Amenhotep, you 
Fly with your chariots, yon
That Nuweiba beach.
Yet, the walls of water crash
Down upon you, and the Jews
They flee to Sinai.

There were laity surrounding a prophet,
But a laywoman wanted to interpret,---she insisted.
The prophet huffed to this laywoman, "But if I am unable,
"I am good for nothing, for I am a prophet."
Then, the laity all mocked, and drew knives to kill the prophet.
But the prophet's Father saw just how wicked the laity were!
So, the prophet leapt from the terrace, to escape his listeners' wrath
And was met there, at the nadir, by a lengthy, blind snake.
The blind snake was proud, and buzzed his knape,
And was exceedingly wicked. The Prophet cried out to God
And he was heard, and was delivered from the snake
Through his foresight of the Snake's awful, wicked plans.
Sure, the prophet had a little pride, but murder was never his intent;
Thus will God judge the Laity who do this to a prophet,
By driving him away from his apportioned lot.
For if you make the prophet sorry for his job in this life, what shall he there gain?

Oh. you silly dove.
Your heart is a mind for love
And you amble everywhere
Searching for a heart to share
In your beautiful heart...
Simple things, in that mind dart
To and fro, who shall coo like you
And where to alight and find fruit?
For you are unlike other birds
You silly dove... for first
Upon your mind is true love
As is the innocence of a dove
That first and foremost on her mind
Is love, to be shared with in time.

For it is so with all the righteous
That they primarily search for lucious
Truth, and deep seeded friendship 
And their Turtledove, with courtship
They dance their mating ritual
And finally, they come to mutual
Acquaintanceship
And finally the most intimate touch of relationship.

Of all the things I
Hate in our modern world,
I have to say there's
Good, too. A man, being who
He truly is, is not judged.

Oh, thou Prince? You say, "The meat shall stay in the cauldron."
For, in your heart you figure it is unclean for the people
To be plucked out of Zion, and taken to foreign lands.
For, they shall throw a bag over your head, and dig through your walls
And take you to Babylon, where you shall be killed and dishonored.
For, you believe, "The priest shan't pluck the sacrificial portion
"From the pot, while the sacrifice is being prepared,
"So shall the people of Zion be behind her impenetrable wall."
Ezekiel is saying, it is not so. You shall be taken alive, and killed.
So also the Prophetesses, who do their vain dance,
Trying to catch a soul with a pillow---I still cannot understand it
And shan't be allowed to, for it is pure mischief and sorcery;
No, it is but vanity, and delusion. You hop forth, and try to capture souls
And you prophesy to the LORD's people vain visions to cause them sadness.
They come to you for the truth, and you whisper to them,
"Oh, you are wicked, wicked, a man of trembling!"
But the LORD did not make him sad!
Then, you go to the wicked man, and promise him all prosperity
All freedom, all assurance in his vice, for he struggles with sin
And you slyly smile that he has his demons and they rule over him
Just like yours rule over thou.

Oh, you Neolithic Civilization,
With your bone furniture,
Spread across the world,
Worshipping your Venus.
Even in the Americas
Are you found.
Until, you are not.

Then, there comes the divide.
Oh Peleg! What did you witness!

Soon the Clovis civilization springs up
But, what had happened? Where did 
The old World,---the worshippers of the Titans---
Where did they go? Greek Pantheon,
Your war between gods and Titans.
The eldest Pantheon, remnants are remembered.
Slaughter, Grecia, the Semetic gods!
Canaan, Carthage, Moab,
Your gross Gods will be destroyed.

Thou Swallow, you fly within my breadth,
And I ponder,---twice yonder you swoon,---
The curse which shall soon descend upon me.
Yet, thou hast caused my foot to stir
And my ambling to tarry,
So that the carriage which was at my back
Was saved from the other one careening down Front Street.
So, by thy shrill warnings, thou hast caused me to be a blessing
Upon some stranger I nary knew.
For, by spying me, a pedestrian on her port side,
It left just enough time to see the other car
Which travelled at twenty-five knots.
Had I not been there, I know not---
 Perhaps it would have rent her asunder.
I see no other way... but by providence's hand
I walk with blessing, and what would be a curse is turned.

The shadow you are creeps from me;
Eternal utterances, and restless sleep.
I dream of you every night,
The magic you spin to make the demons arise.

You tell me to sit at your feet,
And by thy shadow beneath thee.
I walk for three hundred years
Doing good deeds, voiceless,
And I cannot be cheered.
The songs of the elderberry sings so sweet,
But you view me as if a woman
Falling into a bog filled with leech.
For you envision me as the one
Who cast the bread on the ground
To step on it with my new shoes proud,
But then do I fall into the hell below
And my only hope to turn into a bird and go home?
Or, am I a lad, sailing to Eden
And when I get there, I'm in eternal heaven
Only to run after the beautiful bride
And lose in one day my eternal paradise?

Fairytales I sing to you
Have not a happy ending, oh so very few...
For I admit I have broken my trust
In my own hands, so how do I love?
If my life were Romance would I be Romeo?
If my life were a tragedy, would I be Lear?
If my life were reality, would I be Christian?
If my life were a sitcom, would I be Brandon?

So, give to me at least, my one happy story
And I'll spin a fairytale so pleasant.
For if my life were a fairytale,
Would I survive?
Or would I be the hare who snubbed the hedgehog
And while running my eternal race die?

I don't know.

This Poem is about all my haters
Inspired by Crown the Empire's
"Menace".

You call me a "worthless F*ck"
I ask "Is that what you call love?"
And do you love your brother enough?

When you're alone, and wandering,
And I'm in places you'll never see,
We'll ask each other
Why did God make us free?

And when I look at you
I'm going to know it was your attitude
Which as a teenager, I admit I did have,
But as a grown ass adult, I lost it all, Had
I been like you, a hateful little worm,
I still don't say you're evil
But speak saccharine sweet
Which causes me cancer
Though we will never meet;
Until that day when the stars all will fall
And the sun snuffed out,
My love is ignited for all...
Where will I be?
My verse is so pure?
It proved God has loved me
And you were so cursed?

I still say, I love you my dear,
And if you'd just listen I'll have you some cheer
That if you simply would practice what you say you do preach
You wouldn't be writing so many songs about me.