Pope Ahaz

 

I bring this up, because we can see how the Pope wants us to evangelize. The subtlety of his words bring a nuance to what he means. On one hand, he’s saying “Do not try to convert the unbeliever.” By that, he means not to convert them to the faith. His methods are shown above, where he is blessing idols.

The manner in which he wants to do missions is to enable the sinner to stay in sin. We can see in the subtlety of “Welcome homosexuals,” he means to take a pass on their habitual sins.

To be frank, I had just watched a man cast out seventeen demons from the Catholic Church. He was having them recant the Nicene Creed, and the power of the ensemble was casting out demons. One could hear them echoing through the Washington church. The fact is that the power of Christ is real. And the witness that this bishop spoke was about humility, and charity to the poor. But, it was said several dozen times that Jesus was the LORD, and the only LORD. That was a testimony to how the Gospel can cleanse the sinners, even when the alters are dirty.

The Pope is setting a different example. He is recanting points of backsliding for the Catholic church, which though I am not a Catholic, I share the Gospel as they do as my religion, and we Protestants need to stop attacking our Catholic Brethren, when they themselves hold the Gospel truth, too. But, the truth is that this Pope is like Ahaz to the LORD. He is preaching a willing compromise on the faith in order to gain seats in the lector halls. We cannot do this, otherwise we thwart the Gospel of truth. Only Christ can save. And the Catholic Church is battling this problem. When you bless an idol, which is anything we hold as habitual sin, be it something like these statues or homosexuality—and even an iPhone—it is a sin, and the Church needs to stand firmly against it, and preach on charity, as that is the Gospel message the LORD has given to this generation, is to give to the poor, and be charitable. Let the LORD’s people say Amen. Do not compromise on idolatry, which is the sin our nations are most guilty of, that and disobeying the Sabbath, which I admit I had done today.

 

The Rejected Stone

When Prometheus set to create fire

To forge into the nether the constructs of Grecian fire,

That fire called democracy,

His final blasphemy toward his God in Heaven,

The Masons who built,

Brick by brick,

The democracy we know today

Set forth, laying a foundation of stone,

But one stone they threw aside.

They looked at the awkwardly placed stone

And said, “It has no business in our pile,”

So they threw it aside

And set forth with guns and blood

To build their nation.

 

Soon, the nation was won in combatant at arms

But it was seen that men were wild and fanatic.

There was nothing which could,

Conceivably,

Give man the ability to rule himself.

Thus, they looked quietly at the corner stone

Awkward, but on the bridge they had built

It would fit perfectly.

It, a polyhedron,

With awkward seven sides

And three facades,

There was a place where it would fit perfectly.

 

Prometheus raged that this corner stone was needed

To build the Grecian Fire.

He raged, he flung for his weapons

To burst down the bridge,

But the founders took irons and clamped him

Sending him into the furnace abyss.

For the corner stone was Christ,

And the founders saw it was acceptable,

And the chief of corner stones.

 

 

Amendment XXVIII; as a Note, This Is not Law, but You Would Want it To Be.

Article 1: No test shall be administered in due process or in an investigation that is based on subliminal interpretations. Citizens have a right to a fair investigation that does not interpret subliminal actions which are out of a Citizen’s control, due to the possibility of false representations of such actions by authorities or court officials.

Article 2: The rights of an offender are to have public records expunged—in a compulsory act of the courts, by the courts at no fee for the defendant—the moment their punishment is over; and no public record of such criminal offenses are allowed to be kept by private or public officials or individuals, except as a matter of court records, and only for Aye or Nay that such a proceeding had happened, without injury or bias toward the defendant of a criminal justice proceeding.

Article 3: No crime is to have statutory conditions; all crimes must be arbitrated by the courts, and all penalties and duties must be arbitrated by the courts prior to sentencing.

Article 4: Police, prosecutors and investigators, as a matter of jurisprudence, cannot have access or possess records of criminality, due to the inherent bias against individuals who would hold such records. Criminal records, also, are not admissible as evidence in a court of law.

 

 

 

 

Guinevere

I am angry with you

For what you didn’t do.

Left me, and did not come to me.

Why oh why did this mistress haunt?

Why did you flaunt?

Why did you show yourself

Just to disappear?

 

Around in circles we go

With no song able to inspire the insipid feeling

The one I have toward you.

It is not hate.

Rather, Guinevere,

You have made me lose faith in love.

 

Where were you when I needed you?

Where were you when I asked for you?

Hidden in the parcels of shadows

Like the very spectre I said I didn’t want.

 

You are more beast

Than human being.

Trotting with Lancelot as if a heated mare pissing blood;

You move like a dog, and lick the tongue like an adder.

 

Let me be…

Will you not?

Will this rage have to burn forever?

When will you simply let me be the man I’m supposed to be?

Rather, you will turn on me, like you always did.

The moment I was vulnerable with you

You cast me away like I was nothing.

 

Type, o fingers, type.

There is nothing but madness in you.

