wasted men who die Hum dee dum, Hum dee dumb. We might have our first president A woman good with righteousness She might give us what we need A stitch, a bone and well hemmed sleeves Hum dee dum, Hum dee dumb. But the ghosts they testify That with the awful costs they cry, That they should give a man his rights When a woman ought to win the fight, Hum dee dum, Hum dee dumb. Trump, I say, is not the cost He is not the one who robbed us all It is not Warren nor congress’ cauc… It is all the specious laws we wrought, That by liberty’s woes they cause, Hum dee dum, Hum dee dumb. So I sing this verse or two Of revolution with words couth That if a woman should not be right But a man should win the fight, Hum dee dum, Hum dee dumb. The Valley of Decision There’s nothing more to write. There’s nothing more to say. Sailing off to the other-world At the end of life Is the only sweetness I can lend. How reason has proven false All that I loved. And with that, blood flows through the valleys Of the wine press. Lay burden to bear There were two things I desired. I will find them when the ship sets sail. For— You might call it pretentious But I like writing complex poems. It speaks what this mind conjures In full breadth of its image. Perhaps like music It is loved for the repetitions. That we can predict the next sequence of notes. In my eye, I see great things Landscapes and valleys. I wish to choose language that speaks what is in me. But, whatever I love, it is insufficient. What I hate, it is regarded as priceless. So, blood spills down the valleys Because we mistake what is stone With what is flesh. I would love to fly away like a bird Or hide away in the forests I love. But, rather, I see the whole world wishes itself to change. And if change it must, Then men are the artifacts they worship. For no knowledge can prove the foundations of love. Yet, there it is for me to see and touch. Rather, it takes much imagination to reason it away. When I set sail, I would have already known. History Flows in its Direction “History flows in its direction— Those who stand in its way Are artifacts.” — A Postmodernist How many men does history leave behind? A good and prosperous nation Which it did its best to break; Praises the Cur Kairos Who is allied with the serfs Who, after having been made free, Wish to place themselves back in shackles. In the Hell Built For the Rich In the hell built for the rich The idle rich, and the angry rich Do their dance in the river styx. How I can see it, But the translator cannot. In fact, nobody has ever found it before. Probably because a poet knows their poetry. And we know why it's written. While Plato lambasted us for not being credible I found poetry is not our catalog of factoids But rather the history of our moral knowledge. The Crown of Bacchus Tyrant, o thou Fear! Crippling art thou, Raging Pharaoh. Thy decree is swift Thy knife of angst stings all breasts And stops all hearts from beating. This phantom in the street Hooded like the Shadow Moves from door to door. Bacchus’ crown, o Pharaoh Is upon thy head To steal from the little yeomen Their ale and odes. Where is the song in the taverns? Where is the joy and mirth? O, Pharaoh, with Bacchus’ crown, You in your attire had silk and cashmere raiment But stole the cotton-wool from the merrymakers. Could you not spare them the miserable existence? Or, must you continue to thresh us into the wind? At the End of the Day At the end of the day There is not a shred of evidence. Either aye or nay, Either right or wrong. For, when all are fools And believe themselves wise That other men had not spoken That all ideas must be catchy and pithy quips… What knowledge there is was hidden By men in a state of egocentric predicament. Love Is Useless as a Passion Love is useless as a passion. It turns knitted hearts astray. Walking through the deserts The children one bore to that woman Stood, with their halved lives. They said, “Mother, do you love papa?” She, being a fool said, “No.” It was that uttered word that caused The children to suffer so much ill. Love was just a chemical— And once the salts were made From the Lemon and Soda There was no more love. The man, having fallen out of love with her long ago Was at work, turning the leather upon a spoke Dipping it in his tanning juice Heating it,—he was content to come home And see his wife, make love to only her, Provide for his children. But, when he got home the fool said to him, “I do not love you.” At that moment a passion erupted in the man Which revolted her, for she could feel no such passion. Though, it wasn’t the broken heart of lost endorphins. It was a happy life, and doing what man and woman had always done, That was taken from him. And so with his children. If I ever find a woman, I hope she understands this. Ant A tiny ant. It neither has the ears to hear Nor the eyes to see. Yet, it knows I'm in the room. What organ do I lack To perceive God? Like the ant cannot perceive me. It knows I'm there by my voice. It doesn't hear it. It doesn't see it. It simply knows there is a voice Calling to it. I must be that same tininess To God. The Eagle and the Dove In the Eagle's nest, the carrion was fed And the Eaglets ripped apart one another For their mother's pellet of vomit. In the dove's nest, the silver lined Creature flew, peacefully giving The milk from her throat. One day, eggs from the two nests were switched. The dove hatched in the Eagle's nest, And the Eagle hatched in the dove's nest. The Eagle, seeing it was weak, Would not feed the dove, So she starved to death, And was picked apart by her brothers and sisters. The dove, seeing her giant offspring, Fed what she could, but on account That the bird could not drink her milk, The Eaglet got hungry, and committed patricide. Such are wolves and sheep, too. Such are the evil and good among men. Captious Scholars It is "Delicious"; twice the word is used. It arouses my distaste, Mr. Emerson, Yet the moment I trusted your ability I felt the flow of your spirit into mine. I often wonder how many of our Scholars Will not see the efficacy of another's verse Because they, too, delight in this vice? Mad Spring In the deep winter, When the trees call forth their buds--- A mad time, a dizzying time, A frightening time, The newborn to nature's ennui When her tender leaves Bud in the deadness of winter's hoary breath; A warm week in January or February, There arrives the Mad Spring Where the careful naturalist Observes Mother Nature Peeping open her weary eyes For just a short peak, And then the Jack Frost comes And that Sandman puts the sleepies Back under her eyes. Yet, the newborn to nature's ennui Will be frightened by this madness, For it seems like spring is a month early. Do not fear. Friendship Mr. Emerson, I have read and quaffed deep Of the passion that you describe. What more is there to say? Exuberant, friendship is deep; The balance