Tag: Poem

Freedom is Treason

When criticizing your government is treason

All freedom has failed.

When holding them accountable for their actions is treason

All freedom has failed.

When smelling something foul in the air is treason

All freedom has failed.

When dreaming about the Great Man’s crime is treason

All freedom has failed.

When getting a prediction correct is treason

All freedom has failed.

When reading old books is treason

All freedom has failed.

When being intelligent is treason

All freedom has failed.

When every word you speak must be true

All freedom has failed.

When they spy on you for nothing

All freedom has failed.

When they listen to you

All freedom has failed.

When you cannot be prosperous through hard work

All freedom has failed.

When you can’t say what you think

All freedom has failed.

 

Has all freedom failed?

Radicals

One of the things I’ve noticed

Is that if everyone were to pick up an old book

Their misconceptions about today’s specialness would go away.

They’d realize two things.

What’s changed is people’s information,

And how they access it.

 

It amazes me how two years worth of Facebook radicalized the population

While two years worth of reading Tolstoy and Shakespeare had deradicalized me.

Because in books there is vetted information,

Vetted by time and distance.

Where, we can see similar problems emerge in previous generations,

And how they dealt with it always seemed to be the same.

Wars, and rumors of wars.

But, we can certainly realize a special fact that people were a lot more civilized

About their conceptions.

It used to be that Democracy was a radical opinion to uphold:

Greece was the sum of perfection to the intellectual mind.

Now, the intellectuals have Greece in all her splendor

And want to replace it with Babylon.

 

It amazes me, but at least in this generation I get to understand it.

Which, my arcane notions of how the world work;

It proves itself to work.

I make predictions, and they often come true.

Take away my ability to understand how the world worked

I suppose I would be a radical like Robespierre.

But, this opiate of understanding is a good one

To appease people like me,

Because now that I can freely understand what has gone so wrong,

I still fear it, I dread it,

But I do not feel like I have to fight over it.

It is that line where a Democracy must fight,

Must take up arms.

When the people no longer can understand what is wrong with it.

When they claim, “There is nothing wrong,”

Meanwhile Caesar crosses the Rubicon.

 

And, how people crave a tyrant.

How responsible people crave a moderate.

I suppose that is how democracy ends,

As Padme Amidala had put it: With thunderous applause.

People and Dogs

I’ve always noticed that dumb people

Will always say their dogs are dumb.

Smart people will always say their dogs

Are smart.

 

I have a notion to believe

It’s because the smarter people

Reckon to see the intelligent behavior patterns in their animals

While the dumb people condescend to the animal

Recognizing it as their mental inferior.

As, the ancient quote always goes

Nobody ridicules those they feel superior to.

They ridicule those who make them feel inferior.

Word

What offends a man is that Words can be heard.

We like to razor cut a word to its most precise meaning.

We like to then, since we cannot see it, nullify its meaning.

But, the word still exists, and it still has a meaning.

We operate on this principle every day.

That words have meaning,

Even those seemingly lost to the ether.

Those seemingly not found, or not understood,

Somewhere, if given enough time,

They will be understood.

 

If you read enough, you stop being an atheist.

The reason why is that you see,

Simply put,

Just how foolish Atheism is.

 

“Men cannot understand hard sentences,”

Says the atheist in literary studies.

But, alas, I do.

Somehow, postmodernism doesn’t exist

In my mind, that subjective interpretations are wrong.

I can, as a matter, imprint on a story what I will,

But Alice and Wonderland can easily be interpreted as nonsense.

We know it, because it communicates to us that it is nonsense,

Therefore, Postmodernists have one thing right:

Words do bring impulsive thoughts to our head.

But a good reader resists those thoughts,

And finds the clearly intended meaning.

That is how communication works.

 

“Men cannot know right from wrong, it’s only a matter of choice,”

Yet, if given enough thought, the fact remains that it is not a choice.

The atheist philosopher says this, but forgets the golden rule.

The philosophers who remember the Golden Rule

Are on a good track to becoming less Atheist,

Until their own conscience burdens them with a crime

And they no longer can be a Christian.

For they lose their faith because they wish

To continue in their crime. That is all.

 

I then study the much more profound moral truths,

Of what is. Not what I think it is.

What is, is that there is.

There is a clear meaning to every poem;

Even if that meaning is found in Postmodernism.

There is a meaning in Postmodernism.

There is, as it would turn out,

Wrong ways to interpret poems;

To go forward and read the poems

For what they mean to us.

That is the definition of crazy.

They, yes they, mean something.

We ought to find what they mean.

 

When Wordsworth apologized,

He apologized to a man like me.

One who lacked the concrete faith necessary

To move mountains,

But in his meekness found wisdom and charity.

Which, are more important than faith that can move mountains.

 

This is why Word is integral.

The Intelligent Learn How to be Stupid

The intelligent learn how to be stupid.

I used to pretend to be stupid,

In order to fit in, in order to survive.

Sentences with clear meaning

Fall over the heads of readers and listeners,

So, instead of using reason,

Just say, “That stupid because science.”

No matter how much logic or facts are packed into a sentence,

No matter how much research,

No matter how much evidence for the things unseen,

Or the substance of things hoped for,

Men lie, men steal, men learn the art of dumbing down

Their arguments to mere Rhetoric and Sophistry,

Getting it confused with logic.

 

How frustrating it is,

To listen to people go on and about

All the different myriads of stuff.

If presented with a cogent argument

They deny, deny, deny.

