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Good and Bad

I’ve found a little metaphor in Termites and Penguins.

 

Termites are like good people, and good civilization.

They have ordered societies,

They mate for life,

They rear their young,

They produce impressive feats,

They clean up the excess

And they make use of what people think are useless.

Most people look at them

And say, “They’re a worthless

“And destructive insect.”

Because they eat floorboards and stuff…

It’s not a perfect metaphor, people.

But even in that, without them

The forest wouldn’t decompose its foliage

For the next batch of trees to put forth their saplings.

They, all day, work and are content.

They have strong communities.

 

Penguins are like bad people.

They kill one another,

They eat one another,

They will rape one another

They are homosexual,

They will have sex with the dead.

They live in a barren land.

Are good for really nothing,

Except to be eaten by walruses.

They don’t build.

They just kind of stand there all day

Jumping into the water

Consuming huge amounts of resources;

They are violent,

Tempermental,

Will kill their young,

Will steal one another’s babies,

And everyone loves them

Because they don’t know the half of what happens

In penguin civilization.

But, unlike penguins

Because the metaphor is not perfect,

They don’t do anything truly wrong.

They just kind of sit and do what they’re supposed to do

Because they are good,

And they are the time and season for it.

Why the FCC Will Regulate the Internet

As a business owner

If I express speech

That offends the

Heart, it is not

The right of Paul

To steal my voice.

 

HAM radio is

Licensed because

As a passeryonder told me

“It could interfere

“With Planes and

“Electronics.”

 

The Internet

Of course

Is a place of

Volatile speech

Which will

ALWAYS OFFEND!

Therefore, because of

This, citizens interfere

With one another’s rights.

 

Theft, Identities stolen,

Illicit Crime,

Porn Bombs,

Frames for crime,

Dark Web.

The internet

Will have to

Be protected

To allow

Business like mine

To continue.

 

Not because

Of vain or

Offensive speech. No.

Because of

Crime.

 

To go forward

We will probably

Have to purchase

Licenses to

Operate, like a

Car, since it

Is infrastructure

Necessary for

The modern day.

 

Freedom of

Speech is what we communicate

Through writing

And speech.

It is not,

Like HAM radio,

A right of the people.

Like medication is prescribed,

I think this is

A good analogy.

Because of the

Harm drug

Addiction has

On a society

Worse, is the

Man who can

Thwart public

Transit, hinder

Economic freedom,

 

And if not

Clear, we need

Paper, too…

It’s better

To pay bills

By mail

Than by Email.

 

The commerce

Needs to

Be protected

Personal property,

Privacy,

9th Amendment,

And most of all

Our interpersonal

Relationships.

Which is why

An issued handle

Will probably be necessary for

The internet.

If people

Are to have

Any wealth connected

To it, it needs done.

 

And, people should,

No, must be able to live

Life, if they chose,

Without it.

The Law is Israel’s Protection

The law is Israel’s magic.

To know there is no power in infant bones

But in hate and murder

There is the power to steal and kill.

The law is our protection against this

To know such is evil

And will be recompensed.

To be execute judgment

On the ones desolate in the wilderness.

To bring them to nothing.

 

Those of us who are overthrown by the law

Know that there is grace

To cover our sins.

To overthrow our sins

And cast it into the sea so there is always hope.

 

Though our portions lie underneath the rocks

The LORD can create sons and daughters from even the rocks.

There is all power with the LORD to overthrow Sodom

And to level cities, and to roar in the thunders.

The LORD’s power is in the sentence to execute judgment against the sinner.

Not our hands, for we are not the ones who execute judgment.

We are little bunnies in the field

Knowing it is the LORD who causes all things,

And the lightnings.

To bring peace in the silent thunders to Israel

When he is afraid, and to see the lightnings cast forth.

 

The LORD is our shepherd

And He guards Israel.

The Muse of the Arabica

Scrolling through the poems

O’ the poems,

The muse of the Arabica—

Yet, how many the Robusta—

Is the laurel champion of the

Mind’s strongest conjurings.

 

Like some kind of spell

We poets weave the strong drink

To bless it like Dionysus,

The drunken wine of the gods;

Foul Cretans they are to juice our minds

With the spirits of the age…

 

O’ Arabica, thou muse…

Robusta! None sing of thy tart fame.