between amity and animosity Is what strikes me most in your essay. Who has said it better? I cannot. Surely... Friends are knitted to each others' souls, And if undone, the threads pull away And a hole is left in their garments. Yet, the knitter knows to do so In order to strengthen the fabric once more. If the seam was imperfect the first, second, or third time, The tailor knits it anew. For, friends leave, sometimes the distance of five years; For a bitter fight, for a bitter antagonism, For a harsh word, a harsh syllable, A slur, a comment or nasty degree. And like church discipline, This absence of the fellowship grows patience Within the heart of a man; To reflect and learn how not to injure. For, in the absence, the friends come together After years of repose, new men Yet the old men, and congregate To find the roots of their friendships In tact, and sewn back together Where the threads were pulled, The holed extremities seamed, And then the threads woven once anew To make a stronger garment, And to teach a true friend the lesson Of being a friend: Which is to listen. He Gets Us He Gets Us I have to tell my dad That it is true. Jesus was an alien in Egypt. Doctrinally, actively, He Gets Us does the right thing. AOC calls them fascist For supporting God's standard for Marriage And God's Standard for Sex. I'm amazed at the prudishness of Christians, And the zealotry of Nonbelievers. Like Pharisees and Sadducees; And only a score thousand subscribers With barely a thousand likes, though millions of views. That is a good portrait of Christ. And I think that's why so many reject it. Who's to judge based on apparel? Who's to judge based on race? Who's to oppress the stranger in the land? Who was the Man Made in God's Flesh? Who was this Jesus, who Wept Turned tables in rage, And told us to humble ourselves like children? A man jumping over a fence And a misunderstood metaphor Are all the "valid" complaints I've seen; Yet, whose to say those in the photographs are not Christians? God will save men and women in every tribe, Tongue and nation. Every race, every first creed, Every ethnicity. He will save Hindus And Buddhists, And Atheists, And Muslims, And Protestants, And Catholics, And Pagans, And Heathens, And Hoodoos, And Jehovah's Witnesses, And Rastafarians, And Uighurs, And Chinese, And Arabs, And Nigerians, And Argentineans, And Americans, And Jews, And Russians, And Germans, And Italians, And Vietnamese, And Westerners, And Easterners, And Southerners, And Northerners, And those from the tropics, And those from the arctics, And those in Antarctica, And those in Sweden, And Mormons, And Slavs, And Anglos, And Saxons, And Celtics, And Africans, And Asians, And Ethiopians, And Sentinelese, And Pakistanis, And Aztecs, And Mayans, And Romans, And Gauls, And Frenchmen, And Zarmas, And Alien, And Domestic, And Amalekite, And Amorite, And Moabite, And Ammonite, And Egyptian, And Babylonian, And Mede, And Persian, And Greek, And Tyrite, And Hittite, And Palestinian, And Philistine, And Ephraimite, And Mannasite, And Jebusite, And Canaanite, And Iroquois, And Cantonese, And Shinto, And Zoroaster, And Chileans, And Colombians, And Mongols, And Huns, And Ottomans, And Turks, And Sikhs, And Basques, And Hadzabes, And Pacific Islanders, And Amish, And Pygmies, And Jarawas, And Aborigines, And Lost Tribes in New Guineas, And Vanuatus, And Apaches, And Cherokees, And Pequots, And Native Americans, And Txapanawas, And Tlaxcalans, And Tuscanese, And Cempoalas, And Koreans, And Tibetans, And Bedouins, And Voodoos, And Numidians, And Fulanis, And from all Tribes and Tongues, And Visigoths, And Ostrogoths, And Goths, And Normans, And Thanes, And Danes, And Swedes, And Simbas, And Yanomamis, And Asmats, And LGBTQAI2+... And yet there are as many more nations, As there are pages in an Encyclopedia's volume; Past, Present, and Future. There is no man, Of any race, creed, ethnicity or gender, Who of a nation will not be saved. The elect, from every tribe, tongue and nation, Will they come, in repentance, At the foot of Jesus and the Cross. Without Christ If there were no Christ, There would be no churches. If there were no Christ, There would be no agape love. There would be no sacrificial bond Between man and his brethren, For men would only know to love themselves. If there were no Christ, The world would be worshiping Quetzalcoatl; Ripping human hearts in anarchy, And eating manflesh on every table. China would still have its philosophies, But, how could it win against such an advanced civilization As the Aztecs? It couldn't. If there were no Christ, There'd still be wars; for, most of Europe's wars Were due to territorial disputes, and religion only a pretext. If there were no Christ, There'd still be famines---probably more, As science was Christianity's invention Whom, trying to find order in the cosmos We set out to find the very face of God. If there were no Christ, There'd probably be Pagan Rome, somewhere, Its leaders looking like African Shaman, And bone jewelry infused into their skulls; It'd probably be the cult of Death, A merging of Roman hedonism With Aztec blood ritual; Gladiatorial games, rape, homicide, catamites Would probably be common, everyday hobbies. If there were no Christ, China and Rome would have probably went to war, In a major conflict, and the World Wars Would have been American Natives, In their advanced state, sailing across the Atlantic And Pacific, landing on those shores, And invading dilapidated Rome. Perhaps the Samurai in Japan Or the Legions in China could abade them. Perhaps they couldn't. But, mingled with the comforts Of potato charged lamps, and aqueducts, But also cannibalism, rape, orgiastic sex, Loveless romances, and undefined genders Morphing into a confused daze, and a drastic population reduction. If there were no Christ, nor any wars fought by Christians, The world would have a certain kind of peace, Which wouldn't actually be a peace, But would be every man set against his neighbor, In grotesque body modifications which make a man look like a devil, With human sacrifice, and murder as entertainment. Nor, without Christ, most of all, There could be no heaven or hell. And without either, men would cease to be judged, And thereby, no one could cite all of these evils As being such; it would be the state of humanity That in peace, there would only be bloodshed; A peace built on serial murder, rape and cannibalism. Don't Be Poets Don't be poets. I think the violet sky came from Hank Sr.; I pulled the plot of Hercules for a poem, And several hundred others I stole from the ether Of common myths. My greatest Trilogy, The main idea is Ecclesiastes'; Pulled from Star Wars Prequels, Star Ship Troopers, The Matrix, And Black Hawk Down. I did invent my technologies, But other poets have found them before. My Space Opera, I learned about the concepts of space travel on Mass Effect. My tall cities I found in The New Jerusalem. Logos, it comes from Montaigne, Lao Tsu, and Ralph Waldo Emerson. My concept of Love? I found it first, But Plato found it before even me. I craved Neoclassical while reading Wordsworth, Finding, after having written it, That Spencer and Milton had pioneered it before me; It turns out, Romanticism was a movement Which rejected Neoclassicalism. Context Clues, 6th Grade English Classes with Ms. K___ And Textbooks about Critical Thinking Inspired my out of the box--- Is it?