They even use tactics to win an argument.

Imagine if courts were all about winning,

Not proving innocence or guilt.

But, since egos are on the line,

People’s records of “Being tough on crime,”

Innocent people go to jail.

Precisely because of this bias and fundamental flaw

In the way we engage in communication.

It’s not to draw from men their wisdom

But to convince men that we are right.

 

How do you convince people of God’s existence today?

By simply presenting them with the case.

But, they would rather believe in no God,

Because it’s easier.

Deluded, but easier.

They call me a “Flat Earther,”

When I am nothing of the sort.

I say, rightly, we ought to believe in Evolution

And Earth as a Sphere.

The fact remains that I have never seen whether either existed.

I have faith that scientists are not lying to me.

Now you must have faith that I am not lying to you.

There is a God, and the reason why is because there is right and wrong.

There is communication.

There is truth.

There is good.

There is evil.

There is love, joy and peace.

Some might say, “How does that prove that God exists?”

How does Pi get calculated?

I would ask that to anyone who has never done it before.

Simply put, you just measure a circle’s circumference.

These things I present are the measurements used for God.

That there is righteousness and goodness.

You might say, “Well, didn’t God permit crimes?”

I would simply say, “Against nations filled with murderers,

“Pedophiles and cannibals.”

Given into that context, you’d have to be crazy

Not to see why they were destroyed.

 

Thus, when we refine an argument to its most crystal points

It’s most refined kernel,

All of the nuance of truth disappears.

When it disappears,

Men rely on the most primitive facts to discover moral judgment.

Rightly, the Cross is a rock of offense because the LORD had commanded

Wars, yet what do those critics do?

They simplify all arguments to a Sophistic draught

Of nothing, so that there cannot be justice.

And justice is formed by the comprehension of words and their intentions.

Thus, if one were to ask,

“Why ought not the intelligent learn how to communicate with the stupid?”

The reason why is that justice and mercy are at stake.

Should I say it to my friend,

Whom I argued with last night,

I would say this,

 

“Friend, there is a whole body of knowledge you’ve never seen.

“There is much you do not even know.

“I know, quite well, what you mean by “science”.

“But, do you know what I mean about justice?

“Science, unhinged from Word,

“Would become so disgusting and terrible for men and mankind,

“That without Word or its comprehension,

“There’d be no justice.

“Justice is found in the Word,

“The ability to judge the complexities of thought and motivations.

“Without that, I’m afraid science would be more like a prison

“And less like a wing.”

 

I doubt he would understand it.

As, why would he?

He is stubborn,

That simply in the word’s meanings

That is how you know it is truth.

What do you do with deaf ears?

Can you teach them to hear?

As meaning is integral,

And is the sole truth I am teaching.

Not facts, not actualities.

Simply that it can be understood

With the proper amount of time and effort.

And with that, it proves a whole world

Inaccessible to most of our modern men.

For intelligence, when it stoops to the lowest depths

In order to catch the ear with a rhetorical persuasion,

Is the most foul use for it.

Bring the low high,

Do not let the high be humiliated.

 

There is a Crushing Amount of Weight on Me

There is a crushing amount of weight on me

To think, “I had spent this whole time

“On something that hasn’t worked.”

I spent an entire lifetime trying to work at this art.

It has not earned me much.

 

Yesterday,

I realized that nobody is stealing from me.

Rather, nobody wants my work.

The hardest pressed thing in my heart

Is to find that my best isn’t good enough.

But, this is all I can do.

 

I feel like I’m trapped in a cage,

Where every time I try to leave it

I am shocked.

So, I am trained not to leave the cage.

I feel sad, and confused.

I feel slighted and cheated.

 

Did I prophesy for gain?

Every prophecy I’ve spoken

I have not earned money from.

I will not.

I do not prophesy for gain.

I do not believe I do.

 

Rather… I am tired and confused.

I am broken and undone.

I have looked for the first ripe fruit

As Micah says,

And behold, “Woe”.

When will I eat from my work?

Soon I hope.

Why will nobody liberate my work?

Why does none purchase it?

I do not know.

I feel like I am not a prophet.

I do not feel like a prophet.

Rather, if I waiver, it is because I know by saying

It does not establish.

No, the LORD establishes,

And if I speak, it does not happen.

Then it was not the LORD.

 

Men will into existence their success?

If wills were what gave us success,

Then I would be twice over a billionaire.

It is not will that gives success

But the honor and blessing of the LORD.

I do not doubt Him,

But rather doubt myself.

If I were to doubt,

It is better that I doubt myself.

 

I Feel Goodness Winning Today

I’m watching wholesome programming,

I’m feeling an uplifting of good.

I hope Trump is not guilty

But I also hope that this situation gets dealt with.

 

There is a feeling that good is winning.

An uplifting spirit in the earth,

That the good are winning

And that the wicked are being defeated.

I feel, quite truthfully,

A wind like truth has won

A great victory today.

2.8.20

Why I Think

Why I think the ashes fall

And the smell of sulfur

Of the bones burnt into lime…

There is a scent like death hanging over our country

Deadly, devastating,

I smell it twice a week.

I walk out, and the stench offends me.

 

I will not praise a dictator.

I will be wise, and hold my tongue.

The trains are dying, and being put to death,

But there is nothing that can be done.

For one man covers up the sins of another.

 

So, when the blood of patriots is spilled,

When the colors of our flag bleed,

I will stand, and say, “Look,

“Your cause was all in vain.”