My heart is steadfast O LORD. Through the winds and rains And trials, I shall not leave off my meditation of You. You are Good, and in the abominable time You give sustenance, and hope. LORD, where shall I turn to If not You? The Heathen have a device against Your people To strip them of their bread And poison their soil. To keep the poor of Your people Without bread, And to make the homeless bend and stoop. LORD, I seek You with my eyes And I give You my heart all the day long. My heart languishes for You Yet, I will wait for my portion For You are my prize. Does my portion come from kings Or acolytes? Does not my worship ascend to the heavens And does not my honor come from You? Does not my soul wait for the prosperity And the latter rains? I will wait patiently on You O LORD, For I shall not give a second glance At the idols of the heathen. For kings do not give me benefits And powers and principalities do not give me my reward. It is You, LORD, Who is my portion and my prize. It is You, o LORD, Who I will wait upon For the latter rains And the pleasant rains in their season. Selah.
Category: Poetry
Poetry for the Proletariat
Poetry must be for the proletariat. For if an idle word is uttered By an author whose thoughts are high--- Burn the past, live in the present Spoil the future on a whim.
Splitting
The Kingdom of Heaven wages Its war against the Kingdom of Shadows. A sore battle all must Set out to glory's field. Rages That war for all human ages Where the soul must bastion its love And forfeit all of worldlust. It must purge all of its hatred. In my poesy all of my good Wages war with all of my bad. And only by respite in Christ Do we receive our daily food To purge our soul of all its slag. My poetry is this good fight.
Life and Death
A Hapsburg raises his cup from the cozy; A Bourbon stirs sugar into the dark Italian Roast. There is life and death in the Power of the King.
Poetry is Listening; Haiku
Reading a poem is About listening to its Author's deepest thoughts.
Other
The beauty of the human soul Is that darkness lurks within it Yet it pretends like that darkness Does not exist in most others. It peers into its deep follies And it comforts itself with words: "It does not exist in others." So, it hides itself from others. Those who have not the luxury Of their offenses deeply hid, When revealed to those other hearts They shrink back scared, wishing to hide. No, not to hide from the danger But to hide from their own naked Shame; that the sorry story seen Could so easily be their own. Yet, society can't function With that stark shame open to all. If accepted it in others, We'd understand the chaos. So. We hide it in ourselves rightly For the shame within us, it is Common, yet reveal it to all And men become hated by all.
Refuting a Demagogue Part II; Not You
No, I'm not talking about you. Perhaps it is that you don't understand That educated men have taken the Idiot's Thoughts, construing it to launch a crusade Against religion. But this Idiot, Misjudging Christianity as the force of evil in the world Mistakes what is something primal For something artificial. Wars between Prods and Papes Are as equal as a civil war Defining what slavery is. And it is hardly a thing common to religion Slavery. Obviously, Your impression of Christianity Is that we like to kill people who disagree with it And that we go around starting Nazi revolutions And banning books about evolution. Silently, I understand your contemplation Though simple. Reality is often nuanced And often bad men have no real ideology beside power. It is that, since the worst of humanity has been touched in this soul To understand what it is that drove Hitler. And certainly it was not the teachings of Christ. Christ, who would be despised by Hitler As Jesus is a Jewish Name. I look at you, And see you influenced by the same Idiot I'm talking about Giving your factoids about how Nazis censored Things which they deemed destructive to the "Volk". You are likely not wise enough to understand it. I do, however. Religion unites a people So does skin color So does nationality. And you reject the fact That the religion was going to be a bait and switch Where men replaced Yah with Thor and Odin. No, it was not Christianity. It was human nature. As simple as a Blood and Crypt killing each other on Harlem's street That is as simple as the in-group out-group phenomena Which you blame on my humble religion. Often my religion has been in the out-group And persecuted by all men... At least the true devotees to my religion. You rage, you rant But I do not blame you for your mistake. I understand what you're saying. But I understand it is easy to look at the artifice And see Hitler built a tower with the remains of Christian mortar. In that, I suppose you're right. It is the worst of religion But it is also the worst of Atheism: It is the worst of ideology; As you do not see it, But I see in your atheism the same kind of destructive heresy That led Catholics into the Dark Ages And led Hitler to slaughter millions of my people. Perhaps you will not see it because you are blinded by it. And with that, It is why I silently bow away from you And let you be led by your Idiot leader. When you want true wisdom, Come here and read and drink From Brandon's Water.
Some Lies Are Sown
Some lies are sown by the minds of worthless Men, who, knowing that they have lost their war, Will seed a tare of doubt to germinate Many decades later. It is cunning At its finest, to fallow the soil Of another generation to take Up the Burdens of the Past and spill blood. By it, crafty Fascists tilled Christian men's Hearts, and sown their seeds into the future Through ignorance of the past, and factoids. Some fascists place condemnation on tongues So to wag at long forgotten heroes. Others sow their seeds, using Christ's good name To then crucify devout believers. All the while a chorus sings their hymn To summon bestial intelligence,--- To blaspheme what is holy in heaven And to call what is beautiful, grotesque.
One Thing You Said was True
I study the Nazis Because I am both a Christian and a Jew. And when I see a leader who cares nothing for the faith Using it to tear down our institutions I know soon my faith will be a target itself. The fact remains that the danger Is a man who claims to be a good Christian But then he introduces destructive philosophies To the church. And uses that church As an institution to burn away the saints. On that point you are right. But, still, you have no understanding. You blame my faith for Hitler's folly. It was not my faith. That is why I resisted it Where I saw it.
Our Science
Modern Law--- Earth rotates--- All things were wrong, Galileo. Separated from God For one moment--- The Earth span And I felt our science. I awoke to a cold sun Gray in the windowsill; Creation's rhythm unsynchronized So that all on the earth teetered. All of our daily chores Frustrated, providence hadn't Ordered our goings to or fro. All were given unto chance. It felt like vertigo.