The Waiting

The Reactionary:
Waiting Waiting Waiting
Anticipating
The deed I'm contemplating
Kill all the troop hating
Agitating
Anger baiting
Protesters of the military
Sabotaging our victory
Supporting our enemy
(gun shots)

Poetry Post 280

Rachel Noble
You made me feel comfortable when I held you in awe
Touching and talking with the beauty I saw
We conversed about our passions our loves our goals
You touched me deep inside to the core of my soul
You appreciated my smallest of kind gestures of affection
You knocked down my walls of protection
I was left open and vulnerable
Because you made me feel so comfortable

Living Suicide
I'm living this moment because it's all I have to live for
Tomorrow is no promise nothing's for sure
And when my last thought passes I will live no more
The wild die young but the lonely endure
But there is nothing pass death for those impure
So I'm awaiting death as a solitary confided prisoner

Disposable People
Humans should not be organized
At the expense of being categorized
Or our worth will be minimized
And our potential will not be realized
While law and order keep unity
People should not be machines of society
People should have their own sense of priority
Society benefits when souls and minds are free

The Reactionary

The Reactionary:
I can't take these peaceniks bashing the military
The army fights to keep us free
And protects us from anarchy
I got two bullets in my revolver
One for the Preacher
And another for the Governor
I fear no judgment it is righteous to kill
As long as the Priest said it is do God's Will
And their death will protect the chosen from evil

Poetry Post 279

Doublethink
Every human has a right to life, liberty and freedom and each man is equal in these rights but if this concept was applied to blacks it would be called a privilege or special rights That's Doublethink
You say Merry Christmas in spite of Kwanzaa and Hanukkah saying Jesus is the reason for the season as Santa comes down your chimney That's Doublethink
Cops killing claiming self-defense and get off free while suspects are killed by cop or jury anytime they depend on self reliance for protection That's Doublethink
Guns are a constitutional right but if you're black we're gonna watch your ass That's Doublethink
Land of the free where pedophiles live freely in the suburbs and blacks are segregated by economy to the ghettos That's Doublethink
Corporate war mongering Christians blaming everything on Jews and Muslims That's Doublethink
Censorship of this debate That's Doublethink

Rock The Church Pews (tribute to the Beatles via "Rock The Casbah" style)
The clergy told their faithful church
Beware of a demon on the lurch
Hold up your pick ax and your torch
The parish stirred the flock
To burn the demon they called rock
The faithful were fearful and shocked
They were scared of what they didn't hear
They lived in constant fear
That the beginning of a Commie end was near
What they couldn't forbid they'd ban
They called it demonic and unAmerican
The deacons couldn't understand
The youth couldn't relate
To a gospel preaching hate
And they forgot the collection plate
And then overnight
The "four horsemen" took flight
And John and Paul spoke again saying not to fight
And Lennon was right with the words he'd choose
The battle the deacons would lose
Cause like the casbah they rock the rock the church pews

Passive Hatred
Where's your rebel yell
Can't you tell
We're living in hell
Commentators everywhere scream and shout
Talking of lives that they know nothing about
Always wanting to watch out but not find out
Leaving people living in fear and doubt
People ignoring the solution
As long as they can peddle the pollution
Greed and hatred leading the way to social devolution
We are dying from hatred
As long as we keep ourselves isolated
While keeping our brothers discriminated
Causing the world to be slowly desecrated

The News

The News Anchor:
Hello it's time for the news to see who's at fault
The Governor just released the leader of a cult
A dangerous dissenter demanding the war to halt
This could lead to copycat groups
Who will not support the troops
And now for the political scoops
We caught the Governor sleeping with a whore
Plus we know he doesn't even support the war
I don't think we should trust him anymore

Good Vs Evil

The Bible's main point on free will, suffering, sin, the moral debate of good and evil etc is something discussed and debated by theologians, agnostics and atheists alike and I have come to the conclusion the best way for someone to understand the basic principles of these concepts as they relate Judaic-Christian theology is to use these four chapters and a scripture (Satan tests man to try to prove man would not be loyal to God and forsake the greater good for misleading self interest)
Proverbs 27:11
Be wise, my son, and make my heart rejoice, that I may make a reply to him that is taunting me.

Genesis 3

1 Now the serpent proved to be the most cautious of all the wild beasts of the field that Jehovah God had made. So it began to say to the woman: “Is it really so that God said YOU must not eat from every tree of the garden?” 2 At this the woman said to the serpent: “Of the fruit of the trees of the garden we may eat. 3 But as for [eating] of the fruit of the tree that is in the middle of the garden, God has said, ‘YOU must not eat from it, no, YOU must not touch it that YOU do not die.’” 4 At this the serpent said to the woman: “YOU positively will not die. 5 For God knows that in the very day of YOUR eating from it YOUR eyes are bound to be opened and YOU are bound to be like God, KNOWING good and bad.”

6 Consequently the woman saw that the tree was good for food and that it was something to be longed for to the eyes, yes, the tree was desirable to look upon. So she began taking of its fruit and eating it. Afterward she gave some also to her husband when with her and he began eating it. 7 Then the eyes of both of them became opened and they began to realize that they were naked. Hence they sewed fig leaves together and made loin coverings for themselves.

8 Later they heard the voice of Jehovah God walking in the garden about the breezy part of the day, and the man and his wife went into hiding from the face of Jehovah God in between the trees of the garden. 9 And Jehovah God kept calling to the man and saying to him: “Where are you?” 10 Finally he said: “Your voice I heard in the garden, but I was afraid because I was naked and so I hid myself.” 11 At that he said: “Who told you that you were naked? From the tree from which I commanded you not to eat have you eaten?” 12 And the man went on to say: “The woman whom you gave to be with me, she gave me [fruit] from the tree and so I ate.” 13 With that Jehovah God said to the woman: “What is this you have done?” To this the woman replied: “The serpent—it deceived me and so I ate.”

14 And Jehovah God proceeded to say to the serpent: “Because you have done this thing, you are the cursed one out of all the domestic animals and out of all the wild beasts of the field. Upon your belly you will go and dust is what you will eat all the days of your life. 15 And I shall put enmity between you and the woman and between your seed and her seed. He will bruise you in the head and you will bruise him in the heel.”

16 To the woman he said: “I shall greatly increase the pain of your pregnancy; in birth pangs you will bring forth children, and your craving will be for your husband, and he will dominate you.”

17 And to Adam he said: “Because you listened to your wife’s voice and took to eating from the tree concerning which I gave you this command, ‘You must not eat from it,’ cursed is the ground on your account. In pain you will eat its produce all the days of your life. 18 And thorns and thistles it will grow for you, and you must eat the vegetation of the field. 19 In the sweat of your face you will eat bread until you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken. For dust you are and to dust you will return.”

20 After this Adam called his wife’s name Eve, because she had to become the mother of everyone living. 21 And Jehovah God proceeded to make long garments of skin for Adam and for his wife and to clothe them. 22 And Jehovah God went on to say: “Here the man has become like one of us in knowing good and bad, and now in order that he may not put his hand out and actually take [fruit] also from the tree of life and eat and live to time indefinite,—” 23 With that Jehovah God put him out of the garden of E´den to cultivate the ground from which he had been taken. 24 And so he drove the man out and posted at the east of the garden of E´den the cherubs and the flaming blade of a sword that was turning itself continually to guard the way to the tree of life.

Job 1

1 There happened to be a man in the land of Uz whose name was Job; and that man proved to be blameless and upright, and fearing God and turning aside from bad. 2 And seven sons and three daughters came to be born to him. 3 And his livestock got to be seven thousand sheep and three thousand camels and five hundred spans of cattle and five hundred she-asses, along with a very large body of servants; and that man came to be the greatest of all the Orientals.

