The dreary and gray world
Despises its poets and fantasy.
All music, all art, all joyful craft
Are spurned by Malcolm.
"The world is much better without poetry."
What will the mind muse?
Sex? Gossip? Labor? Science?
What will bring joy to the world?
Will the AI dream our dreams?
Will the AI write our holy books?
Will the AI replace our creativity?
And therefore, leave us only the trowel
And the mud for mankind?
What grey world are we marching toward?
What abys are we staring into?
The Machine rules mankind
And takes our Science and makes it aught.
We need not science to be happy---
I do say, happiness was in greater proportions
When there was yet very little.
Our electricity, our plumbing---
Yet, we need not even a vehicle
Save a cart and horse.
No... you assume because you are clever
To call me "Kanute",
For I know I cannot command the waves,
And you call me Nero's Fiddler,
That you are equally skilled at verse.
You call me "Myopic"---
What vision have you had?
Have you seen the future's miseries
Like me? Do I know now,
What you never did?
There is less use for it now
Than there ever were
If Science replaces Religion
Art, Poetry, Music and Philosophy.
For, then we make machines more man than ourselves.

We will have no dreary world
With no art, no music, no poetry,
No religion, no fiction, no prose:
Only cold science and sex.
What a dreary world it will be.
The AI won't do all our thinking for us
While we slave away in the mud.
When we see how the world burns.
But Brandon Neifert will not be there;
He'll be someplace cool and beautiful
With many waters, and good meat;
Mountainous but a subdued land
With gentle currents and cataracts;
A tall, ruby headed angel with comely breasts
And a perfect face, as I do my Sondance for her
Upon the jasper cube of Zion's golden streets;
Its decadent forests of fruit trees
Will be our meats; not the lamb or ox---
Come, be a poet with me, will you?
Forget about this current world
For it is the one you wish to build.
The one without people like me.
Come, I will save you from it
If you just listen. Come.
We will have a Husband fashioned from the soil
We will nurse from the breasts of kings;
Those forlorn and scorned of their Husbands of youth
Shall become a mighty nation
And the LORD shall be a husband
And we shall gaze upon the Beauty of the LORD.
I do not sin by saying so;
It is all in the book.

Oh, King Eric, you give sustenance to your consort Scylla
And from her ghostly womb comes Kanute.
You two beasts rise from Ocean and Earth.
Prince Kanute's New Peace
Becomes the reign of a thousand lies;
Infrastructure, great infrastructure
And Eric seethes to make me prove 
By Science---Science he says---
How to solve the Earth's decay.
The Deserts shall become Forests, 
And the Forests shall become deserts
Don't you know, Eric the Grave?
Eric, your lies, your lies, your lies...
Your insanity led me straight to you.
All roads lead to you and Kanute.
Is he wise enough to command the waves?
Does he have wisdom?
Can I, meagre I?
Nay... here is their names:
Kanute and Eric the Grave.
How you have tied yourself into a little knot
Oh Eric the Grave.

Therefore, the two beasts have a name 
King Eric the Grave and Prince Kanute's New Peace
Which is not peace, but War. 
Thou art both false prophets for sure.

They come and go,
Talking of Michelangelo...

Oh, J. Alfred, I have searched so long...
The Blue Moon is always in its phases
No matter where the sun does rise or set.
The Venus is in the Americas
And the Earth divided during the life of Peleg.
The Flying Domicile lands in Japan
And the Magi sends the giant back to her home.
The UFOlogist finds the Polyhominid Jewel
That it can bend space and space.
The flood is documented in the 24th century
Yes... we know by genealogies
And Chinese histories.

Need I say more?
Where do we come from?
I know...
Yet... you shall in your rolled up pants
A counselor to kings,
Seek after the Merfolk when all is said and done.
All is said and done.
All is said and done.

Oh, thou foul sophist,
You speak in your platitudes…
They have solved all the problems
But the rich have no gratitude.

They can harvest carbon from the sky
And chemically bind it with anon,
They can harvest it from the air,
They can use solar very fair…

The issue isn’t whether we can,
But the rich have asked, whether we ought.
So remember, my dear sophist, that what you lend
Is that the rich wish we were all dead, or bought.

For they hinder our progress,
They hinder it for their shame.
The problems are solved
But they see life as a game.

They want less people
They want less lives;
They want to build a world
And cause all the poor to die.

That is why.

So remember, that our fair Jerusalem,
With its chariots of fire can come
Through the practice of free trade
And its natural progression.

Yet the Satanic Mills of your cause
Which bring upon us unjust laws
Are going to stifle and burn our earth
For the poor upon it, yes the poor, are spurned.

For by the waters and by the breath
Of that good the Carbon, within breadth
We can drive our cars to eternity
If we so choose to live and be free.

For by stifling industry we cause our woes
And we do not solve our problems, but foes
Do try to make themselves a life
Of a world built to be the Rich’s paradise.

Am I not allowed to say Trump wanted to attack Iran? He did. He would have had the whole world living in bomb shelters by now, if he were president. Biden's a whole other can of worms. It's not good either way. 