---thinking. Tech-Ed fascinated me with Maglevs Western History and Econ and Gov Inspired me to write civilizations, Humanities and Western History Inspired me as a classicist Conversations with friends and family Were ripped from real life, And put verbatim into my novels and poems. A thousand paintings inspired my visualizations. A thousand movies and CGI inspired my imagism. Animes inspired my storytelling. Reveries about Nuclear Fusion and working security at a Logistics Company Inspired my Skiffs, Skilds and five kilometer long boats. Mythology, the bare bones of plot, archetype, I simply take them, and stitch them together Battling Arthur and Charlemagne With Thor and Athena. A thousand Edutainment videos Would create verisimilitude... Teach me... and a thousand books, too. Shaka's Horns, Loin and Chest, Jerusalem's Siege--- Oh, and the Bible! A thousand allusions Interpolations, A thousand neurons created From a thousand symbols Ancient and novel; From mythology, From history, From Theology. Every history I read was fuel; Every modern event; Every encyclopedia article. Euclid inspired my knowledge of objectivity--- And the circle's formula, πd=c. E=MC^2 inspired me So did musings on time travel--- From where did they come? Men in Black, Terminator, Back to the Future; The very equation Einstein created Was used to calculate my CNP. I created the future--- But it all came from the past. That is why you do not want to be a poet. Where was there even one, single, Original thought? The Day the Christians Learned The day the Christians learned... Their pastors do not believe. It was a violent day. They, in their scrums, Pressed the unbelieving Heretics against the wall. Gasping for air, being crushed against all the weight, You could hear the pastors drawing their final breath. I and my pa tried to stop them; I don't know if I saved them. I survived by crossing my arms into a crucifix. It was like a lemur, divergent, Being led into a room of her peers. And the lemurs pinned her against the ground And pressed, with their hand all over her body. They pressed. "It is the natural state of all the beasts "To do this," said the scholar in school. I thought Christ's message was to rise above this madness. John Donne Loveliest words, from a jaded don, Like a bottom dweller with fin rot; You infect your cohorts with vain hopes And your hopes are foul and sordid. "Love", have thou tasted of love; Have thou mined it deeply? The alchemy of love, the chemical nitre, Upon the soul, a lofty man There is, who in precious synapse Is enthralled by his wife's brain. Seeing her joy, her passion, Her dainty color light up her cheeks Drink deep of it... yet you married for money. What can you know of love? What could have you mined from it? A selfish man, in love with himself As if he were a god? In what way Do you know love? What way? When you are in perfect company Keeping with yourself? Let he who does not have it Tell you what alchemy it is, To not suffer loneliness in this world And to bear little fusings of flesh and flesh? So the person you love, is as much a part of you As you yourself? What do you know of love? That you have a poet's conceit, That since you make the prettiest of words You know what love is? Star Star bright, 10:30 on a winter's night, Goliath's arm twinkles at peak lumens. The lazy plane flies under you. You brightly twinkle over him. You will never realize until you do, That the star shines there, equal in its breadth. Malcolm X's Conversion There is good to be had in other faiths. Malcom X, when arriving at Mecca, Saw Islam was a religion for all. And he, from a Black Nationalism So foul, converted to Sunni Islam. Yet, the insidious effect of his Teachings, as a youth, infect our modern Age, causing brother to hate their brother. Wars are being fought, all because of him; Wars which turn his people into villains. How is any man to atone for it? If we look at Malcom X, as ourselves, We will see a similar conundrum. That's why we need Christ Jesus. God Was Not Wrong Charles, God was not wrong. Just because homosexuality appears in nature--- So does pedophilia, cannibalism, Patricide, fratricide, murder, war, Rape, incest, perpetual struggle and infanticide--- Does not mean it is to be emulated By man, or to be upheld that the behavior is good. We are men. Not beasts. Homosexuality is a sin Because it devolves us back into nature's hedonism; Back into nature's anarchy. As is clearly being seen, understood now. We are evolved; we have bitten from the fruit. We can judge these behaviors are wrong, and foul, And are among the beasts. Man must rise above The Sheep of the World, and be Sheep in Christ. Just Because it Works Just because it works, Doesn't mean it's right. You can lock us up in cages, Give us a little spinning wheel, And feed us twice daily; Sure, we can survive. But that's called prison. You can cause most of us to be happy By coercing us to be gay By effect of Super Ego, By convincing us to castrate and mastectomate Ourselves... I'd sense no one in this world could feel the deep things I have felt And have known to be good. You can allow rape, cannibalism, pedophilia And yet have all the pleasures of hot baths, Electricity, slave labor and concubines; Even the sport of entertainment Where men will murder one another in the arenas. I suppose in this world, no one would Know it is wrong, and be more bestial than human being. Sure, these things can work. Sure, you can make the people happy. It still doesn't make it right. I would think most of us, Living right now, Would have even seen a better world. Xochipilli You are a coruscated crown; The citizens do flock to the same stalls... In 1933 the poet sings a song to thee. Patron of the arts, patron of the flower, Patron of the games; god of Sodom... What can we do for thee? How can we break free from thy tyranny? You control the world, from Taining lands; You are a clown ruling a half the world. How does the poet know? Does he wear time on his wrists? I, the Urn, he sings of me, Banished and in purgatory. I sit, listlessly, listening to obdurate church bells... They have no faith, but worship the Anglican and Catholic God Xochipilli ; Am I an artefact? No. For a short breath of time, this Anarchy reigns, While David allies with the Avegins. And anarchy reigns across the land, While Xochipilli fiddles to the burning heaps Of his