4 And his sons went and held a banquet at the house of each one on his own day; and they sent and invited their three sisters to eat and drink with them. 5 And it would occur that when the banquet days had gone round the circuit, Job would send and sanctify them; and he got up early in the morning and offered up burnt sacrifices according to the number of all of them; for, said Job, “maybe my sons have sinned and have cursed God in their heart.” That is the way Job would do always.

6 Now it came to be the day when the sons of the [true] God entered to take their station before Jehovah, and even Satan proceeded to enter right among them.

7 Then Jehovah said to Satan: “Where do you come from?” At that Satan answered Jehovah and said: “From roving about in the earth and from walking about in it.” 8 And Jehovah went on to say to Satan: “Have you set your heart upon my servant Job, that there is no one like him in the earth, a man blameless and upright, fearing God and turning aside from bad?” 9 At that Satan answered Jehovah and said: “Is it for nothing that Job has feared God? 10 Have not you yourself put up a hedge about him and about his house and about everything that he has all around? The work of his hands you have blessed, and his livestock itself has spread abroad in the earth. 11 But, for a change, thrust out your hand, please, and touch everything he has [and see] whether he will not curse you to your very face.” 12 Accordingly Jehovah said to Satan: “Look! Everything that he has is in your hand. Only against him himself do not thrust out your hand!” So Satan went out away from the person of Jehovah.

13 Now it came to be the day when his sons and his daughters were eating and drinking wine in the house of their brother the firstborn. 14 And there came a messenger to Job, and he proceeded to say: “The cattle themselves happened to be plowing and the she-asses were grazing at the side of them 15 when the Sa·be´ans came making a raid and taking them, and the attendants they struck down with the edge of the sword; and I got to escape, only I by myself, to tell you.”

16 While this one was yet speaking that one came and proceeded to say: “The very fire of God fell from the heavens and went blazing among the sheep and the attendants and eating them up; and I got to escape, only I by myself, to tell you.”

17 While that one was yet speaking another one came and proceeded to say: “The Chal·de´ans made up three bands and went dashing against the camels and taking them, and the attendants they struck down with the edge of the sword; and I got to escape, only I by myself, to tell you.”

18 While this other one was yet speaking, still another one came and proceeded to say: “Your sons and your daughters were eating and drinking wine in the house of their brother the firstborn. 19 And, look! there came a great wind from the region of the wilderness, and it went striking the four corners of the house, so that it fell upon the young people and they died. And I got to escape, only I by myself, to tell you.”

20 And Job proceeded to get up and rip his sleeveless coat apart and cut the hair off his head and fall to the earth and bow down 21 and say:

“Naked I came out of my mother’s belly,
And naked shall I return there.
Jehovah himself has given, and Jehovah himself has taken away.
Let the name of Jehovah continue to be blessed.”

22 In all this Job did not sin or ascribe anything improper to God.

Matthew 4

1 Then Jesus was led by the spirit up into the wilderness to be tempted by the Devil. 2 After he had fasted forty days and forty nights, then he felt hungry. 3 Also, the Tempter came and said to him: “If you are a son of God, tell these stones to become loaves of bread.” 4 But in reply he said: “It is written, ‘Man must live, not on bread alone, but on every utterance coming forth through Jehovah’s mouth.’”

5 Then the Devil took him along into the holy city, and he stationed him upon the battlement of the temple 6 and said to him: “If you are a son of God, hurl yourself down; for it is written, ‘He will give his angels a charge concerning you, and they will carry you on their hands, that you may at no time strike your foot against a stone.’” 7 Jesus said to him: “Again it is written, ‘You must not put Jehovah your God to the test.’”

8 Again the Devil took him along to an unusually high mountain, and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their glory, 9 and he said to him: “All these things I will give you if you fall down and do an act of worship to me.” 10 Then Jesus said to him: “Go away, Satan! For it is written, ‘It is Jehovah your God you must worship, and it is to him alone you must render sacred service.’” 11 Then the Devil left him, and, look! angels came and began to minister to him.

12 Now when he heard that John had been arrested, he withdrew into Gal´i·lee. 13 Further, after leaving Naz´a·reth, he came and took up residence in Ca·per´na·um beside the sea in the districts of Zeb´u·lun and Naph´ta·li, 14 that there might be fulfilled what was spoken through Isaiah the prophet, saying: 15 “O land of Zeb´u·lun and land of Naph´ta·li, along the road of the sea, on the other side of the Jordan, Gal´i·lee of the nations! 16 the people sitting in darkness saw a great light, and as for those sitting in a region of deathly shadow, light rose upon them.” 17 From that time on Jesus commenced preaching and saying: “Repent, YOU people, for the kingdom of the heavens has drawn near.”

18 Walking alongside the sea of Gal´i·lee he saw two brothers, Simon who is called Peter and Andrew his brother, letting down a fishing net into the sea, for they were fishers. 19 And he said to them: “Come after me, and I will make YOU fishers of men.” 20 At once abandoning the nets, they followed him. 21 Going on also from there he saw two others [who were] brothers, James [the son] of Zeb´e·dee and John his brother, in the boat with Zeb´e·dee their father, mending their nets, and he called them. 22 At once leaving the boat and their father, they followed him.

23 Then he went around throughout the whole of Gal´i·lee, teaching in their synagogues and preaching the good news of the kingdom and curing every sort of disease and every sort of infirmity among the people. 24 And the report about him went out into all Syria; and they brought him all those faring badly, distressed with various diseases and torments, demon-possessed and epileptic and paralyzed persons, and he cured them. 25 Consequently great crowds followed him from Gal´i·lee and De·cap´o·lis and Jerusalem and Ju·de´a and from the other side of the Jordan.

Revelation 20

1 And I saw an angel coming down out of heaven with the key of the abyss and a great chain in his hand. 2 And he seized the dragon, the original serpent, who is the Devil and Satan, and bound him for a thousand years. 3 And he hurled him into the abyss and shut [it] and sealed [it] over him, that he might not mislead the nations anymore until the thousand years were ended. After these things he must be let loose for a little while.

4 And I saw thrones, and there were those who sat down on them, and power of judging was given them. Yes, I saw the souls of those executed with the ax for the witness they bore to Jesus and for speaking about God, and those who had worshiped neither the wild beast nor its image and who had not received the mark upon their forehead and upon their hand. And they came to life and ruled as kings with the Christ for a thousand years. 5 (The rest of the dead did not come to life until the thousand years were ended.) This is the first resurrection. 6 Happy and holy is anyone having part in the first resurrection; over these the second death has no authority, but they will be priests of God and of the Christ, and will rule as kings with him for the thousand years.

7 Now as soon as the thousand years have been ended, Satan will be let loose out of his prison, 8 and he will go out to mislead those nations in the four corners of the earth, Gog and Ma´gog, to gather them together for the war. The number of these is as the sand of the sea. 9 And they advanced over the breadth of the earth and encircled the camp of the holy ones and the beloved city. But fire came down out of heaven and devoured them. 10 And the Devil who was misleading them was hurled into the lake of fire and sulphur, where both the wild beast and the false prophet [already were]; and they will be tormented day and night forever and ever.