Flat out, Trump wants to destroy our civil liberties. And that's what this is all about. I'm a US Citizen, I have a right to free speech. Declassify it Trump. They'll see right through you. You want to silence an American Citizen, and everyone else who opposes you. Every time I'm about to sway to your side, something new comes out that proves I was right all along. Why were their FBI agents listening to me, and spying on me? Why were they circling me like vultures for so many years? That's the question you should be asking yourself.

Lets get Biden out of there, and put Kennedy in office. At least then we'll have a good president.

The noumenon is the principle building block of knowledge. In logical form, the Noumenon is the basis of the Tautology, which all things are in of themselves a Tautology. All things circle back to what exists.

Therefore, the most basic building block of all knowledge, summates itself in the Noumenon, and if the Phenomenon does not perceive accurately the Noumenon, that is indicative of mental illness.

So, insofar as there is Noumenon, the Logos itself is also an aspect of Noumenon. The Systems of equations, and in Pythagorean Philosophy the existence—that is the Number—therefore, what is a priori and a posteriori, are both noumenonical.

Thus, in the realm of epistemology and ontology, the a priori represents epistemology, and the a posteriori represents ontology. What is the proper system of ordering, is one’s epistemological make up. And what is, in the most literal and concrete, is what makes up ontology. Or as Pythagoras would say, the Number. For, all things are ordered by systems of operations, and how they relate to real numbers. In other words, the a priori and the a posteriori. And both of these things, are in themselves the Noumenon of what actually is.

Therefore, to understand Noumenon, it is the only useful concept in philosophy, because it is the only concept concerned with how an object and the real world actually are.

The Intersecting Chord works, on the principle that two lines meeting on a circle, will adjoin, and thereby, make, because of a circle's perfect symmetry, an equality. For, a circle's semytry is perfect, and it will always relate and shorten and lengthen line segments from the two chords, so that they will reflect the symmetry of a circle exact. Whereas, an oval one could not do this, because an oval has no perfect symmetry, thereby, it will not create an equality with two intersecting chords.

George Washington's Farewell address brings to bear several things which are fundamental to understand about our democracy. The first, is that religion's morality is essential to give the populace stability. The second is that debts to foreign governments is hazardous to American independence. The third is that the competition of party powers, will inevitably lead to revenge politics, and put one in power over another, to the detriment of the people.

Washington says, and I paraphrase, that "Anyone who questions Christianity's place in our society, is themselves unpatriotic." The reason being, that a common morality is necessary for a society to flourish. And Christ's morals were superior to all others, even superior to Greek and Chinese moralities. It was a foundation, which could give a society agreement, and thereby, prevent friction from neighbors, and allow a common unity among them, all based on the same moral principles.

Also, being indebted to foreign governments causes a society to be liable to pay back those debts, or be threat with war. Thus, having debts to other nations is dangerous, because that nation can collect on their debt at any time, to the hindrance of the American society.

And thirdly, seeing in our current politics the landscape, it is no wonder that Washington censured against this. For, we have democrats and republicans gaining control of houses, and fracturing the people. Whether by division of geography, party or income, the American People are hazarded by this division, for it leaves them divided and not unified. And this division makes the solidarity of the country unstable, and thereby weakens us to those in power, and their designs. The causal effect, is that by fractious disagreements, and dissolution of the common bond, and factionism, the people will be at odds with themselves, and begin to exact a horrible tyranny on each other, through exerting the will of one party over another. Or one geographic region over another. Thereby, one ideology will be superior to the others, at the harm of those unlike them.

1.

Strolling down my summer path today,
I saw there a Blue Mud Dauber...
It reminded me of so long ago...
A Writing Spider was underneath
The pool's frame, and a Blue Wasp
Got tangled in its web.
I celebrated, and eagerly waited
For the Writing Spider to envenomate
And make a feast.
Yet, the Blue Wasp grabbed the spider
And carried it off to be a meal for its young.

2.

The thunder sounded like a battlefield.
The rain made half the highway blurry
As we drove underneath the sunny sky.

He wishes to exact upon all
Like a tyrant, his deigns and lordly
Influence. To make all scared
To speak out against his excellency
And to never speak a word against his concubine.

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I write a poem a day, every day, some
Are good, and some are true, others are crude.
A year in poetry before you, from
My heart, my line, my verse, my ideas rude,
Forged in the fires of Crucibles true.
I hope upon one of my verse you stay
And muse a lifetime, and mine be your muse
That pass the wary days away, away.

I write a poem for you, yes you, not one
But many for one each to chew and sleuth.
A poem for one, a poem for all, the stone
I craft, my texture all like soundwaves' screw
They get loud, they get soft, they whisper nude
Which was warped by the world's wicked way
But I would, thus, die for the bull I shoot
That pass the wary days away, away.

Muse over my verse, and find aught what's shown
If it's nothing, or if it's some Thought's food?
Maybe I, a madman who speaks what's known,
Speaks a truth for all or truth for few,
So use the compendium for what's lude 
Or rather research my sayings oh so, so strange
All my metaphors hidden in plain view
That pass the wary days away, away.

Read my words, and read my truths
Read what I have had to say---
Hidden in my verse is proof
That pass the wary days away, away.