Success can be won by
Talent and timing, or sheer presumption,
But Righteousness is acquired in the
Unseen range of options
Where no bravos exist.
The world may recognize the
One who rises,
Yet virtue belongs to the one
Who refuses to rise by stepping
On anyone else.
Success proves you reached
The top.
It never proves you deserved the climb
So you have to accept someone else’s concerns
If you still care to go abroad
Are you corrupt, do you get the returns
Do you hide them as an experienced fraud
What they call a survey is an interrogation
There is no presumption of innocence
You are pledged guilty because your nation
Is all badly spoken which shortens the chance
To get anywhere you would want to fly
Because you, and not somebody else, just you
Must stop the war, so they'll decide
If you’re worthy to taste their national stew
Isn’t it quieter to take a bus ride
At home, with no worries about bank statements
About who are your parents, dead or alive
The driver won’t bother about their status
None of that humiliation is guaranteed
But isn’t it too clever that people get stressed
For intention to travel abroad, when they need
Just a fortnight break for a much deserved rest?
If innocence presumption
Prohibits the assumption
Then Federal Intelligence
Provides the Introduction
Enforced with the propulsion
That dealing with corruption
Has factors of the that
That innocence presumption
To Justice the obstruction
The object does determine
As guilty hypocrite
On level definitions
Concerned with composite
And thus investigation
Of the administration
For damage to the judgement
Occurs this fine INIT
CON,
the CONSOLIDATION!
Fed,
BURRO.
Information.
No longer Bible does appear
The guarantee of truth
In court
No longer the presumption works
As guilty they're fact
No longer Jury can decide
I am off the Law Enforcement
For the Computation
Of the Military Pact
The Hitler broke the Diplomatic the Convention
Your tactical is tact
Your focal point
Do concentrate
You must be targeting your fire
Horizons your event
What's your intention's the desire?
You might be doing firearms for sport
But not for the collection of your arsenal
Civilian Defense?
Why selling rifles the assault
So freely as they are specific instruments of mine
There is military, there is civil sports
There are the rules of safety handling arms and fire
Control your own arms today
As war of Law now works with neuroscience
Cartoons for kids today exist for business so they would be buying
The 1st Commandment of Eternal God is I am the Divine Lord your Eternal God
You will not have strange gods before Me
By the 1st Commandment we are commanded to offer God alone the supreme worship that is due to Him
We worship Eternal God by acts of Faith, Hope and Charity
And adoring Him and praying to Him
A Catholic Christian sins against faith by not believing what Eternal God has revealed
And by taking art in non-Catholic worship
The sins against hope are presumption and despair
The chief sins against charity are hatred of Eternal God and of our neighbor
Envy
Sloth or laziness
Or scandal
Charity means love
Hatred is against love
Envy is being displeased at another’s success
Sloth is laziness
Scandal is bad example
We can’t make
all the bad things
good
Just knowing
all that didn’t
should
We can’t wish
what stays real
away
Or lie
to keep the truth
at bay
Yesterday
today
tomorrow yield
The leavened
‘Word’
forever sealed
Ad infinitum
minus
one
Salvation’s
path
— is zero sum
(Sister Marcella: 8th Grade Religion Class, 1962)
BABEL
It was a tower, built to avoid a second flood
Erected in Babylonia, that Nimrod planned
Using bricks made from sun-hardened mud
It was to deny the power of God’s own hand
But to a proud people it made so much sense
A famous tall building that appeared so grand
But the presumption caused God great offence
So made many languages that few understood
Such that no communication made them tense
A punishment inflicted on all as only God could
So peoples now couldn’t understand each other
As their reach for heaven was not seen as good
Dispersed nations and a new obedient priesthood
As in time, all may even repent, as they should
memory imagery
both boon and bane
as on one hand wisdom
and on the other, presumption
thus we release imagined knowing
and rest peacefully in the vibrant now
As the sun sinks past a white picket fence,
still, toils an ingrained meaning all had sworn,
past distinct dead plus dying, still, naught sense,
prostrate souls taxes, lain of blood-stained worn.