The elixir of the Pagan rights

To bless the bounty of the cup

Rather than the bounty of the provision

Of Jehovah-Jyra

For the muse and the laurel

Of the day.

 

The strong drink

Which drives the prophets mad

And the minstrels sing their songs of you…

O gods, goddesses,

Lamenting like the Titans

Lamenting like thee O’ devils

Whom Paradise lost,

The war of the gods overthrowing the Titans

Is an ancient story… ancient

Despotic,

Of the regimes of one set of kings

Who overthrew another.

These manipulators,

These men who suck the venom

Of the Asp of Dionysus’

Cup, of the venom of the strong elixir

Which men praise’th

The God of Drunkenness.

 

Foul the beasts by which the depths of dawn’s

Chariot’s—this is no allusion, but the image has been born before I know—

Strike to the root of thy coffers

Which ingrained within is the strong drink

Which drives the whole earth mad.

For if we just praise it…

All know it is the source of our stories.

Yet… the Titans, and soon to be the gods

Will be bound in the chains of misery…

O, Saturn, Prometheus, Hyperion,

O Jove, Venus, and Hades…

Soon thy reign shall end—

And the true thunder of the God

The one who roars from the clouds of heaven

Like a Lion, in the storm which lit the sky like day does reign

And is goodly, the Spirits of which we should be drunk—

Those false gods shall be bound in those chains

Which you sought to place those whom thou ruled.

For one, I say one, has driven away the demon.

In moderation, the strength by habit causes no harm,

Yet in excess—which our story is about—

The strong drinks drives the prophets mad.

Why I Believe in God

A friend of mine recently said to me,

“What if heaven is so terrible,

“That you wouldn’t possibly want to go there?”

I thought of my poem describing my idea of what heaven is.

I thought to myself, “Me, in my paltry understanding,

“Can create this place.

“But why did God create the earth?

“It seems so bad.”

I then consider how much I want.

Love. Sex. Good, pleasurable food. Family. Raising a family.

Enjoyment from work.

I look at this earth, and I am impressed by how

Heavenly it could be, if everyone behaved in a decent way.

I then look around, and I see people cause most of the suffering.

I think, “Why wouldn’t God come right now and stop all of this?”

Then I think of my future wife, how we’ll have sex

Marry, have children, cook five star dishes,

An enjoy. I look at what prevents me.

Human corruption.

So, I again ask, “Why doesn’t God stop this suffering?”

Then I think of my future lover’s gentle loves

Eating and working to provide for my family.

Then I wonder why I suffer. It is men.

“Why doesn’t God stop all of this right now?”

Again, I think of the nudity of my future spouse,

The fusing of our genes into human beings

By the most delicious of God’s creation here on the earth.

How I can work, feed them, eat from that work.

Why is there suffering?

Because people are unsatisfied with this.

I’m not, but I see everyone trying to prevent

Everyone else from obtaining this dream.

“Why doesn’t God come right now?”

Because there is a chance I can make love

Feel the pleasure of a family.

 

Round and round this cycle goes

Until I die, and if I have not reached this goal,

I say, “What was my life worth?”

And then God takes me to a paradise

That if it is better than this earth,

I think of the paradise of this earth

And how paradisaical it is.

That’s why I believe in God

Because there is so much good here.

And I know heaven will be great

Because this is the flawed of God’s creation…

It’s flawed because of us.

In heaven, there will be no more of “Us”

And our sin. Which means we’ll have pleasures uncountable.

Because a life with no meaning steals from all men

This meaning I have found…

Men cannot reach the meaning without God.

That is good enough for me to believe in Him.

Because I know without it, men will only have reason to make other men suffer.

With a meaning, we’ll have every reason to make men suffer less

And knowing that men do suffer, and that this earth is filled

With such sublime pleasures,

I know there is a God, and I know heaven will be greater.

A Regea song

Preacher man don’t tell me

Heaven is on the earth.

Preacher man don’t tell me

Suffering is all we’re worth.

Because when you go digging for all that gold

I know eternal life on earth gets old

So don’t tell me things I know are cold.

 

Great Rasta you smoke your dope

Say getting high is for good folk…

Well I tell you all this song

It’s stupid to find meaning in your bong.

 

Because I see you corrupt as hell

Singing songs to the broken man

With all  of the lies you tell.