cities--- for he does not know. Who am I? I am the Urn with Ashes and Homilies. Childe Harold is on his pilgrimage; Oh, how he goes, with his fair haired bride. Purgatory shall turn to paradise One day... And I... I shall go where? When Sodomite has been made Writ And man's sinful nature has corrupted even the lambs? Where shall I go? This world was not made for me. So, I rest at peace. Prince of Persia O, thou Prince, thou king, With your black prayers, You summon forces. Your god is the forces. Your prayers hinder prosperity For the saints, and delay our answers from God. But, you shall not be victorious. There is you, thou Covering Cherub, Dragon, who accuses the flock. There is you, oh beastial intelligence; Who hates your Christian brother, and slays him. There is you, oh diviner, who divines evil For the LORD's people, when God has promised fortune. There is you. oh lord of Hades, who denies God And gainsays His majesty, and brings the ignorant into pits. Filmer The riches of the world cease Save for the kings who rule it. Adam, eternally recurring, His divine heritage as King, Ruler over all flesh... He drinks the draught Of rainbow liquor, And merries his meed Into the womb of his wife. Yet, for the world around him, Their sustenance goes to his belly: Their wagons, their cotton and wool, Their games, their arts, their labors And all their luxurious leisure. He smacks his lips, and upon them are spices Numerous: Fenugreek, cinnamon, Turmeric, Ginger, Onion, Chili, Clove Garlic and pickled Ginger, fried in Cottonseed Oil, Mint, Cilantro, whisked together with cream. The tinge of clam broth, The decadence of scallop and crabmeat, A pound of Roasted Beef, salted and cooked To its decadent perfection, Suckling pork dusted with sugar and salt, Lamb liver fried in mint, cinnamon and cumin. He plucks his grape from the bowl, His strawberry, his banana and apple, His pomegranate, mango and melon--- While he eats, and takes, and consumes, The people around him wane into poverty. For, his magisterial justice cares only To feed himself--- his Judges allow him The sustenance of virginal flowers. His law his his own belly. He picks up his wine, cherry and deep, And drinks, tasting the oak upon his food; The sweet grape accenting his yams and potatoes Delicately pureed with butter, salt, and cream; And his expertly crafted steak shall hint of grape berry. The men and women around him starve, though. Their work feeds him--- and he exacts all their taxes. He does not care, for he wishes it to be so. So he can incur God's wrath, And see if the sun truly will darken. To see if the stars truly do fall. To see if the moon truly will turn to blood. Boniface VIII Alain de Lille, he preaches his homilies Against Sodom and Gomorrah. Yet, the peoples still do not listen. There, they frolic like in the Garden of Earthly Delights. One in forty thousand googleplex. O, Philip, tax the clergy! Boniface orders his vain bulls. Dungeons, chains, torture, Boniface dies from his wounds. Not a perfect man, A man, who like Odysseus, Used a Trojan Bull to commit pogrom. One in forty thousand googleplex. The Pope's dictum is ignored, though, And the nations, against Papal decree, Enter into One hundred years of war. So follows with it that Ashen Death. One in forty thousand googleplex Is the probability of life originating On this planet through means of evolution. My greatest regret is not listening chasing my dreams being thirty-three and nothing. What is wisdom if I have no audience to share it with? I was that fool who believed in Universal truth. But, no atheist I ever knew was like minded. But, I found God was. So I converted. ABOUT THE AUTHOR Author’s Bio: Brandon Neifert is the author of books including In Defense of the Story, a crowning achievement of autodidactism; My Collected Writings, a medley of various writings on diverse topics; and, The Fifth Angel’s Trumpet, an epic novel starring a rowdy maverick colonel caught between a devastating, fifth world war and the love of his life. Neifert is a self educated, self published writer, who, much like his characters, strives for the moral best in both himself and society. A devoted Christian, Neifert was born-again when confronted with a sin from his adolescence that ultimately led to his confession and incarceration as an adult. Neifert has a colorful past, but makes up for it with his scrupulous observations of the human condition, framing both good and evil in ways that even the most skeptical can agree.
Mother Theft
"Avert your eyes from truth. "What you see is only illusion. "I shall tell, and then proclaim, "And then tell again. "I have seen all things, "Been through it all... "Trust me, and not thine eyes "For wizards have duped thee "Into seeing phantasmagoria"
Opal Steeples Final Cut
Opal Steeples B. K. Neifert Copyright © 2022 B. K. Neifert All rights reserved. DEDICATION This work is dedicated to Christian. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Many acknowledgments are given to the numerous poets who've written on the Character I've come to moniker as Death. Such notable poets as Billy Joe, John Lennon, Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, T. S. Eliot, Byron, Keats, Shelley, Wordsworth, and most notable of all, Hosea and Solomon. Also, acknowledgments are given to Jung and Freud, whose theories--though likely incompatible on a pedantic level---as a whole, provide endless synthesis for my poetry. And to my Schizoaffective Disorder, which finds this elusive character everywhere, and most notably in my dreams. And finally to Zion, a Beautiful Woman, a Beautiful City. It seems like the core of this book is a contrast between Death and Heaven. Aphorism 1: When a truly beautiful maid arrives at the party, the mirth grows still. Aphorism 2: A lie is more visceral than truth, because it is simpler to comprehend. Aphorism 3: The ugliest thing about our modern age... every guttural reaction to beauty is confused with lust. Aphorism 4: People who deny Jesus will be judged by Moses’ standard. Aphorism 5: I see nothing more fair, than that God redeem us from Moses’ “Laws which were not good.” Aphorism 6: Be judged by Moses’ law, if you think Jesus died for nothing. Aphorism 7: I have nothing more to write. Sure, I can still write. But, I have nothing more to write. Aphorism 8: Conclude nothing from a liar; their lies only multiply conclusions because it nullifies Vacuous Truth. Aphorism 9: Good poetry never claims to be true, so it contains Vacuous Truth and sound conclusions may be drawn from it. Aphorism 10: Christ is our bread. Feed and be nourished, so you are able to do what's good. 1. The Two Trees Meet “I love you,” Said the Olive Tree To the Fig Tree. The Olive pined And said, “O, our Brother “Was nailed to me!” The Fig replied, “Oh, my darling, “My beauteous friend, “God cursed me, “When leaving the city “I was dead.” The Olive spoke, “My