Category: Poetry

Ekphrasis

"Brittos, armed in warcloth 
"And a shaft with bronze tip 
"A wooden oaken shield 
"With Noe’s boat on the lip.

"The shaft, carved for twelvemonths 
"With the scrimshaw of wins 
"Gingerly shaved with knives; 
"A beater of knaves tens.

"The shield with Behemoth 
"That tusk ’ed elephant 
"Oak to ebony etch’d 
"In tusks, the pliant rim (Neifert, 144)."

Neifert, B. K.. Excerpt from "The Ode of Brittos" from Fairyland. Kindle Direct Publishing, 2020.

Abide the Snow

How I love Thee, oh Stately King
The worlds seen from Thy peak.
Beneath Thee, Thy black Princes' tor
Gather by the valleys for war.

It, the breath of Heather Blossoms
Stain the rocks with liquid crimson;
The Princes reign above the lot
Of men, who upon earth, the gods

They have all stopped believing in.
Thus, Mount where the Nard Flower's sin
Had grown, and the harlot's love washed
Thy foot, Thy fragrant soils soft,---

Thy Statehood beams upon the breadth
Of all worlds and cloudy hex.
Thy peak is worshiped for its height;
Princes beneath Thee ready fight;

And the steeples of thy Welkin
Ring, for Thou art the very vault in
View of those who see Thy splendor;
And raiment of the Prisms wore

Thou upon kneck and ivory knape---
The sash of Thy Kinghood---irate
That the very dogs Thou wished good
Sought to steal from we poor our food.

Neifert, B. K.. My Collected Writings. Kindle Direct, (C)2021. pp. 198.

Philosophy, Theology, Sociology, Psychology

I believe in a simplistic vocabulary.
Theology has its eschatology, Christology, and a monopoly on Hermeneutics.
Philosophy has its ontology, epistemology, metaphysics.
Sociology has its, Marxism, Feminism, Diversity and Inclusivity. 
Psychology has its self love, bias and worldview.

Esoteric constructs... Each a rabbit-hole which you go down and never arrive at a truth.

What's more important to me is the useful concepts. Word, Id, Libido, Ego, Super-Ego, Anomie, Weltschmerz, Thanatos, Eros, Love, Agape, Truth, Catharsis, Cathexis, Husband, Wife, Form, Archetype.

Empathy is important. Experiencing what others experience. The sum of Word is how Word communicates and helps us share in one another's experiences.

Freedom is that men get to go down their rabbit holes. In this society, I am as free to pursue God as another is free to pursue wealth. And another is free to pursue health. And another is free to pursue lovers.

Men can create their terms---
Can espouse their views---
Build their worlds---
Express their thoughts.

The thing I see in society---
The true cancer---
Is that nobody wants to listen.
If we did, we might not be as enamored by our differences
And we might be enamored by our similarities.
Few pursue thoughts;---
Few chase the world found in other's eyes.
We're always thinking when dealing with a person
That we are dealing with a species different than ourselves.
Perhaps in modern day we are---
That disunity is creating the pathologies we see.

The Number of the Beast

XξÇ

The X for six hundred
Means one signs.

The Csi is the name of Allah, and is sixty
Which one signs their name to.

The C is the symbol for six
And is what the currency symbol will be.
It is also 666, or two thirds a man.
Israel uses Base Ten Math,
And .999 is equal to one in base ten math.
.666 is equal to two thirds.
The Mark is a multitude with their spirit divided from their soul and body.
The name of the beast is Sin.

Sin was the Babylonian God
Whom the Babylonians worshiped,
And replaced Samas whose laws were like Yahweh's.
Sin worship required the virgins
Defile themselves in the town Square
Before they could ever be married.
Allah is a derivative
Of the Moon Goddess Sin,
Whom the Babylonians Worshiped
Right before God wrote their destruction upon the wall.
Allah was the name of an Arabic Moon Goddess
Deriving its meaning from the goddess Sin.

Therefore, the name of the beast is Sin
And the number is two thirds of a human being;
A human being with their Spirit divided from their soul and flesh.

It will be a Crypto Currency
Implanted in the forehead or right hand.

The Blue Bird

We artists are the Blue Bird;
Red chest; we wear the sky as a raiment.
Sell Outs, Marketers, Editors...
They are the Blue Jay
Which dig in their beaks
Wetting our feathers with blood.
They come, knowing only how to consume.
We Blue Birds come, only knowing how
To sing and be beautiful.
Unfettered Nature favors the Blue Jay;
Yet from where I come from
The Blue Jay is a pest
While the Blue Bird is a lovely gift of God's creation.
Build us our little homes
Which the Jays and Crows cannot fit.
For, soon enough we will no longer
Be an endangered species.

