Tag: Poem

Dear, Freddy

Dear,
Freddy

You are leaps and bounds more intelligent than I. I cannot compare to you. I've often feigned intelligence, saying I had an IQ of 300. Seriously. Yes, I was a fool. But, I am a genius, too. My IQ is 157. Not 189. You're probably learning the numbers of Pi out to two thousand decimals. You're probably a musician, a poet, a master at physics. The world is yours, but I'd advise you not to take it.

The danger of intelligence is a contempt upon less intelligent men. However, even the most atheistic tribesmen who are hunter gatherers believe in Heaven--- To them, the soul travels to the Sun and that is the extent of their religion. There is nothing more nor deep about it. But, they believe in a soul and they believe that their loved ones reunite in the afterlife. And good thing, too, if we could all come with this template of having shed our superstitions, and just been taught the basics of religion.

However, as I said to a prominent YouTuber, Christ is our food. Here upon the planet, He's as necessary as our daily bread. Food builds up ou bodies, but Christ our spiritual lives. The world may be round, old, and men might have come from apes, but the fact remains that there is a God. I cannot prove Him to you, nor ought I prove Him to you, as He can surely prove Himself to you if He wants. 

This gets into the fact that you are so intelligent, and you'll invariably find a lot of opposition to God. Think to yourself why this is, when Jesus' words were harmless. There's some real evidence for you, that a man who lived a perfect life, spoke words which even the most simple could agree with, is disparaged by all. Some will say they like his teachings, but not the Christians. And I hope you don't fall into that trap, as I've been abused by Christians more than most. I've been abused by atheists, too. I find all men are traitors, but we have to hold onto faith that there is good. Humans have very little aptitude for goodness on their own, and the more I go through life, the more I find that love grows colder with every generation and the shining lights grow warmer. Those shining lights are Christians. That this is the core of religious belief, that we hold onto the good in men, and understand it doesn't originate within ourselves. Rather, if we reject the source, we grow shallow, cold, rude, and petulant. And sure, you're going to grow cold in your life. We all do, but that is the renaissance of Christ, that He can reawaken in us a passion for all the good we knew as a child.

Your joy, your love, at the tender age I see you is nurtured. But, sin will creep in and people will try to steal it from you. It's illogical why humans have to steal from other humans the good things within them. Unless you account for a very real enemy who wants you to lose those things. But, we know that Christ is greater than he, and Christ has overcome the world, in whatever form the world may be. That human passions are illogical, often times outright cruel, but the joy and love experienced in childhood is a seemingly obvious antidote to that. And soon, you'll be with peers who will want to strip from you that joy. They call it jealousy, they call it lots of things. It's just sin. If you were beautiful, they'd try to fill you with lust and pride. If you were strong, they'd try to fill you with aggression. Because you are smart, they will try to fill you with doubts. And, if you hold onto your faith, they'll try to strip away from you the very real intelligence you have. And there is no logical reason why. Not when everyone can share in the joys and passions of this world equally, there's no reason for us to have to strive against one another, yet that very strife is the thing that runs the world.

The smartest man in the world, he receded to a farm and tended livestock with the love of his life. That is a wisdom I wish to pass down to you. That if you are gifted with intelligence, you'll see a vanity in the world which only a few things are truly good. They'll want you to fix the world, they'll want you to grab life by the wrists and fight it into submission. But truly intelligent people see the vanity of it all, and really all they want to do is live a life worthy of the gift of breath. Truly intelligent people know that life would be a lot better off without the striving and competition. They know that solidarity and unity, and even love are superior to all else. And certainly, the more we grow into our adult lives, the more these attributes wane and the more we recede into a vain life filled with superficial people and superficial events. Things which happened a month ago are seemingly earth shattering, while the great truths of history are forgotten, and even repeated. 

All I can tell you is that when you're older, you'll see the same things repeated in the next generations, and the things you thought were new might be, but likely in many ways aren't. You'll see that the childlike wonder and curiosity is discouraged, and everyone wants there to be a damned purpose for everything we do. I'm not saying you need to become an artist, heaven forbid it. Just, remember that what task you choose in life is only as important as the amount of joy it brings you. And also remember that the very meaning you strive for isn't found here, but is found in Someone Else.

I Found You One Evening

I found you one evening
While walking through a vision;---
I saw your face,
And knew you were my all.

I then saw you in my dreams
Mourning the loss of your love...
Did he love you?
I don't know, but I saw you

Sitting on your sofa
With your legs over the arms;
You were so cute
And I heard your name.

To me, it was the name of Heaven.
Where are you, my princess?
Are you held captive somewhere
By King Solomon?

Know this, I would give a talent
Of precious silver
Just to see your face again;
The face of Erin Amaris, Jorgia Erin; 

Your name is Zion;
God's gift.

Obfuscate

Please don't make me a philosopher.
Make me a writer, a story teller.
Make me a preacher; maybe my sermons are interesting.
Make me a reader who always tried to understand words.

The questions I ask are very different
From Philosophy's.
I'm not interested in whether God exists
Or whether there is choice;
Not in moral nature;
Neither in meaning nor in consciousness.

