The Disadvantage of Seeing

“In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King”
Or so the proverb goes
But honesty in prose
Requires a different linguistic string

The one-eyed man in the land of the blind
Is the target of hate and spite
“Why should he have an eye to see
When all others have no sight?”

King, he may be, but uneasy rests the crown
And careful he should be in guarding his eye
As envy plots to pluck it out
In order to bring him down

The one-eyed man may be King
But not without the cost
Of all resolving to blind him also
To see him finally tossed

“We will have no eyes, in this Kingdom”
Shouts the rabble crowd
‘If we can’t see, no one will
No seeing shall be allowed.”

And so the one-eyed man better act as blind
If he desires to keep his vision
Les’t seeing and warning of the cliff ahead
Earns him an optical excision

History teaches that those who see
As living among the blind
Serve seldom as the respected King
But as outcast and maligned

Hotel Escondido

With Apologies to “The Eagles”

Off an Ocean sprayed highway, sea salt wind in my hair
Must smell of academy, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw the the absence of light 
My mind grew heavy and my sight went dim
I had to stop for the night

There they stood in the doorway;
Of their two Kingdom place
And I was thinking to myself
Was the Mosaic merit or was the Mosaic grace?
Then they took up their lecterns and they told me the way
There were voices from the corridors,
I thought I heard them say …

Welcome to Escondido California
Where Natural law’s place (Natural Law’s place)
Is in the left hand space (In the left hand space)
Plenty of room at Escondido California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
We’ll take your money here (Take your money here)

Their minds are hermeneutically twisted, they got the dualism bends
They’ve trained a lot of pretty, preacher boys whose thinking now ends
How they spin in the classroom, with exegetical dragnet
Some spin to remember, some spin to forget

So I called up the Porter
‘Please bring third law-wine’
He said, ‘We haven’t had that spirit here since Dr. Meredith Kline’
Still Reformed voices are calling regarding your stay
Wake you up in middle of the night
Saying, “Get far away!”

Welcome to Escondido California
Where Natural law’s place (Natural Law’s place)
Is in the left hand space (In the left hand space)
They’re changing it all at Escondido California
Now theocracy (Now Theocracy)
Is no more you see

Razors in their speaking
With Intrusion Ethic device
And they said ‘We are all just radicals here, giving well-paid advice’
And in the torture chambers,
They declare Mosaic Fatah
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill God’s Law

Last thing I remember, I was
Countering their lore
I had to turn their worldview back
To the Calvin it was before
‘Relax,’ said the ordained man,
‘We are programmed to deceive.
You can argue anything you like
But we will never believe!’

We’re All Hindus Now

“I believe in Kingdom come
When all the colors bleed into one”
Said the Hindu to Dr. Numb
“No Hutu no Brits, no Dutchie, no Hun
Nirvana is the place, where distinction is undone”

Said Dr. Numb to the Hindu Lord
“This doctrine we’ve absorbed
In our Churches, it’s our Host lifted and adored
We’ve teased it out full-orbed
With threatened loss of status, it never goes ignored.”

“No Distinction as to race
No distinction as to role
It is the work of Divine grace
Its essence and its goal
To quench individual identity in the Oversoul

No Distinction as to Genders
Neither Distinction found in marriage
Disputers and contenders
We thoroughly disparage
Ostracizing them so they are a societal miscarriage”

Teacher sleeps with student
No Distinction as to age
No Distinction as to prudent
No distinguishing now fool from sage
Bleeding into one is all the cultural zeitgeist rage

No Distinction as to True
So, fake News from our Broadcasters
Anyway, it’s all just your view
No “saith the Lord” from the Pastors
And our Boy’s clubs are now governed by sodomite Scout-Masters

It’s Christian Hindu world now
The colors keep bleeding into one
We’ve embraced our eternal Tao
It’s confusing but its fun
No one will ever again be convicted of civilizational highbrow

The Sovereign God

The flower’s dress, the Sparrow’s nest
The tickling breeze, the snow like wool
Whether a man becomes wise or fool
The King’s heart as God’s work and tool
In each, the Sovereign God is manifest

The chafing drought, the flood that rages
The child born either whole or broken
The word that’s used before it’s spoken
Each is only instance or token
Of a God who rules through all the ages

So let the wicked Oligarchs all conspire
Let them plan to make God’s elect their slaves
To drone us all into pre-planned graves
Our sovereign King destroys and saves
And He shall have His each desire

Independence Day 2016

Our Military is now spelled L – G – B – Q – T
Our soldiers don’t know whether to sit or stand to pee
Never mind all that … it’s Independence Day
Time to celebrate our “Freedom” in the gay ole USA

They charge a fee to suck out the baby parts
Then they charge a fee for harvested baby hearts
They make a profit coming and going at the American abortion mill
But none of that is important boys, cuz Independence is a thrill

So, it’s Hey Ho a Derrio, the surreal has found a place
The flag’s draped upon the Cross in the Church’s Holy Space
The Vet is now the Church’s newly worshiped Saint
Honored for driving Humvees that turned children into paint

Independence day is a day when we are in a celebratory fickle
Never mind Dresden, and Hiroshima as Nuclear pop sickle
You have to realize it all had to be done
Without it where would be the Independence fun?

Did Ike kill a million unarmed Krauts fencing them in camps?
Did Allied soldiers rape a harvest of unwilling German “tramps”?
Did ole FDR conspire with Uncle Joe to make Eastern Europe pay?
What the hell does it matter son … It’s Independence Day?

So, it’s Hey Ho a Derrio, the surreal has found a place
The flag’s draped upon the Cross in the Church’s Holy Space
The Vet is now the Church’s newly worshiped and feted Saint
Honored for driving Humvees that turned children into paint

Strike up the Band and pass more of that yummy potato salad
Let’s hear another legend in our great American ballads
Tell the one about Sherman’s great march to the sea
When rape and pillage and starvation was the price for being free

I especially like the one where women and children were returned
In operation Keel Haul so that they could be executed and burned
Don’t forget the Yankee prisons where due process was a joke
After all, if you want to make an omelette you gotta break some yolks.

So, it’s Hey Ho a Derrio, the surreal has found a place
The flag’s draped upon the Cross in the Church’s Holy Space
The Vet is now the Church’s newly worshiped and feted Saint
Honored for driving Humvees that turned children into paint