The True Artist Lives By His Art, or Dies. He Does No Harm to Anyone for not Receiving Him.
A hospital wants to take a child off life support
Without the parents’ consent.
It, by law, says it has the ability to do it,
And it says it’s ethical.
This is what I’ve feared for a long time.
It could be you on that bed.
It could be your child on that bed.
America, in the words of Green Day,
“Give me revolution!”
Because silence is the enemy.
Revolution of Words!
Not just I, but many people
Are worried about this democracy.
Elizabeth Warren could be our first female president.
She’d be a pretty darn good one, too.
As it stands, Pete Buttigieg
Who nobody knows,
Nobody’s heard of…
I saw him in the debates,
And he was wormy…
He wins the Iowa caucus with 26% of the vote.
Warren comes in third.
A socialist comes in second.
Oh, laud him if you will,
These educated voters voted for him
Because he’s Gay and has “Butt” in his name.
As, this is the qualities of a president we want.
Meanwhile, Trump is in office.
He’s looking better every day.
Whatever nonsense is happening,
I don’t think it’s him.
Rather, he said, “I respect all life,”
I hope he does, and stops what I fear is happening.
I petition my president,
But know I don’t want him in office.
I want Lizzy Warren in office;
Why?
Because she’s right for the country.
But with Trump,
Since its inevitable that if Buttigieg won
I would assume Americans would vote for Trump in a landslide,
I know the problems in America are ancient.
I don’t blame Trump for the problems…
I know the problems exist…
But, Mr. President, stop them.
Fulfill your promise,
Because I assure you it is happening.
But, I will vote for Elizabeth.
I will vote in the caucus,
I will use my right to do what every responsible American should.
Do I despise Trump?
No.
Do I truly believe what I’ve said?
Yes.
The reason why is because I have a good primary education.
I worry for this country because the qualifications to run it
Are to have “Butt” in your name, and be openly gay.
This is why…
Here is the whole list of why I’m angry.
You cannot make a living off of what you want.
You can, as a matter of course,
Make a living off of what very rich people are selling.
2. If you spend hours of labor doing something,
The United States says that such work will be rewarded.
But it is not.
3. The United States also says that Speech is Free.
Just today I was harassed
By people trying to trick me into believing it is March or April
Because I have said some inconvenient truths.
4. The Government gets away with murder
For no aims but its own.
It will arbitrarily kill, spy on, and investigate innocent people
For nothing they did wrong;
5. Simply, having an IQ of 157 is enough to get you on a Government watch list
And also being curious.
6. Christians laud the government like it’s the New Zion.
7. They defend it, they vote in officials who send us to war,
8. They scorn fiscal policies that would help the poor.
9. They, in all their gratitude, will kick homeless off of their stoops
10. Tell people they are not allowed to exercise their rights outside of their building,
11. They will call the police on people for saying Jesus in a different language,
12. They will exclude you when you are poor.
13. What’s more, Protestants hate the Catholics.
14. The Pope is wicked.
These things I cannot stand.
Protestants should love our Catholic Brethren
And the Pope should be elected based on his merit;
15. Not his ability to solicit converts through indulging in their sins.
16. I’m angry that we need minimum wages.
17. I am angry that work is all an American lives for
18. And they do not get to have off their holidays or weekends.
19. I am angry at the false conviction rate of the United States
20. That people can be perpetually investigated for nothing.
This is twenty things, and I could go on to 99 if I wanted to.
I’d be a hypocrite
If I said I did not say a swear word or two every week.
It is something I want finished.
It is a part of me I had under wraps
But has welled up in my soul recently
Because I allowed it to.
I said “S***” in a poem
And began, slowly, to say words.
That poem was about a genocide,
But rather than go back and change it…
For it is said…
What I will suggest every Christian do
Is not swear.
It is an ugly thing.
Every time I do it—
Since it is fresh on my mind—
There is an ugly welling up in me
And then a release with that dirty word.
We ought not allow such dirt well from our mouths
To come from our soul
And to be made apparent to someone else.
We are to have self control.
For every time I swear
It is like an ugly thing is welling inside of me…
An ugly, hideous, rotten thing.
And if I express it that one time
It will well in me twice again.
Hideous, ugly, rotten…
Even if I say “Faggot.”
Whatever word—
Define a cuss word, I shall try to do it—
Wells in the soul like a boiling pot of water
And whatever boils the water over,
Onto the burner, and makes a great mess
That is a cuss word.
If there is an ugly feeling in you
And it cannot be expressed except with a cuss word
That feeling is sin.
If it has to be expressed with cuss words,
Don’t—I am being a hypocrite,
But let me be one because I know what it is.
I feel it deep in my soul that every time I swear,
Say “Bitch,” “Fuck,” “Shit” or “Piss”,
I leave them naked for you,
Every time I say them, there is an ugly feeling.
One time I told a man, “Suck on your mother’s breasts.”
That was a cuss word.
Because it welled such an ugly feeling from my soul,
And every oath said, every imprecation,
Though even without intent,
Has the odor of that evil thought and feeling.
It is unclean, and unsavory speech.
We should, and do pray for me,
Cut it out of our hearts
And go to church
And read our Bible.
A fact, and a fact,
And another fact,
Reasons up to a first principle.
A principle,
And a principle, and another principle
Reasons up to an axiom.
An axiom,
And an axiom, and another axiom
Reasons up to a truth.
