Truth, valiantly you have given your tedium
But the people's wanted glory, war and fun.
You stood at the gate, warning all of aught
And told whomever you could a thing was true.
Yet... the atheist and moor stole your garment
And so did the Jew and Sadducee.
The Pharisee claimed you were naught
And great were your bellows in the gates
And great were your warnings of coming disaster.
But, it did not come, and the people grew weary.
"O, the vision is from a long time, and what's true is not
"And what's not is true, great Truth, you speak
"Ever so oily in the streets, and with smooth talk
"You give your warnings of disasters that shall not come."
Truth stood with Mercy in the street, and the two were lovers
And Truth said to Mercy, "The peoples, they worship a lie."
For, they lied, and threw him down, and thrusted him through
With their words, to make sure he had nothing.
They lied about the master and principled man
And they used their Red Herring with its oily wings
To divert people away, and lied about men
And did their investigating into the investigator
To find what they could, and then slandered him;
Though no thing could be done, the apologist Truth
Tried to reason with people... but that day would come
And he was vindicated in everything he said.

I hear you, as the roses give their scents
And you sang at my window in February.
A muse for a poem... so beautiful is your song...
I know not what you are, but you sing
"F F F E♭ a sesqui-flat D and D♭.
What beautiful bird are you?
I don't know.

I stand by a tree, who is my friend;
I met him long ago--many eons--
And upon my millennia strolls
I came upon this tree, and it saluted me.
My heart in childish glee played jump rope
And ate the berries from its boughs
And we for long times communed
In the way a man communes with nature.
I told him my joys, and it made animated breaths
And shivered, and was happy and carefree as me.
And when I parted from that tree
I had the heart of a little joyful child
And wandered my way, to meet my friend
Many eons and infinite would be our meetings
And every tree I met, that clapped for me
I shall meet and speak, for time is eternal---
Understand this concept. Every heavenly bouth
All infinite of them, I shall befriend and meet
And infinitely be pleased by their fruits
And so with the kine and children of God
Whom every heavenly host I shall meet
And infinitely meet them for infinite time
And each personality shall I know
And every fruit tree, animal, fish, and bird
Shall I know, and scatter the seed of joy
Throughout the kingdom wherever I walk
It shall be claimed.

In you was a heart of gold
And lead tongue.
You were a man who lived the Gospel
Not one who preached it very well.

Ah, Matilda and David, you have
Gained through Scythian war the world.
Ah, Ferguson, Matilda Maeve,
You three gained possession
And took the burden off of my yoke.
I did not want it... you may infinitely have.
Make many children, and sire many young
And remove the curse far from me
As far as the East is from the West.
You have fought well, and gained it.
And I thank you, for now I do not hold
The contemptible office my soul dreads
But you do, for many ages and eons
May your reign last forever!

My cherished cherry blossom
With the petals of silk,
Thy allure is thy beauty
And my children's thy milk.
Come find me, o Wisdom
Find me swift and strong
For if another finds you Wisdom
I shall for ever be wrong.
God, bring me the cherished beauty
Of Wisdom Grace and Peace.
Oh Cherry Blossom,
My promised Heifer
My all I shall sacrifice for thee.
Ask me to lose life and limb
I shall... ask me to give up 
The Riches and Talents of Solomon
I shall... just, do me one thing
Never let me lose my Wisdom
So she can be wedded eternally to me.

Heaven shall be that perfect day in May
When the leaves have newly unfolded
And they impress upon you a sense
That the whole world has changed in one instant.
The roses shall be in full bloom
And scent the forest with subtle perfume
Not overbearing, but natural.
The black snake shall slither upon the path
And it shall have a joyful jubilance
And a tiny little life imbued within it
And feed upon the dust;
No one shall be frightened by him.
The ivy shall not be poisonous
And shall give forth its hips
In scrumptious berries, 
Twelve kinds, to the ever changing
Seasons of Heavenly flora.

Armies railed against
Each other for forty
Years. Their ships
Beaching upon shores
Their planes bombing cities
There men women and children
Laying dead in valleys.
Waves upon waves collided
Into each other, numbering casualties
In the billions.

The only thing that stopped it
Was that both countries had nothing
Left... both economies in shambles
Their natural resources expelled;
The Oil and Natural Gas wells dried,
The fish depleted,
The farmland all made marginal,
The wild game destroyed,
The shelters all broken,
The walls all torn down,
Their silicon no more,
Their gold all spent...

There was no winner.
There was no loser.
It was just an awful draw;
And who suffered?
Was it not everyone
Save those who perished in the waves?