I read a passage by Ben Franklin. Some wise words. He said not to come to America If you wished to be a patron of the arts. Not to come, if you live luxuriously on land estates. Not to come if you wish to attain public office. More importantly, not to come if you're a writer. Americans are valued based on our abilities To work on cars, or smith, or tailor shoes. America is valued for the farmers The blue collar workers And being industrious in a trade And earning a small living Where there are neither abject poor Nor incredible wealth. I find this is the modern struggle That there are gentry born from California orchards And Southern Cotton Fields. There are politicians making obscene money And neither working, nor doing anything But profiting off of their positions. For, Ben Franklin said that didn't happen in America. And surely, Americans remember it in our race consciousness That it was true at a time, That American politicians were not rich. But, more on that Where is my place in this economy? America's founder said this was not a land for poets. Europe was. And I have not the money to move to Europe. Nor do I have the skill to do anything Beside write arcane poems about politics and psychology. God forbid I ever be a governor. But, I'm born with a mind that understands human nature. I offend people with it--- Surely, there is an argument with a woman I am having, which presumes to be that I am stupid For seeing exactly what I've always seen since a child. But, there is nothing in this country to reward that. For it is dead. Our country never needed it A mind like my own For we were mechanics, tailors, farmers, Cobblers, smiths and coal miners. With that said, I ought to have heard it from Ben Franklin himself. I am unwelcome in my own land. My talents unnecessary. However, it is all I am capable of doing. I wonder what he would say about it. If this poem seems critical of the United States It is not. Rather, hearing it from one of our founders has given me great peace. Though, it has also shown me that I am incredibly useless.
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They Soil All Joy
The hardest thing to Understand is some people Enjoy wallowing In the mud and basking in The filth; they soil all joy...
Evidence
They will say, "Where's the evidence?" I remember having a discussion With a militant atheist Who wanted Religion to be classified as a mental illness. One of his cohorts came on this blog And when confronted by this fact Told me, "There is no evidence that this conversation ever happened." He'd be right. I whooped the man so bad that he deleted his profile. But, now we recede into the truth of this century That evidence is being destroyed And then it's being asked, "Where is the evidence?" I suppose that the pictures of Babylon and the Tel Dan Stele Isn't evidence enough? I'm sure tons existed But they've scratched the inscriptions off the stones. Of course Babylon existed. It's preserved in Words written by ancient historians. Yet, the evidence is being destroyed So I can point to less and less. There was a documentary on YouTube About how Hitler broke down Church walls Destroyed stain glass windows And tore down crucifixes. And, the evidence doesn't exist. It is forgotten. The evidence now exists in our conscience Knowing this is not how the Earth is supposed to be.
Politeitics
At the Arby’s he sat at the drive-through window. He ordered the Chicken Salad Sandwich, but they discontinued it. So, he ordered a Reuben, and curly fries. He drove to the window, and heard music. It was using every swear word in the book. So, he asked the man at the window, “Do you think that music is appropriate?” The man looked back, and said, “It isn’t even mine.” Shaking his head in disapproval, masking a hint of reverse racist scorn— Even insinuating the music were inappropriate was racist, as was assuming it was his.
A few months earlier, there was a man listening to similar music. He asked that same man, “Is this your music?” The man said, “Yes.” So, he said, “Do you think it’s appropriate?” The man said, “No.”
Perhaps remembering the previous time it happened—that the man at the window were the owner of the music—it inclined him to ask without the formality of finding out whether he owned it. But, being that the second attendant was offended by the mere suggestion of his music being offensive, said, “We’re a laid back generation, and we don’t give…” To which, he replied, “What if a family drove by here, and their children heard that?”
Of course, it was racist because it wasn’t “his music.” To which, making a man an offender for a word, is itself a form of racism. Insinuating he were racist, when four months previously the same question was asked. Perhaps the polities were missing. To which, it was impolite, maybe. But not racist.
And the Reuben was alright. He forgot to ask for Horsey Sauce.