There are many facts,
Many principles,
Many axioms…
Even many truths…
But logic to a 21st century philosopher
Ends at a fact.
It never gets beyond it.
With that, it is actually what’s illogical.
Humorously, I woke up today thinking it was Saturday.
I spent the whole day, resting,
Relaxing, thinking, “I don’t need to come into work.”
Because it was Saturday.
Not much got done.
No great poems.
No reading.
I had a nice relaxing day
Until I noticed it was Friday,
The song by Rebecca Black echoing in my ear.
Which means tomorrow I’m going to need to get some work done.
If I were a rich man
I would create an academy like Greece.
It would be chartered “The Order of Longfellow.”
We would teach the poor how to read,
We would educate the poor.
We would teach the poor all of the mysteries of poetry.
In this, we would issue out our Associates, Bachelors,
Masters, and Doctorates.
The degree would be free.
It would be about dialogue and discussing the meaning
Of our treasures, from Euclid to Aristotle
From Longfellow to Horus.
We would not teach esoteric interpretations.
We would teach hermeneutics to Fairyland.
We would teach math, science and arts
For no cost.
We would teach the geometry of a Quadratic Equation.
The way a Bachelor would receive their degree
Is by teaching an Associate’s class through and through, after already receiving it.
A Master would teach a Bachelor’s class through and through after already receiving it.
A Doctor would teach a Master’s class through and through after already receiving it.
Privileges would be given to good teachers, to keep a record of good rapport within the organization.
They would be given this privilege by petition
When they will be ready to do their class.
It wouldn’t be about the degree,
But the degree of knowledge one can obtain.
It wouldn’t be about mere accomplishment.
First, one would need to prove they can read and write.
Then, after so,
Two years of intense study would be needed to test for an Associates.
Four years of intense study to test for a Bachelors.
Six years of intense study to test for Masters.
Ten years of intense study to test for Doctorate.
The tests would be written exams
On the meaning of literature;
Tests on the assimilation of knowledge
Into new ideas;
Tests on the principles of math;
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic
Without fluffy organizations babying our members
Or weird sounding acronyms.
It would be difficult.
It would not patronize the poor.
It would, rather, set them free from their bondage.
The goal of the Association would be
To teach the poor.
To give a free education to the poor.
It would take a poor man,
And make him into a rich man
Of understanding and knowledge.
The rich would want our education.
Educating the poor and preserving literature would be our goal.
The classes would be discussions, not rote exams.
The students would discuss their topic for the day,
Be it a Quadratic Equation, be it a Euclidean Principle,
Be it Number Theory, Be it a Wordsworth or Longfellow Poem,
Be it a Literary Theory, be it a Scientific Construct,
Be it a Dialogue of Plato, be it a famous painting.
Those teaching the Doctorates would be graded by their superiors.
Those teaching the Masters would be graded by their superiors.
Those teaching the Bachelors would be graded by their superiors.
Those teaching the Associates would be graded by their superiors.
The teacher would not grade the students,
But the superiors would, to see if work has been done.
That is just one dream I’d have if I were a rich man.
When I speak,
I speak in metaphors.
My family has always stuck by me.
Your god came from Sin.
Muhammad based his god on the
God of Zoroastrianism.
That God was influenced by the Jews.
The Jews who worship the God of Jacob,
Isaac and Abraham.
That God had the power to write Babylon’s destruction on the wall.
But, Muhammad made it another god that you worshiped.
If you want to get the idols out of your heart,
Then stop bowing down to an empty precept.
Because the Zoroasters were Cambyses the II’s
Response to the Monotheism of his father Cyrus,
Who conquered Babylon when Nebunadarian raised Sin
Above the pantheons.
Cyrus who freed the Jews,
And who worshiped the God of the Jews,
The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.
The God of Abraham is el,
Given to him as a name by Melchizedek.
When the heir was passed to Isaac,
It was then given to them as a covenant to the LORD.
But Muhammad stripped the Covenant of Isaac and Jacob from his people
Meaning that he still worshiped el,
Who is Allah,
Who is Baal.
The Covenant which held the Messiah’s seed
Was given to Isaac, and Jacob;
To strip them from the Covenant
Is to strip Christ from salvation
And worship a false, and also not living god.
I enter into this feud.
“Hatred is how we purge it.”
That is what you said.
Then you proceeded to call me
“Balaam’s Ass.”
I have talked with you before,
Oh Balaam, son of Boar,—
So many moons ago.
I’ve been waiting to see you,
So your blasphemy can be purged from my mind.
A fox is your calling card.
Herod, oh Herod,
“He writes much but says little.”
That you said also.
I’ve finally found you.
Now I am satisfied that you are a fraud.
And I can let you be…
You frightened me,
But I recognize your voice.
It is the voice of that Two Horned Beast.
It’s time for you to be exposed.
Balaam’s Ass prophesied
You foolish, foolish man.
Balaam struck it,
And it had done nothing wrong.
Repent, for the Kingdom is at hand.
You had said to me,
“I hate you with perfect hatred.”
Come, let us reason together,
Will you hate your own brother?
Will you call your own brother worthless?
Of course you do.
For you thought God was just like you.
I know God is nothing like me.
I know I am a sinner.
It is written where all men can see it.
Who I am is worthless and unworthy for this testimony.
But draw water from a rock,
And quenched lands from deserts,
My life can also be redeemed by the LORD
Jehovah Jesus Provider, God’s Gift.
B. K. Neifert 