fruit is savory, “And yours are sweet; “Embrace me, “With our bark spliced, “Let us bring forth “Something new!” The Fig Spake, “Yes, our curséd fruit “Could bear something “New; yet, it is “Unlawful!” The Olive lamented, “Yes! For you are “A Fig tree, cursed, “And I an Olive, “For we are from “Two different bloodlines!” The Fig Entwined with The Olive; they created A fruit of life! 2.Ferguson's Giant Soul Ferguson, Mac Moghcun, There was Queen Maev! Who you rose upon your Armies, Red King, and Spent your arms Destroying her, who Fought valiantly. With your bag of dreams, You took my poesy, Raped my beloved, Love-talker. Curséd Fig, you spin Having heaved your Sighs for one hour; in dreams Maev and Ferguson Are at war Shaking the worlds; I, I await you here; while the Titans clash and Rend the times. We shall cling: Brush off your Spider's webs! I wish to seed you In the soil, anew! 3. Zion's Soil Beloved, I have seen Captivity! I have worn chains. I have sinned. The King's hair is raven- Black. he is comely and beautiful, Dark eyed, Yet your desire is for me. he, the beauty of an Archangel, he, at war with Maev--- The heavens shake As angels war with giants. The wiseman questions: My chains are those Which shackle the Earth. You have sighed underneath Him, in the weaving Of dreams. My seed is good. It awaits fertile soil. Unbound the cursed And unlock my chains With your skin. 4. Confession Queen Maev, if I were Ferguson With my bag of dreams I would throw myself into The sea;---and like Prometheus Said to the Southern King, I should drown myself. Yet, with my Giant Soul Enlarged, when Solomon Said to Death, that he Would give him a device, That night I prayed On the way to my corridors. “Let me not have “Taken the cup of wrath, “But let me prophesy “him, and like Jacob “Steal the father's blessing!” So I dreamt. 5. Child, Touch Another World The child's heart within all Feels so much larger than it actually is. It feels like all laws bend to its will, That it is of a greater importance Than the Great Pyramids, Than the Mythic Stonehenge, Than the Swirling Milky Way, Than the Eiffel Tower, Than Democracy, Than Free Speech, Than Patriotism, Than History. The child within all feels like the creator of all worlds. It feels so important, Like a king, Like it were great at every which thing. A great skier, A great chess player, A great teacher, A great writer, A great builder, A great artist, A great singer, A great champion and hero. The child in all believes itself to be great... It feels entitled to all good treatment. It feels as if the world revolves around them. I don't know how we ever grow up... I look at people, in their self importance, And I find each one a world swirls around their minds, I can tap into it by listening to their words. I can feel their feelings, know their thoughts By the words they speak, and the mien they imbue. I can know them, and so can you. Yet, not many care to know them. Not many care to look at the dramatic obelisk of Other As a friend once wrote in a poem about a man named David. That there are obstacles hindering us, People, places and things. I look at myself, and my wisest thoughts Came from other minds much wiser than mine. It came from listening, from tasting, From touching, from smelling, Through the descriptive tense Of another's words. Not my taste, not my touch, Not my smell, but my ear. The greatest pieces of wisdom Came from the greatest adversaries. For, I could poke holes right through them When I became undaunted by their words. When it became interesting. In practical matters I still feel there are foolish men--- Yet, they find a more practical lifestyle than I do. And I feel their swirling world as they speak--- It is offensive. It soon becomes my world A swirling kaleidoscope of thoughts and inventions. I've learned to embrace it, for such is their freedom And such is mine. Yet, my brother told me today, "Do not seek to persuade me." Can democracy flourish without persuasion? My inner child likes to reach out and touch other worlds But it often gets burnt. Thus, it still reaches, It still touches, it pries into the deepest held beliefs. Politely, I can have a conversation with a woman On Dharma, and she enjoy it. Yet, her husband---for he ought to be by now--- Scolds her, offends her, doesn't listen. "Buddhism is more optimistic." I agree, it's not the torments of Caste systems. But, really, there must be something better after this life, Than having to live it all over again. What cruel deity swirls us in this cosmos for eternity? Hell is a comfort to me, for there is no wisdom there. No activity. No planning. Meaning, no thought. For, with thought There is wisdom. Hell seems less cruel Than tormenting someone on Earth Over and over again, With a reincarnation of past lives Rejuvenating and swirling like the Milky Way. That is immoral. And at last, it is simply to die? I cannot believe death is the sum of life's choices. I believe there must be more. I'd lose hope, if all I had to look for Was another life like this. Yet, her thoughts are interesting, And he---very sure of himself--- Tells me I upset her. Something tells me she was telling the truth That it was not me. Rather, I live to listen... Do not be offended if I cannot agree, But that is core to our freedom Even to have heated arguments. If I could not persuade, If I could not gain access to the worlds which swirl around me, I would be despaired, and lonely. I would be, as the Woke Mob wishes me to be, A solipsist, constantly reassuring himself with his own thoughts. And there I would be, no one to challenge me Suffering in the hell I created for myself By telling someone I thought was wrong to, "Shut up." Offense is necessary in a free society. For, in a free society, we are free to share our worlds With one another, and burdened though we be, The child within us touches the scalding, red-hot Iron of another's world---if we cannot sway them to ours Or be swayed to theirs, then there is no freedom. I know it burns. But, there is no better joy any other way. 6. The Scent of a Rose The scent of roses, Unlike all other flowers, Is a form bred from Horticultured, white florets Which smell like honeysuckle. 7. The Sarsoodledom The Satrap of the Sardoodledom Sat, calling all art Kitsch. Save, it was writhing with fear, or sex Or it idealized crime and perverts. He, wisely? was called Athena, And ruled his Sardoodledom With an iron fist. Nothing good could be made, Save what was a Sardoodle In his Sardoodledom. 8. Evidence A Biblical Timeline of Evidence Corroborating Scripture: Unknown – Flood myths appear on every continent and in every ancient civilization, including the Americas, which would be impossible, had not the Flood actually happened. 1950bc - The Lipit-Ishtar, which has a law on it, number 27, that Abraham followed with Hagar, that God told him to ignore. Abraham corresponds to this in the Genealogical record. 