A dirge for the stars

The sky is gone

We tamed it

My heart is gone

They maimed it

Where can a man go to see the stars?

We wander an earth made of bars

Our organs transplanted into jars

On the way to dusty death

The replacement sons of Seth

The sky is dull 

We blamed it

My heart is dull

They stained it

Out out brief candle 

Life I could not handle 

But maybe I can stand till

The final son reappears

And drinks up all our tears

And the sea itself disappears 

Because a new ocean we will know

And in the stars themselves will row

And with Yggdrasil’s seeds we sow

A future world that will show

All our pains that here do grow

Are merely the basis for the fallow

So outside the camp we follow

Where death itself He did swallow

And saved all who slave below

The sky is bright

He saved it

My eyes fill with light 

Though I betrayed it

A Dark Salvation 

A Dark Salvation 

“Make a friend of horror”

Kurtz in his madness teaches

“Don’t fear the reaper”

The oyster cult preaches

And we cry macabre to these cultural leaches! 

Even though our own apostle longs to die

We have become deeply connected to this pig sty

Like the prodigals we remain unclean

Bathing in our lawlessness 

Pretending that this makes us unseen

But the wisest one has told us that the day 

we die is far better than the day we live

And we being poor don’t have very much to give

But the father only asks for your life

Why wouldn’t you give it up?

It’s full of suffering and strife

Outsiders should think we worship death, not cars

After all we worship the only God that truly died

This same god who crafted the very stars

Is the only god that dereliction has cried

So it is “horror” that Jesus preaches
And don’t “fear the reaper” he also teaches

And we have become the churchly leaches

When we pretend our gospel is one of peaches

Only by pain is pain overcome
And only by suffering is the victory won

And only by death is death made unstung 

And only this god can truly say “I am love”
Because he did not remain above

But descended to us through a man and a dove

True life is dying with him

Only by death can our real life begin.

For what is sown in shame will be resurrected in glory

That’s why we can take comfort in our story

Our deaths are not merely a passage to a cloud

But one day when the trumpet rings loud

We will find ourselves covered in shame no more

But bodily awake to the riches messiah has in store

For in his body all sin he bore

And in a thousand years the pain will be a memory from yore

And these saving truths are no folklore

For Our lord has died

And Our lord has risen

And so our death too lasts but a season

This hope in our hearts has a compelling reason

Our god has gone where we must go

And he has done these things to show

That nothing can overpower him

Please god grant us our new life begin!

Amen.

The Ark

Every family an army,

Every wife and daughter a shield,

Every father and son a sword,

Every risk a dark fortress,

Every moment waiting for mistake,

Every day charging forward,

Every action the art of love,

Every thought the art of war,

Every hour the steady vanguard,

Every second moving toward,

The unlit path requires faith,

An unbreakable invisible thread,

That guides through goblin’s keep,

And to grandma’s arms is led,

The battle born child becomes a man,

The abandoned girl a woman,

But only together yet distinct can they truly be human,

Then in unison they cry silence,

All are one and yet distinct,

Resting quietly in reliance,

The weary head,

The tired feet,

The broken ribs,

The bloody hands,

Will finally find their rest complete,

When rain raises the boat above the sands.

Sinner’s hope

The regular confession I bring

Like a guilt offering

Could atonement never make

Nor my heart truly break

Salvation is made not by Mere repentance

For before you all are in the traitor’s stance

Until your son takes my place

I have no hope to see your face

For our confessions do not save

Only through the one who trampled over the grave

The mystery of thy love my mind does confound

For truths such as these are infinitely profound

Accept me as thy son so I may be brought in

Forgive my sin oh god of heaven

I want to feel the texture of thy eternal grace

Song of the Infanticide 

I finished the Gosnell book and it filled me with a poetic passion. I felt so grateful that we live in a world where evil is fought with truth and hate with is fought is love. But of course passion is suffering, and I began to cry as the book came to a close because Gosnell’s thousands of victims had no chance for justice of any sort in this life. They must look to the new heavens and new earth for justice, as really all of us must.

As a man who will never father children the issue of infanticide has a different significance to me. I have come to believe that in the eschaton (the final state of the cosmos after Jesus’ return) there will be lost children waiting for me. Orphans that will be given to me and my wife as our sons and daughters. And I think many of these children will have suffered the grave injustice of legalized murder. 

I wrote this poem for myself, my wife, and Gosnell’s victims (all of them, the people seeking his services, his staff, his children and wives, but most importantly those he murdered).

Song of the Infanticide 

Some where in the night there sits a spider 

Weaving webs into a noose to bind her

But instead it sits upon his shoulder

And it’s tied to the top of Winter’s Soldier

Fruit of the womb the spider has eaten 

And to our eyes the children are beaten 

But one day we shall see them undefeated

For soon this spider will be unseated 

And down his own webs he will follow

Haman’s path to the cup and swallow

The wine of his own pressing

And find it poison to the tasting 

On that day the one who suffers

By drinking poison made by others 

Will ask the spider for his wine 

So that the spider may later dine

In the new world that is to come 

Where spider victims shine like the sun

But the spider will look to his web

And find that it has become his bed

There he hangs in eternal restless sleep

And then his murders will begin to peep

Open eyes that have never opened

And hear with ears that never listened

And run with legs that never ran

And swim with arms that never swam

Singing with throats that never sung 

“Death itself has been undone!

The spider has not won!

Hung upon the gallows he spun!