Saying, “Heaven is a place on earth,”

While billions live and die in crusted dearth.

 

Preacher man you ain’t off the hook.

You use religion and say, “O no, don’t look.”

You are the best magician’s wand

Waving hands say’n, “O, my dear God,”

While you see the people grow old and poor.

You say, “God wants me to have some more.”

 

So get up stand up,

Stand up for your right.

Get up stand up,

Don’t give up the fight.

 

I’m sick’ and tired of your liv’n, giv’n games

Saying, “Don’t live to go to heaven in Jesus’ name.”

Don’t give up the fight

Stand up for your right.

 

I see a world we all must bear

For years on end and that’s why I care,

Don’t give up the fight.

Stand up for your right,

The Elmer Fudd of Today

What surprises me the most

Is having watched Looney Tunes

As an adult, I see Bugs Bunny is in the role of Squidward.

Elmer Fudd, Marvin the Martian,

The Tasmanian Devil,

They are basically Sponge Bob

And Patrick, and Mr. Crabs.

 

It’s almost eerie in a way

That we’ve moved from the Looney Tunes

Where the characters were defending themselves

From being eaten, from their homes being invaded,

From a whole host of things and aggression.

But, Sponge Bob, Patrick, Sandy and Mr. Crabs

Come and destroy Squidward’s life over

And over, and over, and over again.

Now the home invader is Sponge Bob

And it’s ok. The person with the right

To privacy, the right to live and let live

Is being invaded by Sponge Bob.

 

I don’t say this to say that Sponge Bob is a bad cartoon.

I like the cartoon.

I just think it displays our modern archetype

Of the victim being the one to blame

Because they are stuffy, or whatever reason we find.

Often Squidward is innocent in every episode,

And we find a narcissistic pattern in all the characters.

Which, seems to reflect the society.

Did it build the society?

Art tends to do that better than any medium

Because it works on a powerful,

Subconscious level.

And it does…

The question is our response to it as a culture.

Do we let things continue down this path

Of Sociopathy, Psychopathy,

Criminal Negligence, etc.

Because Bugs Bunny always had justice on his side.

It seems Sponge Bob does not…

Very frankly our culture reflects this reality

By giving the Sponge Bob like people

Those haphazard, foolish,

Zealous and lustful about life

The reward, which is happiness.

We prize Sponge Bob in our modern culture

Because he doesn’t question the corruption

Around him, but rather is part of the corruption itself.

You can say Squidward is, too,

But in a sense he’s being exploited

And is in indentured servitude

At least implied a dozen times in the cartoon.

So… it’s eerie that this is our moral compass today.

And again, Sponge Bob is not a bad cartoon.

I think, though, the challenge it presents

To the former ethos is one that presents

Within its design and internal logic

A pattern of corruption that seems to celebrate

People who are overworked,

People who are exploited,

And people who are content with being exploited.

Which, frankly,

That’s the sum difference of Looney Tunes and Sponge Bob.

Looney Tunes the characters fought back.

Both are excessively violent, and display the same

Lewd sexual undertones.

That’s not the issue.

The issue is which side has justice.

And Bugs and Daffy Duck

We saw this same thing…

It’s something cartoons exploit.

It’s not something that ought to be censored.

But often, justice is a very powerful thing

And we need to at least have some semblance of it in our art

As I’m pretty sure most of our problems today

Stem from our art.

The reason why is because

Simply put

They put ideas in our head

That weren’t there previously,

You can lie and say it doesn’t affect you

But you don’t know what an arm being torn off looks like

Until you’ve seen it on TV.

You don’t know what a penis entering a vagina looks like

Until you see it on TV.

I remember flagrantly in my youth

Trying to imagine both

And I couldn’t

Until I had seen it.

And that alone, with the myriad of other problems

Shows how our art is exploitative and a cultural movement needs to change it.

Flag at Half Staff

O flag, flying at half staff

Stand tall, proud.

Men die, and people perish.

Let not your citizens peril.

Fly, raise up on your pole.

Men have been

Since the beginning of time

Murderers. Do you not know?

Why do you sag at every child’s ill fate?

Why do you stoop at every crowd maligned?

Know this, Star Spangled Banner

When you stoop twenty days of each month

The people stoop with you.