The Revolution Suite

Maria, stand firm
And raise your banners so high!
Liberty, stand in
New York Harbor, Green with age
And torched guide for Patriots.

George Floyd was killed for selling cigarettes
Outside of a store, and the nations raged;
Black fought White, White fought Black, understand 'twas
A distraction, to usher in the Sith's
Two sides, where both would war and Sauron's Arms
Would cause Orcs to fight their Oraikai.
Thus, Trade Federations and Republics
Would war for Roman Hight, and Salute wide.

Thus strum your drums and raise your flags
Old King Cole shall come at last
That Uncle Sam who made us so dumb
Will make hearts shine and fast
Will come the great strong lords to their wars
To quell rebellion upon their shores
For at last That Hideous Strength is seen
To play our prejudices against our needs.
And Arthur, come to Pevensey
And take your shores from Mordred's glee;
Old King Cole, Arthur, Uncle Sam
You are a Spirit and are not a Man
Of Freedoms won for the West
Be not stopped by Albion's Cliffs.

Then Alex Jones lost a Lawsuit
And worse was put our won freedoms.
During the riots, bad men loot
And Trump and Biden preyed on them.
For Trump no criticism could
Be made, for he had skin as soft
As felt, and would not do as should;
He turned men to believe so oft
The conspiracies tattled, t'would
The land be confused, and so wrong.
The constellations were new, yet
None would see, for they did forget
To look up in the bright heavens,
Annoyed by their televisions.

So rock the way and know no more anew
The things of God would be there made to prove
That no revival struck the land, but that
Misery, great revival, it was built
Only on our America's great greed.
For conservatives made the Left destroy
Electric cars, and advertising for
Elon was, the Left's dumb outlandish stars.
For right was wrong, and wrong was right all 'twere
Reversed, the Daffy Ducks and Loony Tunes
All had figured out the curse.
Thus old Nursery Rhymes and King Cole's pleasant
Safety we did now protest,
For we wanted what America were,
And what was always the best.

A Roman Salute I make to one;
Christ, God’s only Begotten Son.

*Notes on Making this Suite

I had a moment of lucid imagination, of all good philosophies converging to the truth, and raising their banners in the air, ready to meet an invading army. Taking all the United States' and English Symbolism, and combining them into a potent soup to win a Revolution. What was that Revolution? Against all the bad ideas of modernity, converging into a singular point, which is totalitarian control over our thoughts and resources. Then, as would happen, Quora suggested a prompt almost immediately after, which couldn't have been timed any better. It said, "Write a Suite Which Will Touch the Hearts of Many." I looked up "Suite" in Poetry, and found it to be using multiple forms. So, I did.

The First Stanza is a Tanka;
The Second Blank Verse Pentameter;
The Third a modified Sonnet Form in Tetrameter;
The Fourth a modified Ballad Form;
The Fifth a mock Iambic Pentameter and an Invented Form;
The Sixth an Aphorism.

George Floyd’s crime, was selling cigarettes outside of a store. He was not committing a crime. I hate BLM and everything it stands for–save what the founder had envisioned–but let’s keep our facts straight.

Intelletto


intelletto
/in·tel·lèt·to/
sostantivo maschile
1.
La facoltà di istituire rapporti ideali di ordine spec. razionale: le passioni velano l'i; un i. forte; perdere l'i; nella dottrina cattolica, uno dei sette doni dello Spirito Santo; com., la capacità d'intendere e volere, intelligenza.
"vigoroso i."
2.
La persona umana, in quanto dotata d'intelligenza o di singolari virtù spirituali.
"un grande i."

An Article About Michelangelo’s Faith

https://kingdomwinds.com/michelangelos-spiritual-life/

The White Nigger

I peel grapes for him
And am angry at him
A rich man with a stick
Who beats me 
Metaphorically speaking
So I curse him
In the forest.
Then, Steve arrives
And embarrassed and ashamed
I bow down to the forest floor
Knowing I am a nigger.
But a good thing for it to be---
For I am free, and perfectly
Fine commiserating with the lot.
I'd rather be the poor nigger with white skin
Set free like Aesop was
Than the Rich Black Man with no soul.
Yet even then, I was never made a slave.