11 And I saw a great white throne and the one seated on it. From before him the earth and the heaven fled away, and no place was found for them. 12 And I saw the dead, the great and the small, standing before the throne, and scrolls were opened. But another scroll was opened; it is the scroll of life. And the dead were judged out of those things written in the scrolls according to their deeds. 13 And the sea gave up those dead in it, and death and Ha´des gave up those dead in them, and they were judged individually according to their deeds. 14 And death and Ha´des were hurled into the lake of fire. This means the second death, the lake of fire. 15 Furthermore, whoever was not found written in the book of life was hurled into the lake of fire.

The Judge & The Prosecutor Reprise

The Judge:
Did you hear the latest order from the Governor?
The Prosecutor:
Yeah but don't be mad there's a sound reason for sure
The Preacher being locked up was bad publicity for the war
The Judge:
But that's not the biggest problem anymore
The latest battle turned into a massacre
News cameras caught all the blood and gore
The Prosecutor:
Couldn't the military just impound the video?
The Judge:
It was already on the web before we were in the know
And be sure the media will turn it into a freak show
The Prosecutor:
Well even if the massacre was bloody and gory
That's still just an international story
So all we need is a local controversy
So let's re-vilify the Preacher
Even throw some dirt on the Governor
Before we lose public support for the war

Poetry Post 278

Religious Parody
A religious organization telling the evils of another organized religion
Is a parody bound to derision
Like the anti-social society
There's mutual rejection based on piety
It's ritualism versus rebellion
The sheep against the lion
Rejecting one system for another one
Will only fail as history's redone
Using the system to change itself
Will only leave you by yourself
Only the things God has made are permanent
Leaving just His just theocratic establishment
Only the ones true to His Vision
Are of the True Religion

The Time Trip
Let your mind start to slip
And take yourself on a time trip
To a more innocent age
A time naive to rage
Go back to that time again
Go back to where you always have a friend
Always remember this place
To be when you need to slow your pace

Mental Crash
The adrenaline is gone
Anxiety channeled into excitement, crashing into despair and disappointment
My body is simply a coffin for my dead spirit
A fire burnt out
Cold wind blowing over lukewarm ashes
Heart scattered and weakened as time passes

Emancipation

The Prison Guard:
Hey more good news Preacher
The Preacher:
Do I have another visitor?
The Prison Guard:
No you've been pardoned by the Governor
The Preacher:
Under what condition? What's the deal?
The Prison Guard:
I know the whole thing feels too absurd to be real
But someone somehow managed your appeal
The Preacher:
Can I still speak out against the war?
Even go door to door?
Talking to each neighbor?
The Prison Guard:
I know of no preconditions for your release
They didn't make known any wishes for you to cease
So go my friend, go free in peace

Poetry Post 277

The Entertainer
Here I am the entertainer you've been looking for
I got all I need for showbiz and more
Good looks, talents, brains, good-hearted and friendly to the core
A musician, composer, singer, thespian, dancer, poet, playwright and philosopher
I'll take you to a fantasy land
To some place much more grand
To some place less painful, less bland
Where people are at peace enough to hold hand in hand
Not only will I create an illusion
But I'll promise an permanent solution
I'll fight famine, war and pollution
I'll crumble every institution
I'll mend your broken heart
As my music tears your soul apart
I can make love seem as painful as a poison dart
I can do this all if you put my record in your shopping cart

Faith
Soak in your defeat, then learn from your mistakes
Life is fighting for morality and immortality then stopping for breaks
So be good for goodness' sake
Cause God is real but Santa's fake
No tangible gifts to take
Whether or not God we forsake
Sinners preaching what they cannot follow
Vipers striking poison too hard to swallow
Go home soak in sorrow
Repeat again tomorrow
God has faith in the good in me
Somewhere hidden behind my natural immorality
Someplace too hard for a human to see
What good from me comes to be?
Good deeds fall dead by sins of mine
Make it so hard to find peace of mind

Trapped In Fears
In my life in all my years
I have been trapped inside my fears
Now I wished for something good
Would come from my wasted childhood
But nothing worthwhile came to me
I just sat scared while people others to let me be
Now I sit alone wishing that tomorrow
Will change from today and break my sorrow

Conferrence

The Politician:
Priest what are we going do about this other protester
It seems arresting them only brings more
The Priest:
It was a huge mistake to arrest the Preacher
It's cause a catalyst against the war
If he was freed would he be a threat anymore?
The Politician:
No free man can be a martyr
The Priest:
Then it's settled the Preacher will be set free
And the Activist will have to let it be
And the masses will return to complacency

Poetry Post 276

Autumn Woman
I look at your face reminding me of a clear autumn day
Your skin, your hair; tender, soft, hued as the leafs on the ground lay
I know I cannot be too shy to play
Or winter winds might take you away
Could I hide behind your shrubbery
And enjoy the aroma and the scenery
Feeling the soft brittle leafs under me
Or as a shade would your hair be as a towering tree
May I lay on your firm and gentle mound
Forever on your cheeks I am loyally bound
As your rich full dark face softly covers the harsh ground
Compliments your voice like the autumn rustling sound
Would the river of your lips invigorate or diminish my soul
The warmth of the light of your eyes has that control
Do they invite or coldly condemn
Would the waters warmly embrace the swim

Amber Osbourne
Amber with eyes that shine like gold
Amber with a smile that never grows old
Amber with a heart that's never cold
Amber with hands so soft to hold
Amber with hair so gentle for me to caress
Amber the one who surpasses the rest
Amber nature's finest work of art
Amber the name that warms my heart

Weakness
I can't keep on this pretense
Every night I kill my innocence
Everyday my sentence grows more immense
Self confidence can't be built
On a mountain of guilt
Where winds of self suspicion make it tilt
I cannot ignore what is wrong
Even more so when it's been going on so long
People believe me to be so weak I can't believe I'm strong

Rights Of A Pacifist

The Prison Guard:
Hey Preacher there's an activist who wants to talk to you
Says she wants to understand better your point of view
The Activist:
Like why do you protest those protecting what you do?
The Preacher:
The rights of a pacifist cannot be won through violence
It can only be protected by breaking the silence
And not let intimidation become a hindrance
The Activist:
But this freedom comes from the soldiers who fight
Those who kill and die protecting your right
Aren't you being disrespectful to their plight?
The Preacher:
How, by saying the war killing them should cease
That they should come home safe in one piece
Is that why I'm locked up with no release?

Poetry Post 275

Power
People look for power
As if the Earth was theirs to devour
They'll use what other people make
They'll grab on whatever they can take
They'll do anything forbidden
To make others do their evil bidden
They'll do it just to feed the ego in their head
But what is this power when they're dead

Rambled Thoughts II
Put your nose to the grindstone
Until you make a point
A teenager alone
In his own joint
He thought he was a rock now he's just stone
Looking for his point

Slow Death
Laying down waiting my long expected death
Feeling weak and down to my single last breathe
Never again to enjoy a sunny day outside
Never again to read the books that stayed by my side
But still no more hatred, torture or pain
Never to be lied to again
So as I wonder laying on my deathbed
Debating, which is the greater pain, in my head
To live with Earthly pain and pleasure
Or to die to cease forever more

The Petition

Neighbor:
(opening knocked door) Now why are you knocking at my door?
The Activist:
Would you like to sign this petition to release the Preacher?
Neighbor:
I had him arrested why would I sign that for?
The Activist:
Why would you even have him arrested at all?
All he did was make a house call
Neighbor:
Boy you freaks have a lot of gall
Look my son is fighting this war
The Activist:
And what is it for?
Neighbor:
Not to have every pest come to my door
And I'm not signing for the Preacher's release
Your antiwar movement is disturbing the peace
Now get away before I call the police

