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“History repeats itself” maxim left on the shelf
No need for stealth just heft of greed for wealth
No mystery the majority indeed bereft in ill health
Impropriety & notoriety prism creates a schism
Entirety debunked by a flunked junk catechism
Society sobriety shrunk by punch drunk fascism
Train wreck of tech titans us brassic just terrorism
Insane vortex vexes our cortexes classic botulism
Tyrannosaurus rex in vain Jurassic park tourism
Anxiety rapacious due to mendacious barbarism
Fiefdoms harbinger of doom & noxious nepotism
Not a hunch us all sunk crunch time for exorcism
Evangelist narcissist mist does persist the gist
Not a balm or spreading alms just a call to arms
In true fashion religion does ration compassion
America in flux the crux once more is Klu Klux
Ice trucks of vice blunder shoot lame ducks
Plunder and cast asunder all about the bucks
Prioritise unity of community blunts vicious stunts
Demonise pernicious lies and their power blunts
Criticise avaricious demise that liberalism shunts
Scores of grunts from EU being treated like runts
Learn fast the answers are in the past Europe hunts
History bores are right don’t fight wars on 2 fronts
the end nears with Jesus and witches
let us hope there are no more glitches
little baby wears a mask in the manger
conceived socially distant without danger
no Golgotha crowd but liked tweeted clips
zoom calls for blurring out the Lords hips
immaculate censorship under lockdown
Amazon send the Saviour a virtual crown
due to panic buying there is no shortfall
of hygienic wipes for disinfecting our wall
by divine fortune rusty nails are also on offer
only the blood of Christ is scarce to proffer
Netflix shows reruns of a sound-bitten tale
a broker insists Christmas must be for sale
Wall Street continues with arms as a treasure
delivers lost lives and legs for good measure
conspiracy theorists say the Messiah was real
Wikileaks concurs but is brought to heel
by purveyors of halos spiked rosaries and zeal
as smoke cries for free ashes for dispersal
on graves boneyards and rotten rehearsal
a cat pees on the tree and needs to be spayed
Sigmund Freud calls for complex castration
of subconscious death wishes and propagation
in need for seeds to be neutered for creation
reality caves in and we must remove the stone
together we’re united Sisyphus is never alone
video calls remind us that the virus lives on
crosses borders without passports to and from
no visa required no customs only free trade
for hypocrisy bigotry Egos not easily slayed
what I would give for rewinding the legend
and attend carol singing and school’s pageant
in person not be stuck with oversized meals
walk freely to food banks attempting to heal
falsity ingratitude injustice entitlement schism
the infant itself may not be above criticism
but glitter and presents wrapped in blindness
are no substitute for love and true kindness
compassion does not require an opulent mall
no masses no pining nor spruce ever so tall
It’s time for reflection faith reason emotion
not notional piety and once yearly devotion
for Christ’s sake let’s stop moaning and start
to share from a warm and good-natured heart
24th December 2020
As time defined by gravitation
The distance, orbits and rotation
Image subjects to deformation
In electronic plasma this
Because in terms of information
Which isn't sense of orientation
Observed degree of degradation
Is great concern of project DIS
Defense Initiative Strategic
Atomic clock you studpid eejits
Atomic clock vs vibration
The round clock, double negation
The path of your unification
The competently intercepts
Nocturnal life
Parts units measures
Product production and induction
At system where evolution
Shall registered appear as such
That value of all those people
Appears precious not so much
Decision of whats wrong whats right
Prerogative of not so bright
Shall either what produce the weapon
If the stochastic mechanism
Of all to units is the schism
What will be feeding their delusion
What proves the life of the illusion
As all of them want equal rights
What each of them against what fights
Where logic and the sound judgement
May not be factor unifying
What is the consequence then THUS
Their minds defying
In assessments
Thus
Assass investments
As data unit parent child
Proves human really is no file
Perhaps no father son and I
With system such you better die
socialism communism fascism despotism
buddhism catholicism hinduism zoroastrianism
territorialism colonialism imperialism expansionism
positivism relativism behaviorism existentialism
adventurism escapism negativism nihilism
puritanism fanaticism extremism terrorism
sexism chauvinism ultra-nationalism jingoism
hedonism epicureanism ~ stoicism asceticism
patriotism heroism altruism idealism
activism idealism individualism exceptionalism
atheism deism monotheism paganism
optimism pessimism cynicism romanticism
atheism secularism humanism utopianism
hypnotism mysticism exorcism surrealism
~ and what if there were a schism in each and every 'ism!'
"*Oui, the winner, American Beauty,"
yet hail these 'Windflowers' Anemones,
flourished yon 'Down Under', 'Aussiszlanders,
indeed a showstopper for bystanders
of all but Europe, Turks, then South due East.
Breed buttercup, yet, some toxic; no feast,
bold capped to stop at bowls use; bowels feared,
not ground hugger, but mid-road, four feet cleared.
Eye catchers, nose losers; scent attracts foes,
begs Ruth from deer, rabbits ... cuts Atropos,
relevant, floral events, vast numbers,
eyes lacking, vainglory lapping ... wonders.
Attract bees, butterflies, and egotism,
flowers have that novel effect on schism.
Sweet Akunna of the forbidden caste,
with breast erect and succulent to taste.
She has marble eyes that blossom by day,
and ivory teeth worth a millennium's pay.
Her rare curves dangle to her feet's rhythm,
for the gaze of rivals deep in schism.
Her moist lips have their natural redness,
as bright in colour as a crimson dress.
Her body's landscape is soft with fragrance
of love and sweetness in sheer abundance.