A Letter to Nazis
Dear, Nazis First off, don't call yourselves Christian. Jesus was Jewish. It's a Jewish name. Second off, you probably don't understand your own beliefs. There were common myths in Europe that an "Aryan Race" Distributed their insignias throughout all the Earth And then the belief became popular through a pseudo-Anthropologic Movement, that suggested all of the innovations in human history Were created by an "Aryan Race." This race, they say, ruled over India And carried their culture throughout the world And they believed that all of the mythologies and innovative religions Such as Egyptian, Vedic, Norse, Anglo-Saxon, Greek, Roman and yes, even Christian, Were artifacts of this mythological race. However, if one studies history, It was the Persians who migrated to India Became mixed with the Indians, And thus called themselves "Aryan" And hence, the reason why it seems so. Because from the cradle of civilization Persians carried artifacts from the surrounding areas--- From the cradle of civilization in Mesopotamia--- Into India, and certainly carried them everywhere else. With the help of other cultures, such as Egypt Or Greece, or Rome. Thus, the white race of mythology Is actually the Persian race of reality. Third thing, White people are incredibly barbaric If left to their own devices. Without Jewish thought, they'd be succumbed to savagery As is seen in World Wars I and II. As, the Vikings pillaged Christendom for centuries And as was the two front war fought for many years Between the Northern Barbarians And the civilized Arab and Persian empires to the south. Meaning, civilization came by way of Jewish and Greek traditions Not Norse or White traditions. Hence the term "Greco-Roman." In fact, the whole entirety of Western Thinking Is rooted in dark skinned peoples. The Jews and the Greeks. Whites were tribal and barbaric to the Romans; And posed a threat to civilization for many years. And I think that is sufficed enough to say That just about everything you believe is a lie. It has been Western Empiricism and Christianity That has improved the lives of so many. The first invented by the British---who are a superior culture--- And the second invented by the Jews. Which, it makes sense you subjugated Celts and Jews Because they were, in all technicality Superior to you in every way. So, your own inferiorities Made you lash out against prosperous peoples. Hence I've made my piece, And if you can still be a Nazi despite it Then you are very much like the Nordic Barbarian Whose only innovation was blood and violence.
The Cycle
Mencius said that civilization is like a cycle. There are periods which tyrants reign And silly conversations take place Because of unrighteousness. Then, a noble Sage rises up And strikes a balance by establishing The traditions of long ago. What's interesting about Mencius Is that he was a student of Confucius And Confucius was a student Of the ancient kings. Who were those ancient kings? Were they not ideations and glorifications of the past? Yet, from studying those specters From studying those archetypes Confucius and Mencius forged a happy civilization.
Light
What is seen, is that our geniuses have been forsaken And intellects which are inferior are trying to piece together The tapestry of our design. So, not grasping fully the principles of the past We move forward, trying to alter them. Yet, the truths aren't understood Therefore, we abridge them and distort them To a point where the grand serenity of our Golden Ages Is forgotten, and it soon follows that men grow less wise as years pass on.
Imagine Our Earth Were A Book
Imagine our Earth were a book. And imagine God were the author of that book. God wrote the book. And, isn't a book something different Than our three dimensional world? It exists purely in thought. It cannot be accessed Except by comprehending what the words on the paper mean. It's the difference between our four dimensional space And pure imagination. Now, imagine everything we could experience Were like that book to God. And God were like we reading it. How silly would it be for the characters In that paper to use the events in that book To comprehend the man who wrote it. Such is with Genesis, That if you authored a book And edited it It would look different Describing the edits you did Than it would if you read the events In chronological order within the book. For we and our history are like the book And the Bible contains a literal history of How it was written; It catalogs all of its edits And presents them to us chronologically In the point of view of God's Eternal Present.
Captive
Muse, oh captive one, Caught in the mischief of the Kings.
Our Fetishes
The Pigmy in the forest So I've heard Found a glass bottle. The bottle he found, he worshipped. The tribe turned the glass bottle into their God Bowed to it, worshipped it, Set it in its wreath of fine leaves. It turned their whole village mad. I look at the fetishes of our culture How the bottle is almost like our ideas. They unite us, they divide us, They disrupt the continuity of the sound mind. Good ideas--- Well formed ones--- Are free of fetishes. It is not Post Hoc Ergo Proptre Hoc But the distilled singularity of the notion That it will save, redeem, Bring some awful power into existence And manifest the miraculous comfort we adore. Religion is not the same as fetishism. Rather, fetishism is some abnormal mental defect Brought on by an object being placed As the sole foundation of our reason. If placed there, whether science, race or holy book, It produces in individuals the divisiveness Of all of its defects. For, even the Bible becomes a fetish To some Christians--- To not understand its sense But rather get bogged down in the literal interpretations. For, the chapters of war in the Bible To my humble intelligence Are there to ease the conscience of a soldier Who has done abominable things. Not a how to guide on war. And stoning the homosexual or adulterer Is much the same, that we've all been degenerates at some point in our lives And must live humbly with the fact that we deserve a lot worse Than what we get. Or, the most ridiculous one That Genesis must be taken literally. It must be that the earth was created in six literal days As you ask anyone educated It's just not something we can literally believe. Even myself. But, if you cannot still believe in Jesus Despite that, then you hadn't really known Him. As, it's just the fetish you've created One which will be destroyed in the end.