Am I limited with writing Like I am with the piano? In the Piano, I cannot play All the scales, nor transition Into new movements. My piano playing is derivative. My notes are true; My rhythm is succinct and on time; Yet, am I, like with my music, Unable to play in different scales? Limited to a few Jazz Chords And the same basic scaled melody? I struggle to invent new songs Because I don't understand melody; It is foreign to my brain. I cannot create melody Because I cannot understand how. I can appreciate it in music; I crave it in what I listen to. But, I cannot form a melody. I cannot play in different scales; Only C Major, A Minor, C Minor and D Minor. I have a basic understanding of chord progression; But, I simply do not understand melody. I cannot understand melody. Is it also so with the profession I chose?
Category: Poetry
Death and David
At the pit of hell, two men arose. The first was evil, that very death. The second was good, that very angel Who would overwhelm and defeat The serpent in battle. Both received the same command. "Go, do what you please, "Eat, drink, feast on women's fruits of love "Murder, steal, do what your heart pleases "For God has given you the desires of your heart "Which are to sin. For the good being "Among you two, is the one who does these things "And the being who blasphemes, "He will surely die the death of a sinner." So it was said, yet was it from God? The answer is no. For I saw this in vision And realized the one who restrained himself From wicked deeds, this was the murderer? For, is it God's command to reap havoc And destruction, and to destroy? Was this truly God's voice speaking? If a Word can be the sum of separation from God What of His covenant that Whosoever believes in Him Shall not perish, but have eternal life? He who "Blasphemes the Holy Spirit" That is continually reproaches the living God, He is the one who is destined, and shan't be forgiven. For God's commandment is not to sin. It is not God's voice which says, "Sin, "And show the world what all can be forgiven." God's voice and command is not to sin But to abstain from all sin, even resisting it To the point of death. Thus, it was Satan's voice which spoke To both of the angelic beings who emerged from the pit. And the one who sits and writes this today Testifies to the truth, that sinners shall never be forgiven If they desire to continue in their sin.
The Parable of the Archer
It's said that men are like an arrow Shot from a bow And their paths are determined To fly true; or Sink or raise, And, thus, stray off the mark. I say all men are like arrows shot by A blind Amateur, Who when encountering Christ If so they chose Him, Will miraculously Hit Him, like an arrow might hit a rock And divert directly into The bull's-eye Perfectly straight and without fail.
The Problem of Free Will
It remains true that all things Have their cause. We are also free to choose. At every temptation, At every hardship. At every rough spot, There is a choice between two paths, Both paths caused by the temptation. Which path we take, Which were caused by the temptation Is where humans have choice. Nobody is determined to be a bad person; So if a series of unfortunate events Occur in life, One has the choice to resist temptation; That same person has the choice To spill blood.
The Problem of Evil
It is precisely that men are not good That is why there is evil. There is nothing which says life must be suffered Except the human proclivity to cause suffering. The man who says, "There is so much good in humanity," Does not actually know humanity. If he did, he would say something quite different Especially if for his whole life he were on the receiving end Of the general populace's cruelty.
Dear, Homosexuals
Dear, Homosexuals The reason homosexual marriage cannot be accepted, is because it is a slippery slope leading to the exact problems we see today. By you gaining your right to marry, I have lost my voice. By you being protected, I have lost the right to criticize it. Sin is sin. And when sin takes root in a society, it overturns it and throws the whole world upside down. How many things have been done to me, and the country accepts it? It's the decadence of Rome. Something must destroy wicked institutions, and if not common law, then it is the sword which comes barreling down upon it from the Northern Lands. For a country has no right defining marriage in a context other than what's natural to human beings. Without that standard, Freedom and the fidelity of Worship and the very social fabric collapses. And that collapse comes from many different conspiracies, all working together to cause a nation harm. Simply put, frustration brews when its allowed, and boys and girls increasingly make the choice because it is easy. The very notions of truth begin to dissolve, and at the last, there is nothing left in the culture worth standing on. Simply because a capital offense is legalized and then encouraged. You might say, "Aha! The Sabbath is a Capital Offense!" And rightly it is. Are middle income workers gaining or losing in this economy? Oh, there's other sins in this country like greed, yet the hedonism shown in this culture is at a point inconceivable to previous generations. It is exactly what the Founding Fathers warned would happen in the society. As, they studied Rome and Greece, and they knew well that it was the decadence which lost them their right to choose leaders. And that same decadence is here in America corrupting the very fabric of civilization to a point where happiness is far away and almost unheard of. What you must understand is that Law is a part of order. It is to be established based on what is natural to human flourishing. Laws are constructed in benevolent societies to order to produce the most amount of human happiness. When laws outright legalize something heinous and corrupt---such as murder---the society ceases to function. It, rather, falls apart. And though it lasts in name for a thousand years, it is complete misery for the people who live in it. What needs to be understood is that every sin has consequences on the world around it. Every sin, if accepted or tolerated, erodes at the social wellbeing of the civilization. To where, freedoms are given up for the decadent right of hedonism. In exchange for pleasure, we give up our sacred rights to speak, to think and to assemble. And it is directly correlated, and it is directly being shown and prophesied to you. I say this, having witnessed a time where men were pure. Homosexuality wasn't even a word, let alone would the concept cross our minds. Rather, it entered into the world by my sin, and also yours and others. And by that, it was given a name, and by naming the sin it became normal. Love is so fundamental to society, and without it, society cannot be happy. When Sodomy, Catamy, Sadomasochism, Serial Monogamy or Polyamory and Paramours are accepted as normal behaviors, what of love? What of marriage? What of the solvent bonds and trust built between two partners? There can be none, because every man and woman one meets are corrupted by selfishness and the world around them. And as a result of that, nobody is happy anymore; they may have fun, but not true joy. And that is because sex is made an idol and the very Love I worship is polluted in the name of a pleasant sting. Can two men raise a child? Or two women? No. Not if those two are sexually promiscuous with one another because the sex homosexuals have is selfish. It can neither produce offspring, nor is it reciprocal. I as your friend tell you this: Homosexuality is a sin because it is selfish. And because it is selfish, it makes people selfish. And when people are selfish, people are not loving. And when people are not loving, happiness fades away.
