My Heart is Steadfast

My heart is steadfast
O LORD.
Through the winds and rains
And trials, I shall not leave off my meditation of You.
You are Good, and in the abominable time
You give sustenance, and hope.

LORD, where shall I turn to
If not You?
The Heathen have a device against Your people
To strip them of their bread
And poison their soil.
To keep the poor of Your people
Without bread,
And to make the homeless bend and stoop.

LORD, I seek You with my eyes
And I give You my heart all the day long.
My heart languishes for You
Yet, I will wait for my portion
For You are my prize.

Does my portion come from kings
Or acolytes?
Does not my worship ascend to the heavens
And does not my honor come from You?
Does not my soul wait for the prosperity
And the latter rains?
I will wait patiently on You
O LORD,
For I shall not give a second glance
At the idols of the heathen.
For kings do not give me benefits
And powers and principalities do not give me my reward.
It is You, LORD, Who is my portion and my prize.
It is You, o LORD, Who I will wait upon
For the latter rains
And the pleasant rains in their season.
Selah.

Splitting

The Kingdom of Heaven wages
Its war against the Kingdom of
Shadows. A sore battle all must
Set out to glory's field. Rages
That war for all human ages
Where the soul must bastion its love
And forfeit all of worldlust.
It must purge all of its hatred.
In my poesy all of my good
Wages war with all of my bad.
And only by respite in Christ
Do we receive our daily food
To purge our soul of all its slag.
My poetry is this good fight.

Odes of Strangers XIII

Cyrus, I understand you
The way you think.
I know you from the inside
How you have petulant doubts
Yet rage at the heathen.
I know you rage against God
And seek to destroy Him.
Yet I also know you secretly wish
To use his laws to exact vengeance on this world.

You do not believe in God
You do not...
But His laws are enticing as an engine
To siege the Capitol
And to tear down walls and bulwarks;
To stir Media and Persia
Against Assyria and Babylon.

I know you from the inside
And your rage which burns toward the infidel.
Religion to you is a tool
The Messiah an engine which you will use
To usher in your reign.

Alas, I stand here
Arguing with you for the second time
As you tell me, "On your death bed
"You will say as Jesus said, 
"My God, My God, Why Have You Forsaken Me?"
Yet you take slaves
While you dash the infants upon the rocks.

Christian you do not hate---
No, you love God's people.
For it is in you to love God's people
For the law which burns in our chests;
Yet you rage against God as Satan himself
And you move upon your holy quest to purge
Sin's temples from the world.

I see you in my thoughts and visions
And I am like you
So it disturbs me greatly.
I am gentle, and meek;
You are a warrior
Believing in the law of my God
Right down to the tittle---
Yet you do not believe in God.

Such a strange doubt in you
That I feel in my chest
But I do not understand why you believe in my God's law
But not God Himself?

Is it, like so many Jewish men
You like the burdens of lamb stew and drink oblations?
I say to you,
You will be used to purge the land of its idols.
That is what you wish.
Yet it is I who shall prosper in the LORD's Name
For I will declare my portion
That your rage may be just
But it is not a wholesome intention to 
Desire to fix the world.

A Song I Remember Singing

To the Hymn of Auld Lang Syne
Not an Original Piece, but One I Can Remember Singing
But cannot find anywhere.

Keep Your Eye on the Grand Ol' Flag

Should all acquaintance be forgot
And e'ry a heart do sag
Should all acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand ol' flag.

Should old acquaintance be forgot
And all guns hammer their tacks
Should old acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand ol' flag.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And the nation come under attack
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand ol' flag.

Should our acquaintance be forgot
And men forget this song
Should our acquaintance be forgot
The days seem ever so long.

But if all acquaintance be forgot
And e'ry a heart do sag
If all acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand ol' flag.

The Dream of Sorrow

The grayness surrounds us
As my love stares into me with eyes
Filled with affection.
Outside of her, is fright toward the gray world.
I am happy;
Joyous even.
But she, toward me, is full of love
As her other eye casts a doubtful glance
Into the grey abyss
As if it were filled with fright about something.

I look as if I were my favorite author
And she looks beautiful,
In gray hair,
Though that eye looking outward
Frightens me severely.
What is it that she is seeing?
In toward me it is love
But outward
It is fright,
Even the dull gray
Of a world. Like one were looking into a lake
Gray and colorless.
Though I am happy.

