My Family’s Eyes

My dad's dark blue
My brother's green
My mother's blue...
I had always thought
I had blue eyes
But it turns out I have
Heterochroma.
And sadness makes my
Eyes turn from their crystal blue.
LORD, let me have blue eyes.
There it is on the picture of my dad
His eyes, what they always were;
In his form which is always him.
And that is the right color---
Though I do have blue eyes
For that means I have joy
And not sorrow.

Heterochroma

My eyes are truly blue...
Yet, blue-green they become
When I am in despair.
LORD, my eyes have darkened
Like the Psalmist there says;
I am Blue Eyed Dayfour--
Not Hazel Eyed, for joy
My eyes are blue, not green.
Yet they have darkened like
Abraham's son, Isaac;
And the LORD's anointed
David. My eyes are blue
For that means I have peace.
Now, my eyes are darkened
And blue-green, like my mom
Had told me many times.
My eyes are blue-green, for
They change color when I
Am darkened by sadness.
But, they should always be
Blue. Satan, you did this
To me. But I'll forgive you.

*A previous poem said "Hazel" but there is no brown in my eyes. My mom told me I have hazel, which she meant to say my eyes change color from blue to green. The term for it is Heterochroma, and my dad and brother both have those same eyes.

On Antichrist

[A]ntichrist will be rich--a trillionaire--he'll be wise, and he'll call himself son of Jesus, and he'll be raised from the dead, to accomplish his deception. And he'll be a powerful sorcerer, using what's holy to deceive the saints, like Simon Magus wanted to. And he'll oppose the Gospel everywhere, making himself to be King.

Theseus

He goes upon and slays the thieves.
He beats the minotaur in combat.
He finds you, a maiden, and makes love to you.
You do not know, for you have fallen in love.
My eyes have turned dark by despair
And he has taken your ball of yarn
And has used it to defeat a creature.
You are with children, and bound to the law.
Where was my portion in this life?
My eyes are dulled by despair
And my mind warped by the sin of Theseus;
For he did this to me, and I saw you with him.
And there you are, with him,
And he beds you, and at night leaves
To go rape Helen, and then he marries 
Phaedra who falls in love with your son.
And Hippolytus flees to live with the nymphs.
I know my heart, my dove.
It is not his, though he try to steal it.
This is my present thought
That Theseus has stolen my Ariadne--
Thus, as Paul says, Jerusalem that is above,
She is our mother, and that Hagar,
She is Jerusalem below, bound to the Law
Which is the law of taking the spoil.

I Am Not Beautiful, but You Are So

I am not beautiful, but you are so.
I can be more comely than ten thousand.
Your face, is more precious to me than all.
I am weak and feeble… lost without you.
I await you, and see you everywhere.
There is your beautiful face, there, right there
With one more beautiful than I am now.
Do you see now that I am not comely?
But I can be; for you I soon will be.
Do not leave me lonely, my doe, my dove.
I am fat, and globulus, and weak. See?
I am wicked, and insincere, and dumb.
I see no good in me, truly I don’t.
A man is greater than me, ten thousand.
Yet, I cannot even call myself wise.
I have no money, no comeliness. Naught.
Know now, I wait on you, Jerusalem;
I wait on you, for your milk and honey.
Spiced, like a cedar, is your scent. Await
Upon me, and come looking for me. Know.
I am not desirable. I am
Not comely. There is nothing in me to
Want, or desire. Yet, if you come I
Shall make you happy by becoming fair.
For if you meet me, and court me it shall
Be a miracle wrought by God and no
Other. For there’s nothing to desire
In me, not even a good heart. I wish
To know you, and be happy, and my eyes
Shall lighten, for they are now dark by hope
Deferred. I am not beautiful. I am
Not rich. I am not well stationed in life.
Come swiftly and look for me. I will wait.

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