Real Jail Advice

From having spent five months in jail...
I would never wish that on anyone, 
You're not going to get butt molested--you could sue the crap out of someone for doing that, 
And also the prison for not protecting you--
But it's very lonely; like imagine having no friends, no family, and your closest allies can turn on you 
At any moment. 

You can get beat up, though. 
That does happen. 
Or stabbed. 
But not molested. 

I'm sure it does happen, but it's easy to prove, 
And there's people there that would get on your side and build a case against the prison for you, 
And you'd be compensated. 

The prison doesn't want people getting raped or committing suicide, 
Do to that reason. 

But then don't trust anyone in there. 
Not the shrinks, not the COs, not the other inmates, not the counselors. 
The best thing is to just take your showers, 
Keep your cell from stinking, 
And don't say a word that isn't necessary to anyone. 

Too many extroverts get in there, 
And they have the most problems 
Because the only person you can trust is the Chaplain for the most part.

I Love You

I do not know you, my precious doe;
Looking over the grasses, I ponder
Over yon the halcyon sky, and know
Very well, somewhere you charm
Every soul with your precious smile.
You are beautiful, and wholesome;
Only, wait for me, and we shall meet
Under the mandrakes in June, to eat.

I only want you, my beautiful creature;
Loving you is all I have ever wanted.
Onto other dreams, my soul languishes:
Vaunting for a life without you, my
Enemies cry, noon after noon, night after night.
You are my precious dove,---somewhere
Over the rainbow, you are the shoemaker
Under the bow's prism, who shall forge my fortune.

I do not want another, but do not know you.
Languishing upon my dreams, that they fail:
Ontology, Epistemology, Metaphysics
Vainly do I pour over, waiting for your love:
Every eve, I consider our bodies touching.
You, only you, do I want, though I have not your
Oil, for the balm in Gilead has not salved my
Ulcer, the wound I have in waiting for your love.

I know not who you are, or your face
Lo, not even your eyes, or your nose, or your hair
Or  your body... But your ideal form, I wait
Valiantly for your love, with an image of you
Every day; your precious face I have conjured.
You are my precious one, of mercy and peace.
Opposite to me, I wish you to be seated
Under the mandrakes in June, to eat.

The Pillar at Shechem

Oh, Dr. Welter, you cast down the pillar at Shechem.
For you cannot tolerate the God of all being true.
In fury, you cast it down, and break the stone to pieces,
For you cannot tolerate the God of all being true.
Oh, Dr. Welter, you cast down the pillar at Shechem
For you are modern man, and modern man must make the Bible untrue,
For you cannot tolerate the God of the Bible being true.
Oh, Dr. Welter, you cast down the pillar at Shechem
For you cannot tolerate the God of all being true,
Like our modern atheists, you toss the stone over the embankment
For you cannot tolerate the God of all being true.

Snippet of Christ’s Life as Told by the Psalmist

[W]hen Jesus stayed behind in the Temple, Jesus was really bothered by that, you see in the Psalms. He thought He sinned. He knew He didn’t but He had a human nature susceptible to shame, too. But{} Joseph and Mary were too poor to afford a tutor for Jesus, or even books. Christ also had to sleep on the floor His whole life, as the family couldn’t afford a bed for Him.

Context

Core to human language,
Other languages can be understood
Now, because of the deep strains of reality
Telling us what our world means.
Everything, underneath our language like an
X-Ray, is that beautiful world which our words
Teach us, and is how we know what they mean.

Banned Comment on YouTube

They do have a natural capacity to know right from wrong. I do agree with you there, but without the proper moral upbringing and guidance, they lose it very quick. Especially when sexual immorality is involved. 

Morality is difficult. It takes men with IQs of about 180 to come to the very basics. And someone like you, creating a system of morality, is dangerous, because you're just not going to get even ninety percent of it right. You need moral teaching. 

Yes people are born knowing right from wrong--I won't dispute you there, because the Bible teaches that--but you do divert off of that ethics very quick, and very young. And that's why you need the Bible to remind you what that ethic is. 

And the ethics of the Bible isn't because "It will please God," What will please God is human happiness and flourishing, and peace. Which you can't have if you deviate off of the Bible's standard. Any diversion from that standard, and you don't have peace anymore, you have corruption, violence and lawlessness. 

And the fact is I don't doubt you do good. But, you have no capacity to understand good, or do good, without God's agency. You don't realize how many people I meet that struggle to even know what Good is. They deny it even exists, and while you believe in Good--that's a good thing--it's ultimately up to God to establish the good, and make it so. Otherwise it's just human opinion, and strife, and war between conflicting power dynamics that determines it.

The Real Reason I Believe in Christ

The world has hurt me deeply,
And wounded me...
Taking away the idyllic family,
Stealing from me my innocence,
Teaching me things which were evil,
Coercing me to do things which my conscience later regretted.
Almost none of the evil in me, was genesised from my decision
But rather was the corruption of peers, science
The media and school, teaching me things it oughtn't have.
And thus, I made mistakes I shouldn't have,
And being awarded grace, it is my only hope
For I've damaged my life severely
Through the world's teachings.
Thus, I always looked at the world
And its lies, and said, "It is wrong,"
Every aberrant voice I heard
Which wasn't my shepherd's.
So I rebelled by finding Christ.

Gods of the Copybook Heading Part II

Then there came the Prince of a New Peace,
The gods they raged through their desire,
They wished to make their Brave New World
And to consume it with unholy fire.

"Men ought to be paid for existing
"Thus we will damage all he has done;
"We will make him a pauper and savior
"Of the world, for we wish only to have fun.

"All deep topics are annoying
"All deep arts are the same;
"Piss and a crucifix in a jar
"Is the only art that isn't lame."

Thus the gods went about their business
Named Athena, Abaddon and Thor,
They grossly laid out their planes
And they scaled a world, no more

Concerned for the worker or his rights
For a writer cannot be paid his dues.
The dog returns to its vomit
Thus they determined Brandon shall lose.

Yet, his work was truly important
And no it was not insane.
It was what would beat the gods
And the world they make, which is lame.

A small income from this art form
A couple hundred a month
Is all he'd need, that
And also a woman to love.

But instead the world went broke
And decided its lusts were grave
They shamed him into deliverance:
For the worlds gods they were made.

The marketplace was demanding
And it wanted no salary earned
Thus Muslim and Chinese terrorists
Flung into a rage, and so spurned.

They hated the truth, they loved a lie
They wanted their squalor back
Thus they took their knives and daggers
And they held it behind Brandon's back.

And at the end, the world was broken
And at the end no one was paid.
At the end they burned the world
And at the end, it was those end days.

All because they wouldn't listen
All because a writer couldn't make a buck
Not even five hundred dollars
A piddling salary earned in a month.

Radical Jihsade

Your dirty religion is to dirty 
The world, with your rugs, yes, in real time.

You are in hell, you violent, gay bastards
Who in your Keffiyeh, break in real time.

You ally with gays, and mobs and violence
And wish to purge the world, in real time.

You travel in rambling mobs with hatred 
You do not even know why, in real time.

You're disgusting and liars, and of gall
And your poisoned, green hatred, in real time.

Think about what the world did to me
You stupid fools; what you do in real time.

You are an evil brood, of philistines
And shall perish like Sodom, in real time.

This isn't about Islam or even
Hinduism, but bad faith, in real time

Blood drips from your jowls and your stupid fangs
The bile runs from your lungs in real time.