Long Skewing Poems
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Hot winds sweep over desert floor
on a dry lake, at Death Valley’s door
I walk the salty, white washed sand
feeling small in this searing land.
Herein lies Bad Water, hot and disheveled
a barren wilderness below sea level
near Furnace Creek, home of the devil.
Pioneers mined silver in this place
every breath, survival; after death, erased.
Dystopian shapes ripple and rise
skewing reality, hallucinatory surprise
caught within desert’s blistering heat
blurring the mountains in retreat.
I feel a crackling in my bones
I can hear past cries and moans
stark air penetrates my very being
my skin bakes in sun scorched steam.
Horizon spirit reigns from on high
breathing life into vast blue skies
cumulus clouds stand dominant and varied
now they turn stormy, dark and wary.
Layers of sand dunes rise like stiles
tall pyramids expand for miles
moving and drifting in waves and spires
lizards retreat from heat and exhale fire.
I leave my footprints on the dunes
passing sagebrush at high noon
shrinking shrubs will soon dry out
tumbleweeds will fly about
then blow away, just like me
into oblivion and feeling free.
Masters of theft
Morally retarded
With devious stealing methods
For people, today they steal
From them, tomorrow they steal
Skewing the popular concept of morality
The execuTHIEVES among rodents
Leading players in series of shocking scandals
With gross misconducts running the gamut of vices
Devious financial dealings and embezzlements
Shall I compare thee to rats?
The societal rats in human clothing
Faithless shipmates, residents of trash heaps.
Even candidates for public offices
Stripped grain warehouses
Eaten entire field of tomatoes
And other vegetables
Waves of tree climbing rats
Have stormed orange groves
And devoured the fruit
Roof rats have descended after the dark
To nip at sleeping children and adults
The then 'holy' one,
So easily stoop to thievery.
Wallowing in wanton moral filths
Manifestoes are less important
You only appear to take a satanic
And moronic relish in splashing thy vulgarities
Into the face of the public
Unless thou anchor thy knowledge to moral foundation,
The ultimate result will be dust and ashes.
Dust and ashes that will bury the hopes
And monuments of men beyond recovery
INEVITABILITY AND MORAL RELATIVITY
They say war is inevitable, and will always, with us, be;
But this audacious, mendacious attitude is not for you and me:-
Dropping Satanic murderous bombs on babes can’t germinate peace;
Such Sodomon and Germoria demonic skewing must now cease:-
What we must ensure to be inevitably true, is the falling eggs of peace
from above;
Dropping and bursting all over the earth below as they are released
from God's dove:-
Time is coming when mankind here on this weary earth will soon face
true inevitability,
And will then realize the consuming digestive neutralization of mendacious
moral relativity:-
Beneath a callused skin of light
the hunched and mustered
clap a prayer between a leaking sight.
It is the earth that mourns itself,
whether baldly thrown or loamy laid
the silent soil repaints its sullied shrouds
far beyond any atoning sorrow,
or cooling heart.
It is none but a laboring pity
to lay down the past
as deep as a weeping sky allows
or raise a hand only to tamp down
a new-turned mound.
Restless are the skewing worms
ever churning a blood-born mud,
eyeless they cover the once begotten,
cloak a hard pressed present and loss.
as the missing
deafly retreat beyond our ken.
Hear now the trilling birds,
how they far-fling their buoyant hymns,
see how they hop between their own bones.
Imagine that someone wants to argue against the existence of air
All the while breathing in air
The Catholics have the Mitered Buffoon
They say Protestants have the “Paper Pope” too
Immanuel Kant said you can’t bring the noumenal and phenomenal together
And it was for duty’s sake that we honor God, or whether
Rene Descartes says I doubt therefore I must exist to do the doubting
Akin to intellectual touting
Friedrich Nietzsche said we can’t give up God because we believe in
laws of grammar
God’s anvil has exhausted many a hammer
David Hume came to skepticism over the induction principle
Bertrand Russell said the same thing
Only Cornelius Van Til could say that the unbeliever is like a child
sitting on his father’s lap
Can reach up and slap his father’s face
It is by God’s common grace that the unbeliever
can sit on God’s lap reach up and infantilely slap His face
The intellectual picture and metaphor
Is in Christ who died for a Whore
Heraclitus and Zeno can consider points in a stream not the same in time
Or arrows that have antecedent range each and every time
Copernicus and Kepler (even Aristarchus) are skewing heliocentricity
Why wasn’t Ptolemy or Lucretius given verticity
All today’s G.O.A.T.’s can buy their fame
They won’t walk with the sheep on the last day
John Lennon said it out loud imagine there’s no heaven
We can equally posit imagine there is no Lennon
The Auburn Affirmation could only deny Christ’s deity
Jean Paul Sartre could only collar the Holy Spirit and throw Him out
Wittgenstein could only show disgust in the ubiquity of God’s judgment
on him
Unless they were breathing God’s air
And it’s the battling against the Holy Spirit’s work that is the unforgivable sin
Matthew asked this author
“How can you hate someone you don’t believe in?”