The Wicked Witches

The people know they're
Evil, and will slay that which
Kills their dark brethren.
Like Vikings on a warfield
They only know 'bout vengeance. 

They terrorize their brothers and neighbors
And they make war with all the other lands;
And when their friend dies, they know only war.
For when the nations will defend themselves,
They only have on ethic, and that's kill.

The Marked Difference Between a Hobbyist and Distinguished Author, is How Much Meat Goes Into Every Line. Not too Much, a Writer is Average; Every Line Loaded with Meat, a Good Writer.

Hey Jude, Did You Publish?

Hey Jude, did you make it bad?
Did you take my novels and make them better?
Did you sell them down the river
And let the editors make them marketable?
Did you find her, though?
The beautiful Laurel Wreath?
Are you rich and fabulous because of me?
Am I Kilgore Trout? Just a Paperback writer
That you took the name, and did some tweaking
To my themes, and made them yours?
Did you improve upon me,
And with no desire to be true to yourself
Take and market me? Sell my soul down the river?
Am I just living in a Yellow Submarine
As you, Death, dance, oh Santa Muerte?
The skeletons walk, and clatter,
As I have the curse of Bunyan and Climacus;
They say it is because of pride,
I say it's because of the envy of the Demons.
Did you take a sad song and make it better?
Was it my sad song, that you made better?
I don't know... for I am poor and need my books;
I will not sell the rights for nothing
And I will not change them for the market.
Maybe that is why you always win.
Do you have the whole world believing you are the Apostle
And took my fantasy as your name?
Did you embrace my delusions?
Did you become my Doppelganger?
Are you making the whole world believe in magic, again?

New Christian Revival

My worst fear is realized.
I made no impact, but the faith grew.
I knew it'd be the case though...
But, I still believe in God, and Christ.
I guess I will have heaven.
I'm okay with that.
I'm worthless, unprofitable
Crazy, prideful and only a genius.

I’m a Fool

Driving down, my dad does something so nice.
I put down the back windows---knowing I shouldn't.
They get stuck, as I knew they would.
Stressed, because the realtors sent us a check
For our house in the mail we didn't want---these are the times we live in---
And worried about Social Security and being homeless,
I guess I just didn't remember it was broken. But, I put down the windows
And we dazedly drove for two hours looking for a place
To get our car fixed the next day.
We found it, with no help from me.

The Beautiful

I saw her there, with her large bosom exposed
Along the sides, and a perfect face
And I said, "Have mercy!"
I can't see it, for I need it.
And it is frustrating me.
How I can't imagine those men
Who watch porn, how they're frustrated
As this beautiful doe's bosom
Is there, exposed to me
And I realize I need her to be happy
But there upon the screen,
She is a far away thing I cannot touch.
Arrive! Hephzibah! Save me!
Arrive! Jerusalem! Take me to your courts!
Arrive! Beaulah! Make me a happy man!

The Saints I Know

The saints I know today
Were a little melancholy
And a little bit of a bore.
Burdened by overworking
And grieved by doing good.
They think, and meditate,
Wondering if their good deeds
Are a crime. For they seem punished
By doing welldoing, and I understand
Satan wishes to cause our ministries
To fail, and give up and feel sad
By means of welldoing.
Let Charity revive our souls
And know that good is not a sin
And that by doing it, you will
Attain to life everlasting
And be with Hephzibah.
For shyly was Don on the trail;
And Sam was a bit despondent;
And I a bit avoidant;
The Pastor a bit overwhelmed.
Let Charity refresh our souls
Through one another's company.

Meditation on Nietzsche

I just don't trust men to be gods, or to be moral arbiters. Christ was the true Ubermensch. And we need Him. For far more than we realize. Flat, Globular, Old, Young, Evolution or not, we need Christ. As Paul said, "All I know is Christ." We need His example as the first principle. Socrates is right [about using bodily exercise to strengthen oneself for the service of others]... nobody will argue with that, and ethics have been found by many sages, but we need the redemption and clean slate of Blood Atonement, of God's very death Himself, and His resurrection. That's the only true way to be freed from the bondage of humanity's condition.

The Space Pod

They go into space
And see what's been long hidden.
The pod falls, windows
Break, and a frozen hand grasps
The control. Controversy
Drums up. But people
Don't know, and are mad about
The wrong things. Always.

The Radical Christian

The Radical Christian says I'm in a cult---
I know of no other faith than the one I speak.
Nothing but sound Doctrine comes from my mouth
But I say how there is so little righteousness in this world
And that all congregations look like a troop of sinners.
So, I am in a cult... verbatim I speak the Apostles Creed
And words from St. John... as he speaks in all caps.
I am fearful for Christ's sheep, if this is a righteous man;
A raging lunatic who cannot listen to reason.
Come my LORD, and save us soon...
Before all Christendom is extinguished
And Satan elevates himself, and teaches them his error.
The devil flees when you resist him...
And he fled, by blocking me.