Babylon Bee!!!!!!!!
Why did you threaten to sue the New York Times? Are you for Freedom of Speech? Or against it? Why don't you sue YouTube for shaving your video views Or do something constructive like that? Now, you're setting the precedent for abridgments of speech Through frivolous lawsuits. Your brand is worthless if you don't uphold the citizen's right to criticize. That, my dear friends, is called hypocrisy.
The Cure
Bodily illnesses need a physician. Spiritual illnesses need a priest. Mental illnesses need a sage. If one breaks an arm, one must let it heal In a cast, and rest it for may days. If one is consumed by bitterness Or flashes of uncontrollable lust, One must rest from the source of the bitterness or lust. If deluded, or depressed one must rest, To allow the ancient wisdom of accountability to soothe their soul. Sages have found in all mental strife An error of judgment, be it one's perception about life Or one's desire, unmet. Good men often suffer; Bad men often feel no pain. Yet, to heal from mental illness, the Sage tells the opposite Of a Therapist. He does not say become more worldly But, rather, one must forsake the world And learn to have peace. Not to embrace suffering and reach nirvana. Not to say suffering is life's chief end. Rather, feast at the appointed time, Fast at the appointed time, Make love at the appointed time, And shun embracing at the appointed time. The mental woes of our modern age Are guilt and shame. All have guilt; all have shame; Therefore, it makes deluded and depressed minds. At the end of the burden comes numbness. Rather, the Sage Philosopher teaches To become more sane by loving those around oneself. To love those who one sees To accept that love is going to wound More profoundly than enemies. To accept this fact, and understand That we ourselves have wounded many, too. The modern sickness is of the soul; It comes from a sickness in society: Men must be selfish in order to eat; Men must accept they cause other's starvation; They compete and burden others with their status. For all men to eat, it would take a righteous confluence Of one's own soul with the souls of others. To truly unburden the self of suffering Requires one to escape from the self And merge one's identity with others, Merge identity with God, family and friends. Yet, the mental sickness encountered today Is the succoring of the self And the abandonment of spiritual things And the abandonment of love.
Veritable Divinity
The Pharisee would walk the streets with his hands Over his eyes, in order to avoid the sight Of a beautiful woman or a sinful idol, Which would catch an ever wandering eye. Confucius said suffer a woman to drown Rather than take her by the hand to save her. For tradition to these men was the way to cleanse souls. Was Confucius a Pharisee, probably. However, good, he had concluded, Is self evidently so; and good must Be part of one's daily habit. For tradition Finds its root in ancient established laws. For he saw that goodness established customs And then those customs would be later core To the felicity of human government. Just like Moses' law established justice So did the law Confucius base his judgments On establish. For, good is good by the sake Of its being inherently good. 'tis A tautology, sufficient in itself; For reason cannot exist without tautology Or self evident truth; thus, Confucius based His philosophy on self evident truths That man needs to love and so order his Respect with those filial bonds which are formed For the sake of human happiness. Yet, like all men with an ideology He and the Pharisees forgot the exceptions To the rules established; that if a rule Contradicted the course of humanity's love It was to be rejected; and this is why Christ Is preeminently divine, that though Confucius saw the Legalists as fools He invariably was one. And Christ is not.
A Father’s Day Poem
’A Father’s Day Poem Through the glean of ocean sprays Lights shed upon th’ valleys lay A world of right and wrong. Upon that world there is a crown For ones who know wh’ is renown A love wrought for a song. Love knows no treasure great or small That is wrought by men’s many laws F’ whose distant cities long. Cities lay upon a hill Cast by ocean mists be still White rains to look upon For emerald sheaths and spires Raise to rye ruby towers Yet to us t’is a fog. Long the fellows wait for more The ocean’s breath, distant shores Awaitings ne’er be wrong. For God ‘as giv’n a life And you time to see the light Of ‘t prospers of thy sons. Happy Father’s Day Neifert, B. K.. My Collected Writings. Kindle Direct, 2017. ©2017 B. K. Neifert All Rights Reserved
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