Jesus is God.
There is choice.
Morals are absolute and can be discovered.
Meanings are clear.
Conscience is obvious and reliable.

No, I'm interested in why people don't understand those things.
Why don't people believe in Jesus?
Why do men get dissuaded from moral certainties?
Why can a simple sentence get obfuscated by a reader?
Why don't people see their conscience is reliable?
Why can they not adduce from their own sight that others have the same?

Those are the questions I ask.

And the answer is always the same.
Because sin is lovely
Until it makes you unable to answer simple questions.

I've been called Pseudo-philosophical for making these observations.

The Evidence

When I look into a baby's eye,
When I see coefficients can be used to find any quadrilateral's side,
When I look into the moon against a blue sky,
When I see Pi is a circle's circumference if the diameter is one,
When I see lines, arranged, follow certain rules when taking shapes,
When I see a sentence can always be understood, regardless of syntax,
When I see moral philosophers discovering the very principles Christ taught,
When I see ancient myths of resurrections,
When I see miracles described by Plutarch,
When I see the ramifications of bad philosophies on the world,
When I see the effects bad behaviors have on societies,
When I see Christ prophesied in the Old Testament,
When I see genuine human kindness, oh how rare it's become!,
When I see the stars and Niagara falls with the feelings they arouse,
When I see genuine romantic love that will persist,
When I remember peace,
When I watch a movie, and the good men kill evil ones,
When I see people who want to love themselves are the most selfish,
When I see falsehoods spring up into popular ideology, and they warp society into melancholia,
When I see nobody is happy, but I remember a time when they were,
When I felt the love of my family, my grandmother, my grandfather, my aunts and uncles,
When I see morals are certain because behaviors have consequences,
When I see selfishness hurts people, and twists all of society into a deep sadness,
When I see lustful people are vexed all the time, and filled with anxiety and bitterness,
When I see prideful people are loved for a short time, but it's only because everyone has too much pride,
When I see science calls evil things good and good things evil---I say to myself, "That can't be right",
When I see rainbows, saw cicadas in 1994, see the diamond of life within an Animal's mien,
When I remember being a baby, and not being an Atheist, but rather I talked directly to God,
When I see beauty is symmetrical and beauty is health,
When I see the colors of wildflowers and the bees pollenating them; 
What caused the bee to fly and need plant nectar?,
What caused the beginning of the world?,
What reason do we grow colder the further we drift from Christ,?,
What reason do the men claim there is no God, when their very breath is the evidence?,
What reason do we believe our consciences cannot perceive the real world?,
What reason do we pervert our nature to cause ourselves suffering, but then lie to and say we do not suffer?,
What reason do we say "Morals are universal," when the only moral men agree upon is "Thou Shalt not Kill?,
How long will it be when even that moral is no more?,
How many times must we witness a miracle, before we can stop rationalizing to ourselves that there is no God?,
How many beloved Christians have to die for the faith?,
Why did St. Paul and the other Apostles die for Jesus?,
Why is it said that Christ never existed, when His birth and death records are so stored in the Vatican?,
Why does Christ's death record say "He who claimed to be the Son of God," if not for Roman Conspiracy?,
Why did Rome spread a rumor and say the Apostles overwhelmed Centurions?
Why need this lie if He did not exist? ,
Why need this lie if He did not raise from the dead?,
Why are so many in self deceit and unhappy, when they can loose themselves from the bonds of Sin?,
Why are there righteous men who suffer, if not because Christ had said it?,
Why are there evil men who prosper, if not because Christ had said it?,
Why do we all know right from wrong, until we start claiming that neither can be truly understood?,
Why do we claim there is nothing certain, when there are many certain things?,
Why do we claim reason is subjective, if not only because we ourselves cannot understand?,
If we cannot understand something as simple as the meaning of a sentence, then how can we claim there is no God?,
That is the evidence I see, and there is much more.

The Death of St. Jude

St. Jude was nailed upon a rod
And a bird had nested there.
The Prince of Tyre and Ephraim
Made a god of him, despaired.

Prufrock had then busied himself
And could earn his loathsome lot
From St. Jude, whose poetry,
Was called Apollo's, a god's.

Prufrock lived long, loved his life
And dreamily thumbed his belt;
He wore suspendered trousers
But did drown himself in hell.

He lived with pleasure; "his" songs
Had won him beautiful wife.
The pleasure of her soft skins
Greatly eased all of his strife.

Yet a third had watched it all
Wondering oft when the throngs
Of merry mischief makers
Would then listen to his songs.

For the Godmakers had made
St. Jude their blasphemous rock.
Yet when they crucified him,
He said, 
"Cursed be all who call me God!"

Making Candy

I see the candy first
And seeing it is blue
And pink, and red and green
I am offended by 
The sweets. I say, "I can
"Make candy just as sweet."

So I do, and seeing
The inlays of the strings
Of hardening sugars
And the filling of true
To form flavors, drawing
Out the long sugar strands
In their colorful dough...
I then see the process
For my self, and respect
It---But, I like cooking
My roasts, cauliflower 
Heads and risotto filled
With wine, cheese and creamy
Lathers of tradition.