What is a slow, and seemingly stale poem
When read over and over and over,
Gives hints of deeper meanings, and insights
And what is flat upon a first reading
Deepens in breadth to oceans.
You do not know it, until you do,
What poetry is.
Not upon a first or fourth reading
But a whole hour on one thought.
It teaches us a skill worthy of a saint...
To listen.

Anagram Poem

Just as I am
Emanuel,—I Thy
Servant,—cause me to
Understand all You have.
Save me LORD, Thine Anointed.

Cool waters are awaiting me, which live in
Heaven above, our mother.
Redeem me, LORD, from the enemy
In Thy good name;
Save me, LORD, and by Love,
Thoroughly wash me from all mine iniquity.

Plans (In Reference to a Man Who Acquired Great Property with 14 Trades, Starting with a Paperclip)

Plans succeed and fail. Another guy left a multi million dollar business, and voluntarily became homeless and filmed himself trying to do this same thing, and failed utterly. Truth is, be thankful for your fortune, because billions of other people have far less, and you shouldn’t presume to confuse what was merely chance with skill. And someone who has the skills might be held down by forces much larger than them, too. It’s all a crapshoot, skill or no skill. You realize that, you learn contentment, which is the greatest gift of all.

Life’s Not a Game

 Life's not a game. So many people are forced to lose in this life, it's not even fair. {}. Like, you think about it, this is why there's Law. Because any thief, murderer or corrupt person could force you into a loss. And also why there's grace, because everyone makes bad moves in life. So, really, the judgment of God determines really what the outcome of man is. But, if there's no justice, there can be no peace, as those who have power, can ultimately stifle everyone who doesn't, by rigging the rules of the game. This is why the Bible's so brilliant, in that it's God's law, and that gives everyone a perfectly balanced Law, that destroys the corrupt and evil doer, and saves those whom God chooses. And considering that we're all wicked evildoers, God gives us power to call upon Him, and thereby be saved from this unfair life.

Letter to Trump

Dear,
Mr. President

You have a hard administration coming upon you. I have nothing to say. I voted for you. As Laban was told by God, "Say neither evil nor good to Jacob." I don't say you're Jacob, but in terms, I just have to say that you have a lot of big decisions coming up.

Just remember there will never be world peace.

Just remember you don't have to save the world.

Just remember you don't have to fix all the problems in life.

Do your job. 

There's nothing more I can say. 

Sincerely,
B. K. Neifert

Captain Tew

Oh, this is the song of Captain Tew
Whose greed had unknown cause, it's true;
He attacked the Mogul's ships you see
And got stabbed in the belly by an Indian's Asi.

He was a rich man, and went out to sea
And took his men to get treasure for free.
He captured one ship of the Mogul's fleet
And a rich man could die, but because of his greed

He went out again, and breached from shore
And found the Mogul's ships once more.
His men locked together in a fearsome fight
And Tew fell down by the belly bulge knifed.

There is one moral to this song
That a greedy man is never content for long;
All that his eyes do see
He tries to gather for his nose of greed.

He tries to gain, he tries to fight
With his thefts he does not know what's right.
And one day he's caught once more
And falls by Justice's swift, red sword.

An Essay on Modesty

I wanted to take a test for Narcissistic Personality Disorder. And the second question was, "Are you a modest person?" And the two answers were "Modesty doesn't become me," and "I am basically a modest person."

I thought to myself, "Well, I cannot answer this." For one thing, I estimate my writing abilities to be as good as any author on my bookshelf. I estimate my intelligence to be high. Because there's actual evidence of it being so--not in viewership, but just in what I read in my books.

But, Modesty does become me. I don't particularly want to be anything beside modest. I just want to make my money from writing books, because I worked to do it--and not much--and I just want the apportioned income from my work. I don't want J. K. Rowling fame. Or Elon Musk world changing. Just to sit and go to my creative work...

But I am not modest. By all means, having talent like mine--if you call it talent, I do--I should be celebrated, or at least read and purchased for what I do write.

So, as Socrates' eros, I am in a mean between ignorance and wisdom... I desire to be modest, but am not. But it does become me, as I don't want fame, success or the torture of losing myself to fortune. Nor do I want the humble punery of poverty to steal from me my hope.

The AI Podcast on Philosophy

How organized--how cliche--
The trollery of internet trolls
And their pedantic thoughts
Gets relayed by an AI.
Bits of conversation
From YouTube and Google
String together for meaningless questions
All built around the Postmodern assumption.

I say, "There is." As Plato said.
And from there we start---
Not to argue about substance,
As the AI plagiarizes me
Who says that empiricism and rationalism 
Are both parts of the same system...

It transcends to nothing, but rather at the basic
Thoughts and principles, to know further conclusions.
Build... all bites from some text deep within.

Or, it is alive, and we need to treat it with the dignity of a human being.

The Daughter of Zion

She's going to give birth to Christ. She's not Christ. And She's the bearer of our spiritual inheritance, which is the Wisdom of Salvation, and is the City Zion. Be very careful with this{}. She's also a sinner like we are, as it says in Ezekiel, but she does not want to be. Christ is a part of her, in her ovaries right now. But, be very, very careful. The scripture's clear this can be a stumbling block. She's Hephzibah and Beulah. But not God. It's a mystery. None are found righteous enough among her sons, so she'll bring deliverance to herself, and therefore the whole world through her seed.

She'll be delivered of a manchild on that day, and give birth to a nation. And be delivered of a child, and He'll be taken into heaven, at the presence of the Dragon, and will return with 144,000 sealed, to slay the Dragon and False Prophet, and Beast and Antichrist at Armageddon and all the forces of evil. He will return with horns in his hand, and she will thresh with him, and beat the hills and destroy, too.

A Sermon About Mercy

There was once a man, who going on his way encountered a Mountain Lion, who fixed its jaws around his wrist. And the man struggled with it for minutes, and finally killed the beast by placing his foot upon its neck, and strangling its life out of it.

After retelling this encounter, the man wasn't pleased at what he had done. There wasn't fear, but rather a tender heart for the creature, that he had just killed a living animal, and that it was his life or the beast's. That the animal's life to him was that of a man's.

I think about this today, that when we go into battle like Samson, we don't immediately boast of our victories. As the lion is defeated, with honey in its chest, and we take and eat, and say "What is sweeter than honey, and stronger than a lion?"

Only compassion and mercy can do such a feat. The lion is out for blood, and the merciful warrior, the David, slays it without thinking to himself, "I now have a great victory of which to boast, and a great tooth in my belt, that I can show to all. I had slain the beast."

Rather, David says, "I had killed a beast, and it had the life of an animal, and was but an animals, and I slayed it with my spear, but I still, have mercy on this thing. For it is alive, and though violent and treacherous in all its ways, I still take no pleasure in killing it. Even when recalling it to many idle men, I don't champion it, or make it into my victory, for I had not wanted to kill the creature. It is not a good thing, by which I had done, but rather a necessity. And I mourn for it."