Dunning Kruger

Blade in his finger

He slashes all fools.—

The fool who did some miraculous thing

Like hit a golf ball

Which ricocheted thrice, into the hole, with a wild pull.

Can it be said that the fool was good at golf?

Rather, he did something once in a million’s lot.

 

Yea, meat comes in due season.

Does it not?

Is not all skill provided for by God?

The more we practice

The more we grow;

The more we’ve seen

The more we know.

I’ve seen a 120 Million Dollar Man

Strike twice with his lob.

 

However,

I’ve seen Grandmasters beaten

Four games to seven.

I know Dunning Kruger

Are full of bad leaven.

For I’ve seen the greats

Beaten by the not so much.

I’ve seen novices which crush

The greatest with a smooth touch.

When a man strikes an endzone

With a perfect throw,

Consider, it is God who in good season

Will give him the goal.

 

 

 

Darrah’s Honywine

Darrah sits with the scale in her hand

To measure the earth.—

To measure the sand.

Darrah is wooed by the preacher

Whose claims are of a certain sort

But Darrah belongs to the preacher whom wields her lips

To drink of her tongue and honeywine.

 

How the preacher drinks Darrah’s bosom

To spit it back out…

Because Darrah’s hidden parcel

Belongs more to the pleasant reverie

Told by a fireside

Than in any serious, fatal matter.

 

Darrah cannot sway the heart.

She cannot cause the doubtful to stop erring.

She, rather, is a swathed betrothed

Whom when asked a question she can answer.

But if Christ can not be seen in the stars

What is her answer to the one blinded

Whose ears see half of all words?

 

Let the preacher preach kindness

And love.

Let Darrah’s love be told by the fireside

So the little ones do not hear and stumble

When an answer is given.

Who, though, understands the answer?

Certainly not the ones asking questions

They need not answers to.

Not yet. Though this preacher corroborated Darrah’s

Lips, which she whispered into my ear,

Let the sucklings drink milk from Darrah’s bosom

And not the raw rootvegetable

With its skin.

The Foot of Zion

At the mountain’s edge

I looked up in wonder at the mist.

How men will climb it to the top

And topple down the others.

 

Men will strive to reach its peak,

When all they need is to set their

Foot upon the precipice.

 

This is why God performs our vows.

He does not want us to climb

To the very top

And knock our brothers down.

 

Our foot upon the holy hill of

Zion

Is enough.

 

Let our thank offering be tents for the needy.

Let our peace offering be to lend to the poor.

Let our wave offering which we wave before the alter always clothe the naked.

Let our drink offering be poured out as a sweet savor to the foreigner.

Let our tithe unyoke the bonds of the captive.

Let our sacrifice be kind words.

 

Let our religion not be to camp in the wilderness

For the sake of selfish gain.

Let our religion be to visit the widow and orphan

In their time of distress—

Lest we scale the mountain

And knock down the lame and crippled

On our ascent.

A Nethanim vs The Baron Voldemort

The way which a battle of the such would turn

Is that Voldemort scorns the Nethanim.

 

Because Neither are they of magical blood—

For their powers come from feats of muscular strength

And the knowledge of the Earth’s natural forces—

Nor are they anything but muggles.

 

Thus, to them, the Killing Curse would remain unseen

For they’d neither understand it,

Nor would it kill them.

It might give them a little bit of a tweak in their heart,

But it would not kill them.

 

They’d understand Voldemort as

A Vampire or Orc, whom they would immediately try to behead.

They wouldn’t understand Horcruxes,

But would rather know Voldemort had made a deal

With the Devil for immortality,

And that he comes back with the science of Babylon.

 

Because Voldemort uses his wand

They’d see him just wave a stick.

They wouldn’t understand it

So they would slice him into three pieces.

 

The Nethanim do understand coercions,

Though, so Voldemort’s best bet would be

To try and find a way to control the Nethanim.

But, they are trained mentally and physically

To repel internal and external threats.

 

They would fight through the coercion

And then break through to Voldemort

By slicing him into three pieces.

Should Voldemort come back,

They would know he spat back from hell.

To which, if they found him again,

They’d cut him into three pieces again.

 

Should Voldemort amass a great fortune

To use on the Muggle population

And coerce them to destroy themselves,

The Nethanim would be given charge to fight

Back… for they are the guardians of the righteous

Those who do not practice magic.

 

One Nethanim would kill 10,000 Death Eaters

With the shaking of a spear;

For the realm of Magic is where a Nethanim will become involved

In Muggle affairs.

