Noting the Didache

I see the Didache says,
"And you shall be saved
"By the Curse Himself."
I go to blot it out
And write "Itself"
For "Itself" is also
G846. My pen explodes
In that moment,
And puts a black stain
On the page,
But doesn't blot out
Any font. So, I put a note
"Or Itself." You shall be saved
By the Curse itself.
And certainly, a curse
Saved me from blotting out
An important double entendre.

Sulfur Polypore

I walk through the woods,
And see a couple venturing through them.
I ask them if they saw the mushrooms.
They said, "Yes, and I think they are edible."
I tell them, Sulfur Polypore is
But I do not know about those.
I also tell them, eat nothing from a forest
Unless you're an expert.
I come home, and see Jack o' Lantern
Mushrooms look nearly identical
And grow from tree roots too.
I only hope they listened,
And weren't like our handsome ancestors
That beautiful couple in the garden.

The Facts

Jesus is a real historical figure
The Gospels are real accounts by eye witnesses.
Jesus really fulfilled over 300 messianic prophecies. 
Rome actually crucified Him. 
Tacitus actually found His death warrant. 
Josephus actually recorded He lived. 
The Apostolic Fathers actually saw eyewitnesses of the resurrection. 
James the LORD’s brother actually died believing He is the Christ. 
Nero actually persecuted Christians and blamed us for setting Rome on fire.

The Theodicy

Jesus’ entire ministry addresses the Theodicy, Alex. Literally, it’s just a way of saying, “There’s absurd suffering in this world, so believe in me, and you’ll go to a perfect one.”

Consider the theme of the Resurrection? How can man–who is incredibly fallible–live for eternity without suffering, without the perfect mind and body of Christ? How can there be peace without the Spirit? Obviously, the world is cruel, evil, destructive… God knows that, so He prepared a better one. The world was always that way, too, due to the fall. It wasn’t supposed to be a perfect world, and the days where we were supposed to make our lives here, ended when Babylon Sacked Jerusalem.

Like the real thing to think about, is how Sin causes suffering. And by elevating it to the top of the Pantheon–by making Sin the milieu–you’re causing even more suffering, not less. The Law is meant to help ease suffering, by giving a perfect statute, which will inevitably cause peace and tranquility, even in the face of natural disaster or misfortune. Because people will share one another’s burdens. But, with the Every Man for Himself routine, and the libertine mores regarding sexuality, we can’t find the things that cause human happiness, as all those avenues are blocked, and replaced with something dirty that cannot fulfill the true desires of mankind.

The Wildberries in Heaven

The Wildberries in Heaven

Through the meadow pass, the heavenly host walk 
Through the golddust ways.
Gleefully, they pluck the wildberries
Searching for the flowers in the tall grains
By the park paths.
They pluck them from the stem
And eat, a living fruit which bears to eternity
The little berry they found, in the flower
In the field like a Chicory, Violet or Daisy;
Its fruit matured, one of the twelve kinds,
And the children meander through the meadow grains
And eat the fruit, by the tall trees
In their perfect shapes.
Many children are made, and they have more room to roam,
"Increase our borders" they will say,
And they shall expand out into heavenly cities
Unoccupied, millennia, eons, down the way
And there, shall move through the opalescent cities;
New colors, as pleasing to the eyes as Green and Blue and Brown
Shall dazzle us, in spectacles of new sight and taste.
The geese and their ganders shall swim in the frothy waters
Of the lakes and cataracts, and fly hither and thither
To come to you, and they shall be milked.
Or the crocodile, too, shall wander to you like a wiggly pup
And shall roll over, and be milked.
And yet, the trees shall wave and clap their hands
And play with you, on the tire swings or the jump ropes
And the gemstones shall litter the walkways.
It shall be beautiful. More beautiful than all of this.

The INFP

The world revolves around the Rotary Clubs
And Masonic Lodges, the Boy Scouts,
The Basketball Teams, the Fire Fighters
The Church Groups and the Engineers and Lawyers.
An INFP is not one of them.
We are dreamers, and as I looked
Over notes on a poem by Wordsworth
I realized our place is to shape the hopes
Of a generation. We are the artists
And hope is our work, to build
Brighter futures for all to envision with us.
Unfortunately, we are also corrupted
By these very same, and shamed into
Making vulgarities and filth.
I don't know why.

Footsteps

Partly cloudy, with thunder clouds,
Grey, and a hazy overcast,
The moist yet cool summer air
Wafts a smell like dirt and tree pheromones.
A spooky ambiance fills the path
And a hazy color, as heavy footsteps
Trod around me. I tread lightly,
Wondering if it is a squirrel or a walnut,
When a Mule Doe wanders onto the path.
It stares at me, and I speak to it,
And it runs away a bit, but follows
Beside me through the trail.
I hear its herd all around me,
As the animals make noises
And the birds, strange noises.

John Ashbery

Psychic tension, of postmodern thoughts
Self accusations, grand superficial narratives...
Like Ezra Pound I see my reflection
And put into the narrative my own story.
I see poetry is destroyed, and literature too;
The feminist breakdances at the Olympics
And finally the world sees what I have been saying
If only for a brief moment, and then it goes
Back to its squalor. "Vogue, Vogue, Vogue,
"The markets are God, nonsense is the only sense;
"We must be like Picasso and see everything in all dimensions."
Yet, his most beautiful portrait is simply his lover
In elegant lines.