She has long, smooth and fine pillars for legs,
for which every man dreams daily and begs.
In rejection she rules the rain forest
as the queen of misfits, but still the best.
An outcast with beauty that subjugates
all free born women yearning at the gates
of the gods for such unique endowments
which are natural without ornaments.
Atheism is a schism
Defined by naturalism
If that’s the case
You may as well erase
And deny supernaturalism
But that's sedentary
Miracles are extraordinary,
That’s not an argument against them
Into the horns of a dilemma your hemmed
Without omniscience,
you must appeal to ubiquity
But it’s not that easy
You can’t just redefine things or deny things
(With these onion rings I thee wed
I say I hate onions, so do I just pretend
There’s no existence for all onion rings?)
The impossibility of the contrary
comes over hill and dale
Christianity is not a fairytale,
or an airy flail
All other worldviews fail
False gods, and self-deception curtailed
So, what has crept in?
What have you let in?
We must take all thoughts captive
To The One and Only Captain
The Reason for reason
So, look through the spectacles of Scripture
Let the Holy Spirit surround you as a cincture
This ubiquitous view
Presented (to the saints) that's me and you
To this conclusion (through human reason)
you did not picture
It’s a revelation from God
Swift are the feet with the Gospel shod
A commission to you and I
That came down from the Face of the sky
To where we all trod
Every tribe, tongue and nation (and borough)
To the Greek and the Jew here below
Jesus making us whole again
Washing us in His blood, all men
The blood making us whiter than snow
Looking through rose-colored glasses
Is adequate if you are the blinded masses
Seeing things through
An autonomous view
An argument succumbed to,
surmounted slower than molasses
Summatim in/de poetica:
(So faith and reason do not have to part
Like the stunted philosophy of Rene Descarte
And do not assume like David Hume,
or be in want like Immanuel Kant
Be more like Augustine,
who said "credo ut intelligam"
"I believe in order to understand)
They hated Nixon for being too formal
though he made relations with China normal
They hated Ford for pardoning Nixon
though his own future he was risking
They hated Carter for his toothy smile
though for M-E peace he went the extra mile
They hated Reagan for his patriotism
though he toppled the Berlin Wall, ending that schism
They hated George Bush Sr. for his oil wells
though they cheered him when Saddam fell
They hated Clinton for his sexual escapades
though they let him off the hook anyway
They hated Bush Jr. for his principled stands
though he took down the evil Taliban
They hated Obama for his constant preaching
And they hate Trump for Constitutional 'overreaching'
I hope Joe Biden is ready to be hated
For as the next President that's what fated
How do you know what you know?
You know by stubbing your toe
Induction principle
Back to the future go
It’s epistemological
Is it all empirical?
Is it all observable?
I’m asking how
Atheist’s count
With numbers being abstractable
The induction rule
Is a Christian tool
By stubbing my toe
Against the bedpost
It comes into view
By stubbing your toe
Extrapolate, tow
The past is not material
In motion, or emotional
It’s not biological
Whose brains do we use
To arrive at truth?
No matter how hard you strive
Atheism’s a lie
Given an internal sleuth
We move from the toe that’s shod
To the toothpaste proof of God
Is insistence matter or motion?
This only causes commotion
To insist that you can live like a god
To persist that is false
It's to stumble instead of waltz
Yeah, there’s a dichotomy
And it’s a lobotomy
Reasoning becomes schmaltz
It’s tautological schism
An unreasonable prison
To assume atheism at all
Isn’t reasonable
He exists and that’s not fideism
Jesus the reason for reason
The fool only causes commotion
In everything you contemplate
Even Pyrrho and Descartes can’t help you escape
Because doubting isn’t matter or in motion
So don't assume like Hume
Or become a skeptic, that's hectic
So how do you know?
Thank God for me stubbing my toe
Points Above and Below the Line
(Enea Canonises Catherine of Siena)
It's not a thing we go for any more,
that hierarchy malarkey, but in fact
the medieval mind set mega store
by stairs and ladders. All things interact,
and therefore can be neatly classified.
(There's endless fun in drawing up these lists!)
The lowest rung is "is", all pride aside:
a rock is "est", because it just exists.
Your jellyfish can breathe and reproduce,
so up we go: it wins a badge named "vivit".
An antelope can feel, get scared, hang loose,
so "sentit" is the title we can give it.
So living, then, is better than existing,
and feeling better still. Take Esther Blodgett.
She's capable of pouting, outing, twisting --
so humans come out tops again, with "cogit".
So all these so's, I hear you say: so what?
Well, what if humans almost reach "divine"?
Suppose there's something Esther Blodgett's got
that takes her over life's Dividing Line?
"Sublunary" means "underneath the moon".
"Diurnal" means "divided, night and day".
(Now, please don't chafe: the point is coming soon.)
Below the line means "subject to decay".
The moon was key for medieval man,
because it marked the mortal azimuth --
Above, eternal, there since time began:
below, corrupt, unwholesome, marked for death.
And now we come to Pius, making saints.
There's Catherine of Siena, looking flirty:
They must have used an awesome box of paints -
The chick had been a corpse since thirteen-thirty.
Above, the Pope, the Cardinals and Kate.
Below, the groundlings watching it go down.
Above, all spirit, high, inviolate:
below, all bulging groin and earthy brown.
If Kate was Sienese, that's nepotism?
Why ain't he canonizing Capistrano?
It's all to do with black and brown and schism.
Dominicans are gold, the others guano.
Franciscans are Heart,
Dominicans are Brain.
Franciscans use Love,
Dominicans use Pain.
Franciscans are Italy,
Dominicans are Spain.