Should Magical Affairs impede on the Muggle’s life

The Nethanims are called to protect them

For a Nethanim use the knowledge of Faith

To break down magic and its coercions.

Otherwise, the Nethanim stay out of the affairs

Of Magical beings, for they know that these folk

Will soon decay, and wither in the grave.

 

The Nethanim would evangelize to Harry Potter

To ensure he was safe.

They gain power by advancing the Gospel

And they would try and persuade him not to use magic.

For, Harry would show them a spell

And the Nethanim would not see it.

They’d scratch their heads

And seem like they had just seen

Harry do an illusion.

They’d laugh, but then become concerned when Harry believed

In his trick. When this happens

The Nethanim will try and explain to Harry what really happened.

 

The Nethanim are not brutes…

They seek out wisdom and knowledge across the earth.

They see the full realms of God’s creation.

They know hell, heaven, earth,

Space, and realms men have yet to discover.

They understand things quickly

And whether it is good or bad.

Thus, the Nethanim would prefer that Harry

Come to Christ.

For they do not believe in magic.

Rather, they believe in metaphors

And symbols, and ideas…

To them that is what magic is.

 

The Nethanim would not fight Harry…

For Harry, to them, might just be a little queer.

They would rather mentor and tutor him

To explain what he did with his wand.

How perhaps Harry did his trick…

They always figure it out.

Should they find the science of Babylon

They would disassociate from Harry

Knowing he was lost in the wretched vice

Of the Babylonian Kingdom.

They would make a delicate bow

Like to princes, and they’d be on their way.

The Nethanim are not Judges.

They are defenders.

The Year 2060

The year 2060

Men plow their entire yards

Or cobble shoes;—

They plane houses

They build furniture in their wood shop.

They go to the markets.

They cook, they clean.

 

In the year 2060

Women sit at the computer screen

Do woman’s work by earning the household income.

The money she earns,

Gets given to the man.

The man pays the bills.

The woman sews the garments.

 

In the year 2060

Both parents teach their kids

The course material comes from online schools

And the mother—when not doing her online work—

Sits and schools the children on Columbus and Calculus;

The pixeled hologram of the teacher stands in the room to lecture.

The children spend most of their days with their families.

 

In the year 2060

Children play tag,

They don’t get homework

But they do love to learn because learning is about

Nurturing creativity and problem solving skills.

They meet with their local friends

And play with sticks instead of video games.

 

In the year 2060

If we’re still around

This seems like a nice way

To spend time and live life.

Life with family

Who raises you

Instead of peers and strangers.

Home Economics

Two cheeseburgers

From a high end restaurant

Costs, for the whole meal

About 12 dollars per person.

Two double cheeseburgers from Wendy’s

Costs about 10 dollars per person.

 

I did the math. My roast dinner…

With premium, 4lbs of Roast Chuck

Four premium potatoes

2lbs of the best carrots on the market

A gallon of Rice Milk—

I’m not making a political statement here—

A quart of Beef Stock—best on the market—

A can of sweet peas—

A whole container of Parmesan cheese—all of it won’t even be used—

Comes down to about 34 dollars

Divided into four people’s hungry bellies…

 

That’s $8.50

Per meal.

And I guarantee you,

It will be better than anything I could buy at Applebees.

My Rapture Dream

God took me up.

And, I didn’t make it.

In my heart… I knew why.

There was a little ember of resentment

Against God.

It’s there.

 

Yet… where is my hope

Except in Jesus?

 

The pages of my life flew by

And most of it was miserable.

The ardent belief in strange things…

All I should know is Christ Jesus.

That’s what the dream meant.

Falsehoods, about things I don’t understand.

 

When heaven seemed like it was a computer screen

I knew I was in trouble.

I knew I was rather in that other place.

 

It was the dream I needed.

The wake up call.

How many things I believe that are false.

I will, for now, and always

Meditate on Paul’s wisdom.

All I can know is Christ Jesus.

The Rapture

I was raptured last night.

 

I flung up

With my laser gun.

I knew about the war.

I fought in the war.

I flung into the sky

With all bright, great zeal.

 

There, the winged Father of Lights

Stood.

 

My report card…

It was marked with red

Very little green.

Full of falsehoods,

Heresies, delinquencies,

As every season of my life

Flashed like a page of a report card.

 

It soon became apparent…

I hadn’t reached heaven.

Because that gun was in my hand.

 

It was the storm-trooper gun from my childhood.

I was ready to play real war.

 

Christians, turn the other cheek.