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You Do Not Have to Partake of This

I was in school,
And then the gates of hell opened.
"The age of Athena has come."
Suddenly, a loud voice Spoke above the winds,
"I am Jesus Christ, Jehova -Jyra, Yeshua Hamashiach,
"And I AM Who saves you.
"Come to me!"
And I was sucked into a school bus
And on the school bus was a bully.
God said to me, "Some of you here
"Will go to hell, but will also witness
"The splendor I have given my servants."
I knew I was saved
As the white clouds and verdant landscapes
Flew beneath my feet, to where I would now go.
But the bully would perish.
Then, I was raptured above
And there were multitudes running a marathon.
A Giant stood, and where He stood
The ground began to fissure
And a lake of fire bubbled up from beneath.
The multitudes ran toward the fissure,
And it divided the multitudes
So the multitudes fell into the burning lake of fire.
And they fell in, running along the sides of the fissure
And some of them would slog through the lake of fire
Their feet burning to the bones, until they fell in and were no more.
Then the LORD then said unto me,
"Brandon, look upon my Wrath.
"You will not partake of it."
And there remained a black, tar slough
Where the dead, like fish out of water,
Would gasp for air like the bubbling of a tar pit.
And they were no more.

Imagine; A Satire of John Lennon

I've imagined there's no heaven
I've imagined there's no hell.
I've imagined there's no possessions
It's far worse than you can tell.

I've imagined there's no countries
And all were under the brotherhood of man.
There'd be no freedom to die for
There'd be nothing but the Brotherhood's hand.

I Imagine all would be silent
And imagine his song enforced.
I Imagine all things were given
By the Brotherhood of Man's gun's force.

I have imagined the lyrics
I have thought about his song.
To me it's an anthem of despair
And it can only go so very wrong.

Men are all so differet.
Men are not all wise.
To force all men to conform
And never share their lives

It would be the most boring world
One with only peace:
For men would live in silence
And there'd be no children playing in the streets.

Sometimes what divides us
Is the very best of this world.
What men fight and die for
Is the greatest, valued pearl.

If men were wholly thoughtless
If men were wholly slaves
Then John Lennon's world
Would be there to all men save.

His world cannot contain us
For men are so very diverse...
To force all men as converts
To a world which censored verse...

It wuld be the hell I fear most
It would be a world untrue.
It would be a world of pieces
All held together by tyranny's glue.

I say it couldn't work out...
It is only a dream...
For blood would be the War Shout
With "Peace" fought for in the streets,

He was only a dreamer...
Not a wise man you see.
For I can imagine a world of peace
With religion and countries...

It would be ruled by our Father
And His glorious Son.
He would not be a Tyrant
And we'd all have our blessed freedoms.

A field to pasture;
A few friends to love.
Food in our stomachs
And men would live by good.

For verse is my most cherished right
To write and to read the words
Which men have fought and died for
And without them, it couldn't be much worse.

I believe in poetry.
I believe in good.
I believe in freedom.
And on that hill I stood.

John Lenon's world's a pipedream
One which knows not how things work.
And I know if you really imagined it
It wouldn't be as good as it once looked.

Neifert, B. K.. My Collected Writings. Kindle Direct, (C)2021. pp. 407 - 409.

Cursed Islam

What is religion, if not a purifier of the heart?
If religion teaches you to curse
Or if religion teaches you to hate
Or if religion teaches you to deceive
What use is it?

If religion teaches you to subjugate
If religion teaches you there are races greater
And races lesser, if religion teaches you
That anything beside the Heart
IS what God looks upon for judgment
What use is it?

What religion must force converts
And kill and threaten
And tell its people to lay up hatred in their heart
What use is it?

It is a cursed religion.
One which I hate.

In the Bible, God, when He lives upon the Earth
The God of the Jews and Christians,
When He reigns for one thousand years
He will permit all faiths to exist;
Yet, the knowledge of His law will be preeminent
For it is even above His name.
God, for Him to be just, 
Must hold truth above even His own holiness.
That is why Christians are taught never to lie
While Muslims, their faith is a lie.

Bone Wars

Penniless, penniless
Two geniuses were made.
What man, being wise
Doth with perfect knowledge
Guess first all presumptions true?
For a mistake, friends were made enemies---
A moot mistake of pedantic dragons.

The sky is like the fumes of a furnace's smoke
The embers dashed upon the mountains.
The lightning flashes, the thunder's war,
The eerie Indian Rain casts ember's glow upon all things
Enshrouded by smoke.

Criticize me for a mistake I made,
But know I am not a god.

For the wickedness of the feud
Was theft, bribery and violence
For the sum of fortunes made by digging up bones.
Flash twice, thou lightning,
For two wicked foes
The thunder rolls.

I am imperfect, and should a man
Pour over my work to find
A detail wrong or a comma splice...
A "then" spelled for "than" or vice versa---
Do not be like Marsh and steal from me.
Do not pedantically search my words for a place to pounce.

I am not like Cope. I shall weep bitterly
For the fire in my heart would dim
Like the sunset's furnace.
The smoke of my cloudy sky would be snuffed out.
I have tried with all my prowess to give the summation of my thoughts.
For, I am a poet, not a historian.
I am a poet, not a scientist.
I only speak what is the science of the soul...
What are the Forms lying beyond this world.
And my science is accurate.
It decries the hidden wisdoms of the world.

Neifert, B. K.. My Collected Writings. Kindle Direct, (C)2021. pp. 403 - 404.