Mothers’ and Fathers’ Day

It is just an observation.

Mothers' day, at the State Park,
The people numerous, weird.
Dangerous even, had angst.

Fathers day, at the State park,
The people few, peaceful, kind,
Full of good will's righteousness.

I noted this,
And realized a Father
Does make an impact in a home.

Why LGBT is a Sin, in Response to Whether LGBT Causes Population Reduction

It’s a little more fundamental than that. You can correlate population reduction with LGBT, but the fact is the loose sexual mores are what’s causing the population decline. People can’t trust who they’re in a relationship with.
I disagree that Polyamory is at all an option. I think rather, Polyamory is a bad thing, because love is important in a marriage. It helps make the children happy.
The fact is, the issue all falls into sexual perversion. Which in turn creates population frustration. You’re never going to remove jealousy from sex. Though, I don’t think population reduction, that’s what’s destroying the civilization. It’s more fundamental. The foundational trust people have in one another is dissolved by the LGBT community. Not even thirty years ago—with capitalism—people had a great amount of trust in each other. It’s not because of capitalism the society is falling apart. It’s simply because of homosexuality, and its dissolution of the fidelity of marriage and the social contracts people tend to have in stable, monogamous and healthily attached cultures. Precisely because homosexuality leads to Polyamory, that’s why the civilization is falling apart, and people are unhappy.
Romantic love is a deep desire in every human being, to form into trusting pair bonds with someone else, so Chivalry and Courtly Love were always bad concepts, and probably why they, and homosexuality too, were so prevalent in the dark ages. The ideal is monogamy, and facilitating deep, trust bonds between spouses. Not more adultery.
Divorce is a huge factor in America’s decline, and the West’s, too. Probably even bigger than Homosexuality even. Because children never grow attached. They begin to attach to people, but within a couple of decades, they’re ripped from those attachments, and have to form new ones. Which is near impossible after a certain point. Which this leads to more homosexuality and adultery, because the children don’t know how to attach healthily to another person.
Which, I would say the issue isn’t population reduction, but rather the frustration that’s caused by people not being able to satisfy their lbido, or have the ability to trust their neighbor. When people feel unsafe, they form new social contracts. And Homosexuality frustrates a vast majority of people because it creates scarcity of sexual partners, which causes frustration and that’s what the population decline insinuates, is that the population is frustrated. And as Eric Hoffer noted, frustration is a huge motivation for revolutions and mass movements, which often turn to a society’s fall.

Pious

I know I'm  a horrible human being.
However, so are you because you judge me.
If you were in my situation,
The first thing you'd do is reason with yourself:
"I'm not that bad. I just made a mistake."
Because I know, before you're caught,
You look down upon others and their crimes
And you fantasize about your penantant greivance.
You believe you'd slither off into the darkness
And wouldn't dream another dream.
I know, because I had the same faulty notion.
But, no... my sin is discovered.
What do I do? Do I shrink? Is that what I do?
No... because I cannot. And neither could you.
You believe I ought to be pestled down to nothing
Because you believe that's what you would do yourself---
You'd allow yourself to be pestled, and broken, and never forgive yourself.
But, you would. And you'd do exactly what I'm doing,
By trying to make a good life for yourself.

So, before you judge me,
Consider, I was once just like you.
So, let me tell you how it would actually go.
Alright?

The Confusion of My Verse

I saw the wicked, and their shifting eyes
And what they see when they read my verse.
Their eyes shift, they know not what I say!
For they cannot read my writing and know...
Their eyes are dull, just like their ears to my speech.
I know now, and shall have compassion on them
That they cannot physically read the plain words I speak.
For God blinds them, and shifts their eyes
And causes them to be in distortion.

Fibonacci and Pythagoras

Fibonacci, your secrets are serene---
We can spend a lifetime studying you
As the Cat on the Mathologer's shirt
Bends to your hurricane of Phi.

Even Pythagoras, yes...
Bends to your will.
For, take four of your numbers in a square
Lined up in their sequence from the lowest on top
And the highest on the bottom,
Left to right,
And when cross multiplied completely,
Make legs and the hypotenuse of a right triangle;
Yes, one value even must be doubled, but how serene!
Know its inner circle, like a soul
Tangential to the Right Triangle's form.
And what's this?
Do you know the squares made
From the exterior of each line of the triangle?
That's how Pythagorean Theorem works?
So, the radii of exterior circles
Also, by cross multiplication,
Fit by three Euclidean Squares of Pi.

So also, counting by Fibonacci,
While working through Fibonacci
Creates Pythagorean Theorem's roots also;
Even when a number counted
Is not a Fibonacci number.

Dad

I stand on the shores of manor blue
Which wash upon the white crests of foam.
The skin of the beach, in its grained
Glory rests, with the discus being thrown
By friends who've never parted.

What better friend than paternal bond
Standing by their son through good and ill?
To summon the courage to provide
For house and hold, and to shield
A man from winters and rains,
From scorching star and the dark
Abyss of night? A good friend
Who loves his sons, especially me.

What I did to deserve it, is naught.
I had taken every ounce of trust
And I have thrown it like the thistle's fir
And scattered it to the wind, 
I have planted seeds
Of tare---yet, you patiently waited
For a garden to spring forth its summer fruit.
And I have. No longer the tare
But my fruit a choice orchard of Nectarine---
And a friend I've had, I shall be thankful.
Hoping one day, to also be a friend like thou art
To me.

Happy Father's Day
Happy Birthday