Do you want classical Greece

Guinevere?

Do you want Rome?

How about the whole world?

That you’d take,

But I, I you wouldn’t.

Have it all.

 

I want no woman except the one who’d make this decision:

If given the world or me

She’d take me.

For that was my heart toward you.

But I was weak with you, wasn’t I?

And that made you lose your love for me.

It was not love that you felt, heifer.

Leave me, for I spit at you

Guinevere.

Why do I even have to know your ways?

Adulteress.

A thousand stories are told of you

And no man can understand it

Because he does not know your ways.

Yet I, I had to meditate on it

And save me once more, I did not make the mistake

Of courting you

And then having you find one superior to me.

 

With my inferiority, you take me.

For this, my love is pure

And I heard, “Loyalty is what’s most attractive.”

Loyalty is not attractive, but money, fame and prowess

Those are what attracts the woman Guinevere.

Let no man fool you.

Without a Sistine Chapel

If sculpted the Pieta

And David,

And painted the Sistine Chapel,

Where to go from there?

 

I have written Prophecy.

I have written in high English Poetry.

I have written Modernist Poems.

I have written Literature.

I have written High Fantasy.

I have written worlds as dense as Tolkien’s.

 

I look at the Writer’s Market.

It gets thinner every year.

 

A Tall Glass of Water

Standing, nodding off to sleep,

When it’s time for the grind,

A tall cup of water does the trick.

 

Nothing is like a tall glass of water.

When your mouth is a sponge

Because it’s too dry,

Drink that glass;

Smoothly it goes down.

A good glass of water is

Almost like cream in lather;

There is no taste,

But it is still sweet.

 

Grogginess,

Eating too much,

Feeling like a slug,

Fatigue,

A little of it all gets washed away,

Welcoming the day’s task.

Guinevere

I am angry with you

For what you didn’t do.

Left me, and did not come to me.

Why oh why did this mistress haunt?

Why did you flaunt?

Why did you show yourself

Just to disappear?

 

Around in circles we go

With no song able to inspire the insipid feeling

The one I have toward you.

It is not hate.

Rather, Guinevere,

You have made me lose faith in love.

 

Where were you when I needed you?

Where were you when I asked for you?

Hidden in the parcels of shadows

Like the very spectre I said I didn’t want.

 

You are more beast

Than human being.

Trotting with Lancelot as if a heated mare pissing blood;

You move like a dog, and lick the tongue like an adder.

 

Let me be…

Will you not?

Will this rage have to burn forever?

When will you simply let me be the man I’m supposed to be?

Rather, you will turn on me, like you always did.

The moment I was vulnerable with you

You cast me away like I was nothing.

 

Type, o fingers, type.

There is nothing but madness in you.

Do you want classical Greece

Guinevere?

Do you want Rome?

How about the whole world?

That you’d take,

But I, I you wouldn’t.

Have it all.

 

I want no woman except the one who’d make this decision:

If given the world or me

She’d take me.

For that was my heart toward you.

But I was weak with you, wasn’t I?

And that made you lose your love for me.

It was not love that you felt, heifer.

Leave me, for I spit at you

Guinevere.

Why do I even have to know your ways?

Adulteress.

A thousand stories are told of you

And no man can understand it

Because he does not know your ways.

Yet I, I had to meditate on it

And save me once more, I did not make the mistake

Of courting you

And then having you find one superior to me.

 

With my inferiority, you take me.

For this, my love is pure

And I heard, “Loyalty is what’s most attractive.”

Loyalty is not attractive, but money, fame and prowess

Those are what attracts the woman Guinevere.

Let no man fool you.

Advice to Young Writers

If you are writing for yourself

And it is something different then everyone else,

But you still desire to get paid…

 

You will hear time and time again,

“Write what sells, and then try to sell your writing then.”

It does not work.

 

Stefani Germanotta did a series of hits

And when she attempted to woo her true love,

You’d know the hits, but not of it

That she did.

 

For, her reputation was already made

To be a monster made by fame.

Write, instead, what is true to you.

 

Do not sell out,

For then you are a fool.

That’s Deep

The professor stood at the podium.

He opened up the poem.

From it he said,

 

“The poem is a warning about the British Isles,

“To stay unified, and therefore be impenetrable.

 

“The battle of Camlann,

“One of the three futile battles in British History,

“Is reflected back in the three futilities.

“The first futility is Guinevere’s love.

“The second futility Lancelot’s friendship.

“The third is Arthur’s landing at Dover.

 

“However, conquest was what brought Arthur away from the shores

“Conquest with France, with Rome.

“And this brought Mordred the opportunity

“To seize the throne, and to try and seize his stepmother the queen.

“And seeking conquest at the boarders of Mirkwood,

“What were unknown and uncharted lands,

“Arthur had to withdraw his force,

“And return to Britain,

“But it was futile, for Albion was already lost.”

 

One of the students said,

“That’s deep.”

 

The professor smiled,

“That is a Marianas trench.”