Drink wine. Make love. Merry the heart a bit With the pleasantry of vaginal skin. Oh, Dionysius, to whom Kingdoms Are but a game, and legions march out to war On orders, by programming upon the screen. They march, as you work upon them To get the droves to do your bidding. You wade in your underground hot springs And you dine upon flesh and flagons. Then, you hide from me your sin In our conversation, like a Roan Cleveland Bay. No, for all are guilty, but this you cannot admit to your own guilt. You hide it, oh Northern Prince, Your claims for evidence behooves you As piously you sit upon your throne in your den. You sit upon it, telling me there is no evidence for your sin. When, it is written all over your shameful acts To try and humiliate me. For humiliate me you did, for I cannot call to mind The potions you have drunken, The women you have made love to Nor the roughness by which you treat your own kin. To me, oh Dionysius, You are like royalty;--- Far beyond this jester fool Whose given the license can critique you. For you are like royalty, And I am like screed. My words have none affect upon you. They do not move you. They bore you. They are sonorous sermons To wit, namely, should I shame you like you have shamed me I cannot. For my shame is in the open And yours is locked away tight in your underground labyrinth. I speak of this to your benefit, that Yes, most men are guilty of the same shame as I. In one form or another. Laid the orgies of Dionysius, It is like murder upon your soul. And I, wishing to ease you from your sins Have been humiliated by you When you point to mine. For mine is a matter of public record. And yours is not.
Category: Poetry
A Roan Sow
There is a moral center to the universe It can be tapped into, and understood with ease. Yet, men fail to comprehend it by choice, turning Their faces away from it, even scoffing it. Yet, within the particle of language there is Truth, and stories embodied within the very Words used in that language. Truths which can be expressed. Yet, falsehoods creep in because men reject the truth And rebel against the principles which cause joy. Rather, a certain kind of man has no conscience And no ability to understand truth's Word. For, to them, they wish for evidence from the ground. Digging in the dirt, when the truth comes from places Which are like still air, present, able to be felt. And like stranded men, off a ship with broken sails, Those lost souls turn their frigid ice upon earth's winds To putrefy kindness with frostbite, and deaden Souls with what they have found digging in frozen mud.
Reverse Racism
After Uncle Tom's Cabin swayed the North To their war, and after killing Southern Rebels---their blood stunk like dung heaps in heat--- Some pretentious bastards started work on Turning the culture against itself yet Again. It called "Sentimentalism" Poor art, and thus, went to annex reason From the heart and conscience of man's good soul. It then turned "Uncle Tom" into a foul Pejorative, so it could subjugate My friends, and confuse them enough to call Math racist, Word offensive, and therefore Turn themselves back, yet again, to slavery. For if education is pugnacious To my beloved Black Friend, you will be slaves Yet again, and have been the catalyst.
42 The Answer to Life
The great existentialist work Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Has a super computer rattle out the number 42. In Kabbalah, it's the number God used to create the universe. In Buddhism, it is a sutra. There are dozens of mathematical and mechanical uses for the number. It's a recurrent number in the Bible. It recurs in Egyptian Mythology It is a number which fascinated Lewis Carroll, The Logician and Mathematician who wrote Alice in Wonderland. If I might add my input, I think the number was chosen for its apparent randomness And it's just meant to represent a meaningless universe. As if a super computer took all calculations into consideration And it chugged out a number like it used an equation. Personally, that I can understand that Speaks volumes on the nature of communication.
America
I read a passage by Ben Franklin. Some wise words. He said not to come to America If you wished to be a patron of the arts. Not to come, if you live luxuriously on land estates. Not to come if you wish to attain public office. More importantly, not to come if you're a writer. Americans are valued based on our abilities To work on cars, or smith, or tailor shoes. America is valued for the farmers The blue collar workers And being industrious in a trade And earning a small living Where there are neither abject poor Nor incredible wealth. I find this is the modern struggle That there are gentry born from California orchards And Southern Cotton Fields. There are politicians making obscene money And neither working, nor doing anything But profiting off of their positions. For, Ben Franklin said that didn't happen in America. And surely, Americans remember it in our race consciousness That it was true at a time, That American politicians were not rich. But, more on that Where is my place in this economy? America's founder said this was not a land for poets. Europe was. And I have not the money to move to Europe. Nor do I have the skill to do anything Beside write arcane poems about politics and psychology. God forbid I ever be a governor. But, I'm born with a mind that understands human nature. I offend people with it--- Surely, there is an argument with a woman I am having, which presumes to be that I am stupid For seeing exactly what I've always seen since a child. But, there is nothing in this country to reward that. For it is dead. Our country never needed it A mind like my own For we were mechanics, tailors, farmers, Cobblers, smiths and coal miners. With that said, I ought to have heard it from Ben Franklin himself. I am unwelcome in my own land. My talents unnecessary. However, it is all I am capable of doing. I wonder what he would say about it. If this poem seems critical of the United States It is not. Rather, hearing it from one of our founders has given me great peace. Though, it has also shown me that I am incredibly useless.