Behind atoned stones built by measured hands,
preserves naught abandoned lead their resolve,
strengthen the talents, challenge tyrant stands,
conquered presumption masque as they evolve.
Since childhood days, artlessness goes caprice,
it sparked this wayward inaneness they craved,
grip naught like festering mid-shadowed peace,
tarnished stoked o'er wars honor of the brave.
Life's freedom o'er all harmless they bestowed,
absent of pride -- gave their lives ... those they owed.
There is no sin but ignorance. (Christopher Marlowe)
Sin is the failure of an imperfectly made being to keep a perfect law. (Matthew Pearl-"The Dante Club")
ASSUMPTION:
Sin does not exist
Until or unless
It is publicized.
PRESUMPTION:
Public scandal
Is what makes
A sinful act offensive.
QUESTION:
Is sin in silence
Still a sin?
DISCOURSE:
There was a time
When virtue was its own reward,
But, over the course
Of human interaction,
That concept seems to have
Acquired a variety
Of different interpretations,
As well as to have suffered
A noticeable decrease in value
As well as in popularity.
To sin is still,
And always will be,
A human prerogative,
But to keep it a secret,
Nowadays,
Is practically impossible.
CONCLUSION:
At all levels of society,
Too many have learned,
Too well,
The art of removing scruples,
The science of loosening the bonds
Of human conscience,
And have convinced themselves
That sin in silence
Is not a sin at all.
Would you prefer to be viewed as a loser?
How would you be able to manage this bowed head?
Shoulders that are hanging and abuser.
My incessant wailing had left me dread.
Is my presumption starting to irritate?
Do you approach yourself with deference?
I chuckled the same as I was perched on a gold plant.
I went on an expedition for my task reverence.
Regardless of whether you toss me, I'll coast.
Endeavor not to look or chat on a quiet note.
Do you doubt my suitability?
Isn't it abnormal that it begins abruptly?
My feelings are an ocean in my moods.
No additional dreams or hopeless feuds.
Written: September 30, 2021
I presume your name is Bill,
And you love over yonder hill.
Your presumption is wrong
My name is Anna May Wong
The first Chinese actress of long ago
Before you were born so the answers No
I am not Bill from yonder hill
And I assume you know it true
I find you very pompous I don't like people such as you
The daddy comes down the stairs.
So what were you guys talking about?
He is five
Thinks he is on the same level as every person on the planet
I marvel at his presumption
We would have never thought to interrogate adults
About their conversation
in the olden days
when we were kids
we might have been tossed out of the covered wagon on our rear
Endurance upon the page
Edited with audacity
May these words persevere
To catch the right complacency
Written with courage
Erased with fierce endurance
May these words come to me
Fortified by my assurance
It is daring, to say the least
Like cool, calm heroism
May these words be my virtue
Extraordinary prowess in a prism
This here is my backbone
A skeleton of determination
May these words I share remain
Brazen-gold without citation
Written with full tenacity
Combining letters with gumption
These words are from me
To you, regardless of presumption
He Left Me in 1984
David J Walker
He left me everything he had
unique
the way that fathers
Never seem to say
Exactly what they mean like
I love you
He left me with my slice of
The sense of guilt
Between a father and a son
Things not said
Things left undone
At best, assumption and
Hopeful presumption
He left me absorbed in
The grief of vague questions
An empty bank of faith
Of long-held belief
Replaced with wraith
memories
He left me letters I still read
As If I am still far away
in uniform
Hungry for news of the day
From home
Hoping to get there soon
Praying it won’t be long
He left me at the end of a
Phone call
Asking if I could come and
See him
One more time again
Soon I said
God Bless you and your family
He replied
The last words between us
Before he died
He left me in 1984
I was 30
He was 74
I wanted more
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