It was said If men sent two rockets To outer space; one were Atheists with Modern Science And the other Christians. They both would colonize their planets. The first would cease to be men at all within a generation. While the second would find pasture and retain what made humans noble.
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On Yin
I watch thou speak... Always on destiny Always on causation. Turning wheels are man’s mind; Gears, leavers. What is bad is bad. What is good is good. Bad men are bad men. Good men are good men. There is no choosing for either. The lesser things go to war; The religious things are merely a product Of things upon things upon things upon things. Years, upon years, upon years, upon years. Line upon line upon line upon line. Here a little, there a little. I listen to you speak Relegating man, analyzing him as if man were a beast. Yet, your brother Yang Sees the soul within a man And attributes it to science. It is a soul nonetheless that he sees--- He sees the good, the volition, the capability for order. The rational mind. He plainly sees what is good in man. You see it, and say it is religion’s job to order it. He sees it, and says religion hinders it. I see it, and say it is a little of both. Yet, Yang is wiser then thou for seeing it. Thou seest it, and claim it is irrational. It is not. It is wholly rational. More pleasure comes from it than not. I silently look at both things And say, “God created it.” Neither can prove, nor disprove, God. Neither rational morality Nor irrational morality. For morals are rational--- It is just also true that most men cannot understand why. Sages spend lifetimes striving for one solitary truth. And when two sages find it, Then they war among one another. It is not that either’s truth is any less true; Only that both men cannot conceive of the other man’s truth. Both truths are true. And both men, knowing their truth, War with the other. I, I look to Christ. He was a genius superb above all other men. Godly intelligence; I read Moses, seeing the most controversial laws Are a wellspring of life. I do not conform my thoughts my own mind's redundancies But rather base my truth on what proven systems there were. And I say, “How is this?” And they surely come to reasons which I could never find on my own. Even the darker subject of war. Hammurabi was only a genius because God provided for him law; Yet, not all laws were found. Moses was a genius because God provided for him law; Yet, grace was not found. Christ was a genius, never having studied, He was God, He found all which man could under the sun And spoke it in parables. Even eternity is wisdom;--- For without it, what cautions a man to gain everything And to do great harm? What man, without the capacity for forgiveness Has reason to do what is good? None rational. That man must die. And if he does not die He can only build an empire of blood. I look to your speech, Yin, And I say, “There is half of wisdom, “Yet your brother has a half, “And I have the whole. “Yet, I only have the whole “Because I have a teacher. “You two do not; “You see half of all wisdom “And forget the other’s half; “Thus, you eternally strive with one another “And do not see the truth.”
Spies
Spies, spies They are everywhere. Have an idea They make you despair. Do not believe it? Just ask the police. What we know Is the least. They stop my books They stop your crafts; Have an idea And they'll watch your back. I knew it was true But today it was confirmed. Spies rule our lives And it makes my stomach churn.
The Number of the Beast
XξÇ The X for six hundred Means one signs. The Csi is the name of Allah, and is sixty Which one signs their name to. The C is the symbol for six And is what the currency symbol will be. It is also 666, or two thirds a man. Israel uses Base Ten Math, And .999 is equal to one in base ten math. .666 is equal to two thirds. The Mark is a multitude with their spirit divided from their soul and body. The name of the beast is Sin. Sin was the Babylonian God Whom the Babylonians worshiped, And replaced Samas whose laws were like Yahweh's. Sin worship required the virgins Defile themselves in the town Square Before they could ever be married. Allah is a derivative Of the Moon Goddess Sin, Whom the Babylonians Worshiped Right before God wrote their destruction upon the wall. Allah was the name of an Arabic Moon Goddess Deriving its meaning from the goddess Sin. Therefore, the name of the beast is Sin And the number is two thirds of a human being; A human being with their Spirit divided from their soul and flesh. It will be a Crypto Currency Implanted in the forehead or right hand.
Is Faith an Illusion?