Poetry Post 274

Jeremiah Complex
I speak without any vain piety
But with pencil and paper I'll change society
Speaking truth in mass communication many nations will hear
I'll show Jehovah is someone to revere and endear
I'll show my fellow bleeding hearts neither is God's heart at all cold
I'll show the family values groups God values the whole household
I'll show Jehovah is generous enough to give
The whole universe for every nation of man to enjoy

Fade Away
Goodbye my dear friends
This is how it ends
Although the end is never clear
We can feel the departure coming near
Every bond is broken for every one made
And there is nothing left but for our affection to fade

Old Friends
Old friends reentering their relationship
After they lost contact and let time slip
From no words been spoken
Their friendship grew old and broken
Is it possible for their friendship to grow again
Or has it reached its final end
Will they make it though
Or do they have to start off new

The Activist

The Activist:
Did you get the news today
There's a new cause celebre
An innocent man is locked away
He was just fighting for a higher cause
He didn't break any practical laws
He doesn't deserve prison he deserves our applause
We must make appeals for his release
Maybe even demand the war to cease
We must go to any means to achieve peace

Poetry Post 273

Emily
Emily, don't cry, I've already been torn apart
Emily, don't smile, joy is just too new to my heart
I can't help feeling the same as you do
I never felt this close to anyone but you
I'm sorry but this whole situation is new
I didn't really mean to tell you how to feel
But I've been in pain too long and I don't know what it's like to get healed
Please don't leave I know you don't need permission to smile or cry
I just needed to tell you how I feel and why
I just needed you to know that how you feel will be part of me till I die

Fear Of No Pain
All I see are people of thick skin and thick head
Knowing not what it's like living in dread
Never knowing fear for they are numb of heart
They never cry or fall apart
How can they have no bad in all they feel
Every man has an Achilles Heel
I cannot relate to those who don't show pain
Even Jehovah God cries in the rain

Fools
I can't fool others half as much as I fool me
A fool feels more than he can see
I have loved more than I had thought
I found myself lost and caught
I go further than logic would dare
Looking for a heart to care
All's fair in love and war because any fool who'd get in
Can't tell a fair loss from a cheated win
But what can I do
I'm just a fool looking for an "I love you"

Second Interview

The Prison Guard:
Hey Preacher the Reporter is back to see you
And he wants to finish the interview
Says he just has another question or two
The News Reporter:
Yes first why are you so passionate about this cause?
The Preacher:
Because its about adhering to the natural laws
The News Reporter:
What about the criticism it draws?
The Preacher:
I can't regret something I'm not sorry for
I can't just suspend my objections to war
It's a truth worth it's consequences to endure
The News Reporter:
Thanks that all I need to know
The world will know your story tomorrow
But for now I got to go

Poetry Post 272

The Park Of Youth
As I walk through my backyard as I did when I was young
Remembering the time back so long
Of a time more innocent
Of a time well spent
Of a time without rage
A time when I was young in age
How would I love to go back there
Back when there was love and care

Last Days Last Temptation
What could I want from you cursed Babylon
Can't you tell that all your glory's gone
There's more pride just to live in simple stealth
Than living with all your power and your wealth
You may deny the people choice
But you cannot deny their voice
You can imprison us by death but second life will set us free
Where all the righteous with their works and deeds can live eternally

School Is...
One more year to be gone
Then you'll be moving on
You have served your sentence down to the last year
Your day of being called a respectable citizen is near
Thank goodness you can't serve twice
The cheap pointless labor was itself a vice
Soon to be in a world that will appreciate you
And you shall be compensated for what you will do

The Editor

The Editor:
Hey how did the interview go
The News Reporter:
Sorry chief not much to show
The Editor:
I told you there wasn't much to know
The News Reporter:
There's just not much controversy
Honestly there's no holes in his story
The Editor:
I don't see how that could be
Does he claim to be innocent or guilty?
The News Reporter:
He appears earnestly innocent to me
The Editor:
Well that puts a twist on the story
We will build public sympathy
Defending this vigilante
Think how much we'll sell if we get him set free

Poetry Post 271

Path Deferred
What else can be said
I wish that I was dead
I feel no comfort when I pray
I know it's my fault because He indiscriminately shows The Way
Did I blind myself on His Path
Am I deaf because of His Righteous Wrath
I fall deaf and blind
No help I can find
I'm too cynical to trust
Although I know I must

Dream Hook
It was when I first kept my poetry in my little blue notebook
When I first felt caught by the Dream Hook
Now every night I have a little more hope
And a better way to cope
I can start a better life
Meet a loving wife
Just by being who I am, expressing long hidden feelings of my past
Will help me build a better future that will last
Now I no longer need to fear
Fame will make my path once more clear
Now my rescue has come near
My Dream Hook makes me feel good I'm still here

Auto Bio
I don't give to charity but feed charity cases
I can't remember all the names to all the faces
I don't go to too many places
But my mind wanders into empty spaces
convicted for my convictions
You'll find my truth stranger than fiction

Interviewed

The Prison Guard:
Hey Preacher there's someone here to see you
A news reporter says he wants to do an interview
The Preacher:
Really are sure that's true?
The News Reporter:
Yes it's an article on opposing views of this war
I just got a few questions for you to answer
First off do you consider yourself a political prisoner?
The Preacher:
Politically no it's about the laws of Christ not man
The News Reporter:
What about your legal rights under ban?
The Preacher:
That outcome I still don't understand
How is it trespassing to talk to a neighbor
I just walked up to the door
And asked how he felt about the war
The News Reporter:
You didn't think you were crossing a boundary?
The Preacher:
How else do you catch your neighbor with a moment free?
The News Reporter:
So you were taking advantage of the opportunity?
The Preacher:
No more than anyone else trying to start a conversation
The News Reporter:
Well visiting time is over and I have another reservation
But tomorrow I'll come back so you can finish your explanation

Poetry Post 270

American Churches
Racism, equalism, hate and love
The American churches believe in all the above
They say Christ died for everyone
But nations of men are staring in the barrel of the gun
Hell is spoken to the sinners now living
But in death even Nixon is forgiven

The New Friend
Once sitting here sad and lonely
Never would anyone talk with me
But then one day someone came to sit
And he talked with me a bit
After talking to him for awhile
I started to grin and smile
And by the chats end
I realized I have a new friend

Dear Amy
Dear Amy I could forever say "thank you"
And it would never become trivial or untrue
As the reasons for never grows few
After all you've done and promise to do
You took me in during the storm and welcomed me to a sky clear blue
And stopped my fears before they took form and grew
And for showing me love that I never knew
And for the countless helpful advice you gave I must thank you

Solitaire

The Preacher:
Locked in solitaire for half a year
My purpose couldn't be less clear
What good is a message that no one can hear
Tomorrow will be no better than today
I suppose I never made a difference anyway
In or out they don't care what I have to say

Poetry 269

Love Communication
You'll be so happy the next time I meet you
Because I know just how to treat you
I'll do anything you need me to do
To make all your fantasies come true
I'm here for all your emotional needs
With all the loves expressed in my deeds
I have for you every love from agape to eros
In every word, every touch and every moment it shows
Respect, devotion, fondness, romance all waiting on your blessing
Waiting for the response of the one their addressing
So if I'm a knight fit for you, my princess
All I have to hear is yes

Watching Armageddon
As I sit on my roof watching society fall
I wonder if it's the end of our innocence or hopefully the beginning of the end of it all
Is this God's final battle call
Earthquakes, famine, warfare, false prophets, betrayal in every household hall
How many are chosen to survive the Holy Warfare
Is there any left still decent and fair
Who are going to live past Earth's Final Nightmare
Or has everyone fell into Satan's lair