They Soil All Joy
The hardest thing to Understand is some people Enjoy wallowing In the mud and basking in The filth; they soil all joy...
Evidence
They will say, "Where's the evidence?" I remember having a discussion With a militant atheist Who wanted Religion to be classified as a mental illness. One of his cohorts came on this blog And when confronted by this fact Told me, "There is no evidence that this conversation ever happened." He'd be right. I whooped the man so bad that he deleted his profile. But, now we recede into the truth of this century That evidence is being destroyed And then it's being asked, "Where is the evidence?" I suppose that the pictures of Babylon and the Tel Dan Stele Isn't evidence enough? I'm sure tons existed But they've scratched the inscriptions off the stones. Of course Babylon existed. It's preserved in Words written by ancient historians. Yet, the evidence is being destroyed So I can point to less and less. There was a documentary on YouTube About how Hitler broke down Church walls Destroyed stain glass windows And tore down crucifixes. And, the evidence doesn't exist. It is forgotten. The evidence now exists in our conscience Knowing this is not how the Earth is supposed to be.
Politeitics
At the Arby’s he sat at the drive-through window. He ordered the Chicken Salad Sandwich, but they discontinued it. So, he ordered a Reuben, and curly fries. He drove to the window, and heard music. It was using every swear word in the book. So, he asked the man at the window, “Do you think that music is appropriate?” The man looked back, and said, “It isn’t even mine.” Shaking his head in disapproval, masking a hint of reverse racist scorn— Even insinuating the music were inappropriate was racist, as was assuming it was his.
A few months earlier, there was a man listening to similar music. He asked that same man, “Is this your music?” The man said, “Yes.” So, he said, “Do you think it’s appropriate?” The man said, “No.”
Perhaps remembering the previous time it happened—that the man at the window were the owner of the music—it inclined him to ask without the formality of finding out whether he owned it. But, being that the second attendant was offended by the mere suggestion of his music being offensive, said, “We’re a laid back generation, and we don’t give…” To which, he replied, “What if a family drove by here, and their children heard that?”
Of course, it was racist because it wasn’t “his music.” To which, making a man an offender for a word, is itself a form of racism. Insinuating he were racist, when four months previously the same question was asked. Perhaps the polities were missing. To which, it was impolite, maybe. But not racist.
And the Reuben was alright. He forgot to ask for Horsey Sauce.
A Letter to Nazis
Dear, Nazis First off, don't call yourselves Christian. Jesus was Jewish. It's a Jewish name. Second off, you probably don't understand your own beliefs. There were common myths in Europe that an "Aryan Race" Distributed their insignias throughout all the Earth And then the belief became popular through a pseudo-Anthropologic Movement, that suggested all of the innovations in human history Were created by an "Aryan Race." This race, they say, ruled over India And carried their culture throughout the world And they believed that all of the mythologies and innovative religions Such as Egyptian, Vedic, Norse, Anglo-Saxon, Greek, Roman and yes, even Christian, Were artifacts of this mythological race. However, if one studies history, It was the Persians who migrated to India Became mixed with the Indians, And thus called themselves "Aryan" And hence, the reason why it seems so. Because from the cradle of civilization Persians carried artifacts from the surrounding areas--- From the cradle of civilization in Mesopotamia--- Into India, and certainly carried them everywhere else. With the help of other cultures, such as Egypt Or Greece, or Rome. Thus, the white race of mythology Is actually the Persian race of reality. Third thing, White people are incredibly barbaric If left to their own devices. Without Jewish thought, they'd be succumbed to savagery As is seen in World Wars I and II. As, the Vikings pillaged Christendom for centuries And as was the two front war fought for many years Between the Northern Barbarians And the civilized Arab and Persian empires to the south. Meaning, civilization came by way of Jewish and Greek traditions Not Norse or White traditions. Hence the term "Greco-Roman." In fact, the whole entirety of Western Thinking Is rooted in dark skinned peoples. The Jews and the Greeks. Whites were tribal and barbaric to the Romans; And posed a threat to civilization for many years. And I think that is sufficed enough to say That just about everything you believe is a lie. It has been Western Empiricism and Christianity That has improved the lives of so many. The first invented by the British---who are a superior culture--- And the second invented by the Jews. Which, it makes sense you subjugated Celts and Jews Because they were, in all technicality Superior to you in every way. So, your own inferiorities Made you lash out against prosperous peoples. Hence I've made my piece, And if you can still be a Nazi despite it Then you are very much like the Nordic Barbarian Whose only innovation was blood and violence.
The Cycle
Mencius said that civilization is like a cycle. There are periods which tyrants reign And silly conversations take place Because of unrighteousness. Then, a noble Sage rises up And strikes a balance by establishing The traditions of long ago. What's interesting about Mencius Is that he was a student of Confucius And Confucius was a student Of the ancient kings. Who were those ancient kings? Were they not ideations and glorifications of the past? Yet, from studying those specters From studying those archetypes Confucius and Mencius forged a happy civilization.
B. K. Neifert 