A wise man once said Faith was like smoking a cigar Faith was like listening to a symphony Faith was like butter. That unbelief were like cigarettes That unbelief were like a gramophone That unbelief were like margarine. Yet, I still perceived doubt. T. S. Eliot wrote Ash Wednesday. The greatest confession of faith in history. There were no apologetics. It was simply put, that God was known to Eliot In the moment he wrote it, And Eliot cried out to our God Saying for him never to forget. That is faith. We are at one point wretched, worthless sinners. And afterward we are cleansed. We may cuss, smoke an occasional cigarette Or write a blasphemy in our books. But, we know God Because God is in our lives. We know ourselves before God And we know ourselves after God. And we say, “Because I do not hope to turn again.” For in that is the emotionally weighted truth That before we were exiles, Hopeless, and suddenly we find life. And through our lives we increasingly And bitterly And sweating and crying and hoping against all hope;--- Our prayer intensifies, To where it was first a whimper And then it transforms into a heartfelt cry of belief. That is what faith is.
The Queen of Poets
O' the Queen of Poets The wretched Kings decry... Sword of Damocles unsheathe; The Queen of poets sings her Coda While she is yet a nursing babe. Her speech has yet to form… Yet, truth was on the lips of babes Like none ever seen so far. Kings, fear thou this, The poet’s heart who fears thee. For if the Queen of Hearts cannot sing her odes Then freedom dies. Sing. Sing Queen of Poets, And like the Blackbirds of Ireland Have your songs be heard!
The Blue Bird
We artists are the Blue Bird; Red chest; we wear the sky as a raiment. Sell Outs, Marketers, Editors... They are the Blue Jay Which dig in their beaks Wetting our feathers with blood. They come, knowing only how to consume. We Blue Birds come, only knowing how To sing and be beautiful. Unfettered Nature favors the Blue Jay; Yet from where I come from The Blue Jay is a pest While the Blue Bird is a lovely gift of God's creation. Build us our little homes Which the Jays and Crows cannot fit. For, soon enough we will no longer Be an endangered species. Purchase Here
Through His Eyes I Saw
Through his eyes I saw Myself; Oh one who destroys, My eyes were like thine. I saw my very worst night. And my greatest victory. His lips and my foul Fingers called me Antichrist. Yet I shall soon win!
Creative People
We may be a pain in the ass But we make life enjoyable.
The Wisdom of Jordan Peterson
There is no more room for creative people. We are a pain. No more room for the bard. No more room for the carpenter. No more room for the baker. No more room for the whistler, The musician, The painter, The toy manufacturer. The writer, The poet; The novelist--- No, novels must be written By a collaborative on market trends--- No more drummers No more stringed instruments, No more worship, No more books, No more readers, No more architects, No more gardeners. No more folk art, No more playgrounds. No more toy guns or hula-hoops. No more army men or matchbox cars, Only aphantasia. No, the only work that is left Is the manager. And the laborer. And that is because the majority of people are so. No more gingerbread houses, No more vellum, No more calligraphy, No more ballads, hiakus or odes, No more surrealism, No more cubism, No more realism, No more philosophy, No more, unless its figuring out The next way to make money. Jordan, reevaluate yourself. This is what you believe in right now. You’re a patron of the arts? Yet, you can’t support this modern capitalism if you are. No more quilters, No more afghans, No more photography, No more card tables with the hinge And patterned like a Chess Board. No more nursery Rhymes, No more fairy tales, No more cookery, No more paintings held in high esteem. No more black or Indian faces on the cardboard design--- No, everything is mapped out. Scientifically designed for the most use. Created specifically for your viwwing pleasure. Best meant not to offend, best created to make the most amount of money. And creative you are, it is only so far as It can make money. Everything scientifically designed to produce the most--- The pink chosen because it calms, yet later it excites and annoys. The Blue abandoned because it looks cheap. The green used in abundance because people think they’re intelligent If they prefer that color. Chosen for their own vanity. I like blue. And yellow. And Purple. Chess hacked from computer engines. I’m done.
B. K. Neifert 