A Prayer

Bear with me in my foolishness,

That we may find what is my sin.

I am poor, so therefore live with my brother

According to the ordinance of Leviticus 25.

I have worked the hours of a day laborer

These past ten years, but have not been recompensed for my labor.

I cry out for my labors, yet the peoples say, “He is prophesying for gain!”

I prophesy because of the labors stolen from many of the poor of my people

Who go about their tasks, but become too meek to make meat

For none will take them into their homes.

In fact, even brothers, when they see the poor are struggling

Conspire together to cast him from his home

And band together to seek his life, and to throw his soul into prison.

Yet, the people say, “The prophet preaches for gain.”

If I do, then the gain is only for you;

Do I have need of riches in great abundance?

For I want the poor to be upheld on this earth

And to eat, and drink, and be satisfied with good.

The people say,

“The prophet preached his good works

“And has given a publishing of the free will offerings.”

Have I? I have compared myself to you. Yes.

Perhaps I am a hypocrite.

I lay this to bear, that perhaps I am,

Having suffered much for the Christ

And spoken with the Apostles

And also with the Prophets.

Have I suffered like Paul?

Was I scourged? Was I cast into prison?

No, but all I love have stopped their ears from listening to my mourning

And have plotted to throw my soul into prison.

I feared continually, every day, that I would be cast onto the street, to be a vagabond,

Where I will certainly perish and die, for I am meek.

I have none to uphold me, except men who have despised my soul.

This is not the suffering of Paul, it is correct.

Rather, those I have loved and trusted have despised me;

And what I would have to liberate me from this strife

Those who despise me more and more would not liberate my sustenance from the hand of thieves.

I have been under investigation for a word;

I have been spied on for a word

And every word has been taken into account

Even my secret prayers.

They come to pass, and I say, “Who, who has done this?

“Is it not the LORD?”

And I wonder at the deep revelation that this is.

Yet, my wages are not liberated.

And war will not liberate them.

Rather, who is it that will liberate my wages from those who have robbed me?

Have I taken a loan on usury? Is this why I am being robbed?

Is there any way in which I have committed a fraud?

No more than they do who call themselves “Prudent.”

I say this, “Where is my wage? Why am I still under my brother’s roof?

“I have worked my day labor. I have given myself to work and labor,

“But now I am too wearied, and all my clothings are rags

“And I cannot but sleep, for I have no task throughout the day.

“I cannot dig, but I can offer counsel and aid to the poor.

“Where is my wage? Where is my price?

“I will use it unjustly?—is this why they try to devour my sustenance?

“Must I be with those who have despised my soul?”

The LORD said unto me,

“Do not worry, for I shall bring you the sustenance you desire

“And you will not fear the Heathen who tormented you any longer.”

I say to myself, “It will not be. Will not my soul be among the jackals,

“And my heart among the thorns forever?”

The LORD says, “Oh ye of little faith, believe, and it will be established.

“For your word is Mine, and I shall establish it in its time, will you not see it?”

I then say to the LORD, “Yes LORD, You will establish my work, but how long?”

The LORD says, “No longer will you be called despised, for the LORD has worked

“A work, and has validated your fears for the nations to tremble.

“For you have not prophesied in vain, but have established your word

“As a judgment against the nations; ask and it shall be granted.”

I would not be fearful, but would ask this,

“Let the maid give birth, and let the Assyrian be broken in this land.

“Let the thorns grow up, but Milk and Honey be eaten by your servants the Prophets

“And Apostles, those who were not hypocrites.

“Give them the desires of their heart, which is food and sustenance,

“And satisfaction with offspring, and let us feed on milk and honey

“For our lives,—and the safety our souls with good.”

The LORD says, “One more thing you must ask.”

“Then LORD, let me have the desires of my heart

“To establish Your Word throughout all generations,

“And do not cast my soul into eternal torments,

“But give me everlasting life in your Kingdom. Amen.”

My Politics

That people get a guaranteed day of rest.

That people have off their holidays.

That the poor can eat, and aren’t harassed by the government for panhandling.

That the poor can always get shelter.

That abortion be a capital offense.

That freedom of speech is upheld.

I believe in Net Neutrality.

That people not get arrested for crimes they didn’t commit.

That investigations work on evidence, and not subliminal tests.

That courts work for justice, and not quotas.

That people have the right to property.

That people have the right to practice their religion.

That people have the right to bear arms—didn’t see that one coming, did you?

All 27 of the amendments, except prohibition, unless it is Marijuana.

Article 1 Section 8 which states this is a utilitarian economy, not a capitalistic one.

That communists be allowed to eat from their books.

That socialists be allowed to eat from their books.

That capitalists be allowed to eat from their books.

That I be allowed to eat from my books.

That the Bible be upheld in all of its principles,

Not just the ones we like to cherry pick.

That people realize “Charity” was a better word than “Love”

In Paul’s letter to the Corinthians, chapter 13.

Marriage be between a Man and a Woman; no other thing.

That the nation be a Christian Nation above all other things.

That the nation uphold its founding values, found through the ENTIRETY

Of the constitution, which includes public funds for research

Public funds for Roads, public funds for libraries

And public funds for Post Offices, and also caps on trade inequalities

And regulations on measures and standards.

That so called Christians stop being hypocrites.

The Idol Nation

Prosperity comes with purges.

We all eat. While Hitler starves the masses.

Men deny such things.

Men make rumors about such things.

No one really knows,

But I know if they did,

It’d be business as usual.

Christians get him into power.

Christians are the foundation of his ascent.