1750bc - We see the influence of Abraham on the laws of Mesopotamia, in the Hammurabi's Code, where some of the Hebrew laws in the Torah are first found. Which is likely, also, the reason Sumerian Legends contain Biblical material, was an original source penned by Abraham. 1420bc - The Temple of Soleb has the name of Yahweh inscribed in Egyptian Hieroglyphs, and shows Bound Hebrew Slaves on the Pillars, making mention of the fact that the Israelites were wanderers in the land of Egypt before they were enslaved. 1330bc - The Cult of Aten begins, which corresponds with Moses in the Genealogies. The Cult of Aten was an unexpected conversion to Monotheism by the Pharaoh of Egypt, which likely occurred as a result of the miracles performed by Moses. Also, Moses' genealogical record lines up right with it. 18th Egyptian Dynasty – Egyptian Chariot spokes are found off the coast of Nuweiba beach, and many more like pieces remain under the Red Sea. 1250bc - Joshua's Altar. In Joshua's Altar there are Kosher animal ashes, along with the lead tablet described by the book of Joshua, and it is situated at the rear face of mount Ebal. It is even in the pattern of a Jewish Altar, with ramps instead of steps. Also found at the same dig site are mentions of King Hezekiah (Circa 790bc) and Jeremiah (Circa 600bc). 1050bc - A fragmented clay artefact is found in Khirbet Qeiyafa, containing Hebrew Mnemonic verses and the Tetragrammaton, of interpretive transcriptions of the law. On the pot, it talks about being charitable to slaves, and judging them mercifully, and a rebuke against idolatry. 840bc - Tel Dan Stele records the death of King Jehoram, and reveals that he is from the HouseDavid---a Portmanteau of the Dynasty's Heraldry. 597bc - The Nebuchadnezzar Chronicles are a direct reference to the Jewish Captivity, of Babylon sacking Jerusalem. Ezekiel had already been taken captive, along with Israel, therefore, the captivity had already begun. Ezekiel records the Sack of Jerusalem and how bad it will be. As well as Jeremiah the Prophet. 537bc - Edict of Cyrus, which records the restoration of the Jews back to Israel. 100bc – The Great Isaiah scroll was transcribed, and still has the prophecy of Isaiah 53, detailing how a man's soul must be offered as a sin offering. Predating Christ by at least 130 years. 31ad – Christ sweats blood, and dies of a heart attack. The Gospel record shows Christ sweating blood, a condition called hematohidrosis, which happens because of severe stress, and also a heart attack, when His side was punctured with the spear, water flowed from the wound. Which is from a pustule sack developed around the heart during Pre-Cardiac Arrest. 31ad – Under the Emperor Guangwu, of the Latter Han Dynasty, there is record of the Darkening of the Sun which happened for three hours during the Crucifixion. In the records, twice it is declared, “A man has died for the sins of all the people. Man from heaven died.” 9. The Playlist I start this journey, A two year old boy. I learn my dad's stereo system Having watched him do it before. Some day love will find me, As the opening synths sends me on My new life's road. Then, driving through the woods And over the river, To grandmother's house I go. About to slip down, I'm so excited to swim. Life is about fun, and I'm too tired for work; Play is everything at this time in my life. We listen to the oldies radio, the whole car ride, Sitting in another traffic jam. Seventeen, sweet emotion fills me, Pleasure filled fantasies of sex To Two Unlimited and Rock and Roll... The beginning of my career as a writer, With pornographic prose and an honest to truth love story. I find my woman with a face like a gent. Her daddy says I took it a little too far. My car, I ramble about for years, First with my androgynous mate, And then with my friends; Going here, there, the summer of fun And violence. I try to make my living, But, I'm a rambling man. Rambling on and on, talking mostly nonsense. My car is my pride and joy... You don't know what I got; I rev my Malibu beside the car Of infernos---there my sister almost died. My stereo bumps, overshadowed by woofers In the hopped up Coupe. Barrel Rolls, broken hips and brain tissue. Recovering, Johnny comes to me And makes a deal--- He's in a bind, and I take the dare. Thus, he sings of the Devil's Kitchen And I sing of the Snowy Abode. He sings of a Welsh Prince, And I sing of our LORD and King; My mountain is taller. I then meditate on the sweetest wisdom... To be a man, simple and humble. To search for love, and not be lonely in this world. It was always my song, my very first song, But straying from it all these years, I realize the fantasy was not enough. Then the trial of every Christian comes; The fornication with the worldly device. My captivity, my mission, They scream what I spoke to her in the closet On the rooftops. They know my every secret thought, They turn my life into a spectacle. It happens. Everybody's been there;--- Information's inebriation. Then the music dies. Censorship grows... My movie begins... This will be the day that I die--- I wrote the book of love, I have faith in God above And what the Bible tells me,---so, I believe my music can save the soul. Now I go, walking down the street. I get funny looks from everyone I meet. For my youthful offense I am stained with distrust, and dirty looks. Everywhere I go, a look of shame appears On the faces of all around me... All know my sin, All know my shame... I look for work in the city, But can find none. I ride the Pride of the Susquehanna. People on the river are happy to give me their time, To listen. I wander here, there, looking for an answer To my disgrace and poverty. I have no money, Wandering the streets, shamefully. In my music, I drift away... Writing my odes of blaspheming kings, Doppelgangers, witches, Dragons and satyrs, True Love and advanced civilizations. I get lost in my creativity... I get lost in the rhythms of my Playlist, waiting for when I fall in love. Then I see her face. I started thinking love was simply a story I wrote... A beautiful thing I kept on my keys. A fairytale like my kings and queens. But, I saw her face once more, And there was no trace of doubt. My first I gave all, and got nothing. Now, the face of sunshine makes me believe in love again. I, the loser of losers, Fell in love with the Homecoming Queen; And she loved me. I believed in my dreams. She said to me, "Do you, you, feel like I do?" And for life's longest season, We made time for loves. Life returned to the simplicity of childhood. The pure, exalted joy of youth prevailed; Life was good again... It was like sitting at the Kokomo, Listening to a steel drum band. She and I reclined, filled and old as the songs I listened to as a child. At the end of life, I blessed Jesus, and said, "This life was just alright with me." And I drifted off to sleep one day, And woke up someplace else; Someplace better. 