{}The First Dynasty of Ur was a part of a global civilization. The Second is mythological, because the Flood happened, and we don’t have much records from that time anywhere—literally, every continent sees a drastic gap in all their civilizations around the 24th century. And the Third is generally the Sumer of Akkad, and begins with the empire of Sargon—Nimrod. In fact, the Mesopotamian Basin was the first instance in history of a clash of empires. You had Sumer, the Akkadians, the Amorites, the Elamites, and they were all fighting amongst one another. The first battle was the Battle of Sidim, under Sulgi’s 45th year, and that’s recorded in the Bible. As well as the politics of the time period.
[T]he First Dynasty of Ur precedes the Third—we don’t know about the Second, because it seems to be where the Flood gaps civilizations—and the First was part of a Global civilization, that spanned from Asia, into Africa, into Europe and then into the Americas. You can tell that by certain artefacts they find.
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The Unachievable
They say only a true master can write
A Petrarchan sonnet, Dear Beloved---
And they say syllabic meter is dulled.
I, a stupid, homely, and unschooled wight
Not schooled in the modern nonsense, will fight
To free pretentions of pedagogues, called
Weighty, and heady, and awesome, which led
To our modern art, where all verse is light.
I pause at every line; I see the pause
They say which interrupts the lay reader
When verse should be read like prose, naturally
Aspirated in our thoughts, for just cause
Have I to say they know not what tender
They deal in---all dealt artificially.
The Children
The children are left
Behind, in a winding wood.
I gently say "Don't
"Fall behind, children, for the
"Woods can be a maze. Don't stray."
I Am a Plain Man Like Jacob
I am a plain man like Jacob---
So said the scripture, now,
Time has wended and bended
And brought us this story---
My performance is plain
My words austere and full
Like an Amish Maid
More beautiful than any other.
Yet, I am a plain man like Jacob.
And the audience looks, and sees
My butter churning upon the oak barrel.
It goes upon life, like bread, which though plain
Nourishes the soul with a slight hint of grain
And that flavor is best among all others.
For, it is not tainted with spice
But rather is a deep, satisfying wheat.
The Meaning of Life
So much ecstasy in meaning
So much… but it is now all gone.
Silently, I muse upon nothing;
My mind is a quiet well.
All roads lead back to melancholy.
It shows there is an end to wisdom
And a beginning to folly;
Beginning to folly...
Let us just live and experience,
Yet not do so foolishly.
There is meaning in life
And it is to dance,
And rear children with one you love,
And it is to pluck the wildberry
From the stem in June.
Yet, no one can attain this joy
For all alike go the same
Working tirelessly like I have
And putting their meaning into it.
There I have found little.
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WASP
I am white. I cannot help it.
I am Anglo-Saxon--Scotch-Irish, PA Dutch-Polish--
I am a Protestant. That I can help, but do not see any other religion which fits me.
Do you wish me to appropriate your artform?
Then let me have mine, won't you?
On Literature
The place our good letters play
In the country--Mr. Lewis,
I am not expressing self
But trying to save many souls--
Is to be a beacon for a better world.
It is not expression of self
But expression of what's true.
It transcends our bodies
And our minds, and communicates
The eternal Providence which guides
Nations, which Indians call Dharma
Greeks Logos, Chinese Tao.
It is so mystical, but it shouldn't be.
It is the eternal truth beneath our language
And the substance of our thoughts
Of which, if there were no substance
There could be nothing of which to say.
Thus, my substance is to save the soul
To save the country, and to save myself.
The Feminist Cycle
For men to grow up,
We need women in our lives.
Women don't want men,
So we don't grow up.
Women become single parents,
Boys are their children's fathers,
A whole crop of brats are born who don't know love.
This causes more frustration,
And frustration causes war and violence.
Violence in the Bible
People need dark stories. It's good for them, and God's not going to sugar coat life. Christ was brutally tortured and good people were put to death in droves throughout human history. That's God's redemption plan is to use our own cruelty as a witness against us, but that is reality [one's] reading with no fluff.
Misunderstood
There is something about me, which isn't serious
No matter how hard I try to be.
People like me when I play the fool
Because I cannot trick or deceive,
But am a bumbling idiot they can lovingly condescend to.
I try... but my rude speech doesn't entice the listener.
My "Grammar" is bad, but it's that they don't want to listen.
My reasons for believing in God are not substantiated.
Though they are.
People see I am 35 and poor, and no job...
Success breeds success.
Fame, fortune, and popularity makes your word sound credible.
It could be I have solved mysteries,
But no one will care to tell.
It could be I am a silly genius which does my act in the woods---
I cannot perform for you. For I am silly.
I cannot hate Jews, or love Queerness, or wear Purple and Pink or tight fitted jeans.
Rather, people want there to be no good and to see no good.
For it is a mind virus.
Thus, life is about ingratiating the desire...
And no one ever sees there could have been more.
I am an anachronism, a relic, an artefact;
An imitation of older times.
I am new, and old, and modern, and archaic;
Futuristic and anachronistic and ancient.
Shall my time come in this lifetime? Where I can eat, drink and merry?
No... for all want to eat drink and merry their way
Which has no love;
I need love to be happy, and that resource is vanishing like the wind.
And that's all I ever had to say, was we need love.
Not John Lennon's love, but real love.
Not the Hippy's version of the Gay's.
Real love.
"Love is love."
Yes... and you know nothing about it.
B. K. Neifert 