Friday, August 26, 2022

Seven letters plus I

 



I see your lines, circles, crescent moons and stars, all commenting on your new creation

Looking closely at each letter to learn what's in them for you

Of the holy one, the true one, you underline with dark blue ink as one who knew life itself

Vindicate them, you highlight, as one who appreciates the lord's faithfulness to his people

Every page is saturated with ball-pointed feelings of childlike curiosity and trust

You valued the cost of the crown of life more than the acceptance of this world

Over and over, and over again, a star marks wisdom for your own application

Unlike the one who abandoned his first love, you now shine like the son, having been faithful unto death





Saturday, August 20, 2022

Unscramble

 



Seflak is such a strange name

the odd letter functioning like a grade

upon its academic work.

 

I see the CD in the Ugandan’s hand.

And I don’t know how critical I should be.

Will that, too, produce another failure?

 

One can only hope my restructuring in pdf will be read


not just downloaded and tucked away down F’s memory hole

as another box checked to boast and know it all

Perhaps when my publication is for sale


Seflak will start paying attention 

and stop ignoring our differences

and adopt me as a Sealak











Sunday, July 17, 2022

Woahk County

 


BS.5 is spreading quickly in Woahk County. It’s a variant, so it deviates slightly from BS.4 Omega, and Daleth, which also exhibited slight differences from its deadly mutant strain, Diadem91, killing billions every year during the tyrannical and transphobic Trump administration. 


Even with prior infection, BS.15 is seemingly more transmissible. (Seemingly, as in a biosecurity-state agenda that seems to have no end in sight.) BS.5 is also seemingly more immune-invading. This new BS invades immune systems like no other immune system has ever been invaded. The good news is that the vaccine is working! Severe illness and death are both battled against around the clock by each and every hard-working vaccine. 

This is why the time is more critical now than ever, and Woahk County is issuing a face-diaper mandate. Face-diapers are an important additional tool to protect against widespread infection. Face-diapering is a critical public health tool.












Wednesday, July 13, 2022

Dots and Caps

 




The adopted one speaks like her Papa. Always innocent until proven guilty. Always the victim. Always the humble and wise apologist, asking useless questions related to imaginary foundational gaps, accompanied with poor grammar and reasoning. Always tearing down strongholds made with privatized perception within the echo-chamber of Dr. Pops. Then come the dots...

As the Papa is predictably defensive and insecure, yet overly confident inasmuch as he overcompensates with ridiculous anecdotes of self-aggrandizements, so this newly adopted daughter is blinded by her own conceits. Blinded by his, too, they remain an embarrassment to all those who truly care about them. At least for now. Maybe it will remain forever. Maybe it won't. Then come the all-caps.

I certainly hope not. Just as I hope she learns, before it's too late, that she's not his daughter or covenant child, and he's not her father. Her actual father is not evil, as her Papa claims. The only way out of this mess she impetuously plunged into is to think for herself, and question big Papa's authority. That's what his real children did. They grew tired of playing his stupid games, which only won them stupid prizes. Then comes the position paper. 










Friday, June 10, 2022

What I learned from Willy

 



We must know truth 
We do well to avoid error 
Our knowledge is a drop
Our ignorance, a sea

We need only act 
And keep acting as if
The thing were real 
And the real will become 

Old fashioned hell-fire
Preaching and teaching 
Producing fruits 
At full conversion value 

Epistemology is communal 
Yet I have liberty to disagree
Because one’s love of neighbors
May not be as of one’s self

The easy habit 
Is ignoring data
The popular ritual
Obtaining unity in one’s mind

Truth is a stream too great
For any single mind to take in
No single dip or dive is universal
Truing is what we do to pass through

Doubt is not
The lamentable loss of certainty 
But the positive possibility 
Of certainty 

On this one thing we do not agree
The absolute divides us
Therefore, let us not become parted
By such trifles

We must respect
Sacredness of individuality
Outwardly tolerate 
What is not Itself intolerant 

We, instead, embrace
These vices of adroitness
swindling and their indulgence
Also, cant, and sympathy with cant






















Friday, May 27, 2022

Make it go away

 


Jesus with long hair

Paul with crotchety everything 

Both are blind and lead the blind

Like a circus

Around and around


Fleas could do better teamwork

Because the robotics could save them 

Our maybe, just maybe 

Jesus and Paul are the robots

Programmed like toasters 


And tea kettles resting 

On shelves of good will

Until some thrifter thinks a good idea

To invest in them just to throw them away

And make room for better junk on the shelf











Sunday, May 22, 2022

I don't often say this


 


But I wish he would come back

And explain himself 

This generation is not that one

At war with each other

Signs and portents were all around

And adversaries cast down

Like lightening 


If he was here

I’d ask which English translation was best

And then smirk

He’d then smirk with me

Followed by jokes and laughter

About the memes he inspired

And the magical letters he composed


‘I came back already,’ he’d say confidently 

‘Once was enough for me,’ he’d chuckle

While sipping a crafty concoction I made

We’d even take a selfie together

To prove who was wrong all along

And its caption would be priceless

‘He’s back! Just not as promised.’