Landscape
On top of the rolling hills
Among the bed of daffodils
On the shores crushed by waves
In the quiet icy caves
In the bushy field of grain
Where the rivers and creeks drain
In the warmth of the beating sun in the desert plain
Or where the forests bloom forth from the rain
On top of mountains steep and high
Where plateaus touch the sky
Or wherever solitude may be
Is where serenity may set you free

No Contest

The Judge:
How do you plea to the charges of your arrest
The Preacher:
Your Honor Sir I plead no contest
But if it'd please the court may I make a request
That the court record why I committed this crime
The Prosecutor:
Objection this court does not have the time
And it's a waste of the taxpayer's dime
The Judge:
The objection is sustained
There's nothing to be explained
All comments must be refrained
Only a sentence left to declare
Six months in prison serving solitaire
The Prosecutor:
The Prosecutor finds the sentence fair

Poetry Post 268

Making Right
I'm living with a million ghosts in my head
The Ghosts of Many Unrightfully Dead
I'm cursed to hear the voices others ignore
Voices from crimes done years before
I have to set the record and slate clear
If I'm going to escape this fear
Because I have no right to peace
When the injustices will not cease
I have to save the next generation
From the threat of extermination
Contribute to the cause of restoration
Charity cannot be given with hesitation
When we're already living in desolation
But my depression inhibits my initiation

Social Stress
Walking down a hall so empty you can hear the wind blow pass your ears
Blank sterile faces glaring pass you increasing your intense social fears
A hall of empty souls wandering like tangible ghosts
Unyielding, unmotivated going to their posts
No humanity, no personality, no common ground
Smothered by the apathy and emptiness that's all around

I Cant
Mr Magnif, I Cant
I'm in Signif I Cant
Do want you order me to
Here I'm not equal to you
Some say I'm Will Eng
But call me Abel
But you Cain
So I don't want to be Abel

Another Knocking

The Preacher:
(Policeman knocking) Who's that knocking at my door?
(opens door) Oh hello officer
What are you here for?
The Policeman:
Your neighbor is pressing a trespassing offense
And don't give me your free speech defense
You broke city council ordinance
The Preacher:
I'm still going to fight this on court
The Policeman:
Sure I don't see who it would hurt
Your work doesn't exactly have community support

Poetry Post 267

Love Chances
I'm living in a lonely heart nightmare
Living without a love to share
Shackled by defeat and despair
But I don't say it's unfair
I don't give any reason to care
Secluded with painful contentment in my lair
Risking stable misery is a bet I'd never dare
I could never bare the taste of a sour affair
And with little to offer and nothing to spare
The chances of success is far too rare

Tears
Ejaculation is the crying of the hardhearted man
Society puts emotions and tears under ban
Baring one's core is something they canned
We freeze our depression and fears
And we bottle it up over the years
Trying to find an alternative to our tears

Judger's Judgment
Faggot and pervert instead of Samaritan and Gentile
Jesus never banned his love based on labels so senselessly vile
From harlots to tax collectors Jesus spread God's Word
Why should ones assigned as heathens die by a sinner's sword
If the sick are willing the Physician heals the ailing
Because like cancer the sin in them is not to their failing

At The Police Station

Neighbor:
I'd like to report a trespassing officer
The Policeman:
I'm sorry but I don't have time for a misdemeanor
Neighbor:
But there's a pest knocking at my door
The Policeman:
Well technically there's no crime against that sir
Neighbor:
But he's asking me uncomfortable questions about religion and war
The Policeman:
I know who you're talking about he's called The Preacher
I hate that antagonistic pest
Neighbor:
So you're going to make an arrest
The Policeman:
If you want to press charges be my guest

Poetry Post 266

Courtney The One
Your eyes are the light in which I follow
Your body shields me from all sorrow
Your smile is the essence of tranquility
Your faith installs faith in me
Love and empathy is embodied in your personality
At the height a goddess should be
Strong willed, outspoken in your opinion
Yet nurturing, supportive and feminine
You've transcended from a friend to a lover and to soulmate
And you've surpassed them all because you're so great
A woman who humbles me for making me feel better
She'll never how lucky I am to have met her

Life's Been Good To Me
I'm not one to downplay my misery
But all the same life's been good to me
To say the least at least I'm free
Free of the would or could or should I be
I have access to every wonder I see
I have no hopes but happiness comes unexpectedly
When you don't hang your hopes on expectancy

Cruisin'
Cruisin' under heaven's blue sky
Ridin' thru roads untried
Cuttin' an elliptical breeze
While listenin' to classic oldies
Cruisin' from morning sun's rise
Won't stop ridin' till the day's demise
May seem wasted but at least I'm having fun
Just something to do to kill time till the day is done

Preaching

The Preacher:
Hello would you like to read my manifesto
Neighbor:
No I can't I really got to go
The Preacher:
But I think its something you ought to know
Neighbor:
I recycle and I don't have any money
I won't sign a petition or join the army
I'm already late for work so I'm in a hurry
The Preacher:
I just want to talk about religion
Neighbor:
My parents already made this decision
And I don't care about another church division
The Preacher:
I want to talk about the war
Neighbor:
Why would you want to talk about that for?
The Preacher:
Do you think this is what Christ would condone sir?
Neighbor:
Some things are better off to ignore
And I don't want to talk anymore
So please get away from my door

Poetry Post 265

Certain Love
In Love there are winters and summers but never a May
True Love must be certain as the dawn of the day
If Love is in doubt then love will not stay
Love needs Confidence and Strength lest it whither away
In Hopefully your love will not have hope
If and Maybe aren't strong enough to cope
But with Will your will to love will survive
With Shall your Love shall remain alive

Witness Of Death
After coming to see you in your deathbed
I was drowned with tormenting thoughts in my head
Thoughts of never seeing you again
Thoughts of our friendships end
What can I do to stop the pain
If only I can see you again
All I have is my memory
Of the times of you and me

Suburban Blues
There's my sister reading her preteen magazine
Trying to keep up with the latest scene
Finding new ways to make her face clear and clean
Only if she knew not to be so mean
There's my sister trying to tighten her thighs
Just to impress some guys
Or maybe just to open some eyes
But she ain't there when her baby cries

Self Reflection

The Preacher:
Am I right or am I just a hypocrite
Selectively choosing which laws to submit
Based on which ones seem to my benefit
With no account to a greater good
Misusing morals to avoid doing the things I should
Or perhaps my tactics leave my principles misunderstood
Maybe it's them or maybe it's me that's morally selective
Anyway I can only tell my actions are ineffective
Something on whose whats and hows is defective

Poetry Post 264

To A Widow
I wish there was something I could do
But I've drifted too far from you
My memory of you is stored in the cobwebbed basements of my mind
And this emotional distance makes it hard to seem kind
But even if you remain far from me
It hurts to see you wallow in misery
I couldn't care less if you chose to come back into my life
But I can't be happy when you can't deal with the strife
I know you feel pain that no one knows like you
But one day you'll know this is a pain we all go through
I don't know what else comfort can be brought
To the tragic mourning young distraught

A Little Help
I try to help all the world I surround
But my seeds drop on unfertile ground
I do a little for everybody around
But no gratitude ever found
But my motives are often distort
I help and I hurt
No one appreciates my best effort
But my help always falls short

The Walk Of Friendship
It was a sunny day in the town
So on the road I walk down
My friend went on for the walk
We shared a laugh as we had a talk
We went strolling through the park
Then home again as it got dark
I'll always remember the trip
It was surely the Walk of Friendship