When Christ Returns

Hazy are the clouds, like a nuclear winter
In the spring day, a yellow hue is on the horizon.
I walk in the brisk fifty degrees,
Up the familiar path, and am surprised
By the forest walking over yonder the hill...
I say to it, "The bees, they are coming out of their holes"
For only one or three days of the year
Do the bees peak out, and over the hillocks 
Fly in their immature bodies.
I am surprised by the sudden meeting and hazy
As the sky above, for so it will be like when Christ and I meet
Surprised, and suddenly, and without warning.
I'd rather be looking at the bees, than gesticulating
At my enemies around me, wishing to curse and cause a stir;
Or beating Christ's fellow servants
When I am surprised by that chance meeting
And then the haze lifts, and the sun becomes seven times brighter:
Yes, I'd rather not know what to say, and be studying the bees.
I do not wish to be a chicken aside the road,
And scared to approach Him, knowing I'd been doing wrong;
For the Bluebells are immature,
And the Hyacinth are half strong, and half growing
For another week there shall be bluebells like clockwork:---
We do not know the time or hour, and it may be when everything
Seems untimely and half in bloom, and surprise you as the sun did me
When it burst from its haze, and shone today
As I ate, and there seemed to be Zion, which seemed
Impossible to reach, and its heavenly songs
Yet I will feast there upon the sweet nectar
And the Meat of the Fruit of Life---
It will have seemed like it could never be done
And it, too, seem so very early, and unexpected;
Yet there it is.

The Moral of Modern Hollywood: Just believe, if you stay true to yourself, you can become the wicked witch of the West. Got it. Will never forget that lesson, either.

The stars and constellations move, but most never see it.

Pilate and Lentulus

Coming upon these two Syriac manuscripts
One by Publius Lentulus and another by Pilate
I've found 5th century Syriac sources
Written in the Syriac tongue---
When translations were fruitful
It would be around the 5th Century AD.
460 years after Christ.
Catholics say, "It is pseudepigraphal
"For no Lentulus ever was Publius."
Although, scholars said Nazareth never existed;
They've even gone so far as to say Israel
Didn't exist until the seventh century B.C..
Which we know is not true.
Why would translation work be done
And then hidden until the Renascence?
Mystery upon mystery.

The Enlightenment

[What people are calling "The Enlightenment"] is the exact opposite of the [E]nlightenment. Maybe we need a new [Enlightenment]? Don't you think?

[T]he introduction of Buddhism to the West is what caused it, like [one says] Nietzsche and Kant. The actual [E]nlightenment was what came before it. That's the beginning of Modernism what [they're] describing.

Generally, The Enlightenment was established in the Philosophy of the Declaration of Independence, and based itself in reason and sound first principles. Fortunately, we still have its tradition preserved in the Constitution and Declaration, but in the phrase "We hold these truths to be self evident" [t]here's no admission of subjectivity, as "Self Evident" is not "Subjective" but rather based in first principles of something being of itself evident, which is how Geometry works. You read in Thomas Jefferson's letters, or Locke the cusp of the Enlightenment, which was philosophy based in sound and evident first principles, that were apparent to the learned, but maybe not the unlearned.

Descartes was famous for saying, "I think therefore I am" but the whole point of that, was to establish a true set of knowledge. Like Descartes was a Mathematician, and framed the Quadratic Equation in its modern incarnation. He was not afraid to claim there's objective knowledge.

I'd actually say Nietzsche and Kant were the beginning of Modernism, as Modernism is the exact opposite of the Enlightenment, which it opposes that there's any true knowledge beyond the material. And Postmodernism objects to there being knowledge at all.

The Enlightenment was man first discovering there was knowledge, and then giving that fire to the people, like Prometheus. I mean, the entire Enlightenment was of course created by the Masons, who founded that there was knowledge. That's why The French Revolution deified Reason.

I don't know... something smells fishy about this.