I do not know what the vision means.
Only that I am in it.
I would gladly take she who saw it
Or I will take the woman in the dream.
Make joyous sounds
O Israel,
For your time has yet to come.

Yet, I am frightened by the eye
Casting doubt on the grey world.
Yet, toward me she is happy.

The Strongest Case For God

The strongest argument against God
Is this:

People naturally understand right from wrong.
I have a way I want to be treated.
And I want to treat others that way.
I also, want others to be treated well.
Therefore, I know this about myself
So I want this to be applied to others.

Why it fails, is that there are many masochists.
There are many sadists.
There are many people who enjoy war;
Many people who enjoy pain;
Many people who enjoy causing others to suffer.

It also fails, because what is true for one man
Isn't necessarily true for another.
What sexual appetite one person has
Might be repugnant to another.
What desire one person has
Might inflict pain on another
By mere economics.
One in forty women I meet
Would rather date another woman
Than me.
What's even worse
Is that one in two will divorce me
If I ever took the risk of marrying them.
One in nineteen people I meet
Are still a virgin.

There is also the subject that 
A baby can be destroyed in the womb.
There is also the subject that 
Some want drug use to go unregulated.
There is also the subject that
There are blacks who want to segregate the West.
There are women who want every man to be convicted of rape.
There are men who want pedophilia to be normalized.
There are whites who want to usher in communism.
There are educated people who are tearing down monuments.

It is because of all of this
That I stand firm in my faith.

The Strongest Case For God

The strongest argument against God
Is this:

People naturally understand right from wrong.
I have a way I want to be treated.
And I want to treat others that way.
I also, want others to be treated well.
Therefore, I know this about myself
So I want this to be applied to others.

Why it fails, is that there are many masochists.
There are many sadists.
There are many people who enjoy war;
Many people who enjoy pain;
Many people who enjoy causing others to suffer.

It also fails, because what is true for one man
Isn't necessarily true for another.
What sexual appetite one person has
Might be repugnant to another.
What desire one person has
Might inflict pain on another
By mere economics.
One in forty women I meet
Would rather date another woman
Than me.
What's even worse
Is that one in two will divorce me
If I ever took the risk of marrying them.
One in nineteen people I meet
Are still a virgin.

There is also the subject that 
A baby can be destroyed in the womb.
There is also the subject that 
Some want drug use to go unregulated.
There is also the subject that
There are blacks who want to segregate the West.
There are women who want every man to be convicted of rape.
There are men who want pedophilia to be normalized.
There are whites who want to usher in communism.
There are educated people who are tearing down monuments.

It is because of all of this
That I stand firm in my faith.

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Government of the Moneyed

Black is the day that the shadow
Fell over our land.
All want the cannon gibberish while
Freedom drinks hemlock like Socrates;
Powerful men control speech.
The strongest, through their money,
Create their government
Of portals and addresses.

Strong they are,
And great among the nations.
They silence the voices of the dissident.
They crush opposition with silence.
Silence, they say, is the enemy.
Yet, when skilled voices are
Stopped, the strong are made weak
Through silence...

How can my voice break through?

Liberty Watches

Oh, Maria, from sea to shining sea,
From the canyon which the Giant dug,
To the city where thy greenly feet stand;
Songs against thy fat land are proudly sung

As the blackened Cherethim in armies
March across thy fords and burn thy sweet land,
So babes are shot in the streets untimely,
Oh! great black armies make their ghastly stand.

The speech of Maria's chosen do dim,
The cheerful songs of those merry with wine
Do stop in the dead of night; children
Die, of all creeds and runes, those children die---

The black armies of the Cherethim march
The snakes and cockatrices bite venom
Into the hearts of all dared merry men,
Who. from their daily coffers, now are shunned.

Oh, Maria, From Sea to Shining Sea

Oh, Maria, from sea to shining sea,
From the canyon which the Giant dug,
To the city where thy greenly feet stand;
Songs against thy fat land are proudly sung

As the blackened Cherethim in armies
March across thy fords and burn thy sweet land,
So babes are shot in the streets untimely,
Oh! great black armies make their ghastly stand.

The speech of Maria's chosen do dim,
The cheerful songs of those merry with wine
Do stop in the dead of night; children
Die, of all creeds and runes, those children die---

The black armies of the Cherethim march
The snakes and cockatrices bite venom
Into the hearts of all dared merry men,
Who. from their daily coffers, now are shunned.