The Judge & The Prosecutor

The Judge:
Will the defendant please rise
The Preacher ain't this a surprise
An unwarranted protest I might surmise
The Preacher:
I have a warrant for this protest
It is a conscience that cannot rest
The Prosecutor:
And we have a warrant for your arrest
So sit down and give it a rest
This is in the public's best interest
How can we fight a war with this pest?
The Judge:
Good point does the defense have anything to say before I give sentence
Maybe a statement of regret or repentance
The Preacher:
I regret nothing but this court's false pretense
The Judge:
That's it you've crossed the line
You're lucky the first offense is merely a fine
But one more time in court your ass is mine

Poetry Post 263

In My Room
In my light less sunless room sitting on my bed
With endless terrors lurking around in my head
While stuck in my room
Seeing future doom
I see the death of my future marriage
Another victimized child in my carriage
The downslide of my physical body
And the debts draining out my money

Different Zone
Spending another day in a different zone
Spending my time living alone
But the solitude is fine
Because everything I have is mine
Nothing can harm my mortal soil
For I am in total control
In peaceful solitude
I can from stress and pain elude

Thug Or Robin Hood
I speak the truth I speak it in rhyme
Poverty is the mother of all crime
So many take just to get what they need
But they aren't evil because their root isn't greed
People are surviving on the sin of stealing
Just to compensate unfair dealing
Is it wrong, is it right, is it justified
In the courts should the poor as the rich be tried

Second Confrontation

The Policeman:
That's it we've had enough
Don't make me get out the handcuffs
The Preacher:
Go ahead and arrest me if it makes you feel tough
I'm not fighting back I'm calling your bluff
And if I'm not fighting why are you pretending to be so rough
Behind the smoke and mirrors your words are just a puff
If you have a valid point then make it
But don't claim righteous and through violence forsake it
If you want power why use God's Name to take it
The Policeman:
That's it you are under arrest
For this unsanctioned protest
For the sake of our safety and public interest

Poetry Post 262

Censors
Self appointed protectors of youth
Trying hard to hide the truth
In Liberal Europe the kids are doing just as fine
Being infinitely and intimately exposed to nipples and wine
Censors prefer teaching the children to hate
Than teaching them how to tolerate
They preach the hoax of hellfire
Condemning man's engraved and enforced desire
They censor what you say and tell you how to feel
And they supply the gun with no alternative ways to deal
You can kill but never expose your soul
They'll always condemn and rarely console
They preach forgiveness but never forget any transgressing
If people are hounding on your back how can you be progressing
Censors romanticize the past with pictures of purity
Painting over the violence, fornication and greed of history
They repress infant memories of pain forgetting the first time wasn't recent
Forgetting it has been a long time since times were decent

First Step To Forever
Blissfully secluded with you on our honeymoon
Staying in bed from midnight to noon
Then spending the day hardly leaving the room
Finally feasting on the fruits of bride and groom
I'll have relentless rejoicing my whole life through
As long as I can always be with you
Safely secured by the bonds and vows of love
No depths below or heights above
Could ever discord our blessed matrimony
As our open hearts keep us together in harmony

Molly
Molly with the face of an angel
Body curves like a bell
Constantly in my mind your image dwells
Your presence is more divine than the sunset
Your skin is a soft tender blanket
I'll give you everything just for your heart to get

The Politician & The Priest

The Politician:
It's time to pay back your patriotic debt
And stomp out anyone we interpret
As a potential national threat
The Priest:
We are blessed by God and permitted to kill
For this war is what we deem a necessary evil
Israel was once condoned so we can still
The Preacher:
But Israel only fought wars God directed
Lest their favor from God be rejected
By starting wars God would have objected
The Priest:
Who are you to say which battles to condone?
The Preacher:
I don't say my thoughts as my thoughts alone
But by the Word of Christ you call your own

Poetry Post 261

Serpents Speaking Truth
If a serpent speaks the truth it remains true
Even the wicked do good a time or two
But even if true is his saying he is still just a serpent
He is still an unremorse sinner needing to repent
Even if a serpent speaks truth it may seem strange
But if you hear truth from a serpent nothing changed
The facts he state still remains true
But the serpent still is yet to pay his due

Fallen Apart
Broken down and fallen apart
My stumbled aching shattered heart
Immobile knowing where not how to start
So I sit in bitter sorrow lying sore
Indulged in my misery insisting solitude I seek a cure
What is left of me I care not anymore

Middle Of The Night
In the middle of the night
I get a lonely fright
When I know no one is in sight
I feel like nothing's alright
Even when someone is there
There is nothing I can share
To make them want to care
No one to leave my soul bare
So where do I go
No one seems to know
I need to get high when I feel this low
When relationships are lost in a breezes blow

Confrontation

The Policeman:
Shut your unpatriotic mouth you damn heathen
If I catch you saying such things I'll charge you with treason
The Preacher:
What happened to the freedom of speech you believe in
The Policeman:
The right of every citizen to be free
Is conditioned by a life sacrificed to the country
The Preacher:
How am I free when you pose an unnatural threat to me
The Policeman:
Because you're a danger to society
Where would this country be
Without its military
The Preacher:
The debate is not how much you gain or lose
It is by whose principles you wish to chose
Righteousness is judged not by the ends that come but the means you use

Poetry Post 260

Walking Down The Countryside
Down in the deep country wood
I can always feel good
No stress, no worries, just feeling fine
Just another good day sunshine
There's no place I need to go
So I'm going to take it slow
Now I'm free
I can be me
Walking down the countryside
Anything goes just enjoy the stride
Free to lie in the sun
Free to have fun
Just to lie softly on the Earthly ground
With the birds making their morning sound
I'm staying here for all eternity
To be forever free

Ye Have Done It Unto Me
I saw a fellowman in some need
So I did the right Christian deed
Whether in labor or personal doubt
I like to help my brothers out
I like to try to do what I can
But it is hard to be a Good Samaritan
When you can't trust everyman
And I have strength in spirit but the flesh of human

Changed
I was born in life
Without much strife
The world was fun and free
And it accepted me
Then everything changed
It was all rearranged
I was no longer loved
I'm always pushed and shoved
All the innocence of the world disappeared
Everything's worse than I ever feared
It is all over for me
Unless somehow I break free

The Preacher

The Preacher:
I am the preacher of the good news no one seems to hear
To die by the sword or live by the plowshare
Somehow Christian morals lose to hate and fear
What happened to love thy neighbor
And learn war no more
Isn't that what Christ died for
Heaven and Earth are God's Chosen Kingdom
A place for the oppressed and burdened to come
And love enforces the law of all not just some
Give to your neighbor the gleaning of your field
But let your anger and your grudges toward him yield
The Christian frame of mind is the most protective shield

Poetry Post 259

Ways To Truth
All of mankind's queries
Can only be answered in theories
Without absolute proof
Can there be absolute truth
Man's quest would fill the canyons seeking ultimate knowledge
And man's eyes can hardly see pass the cliff's ledge
So many ways to look all the way around
Fogs of ignorance so thick you can't see the ground

Freedom
I have finally grown
I am now on my own
The time has finally come
For more of my own freedom
I am now a man at last
Now I can forget my past
I'll move on to have a family
The way I always wished it would be
I shall be a benefit to society
And society shall finally be of some help to me
The day of freedom
Has finally come

Conquering A Demon
Conquering a demon
Beating the con
The con that tricked me to do what I did
The one who made me a slave to his every bid
But I finally quit
I beat the evil habit
It is no longer trapping me
Into thinking his way was the only way I could be free
But it's over and I proved the Devil wrong
And to him I no longer belong
I'm no longer stuck in my addiction
And I'm out of my affliction