To be true

 



i.

I love your integrity 

and balance

Not one day goes by when I don’t admire

your thoughtfulness and brilliance









ii.

I have a library

But you are the true intellectual between us

I think everyone around us notices the same


I study and write what is speculative and controversial

You study the concrete

You dwell upon the practical,

the efficient 


I am a mere table of contents

You are the poem, the trilogy, 

the biography, the book

with the best binding


I learn more from your book 

and your teaching 

than from all other sources taken together









iii.

You love life and are grateful for it

You don’t complain

Instead, you rejoice when it’s appropriate










iv.

You grieve for others 

more than your own lot

You are the source of peace and contentment for others 

for every moment between


You’re genuinely interesting, too

Being artistic and crafty just adds to what makes you so immensely intriguing

You’re also logical, but not annoyingly logical










v.

You don’t boast in doing good

You just do good constantly, 

thinking of others, 

even with age appropriateness










vi.

You listen and consider

and learn and process 

prior to slight adjustments to your own convictions












vii.

It is the wise choice—taking into account techniques, timing, planning, and outcome—that becomes worthy of your consideration


You choose well, and that often reflexively, 

instead of choosing too much or too little as a habit












viii.

Like a plate full of garden varieties and delicacies, you always nibble with choice—rarely a mouthful, 

never any stuffing of face


You save for later so you can savor later

A to-go box

is for a full plate 

that you can foresee 

being impossible to finish 












ix.

I remain mesmerized that you listen, 

not so you can weasel around words 

to get your own thoughts in

but to hear and respect and work with others

And to make them feel heard 


You even choose to not listen at the most considerate times,

in order to be more productive and fruitful


A gracious spirit is evident the whole while, too, each and every time










x.

You work constantly

Your energy is as beautiful as you resting after a long day

When I peak at you while sleeping I think, 

‘I can’t believe this one is mine.’ 

Adding to all of this, you’re sexy, fun, exquisitely modest, and positively incandescent










xi.

You are honest and clear in communication, and cute in your mannerisms


You are winsome and kind, careful and patient, generous and courageous, loyal and dignified, stable and trustworthy, resourceful and blissful


You are the most admiral person I have ever known—the sweetest, gentlest, most natural embodiment of maternity, femininity, and coadjutricity


You are the most valuable friend of my life










xii.

Thank you for everything you are

Thank you for everything you do


I lack nothing with you

I lack nothing because of you


I love you

Thank you for loving me









Sunday, March 27, 2022

Shoulder to Shoulder




When our nest is empty

we will still be

shoulder to shoulder

not just face to face

as mere friends

playing games

and killing time


Instead we will be 

building together

growing together

producing together

feasting together

waiting together

for that great city of the sun










Presanctified


Across my world is a hellish place

I am not welcome

It’s a hospital

And only a hospital

With an autistic chaplain

A frog that croaks to inmates

And a canine with longer fur than Jesus

 

It’s full of sickly patients

And no physician to be found

That is why we travel 

Across the plane

To the magic city

Where I am allowed to cry

And many others cry with me


When their streets flood

And candles go out

And doors close for the night

It’s because the gifts inside 

Receive our prayers

Hear our cries 

And cry along with us










Unconditional Love


 


What is that?


One’s excuse to retreat from the face of evil?


To become something magical and mythical?


To mimic the fictional deity we imagine to be?


To love all equally yet hate some of them more?


Which is it?



Some say it is the gift of Jesus, the son of god who is killed and made alive


Yet among the truly liberal it is spoken of as the charity of one 

 

who kills and makes alive


but who also makes alive and then kills

Blessed are all those who put their trust in him









Twelve hours


Over the valley and through the woods

A half day was spent seated, motionless

Then we arrived

And a curious young man

Locked the only door 

From the inside out

To the only room

To pay our water bill

To dump out our trash


After the handle was removed

From the outside

One might think

Disparagement would be unnecessary

But that door doesn’t swing both ways

If you plant corn

Don’t expect strawberries to grow

Humiliation is what precedes exaltation

Stupid decisions just delay that process










Holy resurrection

 




The spirits howl this morning

ready for worship — ready for war


I can hear them wanting to break glass

wanting to push through and invade


But these walls

built upon the foundation of martyrs


mortared with the hymns of holy ones

won’t let them


Its breath continues to hover and push back

Its black emblazoned stones cry out


Have mercy on us

and on the whole world