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I Hate This World

I hate this world. So much. Just… why? All of it. Why? You work, you get paid, you eat. That’s how it should be. Not people stealing from you, not people working in slave shops making iPhones and then exporting them to rich countries, not medical doctors breaking you with bills, not idiot interpretations of our stories…

Like, if people just had a few nice things, kitchen appliances, and work and good relationships, that’s really all you need. Not buying en masse new products, and throwing out antiques and replacing them with Ikea furniture. Like, imagine this: A person actually learns Carpentry, in a local town, and sells his furniture to people all over the world through advanced networks of logistics. And that man, in turn, pays local businesses and local food markets, and he eats. Is that too hard to accomplish? And somewhere, they have a sustainable forest, which they harvest for woods, and somewhere, they have an iron ore mining operation, where people are paid equitable salaries to mine ore, and a metal forger makes it into steel, and a nail company buys it, and makes nails, and a timber company makes raw wood, and that carpenter takes some of his money, buys those resources. which ship to you by that advanced logistics, and the carpenter shapes wood, and sells it all over the world at a profit, and no advertiser puts him to shame with their cheap shit. That’s my imagine song. And medical is a utility, therefore paid by tax funds. And you can have whatever religion or weird idea you want, and even write and talk about it so long as you aren’t physically hurting anyone or anything, and no abstractions of that, either, to make weird gray areas that don’t make any sense.

A Life of Poetry

Savior of the World,
Your life was a book of poetry.
Every action you did
Was meticulous and masterful.
Your sermons were not selfish
Nor were you unwilling to speak to fools...
You had compassion, and did
Live a life of poverty for us.
You were like Pythagoras
Or Kerouac, and then you asked,
"Eat my flesh, and drink my blood."
Living, you lived, and you died
With living waters pouring out of your heart.
You were perfect poetry, 
Living poetry, a life very very few ever live.
And you lived it for me,
For I am incapable of emulating it.

Oh Thou Simple Man

Oh thou simple man, lying at Bethesda
Crippled and in sorrow, and cannot be 
Put in the water. You are healed.
The Law is now not fitted
For no longer does the angel stir the water.
The authorities ask you,
"Who healed you?"
And you not knowing or understanding
Why they asked, learned who it was.
So, you went and told them.
But they were angered at Christ
For a thing of naught, and you
Oh simple man, not a villain,
But a naïve man who knows nothing
Of great ambition, power or prestige
Told them who it was that healed you. 
In that there is no condemnation for you
Though the Protestant calls you lazy
And a fool, you are simply a humble man
Who was healed, and broken, and unable
To understand the powers before you.

The Palestinian Woman

Christ came to her at the well,
And asked her to draw water.
She said, "I worship on this mountain
"And your people worship on that."
Christ said, "Verily, Verily,
"There will come a day when
"They will neither worship on this mountain
"Or that, but in the Spirit of Truth.
"For God is a Spirit, and those who worship
"Him in Truth are saved.
"For we Christians know what we worship
"But you Muslims do not.
"Therefore, Worship the Father in Truth."
And He told her everything she ever did.

Dedicated to Pashtmaj mac Umaill

Trinity Like Peridot

Oh Trinity, thou art like Peridot...
Three in one, bound together
And one, yet three. Nature, sees
That you are found in the Chrysolite
Of heaven's beautiful foundations. 
For, you are like Perfect Chemistry
Which is found in nature---
Three in One. Each Element Distinct
Yet, each Element Bonded into one
Olivet Gem.

And we Join to Thee through Thy Son, for you give us breath;
And we are a gem made into a Holy Tower.
Be made perfect, by the Sculptor's hand
Into a shape befitted to this House.

On the Black Rock Trump Assassination Conspiracy Theory

Black Rock is a Venture Capitalist firm pushing this LGBTQ agenda, and making unpayable loans out to large corporations, and then bankrupting them with fees, so it can do a hostile takeover. It owns almost everything right now. The thought here, is that Black Rock is paying people to put a hit out on Trump. 

Of course, the plot thickens, because the type of loans they do, are only legal because of Trump's deregulation policies. So, Black Rock is a huge problem, but the juries still out on what's happening here. The American people will know some day, though.

The Shihan to His Karateka

My friend, martial arts are a good thing.
They teach you discipline, and ethics
And how to do rather than be idle.
They teach your body how to move
And they discipline the mind to focus.
But, war is not the reason I teach these things.
For, martial arts are not for war---
A gun, sword and knife are for war;
A bomb and tank and aero plane. 
These things cannot teach you
How to defeat many enemies,
But only the enemy within.

Yet, if in combat, deliver lethal strikes.
You break boards to break bones and skulls and solar plexus.
You learn pressure points to debilitate your opponent
And maim. Do you want to learn these things?
Teach them to yourself, for I shall not teach you how to kill.
My duty, is to teach you how to master yourself
And not the opponent across from you.