The Preacher Is Complete

Songs

1. The Preacher
2. Confrontation
3. The Politician & The Priest
4. Second Confrontation
5. The Judge & The Prosecutor
6. Self Reflection
7. Preaching
8. At The Police Station
9. Another Knocking
10. No Contest
11. Solitaire
12. Interviewed
13. The Editor
14. Second Interview
15. The Activist
16. The Petition
17. Rights Of A Pacifist
18. Conference
19. Emancipation
20. The Judge & The Prosecutor Reprise
21. The News
22. The Reactionary
23. The Waiting
24. The Obituary
25. Soldier's Lament
26. Echoes
27. The News Reprise
28. Cease Fire

Characters

1. The Preacher
2. The Policeman
3. The Politician
4. The Priest
5. The Judge
6. The Prosecutor
7. The Neighbor
8. The Prison Guard
9. The News Reporter
10. The Editor
11. The Activist
12. The News Anchor
13. The Reactionary
14. Soldiers #1-7

No Offense Taken "Televangelist Salesman"

(700 Club/Shopping Network set up with Priest standing behind a desk)
Priest: Hello and welcome to St. John's Salvation Hour. It's a televangelist show that doesn't preach high mightiness and snobbery as that tends to turn away viewers and is therefore less profitable. Anyway, first up on this show I'm going to read some letters sent by fans and then show some souvenirs you can order from us, then reply to some hate mail and if we still have time we'll do our daily scriptural reading. Okay. If you would like to read ahead I suggest you can do it during the third segment not the first two, if you can't hold out do it now because you won't want to miss the second segment. Today's scripture is John 2:16. That's John 2:16 not John 3:16. So that said let's begin. The first letter comes from Los Angeles, California from a Mr. Timbs it reads (reads letter) "Dear St. John's Salvation Hour cast and crew, I am a local librarian who would like to thank you for recommending the book The Bible. I thought it was the best book since The Origin Of Species by Charles Darwin and is right up there with The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx" (closes letter) well there's no account for taste except with God, he hates bad taste, now let's move on to the merchandise, oh wait I still have a couple more letters how silly of me. First Mr. Crumpus from Rutland, Vermont. He writes (reads letter) "Dear St. John's I am a preacher from Vermont who has a conflict of conscience and it seems contradictory that I patriotically endorse war when I as a preacher am meant to teach against raising arms in the bloodshed of our Christian brothers." (closes letter) Well to put your mind at ease for the past fifty years America has stuck to bombing Muslims and other atheists. A similar letter comes from someplace in Italy or Germany I couldn't tell I speak tongues not gibberish anyway to address our foreign Christian brothers I would like to say your governments are evil liberalists without the death penalty or even a bleeding army so it doesn't matter since passively following Satan's ways you'll all burn in hell. Go American Christians except for Quakers, Mennonites and Jehovah's Witnesses but that goes without saying, bunch of weirdos god. Now it's home shopping time with our first product of The Virgin Mary (holds picture frame of Bettie Page with a whip) (looks and is shocked double take glance) oh my god how did that get here? We use the same set as talk show host Jerry the Shock Jock and His Cheerleading Mascot, that's probably how it got here anyway once we get some real money we'll just move to a holier network they can hardly afford my five thousand a week salary but mind you that's without medical insurance so I have to pay for my own medication unlike some dirty smutty commies I know who need someone to pay for their Zoloft, if they were righteous in God's eyes they'd rejoice in (holding gold plated cross) this gold plated wood carving of Jesus crucified but unlike many other crosses this one is in graphic detail so you can see the blood dripping from the palms of Lord Jesus. If you like that call 1-937-777-7776. Next a carved plaque (holding plaque) of the scripture John 3:16 not to be confused with today's reading which is John 2:16. This is the classic John 3:16. If you like this item call 1-937-666-6667. Now for the final part where I answer hate mail from the typical heathens, homosexuals, evolutionists and pacifists The first letter says Dear St. John's you've been cancelled signed Channel 27 management. What the hell?

Updates On The Preacher Rock Opera and the next Rock Opera Thoreau

I'm thirteen songs into the new rock opera The Preacher. None of the characters go by names just titles. After this rock opera I will start a third rock opera Thoreau. My plan is to put the three together into one production released on a double CD. I figured with about a total a thousand lines of verse it could be encapsulated in less than 160 minutes of music. It's a little too long for a single disc I think, but none of the operas I wrote are worth getting individually but then again there's no music to judge by. The recording will (if it ever happens) will be done in a traditional cast form not the typical rock opera where all the parts are sung by a single lead singer (this I feel will help eliminate confusion in following the story). The title will be simple A Rock Opera Trilogy: Bettie Kaczynski Byproduct Of Society, The Preacher, Thoreau. I'm only half way through the second opera and have no composer, singers, musicians, record deals or studio time but if nothing else I want to leave behind the libretto even if nothing else comes to fruition. I almost forgot Thoreau is about a nature lover who fights to protect his neighborhood from corporate corruption. Primarily corruption against nature, the workers and the consumers. The corporation is a tobacco company hoping to expand its product making in the agricultural setting of the opera.

New Rock Opera Project: The Preacher

With the focus I enjoyed putting into Bettie Kaczynski: Byproduct of Society I thought of making another rock opera libretto. Brainstorming ideas lead to two basic storylines. I've chosen one and will save the other for latter if writing another rock opera will seem fun. The opera is called The Preacher it's obviously still a work in progress just starting last night. The basic plot is an unnamed character called The Preacher is persecuted for not supporting a war condoned by other characters such as the Policeman, the Politician, and the Priest. The theme of it is how a pacifist stance during a time of war puts one at odds of those who feel violence is justified.The Preacher adheres uncompromisingly and to some extent without tact that whatever the cause of war it is never justified to anyone wishing to adhere to the true principles of Christ. He automatically puts out fallacies in the justifications while no actual cause is mentioned for why the war in this particular case has to be fought. How the conflict is going to end I'm just brainstorming now, perhaps he becomes a martyr just before society comes to realize the war was unjust and there was no clear reason for war and what could have been the mass public simply rejecting the war in the first place now becomes a question of breaking down against the establishment to end this particular injustice as the masses without leadership for their cause break into anarchy

Poetry Post 258

Paradox Labels
All that defines me
Is all that binds me
The labels I choose to wear
Shows what lies deep inside of there
There is nothing I could be
Without the ideals that mold me
the antisocial social activist
The compulsive antiritualist
Distant, aloof and intimate
Self-absorbed and compassionate
Emotional and numb
Feelings from Asperger's Syndrome
With the ideals I profess
As a Jehovah's Witness

Corruption
Corrupted, corrupted by the world I rejected
Sick of passing roads easier than the one I selected
If virtue is a shield why are the principled ones unprotected
Dangers leap from the corners undetected
But always falling to the ones you most suspected
My moral compass is aways is disconnected
By a mortal spirit always feeling dejected
As long as I doubt I will never be perfected

Psalm Of Thanksgiving
There are no words to fit the great magnitude
To accurately express our Divine gratitude
For the love you show mankind
For not leaving us behind
As some preachers taught
Forgetting the price you had bought
With Your Son you gave us Paradise Earth
So let us never forget our worth

Poetry Post 257

Jehovah's Gifts
There is only one reason to live
That is for the gifts Jehovah gives
The gift of humor
Will help you endure
The gift of music
Will cure the spirit of the sick (1 Samuel 16:23)
The gift of a friend
Will help hearts mend
The gift of wildlife
Will calm internal strife
The gift of free will
Will give you the choice to love God still
But the gift of love
Is the gift all others are made of

