I listen closely to your advice---
And nare say you were no poet.
Heckling my peers in this current time
Will not win me the victory.
Naught will my work be sold for gold.
For what is gold, but empty?
Yet, for a fair wage will I be satisfied,
For even Leonardo was fed by patrons.

Endless torments and perpetual motion---
Conspiracies of Congress---
I know not.
Rather, of a subtle form of wisdome
Do I chew upon, like the ox or lamb---
Does Congress plot?
Do perpetual motions exist?
I know of the moon perpetually
Swinging around the Earth
Makes currents in the oceans.
I know Atoms forever spin their electrons.
Does Congress Plot?
I do not know---

You, with your mistakes, have
Done many ill reputed crimes---
I too.

A Satanic school of poetry
Cannot be attested to a prophetic voice---
Though, like Balaam, the prophets can err, too,
In heart and deed, but not in word.

Southey's verse is dull, 
Like a dry, tasteless wine---
I am generations removed
From him, and his work is rare.

Yet, Southey won Poet Laureate
Because his verse was what is enduring.
It reflected the novelists'
Who would later win your ancient hearts.

I, I am an Anachronism.
Bringing to the modern age
Wisdom it ought never forget.
Truths of Religion, truths of Science
Truths of Brotherhood.

To leave my work to posterity
Would be foolish---
For Southey was wise.
Was he not?
He saw the full fame and success
Of his poems, no sooner, and no later---
A man with an Elephant's memory
Who engineered verse laden with facts
Like a Courtroom's dry conversation.
Yet, he was beloved and read by many.
For that, I call him wise.

For you, living until you were thirty
Could not have lived more luxuriously
And for your politics was destroyed.
Democracy came to England---
And it left because of men like you.
Not men like me.

As a child---
None want to remember this---
I had excuses for why
I didn't do my homework.

To know the real reason---
For look at me,
Don't I love to learn?---
Was because I was miserable
In my school environment
And didn't want to spend 
My hours of relief doing it.

Now, I have another excuse.
I do not want to be unhappy.
For, is that not the sad state of everyone
Working a career?
Sweating every day, 
In major loads of debt just to survive,
Working for someone who can fire them at
A given moment
Without loyalty,
Without just compensation,
Without fixed hours or rest?

It's not that I'm lazy---
I love to work.
It's just, I want my chance to forge
My own work for myself.
But everyone wishes me to never obtain it.

Why can't I be a writer?

Am I a dreamer?
Or am I the good poet?
Do I write for sect
Or creed or to change worlds?
Or, do I write lovely truths?

Am I a man who
Wishes to conquer, or am
I a man who needs
To understand Eternal 
Breaths and dark utterances?

Do I want peace, or
Do I wish to vex mankind
With a paradise?

Frogs turn into Toads---
For what differs them
Is the stage of a tadpole.

Platypi evolve from birds
Which evolve from dinosaurs.
Which, Platypi are a mammal
Which lay eggs---
Probably, the Platypi became a Marsupial
But also came of a live birth.
Therefore, man has an ancestral link
With the dinosaurs.

In an Amphibian's cycle
The entire process of evolution occurs.
First, the egg, then the fish, then the salamander.
The salamander then becomes the lizard.
Or the salamander then becomes the snake.

The walking fish is another mystery...
Yet, how can mammals evolve from two separate
Species?

The Dinosaur is a lizard
Which evolved from an amphibian,
Which evolved from a fish,
Which evolved from a mollusk
Which evolved from something else.
A man is an ape, which evolved
From a Marsupial, which evolved from
An Ornithorhynchidae
Which evolved from a bird
Which evolved from a dinosaur
Which evolved from a lizard.

Christians, let's not be hasty
To throw away God just because of this fact.
For, God's omnipotence is beyond our own understanding.
Remember, two unequal lines can be equal, if they belong to a circle.
Very counter intuitive, yet mathematic and scientific nonetheless.

 

For those who credit religious feuds
With the ancient notions of tyranny,
The Crusades were fought for territory;
The Reconquista was fought for the same.
Yet, a war, where Christianity enflamed,
Sent thirty million to their deaths, with most
Cruel and unusual religious laws, so
Base and sadistic, it made the sexes
Unable to mingle with each other;
The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom of Peace
Was its name; Theocracy in China
Led the British into the frenetic
War, which raged for fourteen years, and total
Desolation havocked China's Eastern
Countryside, where the Christian Cult entrenched.

Some eight years after Christ had died,
Paul visited James and Peter.
He was then given this first creed;

"He is God
"Who died
"And was Raised."

The reason Smollett is guilty---
I foolishly believed him
And even said it was a biker gang---
Is because the Osundairo brothers were seen in film
As persons of interest on the night of the false report.
Jussie said he was smoking "Weed"
To increase the validity of his alibi
As to why he was personally with the Osundairo brothers earlier that day;---
Which discredits his claim, as he's confessing to a DUI willfully
To give his perjury credibility, which is a common lying tactic--- 
While driving, he, note HE, said he passed
The staircase where the attack happened four times
Earlier that day with the Osundairo brothers.
Not to mention there is the 3,500 dollar check
Given to the Osundairo brothers.
But the real stinker, is the connection of the people
Of interest that night to the Osundairo brothers
Whom Jussie obviously knew personally.

Jussie is guilty as sin.

I understand you.
Sheltered, never having had responsibilities.
Work seems so difficult.
To even edit or speak something for an hour
On any given day
Must be hard.

The amount of work I do
My Anchor Account,
My Books--
I look at what you've produced in three years,
And I've done more in three months.
I understand it must be exhausting
To have something wise to say---
That's the first step.
Find something to say.

It took me fifteen years of hard work---

I don't tease you.
I worked a few jobs---
While your labor is supposed to be intellectual
My labor is supposed to be physical.
I cannot do physical labor.
But, I can do intellectual labor.
And intellectual labor I do...

It's funny how work is subjective.
Your family expects you to do work like I do.
While my family expects me to do work like my brother.
What comforts me is Leonardo da Vinci
Came from a Notary's family.
That rank would be like a middle class clerk.
It is my labor---of my class-which I do;
If I'm endowed with Genius, then so be it.
But, I understand you.
I'm being told to do something I can't.