The gallows rode by the true son!

By death we can no longer be stung!

For upon our gallows true son has hung!”

Empty arms these children will fill

And quaking hearts they will still

These families made in future land

Against the final evil will stand 

A misfit gang of warriors they band

Around the winter soldier hand in hand 

A question to the past they broach 

As Ragnarok makes it’s final approach 

“Join the spider and die like a roach?

Or let go of your webs and finally come home.”

Is David Harbour going to Punch a Princeton professor?

I sure hope so because Peter Singer is an evil man. He was the philosopher who made it impossible to ignore that what we were calling Abortion was actually infanticide. He believes rats are worth more than my friend who has Downs Syndrome and every single student I work with (all have special needs). 

So where is the outrage? Where is the goddamn outrage over Margaret Sanger? She was a Nazi too. I mean the Nazis were eugenicists right? Well Sanger believed that #blacklivesdontmatter and that infanticide was a great way to get rid of inferior humans. So is Harbour going to dig up her bones and punch her or is he going to remain an idiot and a coward for going along with the evil that Hollywood supports? Is he going to punch Planned Non parenthood?

What about Bryan Singer? Is Harbour going to punch him in the face? Making Apt Pupil doesn’t get Singer off the hook for being a Nazi. Nazi’s are fascists right? Don’t fascists threaten people when they don’t get what they want? Well BSinger has been involved in the raping of boys trying to make it in Hollywood for decades. So where is the $&@%ing GOD DAMN outrage over this Nazi? A man who treats young men like tissue paper that he can use and then discard if they disobey him. A man who hides his deviant evil sexual abuse behind the PC veil of homosexuality.

Is Harbour going to punch the countries that Trump banned from immigrating into the US? I mean the Nazis infamously had it out for the Jews right? Well the banned countries have an immigration ban of their own: Jews. So uh why aren’t we treating these countries like apartheid South Africa? Where is the outrage for this actual evil? Harbour is gonna have some pretty bloody knuckles before he gets anywhere close to the president…unless of course he’s a coward, an idiot, and a hypocrite who hides behind Hollywood…I’m willing to bet he’s all of these things.

Where is the real outrage over really outrageous things? In Hollywood there is none. Only hypocrisy. I pray that Harbour isn’t such a scum bag that those beautiful children in Stranger Things aren’t being subjected to the same kind of evil that generations of child actors have experienced. But sadly his total lack of moral character actually indicates that those kids are in danger. Character and belief are deeply connected and Harbour believes it is virtuous to bluster and yell in a room full people who have covered up for “Nazis” their entire careers about how he is going to punch Nazis. “This is how freedom dies: to thunderous applause.” Those children are being brainwashed by morons.

If I ever meet David Harbour I will not punch him for harboring Nazis. I will ask him to explain himself. Repeatedly and annoyingly. With the intent of provoking him to anger so that we all get to see this coward for what he is: an action less actor. We must be civil but we MUST not be polite about evil. The Nazis hid behind politeness. Evil always butchers true civility by manipulating the kind naive intentions of others. We must use words (real words, not bluster) to fight evil. There may be dark times ahead where the forces of good must raise a gun instead of a pen or microphone again but that time has not yet come in the United States. We must listen to MLK jr and practice radical forgiveness and aggressive non violent resistance against all this nonsense.

Celebrities want to talk big while their careers are built upon the skulls of babies and the lives of the molested. This is evil. This is truly outrageous!

And the truth is that there is plenty of outrage over this lunacy and it comes from right here:


This is where God’s outrage is most clear because this is where his love is most clear and the opposite of love is not hate. The opposite of love is apathy. Hate and love are the same attitude in a perfect soul because you can only hate something if you first love it. Only valuable things are worthy to be hated! I hate David Harbour. I want to fight his brand of bullshit wherever I find it. But I won’t fight it with the stupidity that he wants to fight with. I want to offer him and all the other “Nazi” sympathizers forgiveness. And promise them that if I ever have the chance to annoy them in person I certainly will. I forgive them, I remove my hate, but I do not remove their accountability.

I resist their “intimate truths” with actual truths. I resist their “alternative facts” with facts. I resist their “false bravado” with the humble confidence of Horton: a person’s a person no matter how small. I don’t care how many women march for infanticide it’s still infanticide.

The world has always been crazy, the left is just showing us their true face right now. But it matters not, amidst all this craziness there is a Harbor we can find protection in:

“Out of the night that covers me black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank the God of the tree for my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of providence  my head is bloody and bowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the Horror of the shade and yet the menace of the years finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll Yeshua is master of my fate and the Messiah of my soul.”

A short poem about Christmas 

A short poem about Christmas 

Yggdrasil: The Winter Soldier

The cold bites

Then soul fights

The seasons come and go

The pain of loss

Then falling dross

The seasons come and go

The sun shines

Then ties unbind 

The seasons come and go

All other leaves fall

Yet the gallows stand tall

Regardless of season or snow

Evils still smolder

And slowly grow bolder

But the one the gallows know

Burns much colder

This winter soldier

The one the gallows know

Has crossed the bifrost

To pay our cost

Now the gallows we shall never know

It’s okay if this poem doesn’t make sense to you. It’s full of very specific references and even those references are intentionally overlapped. I’m going to post a line by line explanation soon.

The image seen on this post is the same image that headlines my blog and it is titled Yggdrasil. That old Norse word literally means: the awesome one’s gallows.