Reply To A Soldier's Memorial
Don't speak for the dead you buried
For you they have no more mind to read
Don't say they died out of need
When you know they died for your greed
It wasn't their mouths you tried to feed
You offered no help when the plead
You just sent them off to do your deed
And no looked back to watch them bleed

Distant Lover
Wasting the morning in bed all I can ever do
Is restlessly fantasize about me and you
My thoughts drift to images of you so clear
That I make love to you when you're not even here
But the clarity fades after so many days
Even though the memory and the passion forever stays
And so all that remains is little more than a ghost
Taunting me with the wish I desire most

Poetry Post 256

Safe Harbor
I'm waiting on time to tell me when to say
All the things only time can tell you when you may
But the time just keeps on passing away
And a life of misery for a wrong moment is too high to pay
So in anxious timidity and comatose I lay
With these thoughts on me like an anchor weigh
So excuse my look of dismay
But my heart is docked to the bay
So please where your heart lays let it stay
So that when it's okay
I can find my way
To your heart that very day

Rejected
Alone, rejected by the one I truly adored
My only heart she murdered
I can never love another
You had my heart and I have no other
I should move on but I can't
Your name haunts me like a chant
I can't love you after what you have done
But after you, as far as other girls, there is none

Before You
All my life I've been pushed and shoved
Before you I never knew how it felt to be loved
Before you I was never happy with who I was
I never saw the sun rise like it now does
I now know how to appreciate life
Since you have became my wife
I can see the sun shining bright
I can see things in a brighter light

Poetry Post 255

Right
How can might make right
You can't find peace when looking for a fight
The power to oppress does not repress man's plight
Right is simply subjective to what historian's write
To which they show everything in their own light
Making issues of the trite
To stir up the uptight
Until war is the only answer in their sight
And hate comes to a new height
Eclipsing love's rays shining bright
Glorifying warfare's gruesome turbulent night
But what's past the mountain of hate is where you'll find the right
As a conscious objector to the caste lots of might

The Rejected One
Sitting alone always being the rejected one
Never allowed to be part of the fun
In solitude with hardly anyone to talk to
And all my friends I have are quite few
Isolated and desperately trying to make a friend
And I fail as I try and try over again
Although I've always survived on my own
I just don't know if I can make it alone

Suicide Wish
I pray for depression to lead me into eternal sleep
There is no validation in the life that I keep
I am not righteous in one man's view or another
I have not saved nor enhanced the life of my brother
I offer nothing and have no reliability
I am only an obstacle and a liability
All I ask is if I'm not what you expect of me
Then just cut me off and let me be

Poetry Post 254

Reluctant Virgin
Lonely in your presence
My thoughts scurry as my muscles tense
There's not much I can do
I'm infatuated with you
It's not some innocent trusting romance
It's a craving lustful trance
I just want to harmonize the music we'll make
Make you feel it was worth the take
It's not about deserve, need or right
But getting what I desire tonight
But you don't have to worry about what I'm going to do
I don't have the egotism to take it out on you

People Who Cry
As I sit alone I wonder why
There's no emotion in people except for those who cry
And why the people who cry have to sit idly by
Being pushed aside by the heartless until the day they die
Why must our emotions be repressed
Why should the others make us feel depressed
Why must we feel like we are less
Why must we only feel sadness

Prisoner Of Social Law
Trapped as if I had been jailed for the most vulgar crime
Trapped in my cell till the end of time
I am in prison for the treason of social law
I am by far too different than what any ever saw
Now my life has become a subject of taboo
Just for being someone completely new
And to a world of clones that is the worst crime
So my life is in solitaire doing time

Poetry Post 253

To Leonard From Penny (A Big Bang Theory season 2 finale tribute)
My calm demeanor is a tool to deceive
So you don't know I cry inside when you leave
I can risk my heart but not our friendship
And lovers can wound on the slightest slip
The scar of a true lover is deeper than a knife
Never to let go of the scar for the rest of your life
So for the sake of keeping our love until the end
I can never manifest it as more than a friend

Dream Lover
You are the only lover I can keep
But I can only see you in my sleep
Still no other love of mine ever gets this deep
When I think of what I could lose it makes me weep
Awake I'm aware of how futile it all seems
But hope and promises can still live in my dreams
There I can feel as I want to feel
And live in heart forever for real

Environmental Nature Of Self
You can look at my DNA
But you won't find anything that way
The environment determines the shell I wear
With indifference I blend in by learning not to care
And that's the social shell I put on
Until the hostile environment is gone

Poetry Post 252

Destiny
What can I do what could I be
Society puts its limitations upon me
I am only technically free
As the boundaries I try to surpass makes me weary
I can only go so far morally
I can only go so far intellectually
I can only go so far socially
So who am I suppose to be
Physical limitations make me mentally ill
In all senses my soul lays still
Suffering from boundaries of strength and free will
What purpose am I suppose to fulfill

Class Law
The Man came with his posse to shoot a boy with a gun
Doesn't matter if he fights back the battle can't be won
Because a civilian's word means nothing when the day is done
Unless you have some kin to verify what they saw
As long as they are a social class above the law
But if you ain't white, wealthy and worldly wise just might as well withdraw
Because the media, authority and public just can't see the benefit of you
And it won't ever matter all the good that you try to do
Because once getting caught at a wrong moment and your life is through

Racist Static
The radio waves play it plain and clear
But the racist state of mind always tries to interfere
Guns, gangs, piggy is all the masses hear
Because the masses are trained to look for fear
they tell you and show you why not to believe the hype
But the rest of the media says Darkies only come in one type
The ones that fight back and gripe
But you'd be beyond pissed if your dignity were swiped

Poetry Post 251

The Truth
You don't have to run from life
You don't have to hide behind a knife
There's another way to deal with strife
Find the truth that's positive
And you'll find a way to live
Without the weight of the negative
It will see you through
With wisdom to guide you
To help you on what to do
It will be your friend
Even past the end
Till the world starts over again

Nowhere
My life is simply going nowhere
I'm stuck in my terminal despair
Just waiting around for something fair
Something to get me out of my nightmare
Away from the forces that are stripping me bare
To a nurturing place of emotional care
To a person with burdens and love to share
But everyone's too numb and scared to dare
And without love there's no motivation to get there

Doubting Soldier Of God
Oh that I could have the might
To stand up and fight
For what I knew was right
To pull myself out of this plight
If only I had the foresight
A faith to hold back the fright
As I push on through the night
But I can't rely on myself to carry the Light
For as long as I doubt I haven't the right

Poetry Post 250

Judgment Day
I'm scared of God's anger
Paralyzed by fear
I have not put closure to my sins
But the closure of my life is near
Nothing is finalized
How am I going to be analyzed
Is God closing a book that is still being written
Is my unclarified past to be penalized
I don't know the use of reproof
No man is capable of following the Truth
Especially those
Still in the bloom of youth

Battered Beauty
I rode my bike to see my love one sunny day
And saw a ground and shoved flower along the way
I stopped over to inspect the battered beauty
Tattered and worn but still triumphed over artificial adversity
Stern stemmed and resolute retaining its purity
After a journey of well worth its length
I greeted my love with the symbol of inner strength
But the flower was too comely and she was blind to its beauty
And so I left because it was a rejection of me

God's Love
From the trampled to the weak
From the stumbled to the meek
Jehovah loves us all
Even when we fall
And gives us the peace we seek
He shows happiness is a long hard road
But he'll help us carry the load
As long as we don't follow the masser crowd
And we ain't too proud
To ask him to carry the load