They get swept off their feet

As the Wiemar breaks down

And the Second Reich begins.

Our people swoon over the great dictator.

He assassinates political opponents

He assassinates innocent men,

In order to distract the viewing public from

His plans. His Amtsenthebungsverfahren.

Too long a word to be seriously upheld in court.

Too many syllables.

The people eat their food,

Drink their wine,

Are merry and wise.

All the while Hitler sends their sons overseas

To fight in wars that profit only him.

Not his sons. No, he sent your sons.

It is all because the nation was once great,

The Prussian Empire, with Viceroys and Viscounts

Hochadels and Uradels.

But, the people are now poor,

But Hitler made them rich

And they did not suffer a bit during the whole of the war

Until bloody hands cried out to them.

The Rejected Stone

When Prometheus set to create fire

To forge into the nether the constructs of Grecian fire,

That fire called democracy,

His final blasphemy toward his God in Heaven,

The Masons who built,

Brick by brick,

The democracy we know today

Set forth, laying a foundation of stone,

But one stone they threw aside.

They looked at the awkwardly placed stone

And said, “It has no business in our pile,”

So they threw it aside

And set forth with guns and blood

To build their nation.

Soon, the nation was won in combatant at arms

But it was seen that men were wild and fanatic.

There was nothing which could,

Conceivably,

Give man the ability to rule himself.

Thus, they looked quietly at the corner stone

Awkward, but on the bridge they had built

It would fit perfectly.

It, a polyhedron,

With awkward seven sides

And three facades,

There was a place where it would fit perfectly.

Prometheus raged that this corner stone was needed

To build the Grecian Fire.

He raged, he flung for his weapons

To burst down the bridge,

But the founders took irons and clamped him

Sending him into the furnace abyss.

For the corner stone was Christ,

And the founders saw it was acceptable,

And the chief of corner stones.

Amendment XXVIII; as a Note, This Is not Law, but You Would Want it To Be.

Article 1: No test shall be administered in due process or in an investigation that is based on subliminal interpretations. Citizens have a right to a fair investigation that does not interpret subliminal actions which are out of a Citizen’s control, due to the possibility of false representations of such actions by authorities or court officials.

Article 2: The rights of an offender are to have public records expunged—in a compulsory act of the courts, by the courts at no fee for the defendant—the moment their punishment is over; and no public record of such criminal offenses are allowed to be kept by private or public officials or individuals, except as a matter of court records, and only for Aye or Nay that such a proceeding had happened, without injury or bias toward the defendant of a criminal justice proceeding.

Article 3: No crime is to have statutory conditions; all crimes must be arbitrated by the courts, and all penalties and duties must be arbitrated by the courts prior to sentencing.

Article 4: Police, prosecutors and investigators, as a matter of jurisprudence, cannot have access or possess records of criminality, due to the inherent bias against individuals who would hold such records. Criminal records, also, are not admissible as evidence in a court of law.

Guinevere

I am angry with you

For what you didn’t do.

Left me, and did not come to me.

Why oh why did this mistress haunt?

Why did you flaunt?

Why did you show yourself

Just to disappear?

Around in circles we go

With no song able to inspire the insipid feeling

The one I have toward you.

It is not hate.

Rather, Guinevere,

You have made me lose faith in love.

Where were you when I needed you?

Where were you when I asked for you?

Hidden in the parcels of shadows

Like the very spectre I said I didn’t want.

You are more beast

Than human being.

Trotting with Lancelot as if a heated mare pissing blood;

You move like a dog, and lick the tongue like an adder.

Let me be…

Will you not?

Will this rage have to burn forever?

When will you simply let me be the man I’m supposed to be?

Rather, you will turn on me, like you always did.

The moment I was vulnerable with you

You cast me away like I was nothing.

Type, o fingers, type.

There is nothing but madness in you.

Do you want classical Greece

Guinevere?

Do you want Rome?

How about the whole world?

That you’d take,

But I, I you wouldn’t.

Have it all.

I want no woman except the one who’d make this decision:

If given the world or me

She’d take me.

For that was my heart toward you.

But I was weak with you, wasn’t I?

And that made you lose your love for me.

It was not love that you felt, heifer.

Leave me, for I spit at you

Guinevere.

Why do I even have to know your ways?

Adulteress.

A thousand stories are told of you

And no man can understand it

Because he does not know your ways.

Yet I, I had to meditate on it

And save me once more, I did not make the mistake

Of courting you

And then having you find one superior to me.

With my inferiority, you take me.

For this, my love is pure

And I heard, “Loyalty is what’s most attractive.”

Loyalty is not attractive, but money, fame and prowess

Those are what attracts the woman Guinevere.

Let no man fool you.

Without a Sistine Chapel

If sculpted the Pieta

And David,

And painted the Sistine Chapel,

Where to go from there?

I have written Prophecy.

I have written in high English Poetry.

I have written Modernist Poems.

I have written Literature.

I have written High Fantasy.

I have written worlds as dense as Tolkien’s.

I look at the Writer’s Market.

It gets thinner every year.

A Tall Glass of Water

Standing, nodding off to sleep,

When it’s time for the grind,

A tall cup of water does the trick.

Nothing is like a tall glass of water.

When your mouth is a sponge

Because it’s too dry,

Drink that glass;

Smoothly it goes down.

A good glass of water is

Almost like cream in lather;

There is no taste,

But it is still sweet.

Grogginess,

Eating too much,

Feeling like a slug,

Fatigue,

A little of it all gets washed away,

Welcoming the day’s task.