10. The Blue Moth I walk, Succor the green,--- The Mauve, centimeter wide, Opal butterfly Flutters with The lethargy Of a newly created thing. It lands, so delicately Upon the arch of my peach Foot, between the sandal strap And my cuffed, mud-stained Jeans. 11. The Hard Stuff The dragonflies are numerous, The biting flies are few. Upon the paths of Pinchot I consider the words of you. “Slavery is a grievous sin “Which thy God has sanctioned,” True. But the Law of Moses, my friend, By Jesus's been made moot. How know'th you, If by the Heathen made a slave, God may save the Unbeliever, And give them life in Zion all days? The War for Canaan was furious, Blood spilt, from man to child, Yet could it be they were corrupted Rapist, murderer, pedophiles? Thus, ought God not have slain them And use the Holy Book, To judge this world's Chaos Whom Jesus, they all forsook? 12. The Geese with their young goslings Wade into the milk lake, Beige;--- With their webbed feet twaddling The little geese with their down Follow in roes, behind their mother goose. Black, slender necks, like a Brachiosaur, Arch, with white patches and yellow eyes. Grey backs, variegated, and black beaks. Peace flows with the Zephyrs Warm light, a perfect comfort. Children play their lawn tennis Cooperating to score high volleys. Birds sing, “Peace!” War and violence bark madly Somewhere---far away is Their mischief. Yet, hear, is peace. 13. Jacob I take my most prized Possession. I give it to Jacob. For exchange, I wished to exchange It for a lie. I come to collect the lie, Yet, for my most prized possession I receive not the lie, For Death has seized upon it. Therefore, I have not a lie; And for that I am grateful. For, I forgave Jacob for His theft, yet had unyielding Mercy. For that I have been forgiven. 14. Twenty-six Quintilian Souls My hope is for my ministry to save Twenty-Six Quintilian souls. One soul for each grain of sand Off Israel's coastline. 15. Job's Journey Job was a good man who hadn't sinned But his friends laid accusations on him. He suffered for heaven's purple mists, And golden roads; its thick, opal towers Of red and green, made with Gold like Jasper Stones, stretched from Earth to the white moon above. Its pearl gates like a mollusk shell Sheened with opalescent, cornflower blues Gradient with whites and silver glean. The City of Zion, twelve-thousand furlongs high, Rise a city on a hill, made with Ruby- Emerald towers, of a worldcity's Width and breadth and height, of thick, miles square base, The towers rise like New York's or Dubai's;--- Looking up at those towers like gazing Upon leaning mountains, tilted toward thou. There Job sat in pastures with boiled hands And pustule growths---from Shingles, lay he bare. His friends upon the green, green grass sat, raw, Telling him things which were never fair. "For youthful sin, he certainly did "For this he must pay the awful price." The blue sky above, and the wooden Cottages, somewhere dappled upon the Landscape, with the livestock white and black, There they lowed, and lorned and men labored While Job sat accused for sin he'd not commit. The five men sat in a circle, saying, "For complaint and sin and bitterness "You know Joseph never laid a mournful Hymn, "For it is sin which is why you suffer," Yet Job knew he suffered for his Bride Wisdom. Beelzebub, a red satyr, with cloven Hooves, and sculptured chest, haunches a furry Ram's, Sat with black and needly, and disfigured Things, with sandstone caverns lit with licking flame. They worked their webs of lies so raw, with blood Drenched from the cavern floors, to the maimed Figures shackled upon the beige walls of hell. There men were crucified, yet not like Christ For they shall never suffer death again! Job thought mightily on these things, how wrong It was for he to suffer for naught he'd done. Yet, the Law's precept came to mind so sweet, "Unrighteous men find Wisdom's demands "To be like that of a contentious bride.--- "Yet listen to her, and make loves to her "And though she rebuke you, at the end is life." 16. The Source I I write, finding on my own The Wisdom of Solomon. I read Sirach and The Wisdom of Solomon And it is like I myself had written it. That is why I know the Apocrypha is not scripture; But that is also how I know my writing is not demonic. It is inspired by wisdom and truth. Should Dante, or Milton, or Austen Or Tolstoy, or Chesterton, or Lewis Be demonically inspired, Then so also my work, for I Magnify God's law. I come to the philosophy of Existentialism Of Epicureanism, of Platonism... I have help attaining to it. But, the arguments of C. S. Lewis I have found, and strengthened. Yes, there is a little voice in my conscience, The same one that lets me know what is right or wrong; It wasn't too long ago, that everyone knew about it. That is gone in so many--- The voice told me to say that. It is not audible, a hallucination, But like a thought, giving me words I sometimes had never known; Other times, like Malapropisms, which I search for the correct one. I claim that none of my writing is scripture. None of it is true, for I am a poet And work within Vacuous Truths. I speak in similitudes. I heard John MacArthur describe Demonically inspired books. My hairs stood up, My heart grew dim. It is not the peace I know. My voice is not a demonic apparition. It is merely the gift of providential utterance; It has told me of things to come; It has worked within the fabric of my fingers true words. If demonically inspired, If propaganda, Would I attest to the Divine Christ? Would I not try to dissuade my reader From believing in an Omnipotent Triune God, Who is the Father, Son and Holy Spirit? Would I say salvation can only come through belief In this Three Personhood of Deity? Would I speak of rest, Or scathe sin in this world? I do not know why my writing does not get published. But, it is certainly not by Demonic forces that I have written it. If The Secret can be published, And the myriads of books Dr. MacArthur talked about, Things too disturbing to retell... Would I be disturbed by it If I myself had written the like? No. Any ghost or supernatural occult thing I would hail And be mystified by. Rather, my words are built to heal and turn the world to repentance. Something much needed in our age of godlessness. Will I triumph? No thing I fear more than losing the relationship I have with Christ. I am willing to be poor and a vagabond if it means retaining my faith. But, should I be unable to retain faith as a poor man, Then let me be rich. If unable as either, Then let me be fed, and clothed, and sheltered And no abomination enter into my soul Nor root of bitterness, nor bark of poison into this soul. II There is an anxiety in me... Having not spoken all. Hail Britannica came by way of a dream--- How I know not. Whether by a worm, or drunken chalice of blood