I stand on the shores of manor blue
Which wash upon the white crests of foam.
The skin of the beach, in its grained
Glory rests, with the discus being thrown
By friends who've never parted.

What better friend than paternal bond
Standing by their son through good and ill?
To summon the courage to provide
For house and hold, and to shield
A man from winters and rains,
From scorching star and the dark
Abyss of night? A good friend
Who loves his sons, especially me.

What I did to deserve it, is naught.
I had taken every ounce of trust
And I have thrown it like the thistle's fir
And scattered it to the wind, 
I have planted seeds
Of tare---yet, you patiently waited
For a garden to spring forth its summer fruit.
And I have. No longer the tare
But my fruit a choice orchard of Nectarine---
And a friend I've had, I shall be thankful.
Hoping one day, to also be a friend like thou art
To me.

Happy Father's Day
Happy Birthday

Sorcery bends the truth,
To where you cannot recognize a lie.

It is not literal magic---
There is no such thing.
Rather, sorcery is the completion
Of a lie, to where it begins to be muddied with truth.

This word,
Translated as Homosexual
In the Bible,
And called unlawful,
Means a man ejaculating into another man.
That is the graphic, and literal meaning.

Amenhotep, you 
Fly with your chariots, yon
That Nuweiba beach.
Yet, the walls of water crash
Down upon you, and the Jews
They flee to Sinai.

There were laity surrounding a prophet,
But a laywoman wanted to interpret,---she insisted.
The prophet huffed to this laywoman, "But if I am unable,
"I am good for nothing, for I am a prophet."
Then, the laity all mocked, and drew knives to kill the prophet.
But the prophet's Father saw just how wicked the laity were!
So, the prophet leapt from the terrace, to escape his listeners' wrath
And was met there, at the nadir, by a lengthy, blind snake.
The blind snake was proud, and buzzed his knape,
And was exceedingly wicked. The Prophet cried out to God
And he was heard, and was delivered from the snake
Through his foresight of the Snake's awful, wicked plans.
Sure, the prophet had a little pride, but murder was never his intent;
Thus will God judge the Laity who do this to a prophet,
By driving him away from his apportioned lot.
For if you make the prophet sorry for his job in this life, what shall he there gain?

Oh. you silly dove.
Your heart is a mind for love
And you amble everywhere
Searching for a heart to share
In your beautiful heart...
Simple things, in that mind dart
To and fro, who shall coo like you
And where to alight and find fruit?
For you are unlike other birds
You silly dove... for first
Upon your mind is true love
As is the innocence of a dove
That first and foremost on her mind
Is love, to be shared with in time.

For it is so with all the righteous
That they primarily search for lucious
Truth, and deep seeded friendship 
And their Turtledove, with courtship
They dance their mating ritual
And finally, they come to mutual
Acquaintanceship
And finally the most intimate touch of relationship.

Of all the things I
Hate in our modern world,
I have to say there's
Good, too. A man, being who
He truly is, is not judged.

Oh, thou Prince? You say, "The meat shall stay in the cauldron."
For, in your heart you figure it is unclean for the people
To be plucked out of Zion, and taken to foreign lands.
For, they shall throw a bag over your head, and dig through your walls
And take you to Babylon, where you shall be killed and dishonored.
For, you believe, "The priest shan't pluck the sacrificial portion
"From the pot, while the sacrifice is being prepared,
"So shall the people of Zion be behind her impenetrable wall."
Ezekiel is saying, it is not so. You shall be taken alive, and killed.
So also the Prophetesses, who do their vain dance,
Trying to catch a soul with a pillow---I still cannot understand it
And shan't be allowed to, for it is pure mischief and sorcery;
No, it is but vanity, and delusion. You hop forth, and try to capture souls
And you prophesy to the LORD's people vain visions to cause them sadness.
They come to you for the truth, and you whisper to them,
"Oh, you are wicked, wicked, a man of trembling!"
But the LORD did not make him sad!
Then, you go to the wicked man, and promise him all prosperity
All freedom, all assurance in his vice, for he struggles with sin
And you slyly smile that he has his demons and they rule over him
Just like yours rule over thou.