Or by magic I do not know. What I do know, is that I've asked God Many times for an Epic Poem. It is a point of anxiety in me That I do not know how I dreamt it. One night, I dreamt of a blue light coming from my bookshelf; It was my bumpster, but it frightened me. Before I dreamt the story, I remember talking with my friend about it. I remember asking him what my next work would be. Whether these things are true, I do not know. My same friend, I had talked to about the drawer My dad replaced, and this before it had ever broken. I thought he was insane, talking about a broken drawer Which had never broken. Yet, about a year later The drawer broke, and my dad replaced it. I remember talking with him, Whom I hadn't spoken to for weeks. I also remember seeing myself At a bookstore, touching a woman I had made into Elora Wearing the hat I would wear, and the Moccasins I would wear. What comforts me, is in the words of Solomon There is a large family who summoned death. And in Hosea, Death is more prosperous Than his brethren. In my dreams, he saw the King's inner chambers, He made my Epic Poem into a novel--- He even draws me forth to hide his lies. If you must know, he is the inspiration For my Doppelganger. He is the inspiration For my Thirteen Kings... And I have to dream of this nightmare every night. Excuse me for writing about it, For perhaps He is Abaddon himself. All I know is that I clearly remember My friend talking to me about a drawer Being replaced, and lo, the drawer hadn't been replaced. I remember of talking about this year's drought Last year, a year plenteous with rain And there could not be a drought at all. It could just be that I am dreaming these things As the other night I had dream paralysis And could hear a woman's voice taunting me. But, I prayed a weak prayer. I do not think my source is demonic As if it were, I would hide these things from you. I feel like, rather, it is an oppressive force Attacking me, like an army outside of a besieged city, And I must use this intelligence to defeat the enemy. I do not believe I am a god. I do not believe I am perfect. Rather, what I believe is simple... Jesus Christ is the LORD. I ought to follow His ways; And I ought to persuade you to follow Him, too. As any hope for a good life now Requires your belief as well as mine. For, if there is oppression because of sin, My words cannot achieve me the life I desire. And as is told to Israel, "Take with you words." The reason I do not believe I'm demon possessed And that my stories come from Satan Is that I believe they came from God. Not as a means to save the world But simply as a trade comes to any man Who is an expert at the craft. Through providential guidance. And perhaps I have an interesting story to tell. 17. Violet Sky I could be white I could be light I could be righteous and free; Though the tyrants, Who are so violent Wish violet, the welkin to ring. 18. Logos Where have you gone? Babble is brought to dust; The nations are cast abroad. Where are our common stories? Where is Jack and Jill And Peter Pumpkin Eater? Where is Robin Hood The Grinch, Paul Bunyan And Persuasion? With what does man share or gain Knowledge? By knowledge, The root of wisdom is cast abroad. The flowers and birds And woodland creatures Are known by few... The Ecology is detailed to gross Minutia, while the Eggplant a berry And the Berry is naught. We riot over controversy And have outlawed truth. Men speak their own burdens And by their own burdens None do listen... A white background And a man in the foreground Strives to find eternal truths... Yet none are to be found. Music is terse chords, Guttural phrases, The monotone sung over A simple, three note melody. Poetry is vapid, Novels are simple, Yet math is invented; Not discovered. As a wise scholar spake'th, Babble's tower is fallen And collapsed to ruinous dust. No man or woman receives justice; And for equity's sake all are treated unequal. The child is snatched from the parent's home And castrated, fed hormones like a slaughtering animal, And fundamentally altered and neutered Before she knows how to count. The Logos is destroyed; None can comprehend or interpret the wise and ancient and dark truths. All is impossible, and all sayings spoken Are the lie we ourselves create. We disperse it abroad, We fallow the rows of the next generation To watch the sandstorms tower miles high And consume the cities... For, no science can be agreed upon, The solve to the world's problems are doubted Simple things we see, and then say there is no proof. Yet, the problem is there is too much proof, And we wish to be the horse drawing the carriage Blinded, and seeing only what is in front. Noone knows truth. Not one. I write my poetry in this century--- Yet, I am all alone. 19. The Pearl Sterling Ye sodomous witches Writhe---hate ye love For hate the truth ye do. Ye summoned death With combined might; Ephemeral powers sprung forth. "We hate the Christian "Because he set bad example for all..." When or withal, when I was but a lad Did you not revel on our revelry And succor every kiss? Then, when he had change of heart Then, only then, did you pounce? For you loved his sumptuous face And desired his perfect form... Then, he laid with virgins And hurled the cruel abuses. Yet, 'twas when he grew kind; Only then did you hate him And claim he set bad example. Then, at last, you queens and kings, You portioned your might to destroy. You bargained, and bartered, And sought to warp the world to your wicked Worldview. Have the world. Yet, you wish to wreck me And cause me a shameful death. Doth thou yet hear the voices? Doth the Satanic screams fill your domiciles? At last, they shall And I will have revenge by the LORD's mighty arm. "From where?" I may die... But, at least I will be at eternal rest. You... you shall live in the hell you summoned forth. "Death!" you cried, "Come forth," And he did, to dance on your graves. 20. Amonotheum Zion, with your perfect face, Ample breast, and scarlet hair: Tall, yet perfect enough for a kiss, My changeling has held you In his dream, with your pink Areola;---and a degenerate Man wanted to share in your Flower, but the changeling Refused;---for cruelty, like a child's With a little toy duck with wheels. In a vision, Yehonason said To the changeling, “You will only have “Her once, in a dream.” Then, there is the third Cretan: I know not the name. But, in Jotenheim, he said Of me, “Thou art a god!” I don't know what was meant. Green was the firmament, Large were the waves, Hard were the lessons won. I've seen everything, on earth, Under the earth, in the vault above... In forgotten planes, in hidden nooks, I've seen all, knowing only thee. A rapturous peace, the splendor Of thy walls, the city where We shall plant, water, and make loves; Jesus' teachings, Paul's preaching, The prophets' speaking, I know them as the signpost Which points to thee.