The last Tobacco Poem

I wrote this last tobacco poem while drinking coffee. I apologize to anyone I offend.

I'll tug my hair and gnash my teeth, before I get this last poem out,
For lovely muse, you betrayeth me, so tobaccos lost its very shout.

My friends they wag their finger at me, a poem to demand another,
For this is the way of the normative creed, this how they treat a brother.

I do not complain, their request is just; but buckle down I must?
Though this is the only way I see, otherwise my writing would rust.

Get some ideas, have thought and connect tobacco to it all.
Politics, theology, ethics, astrology; speak proudly of Sir Walter Rawl.

Though now I have grown a custom to nothing, putting the practice aside,
How shall I remember to write of anything, as tobacco was the only guide.

So now I wake in the morning, seeing it is now no time for a pipe,
I ponder what shall I take, affecting my day to make the fruit ripe.

A cup of mud water! how could I forget to drink the a.m. strong,
For if it got me writing this poem, how could you consider it wrong?

But, Tobacco I do not speak you ill, and plan to have you replenishing my stock,
Though, finding there is others that stimulate my mind, should not come as a shock.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

Evan Gunn Wilson's Bottom Ten!

This list is dedicated to those inane things in life that I feel antagonist towards. It was made on the spot.

10. Getting the seat belt caught in the door.

9. The inattentiveness to the art of conversation and debate.

8. Corrective nerds; these people take away all the magic left in Star Wars, Lord of the Rings and Star Trek by reminding you of a misconception adopted by society.

7. When people pressure you to try a food and you are fairly certain you will dislike it. Yes, I know you just want to improve the quality of my life but if you could take my no as no that would also improve the quality of my life.

6. Watery ketchup.

5. Making fun of the easily made fun of. Shall we develop a higher brow of humor by skipping over the Justin Beibers of this world? Yes.

4. Assuming that since McDonalds and Taco Bell don't serve actual food, that it tastes bad as well. Get over yourselves.

3. Comments that go , "haha." How am I supposed to interpret that?

2. Pretending you are above arguing politics. You are actually just scared you are wrong.

1. Bulverisms.

He Runs Away . . .Or Does He?

Yes. Yes, he does.

I hereby declare my resignation from the Creed v. Gunn fantastic debate of brilliant poetry and ruthless slanders on the account of my so clearly having lost to a better satirical poet, at least.

And so here's to you Mr. Creed D. Thie,
You're poor benighted student,
But a first class writin' man.

"Gunn, you can't drop out now!", cried the women who have a thing for the bad boy. "Fear not", Gunn said, "For this will surly make Creed's head swell to the point of exploding. Which, of course, would make him dead and I would (lucky for the ladies) remain alive." "Gunn you are brilliant!" exclaimed Angelina Jolie.

Creed overheard this when he was spying on Gunn to obtain material. He shook his fist with his right hand and wrote with his left a haiku (for with his left hand a haiku was all he could manage).

This is a true account.

Anyway, some might say that either, I was holding my own well enough to stay and fight, or it was good fun to see us abuse each other. Though, I have already made a bad decision in starting the fight, for when a poet insults another that insult will end up history text books, and so I will be remembered as that guy from 2010 A.D. who is a rebel monarchist, no matter how incorrect Creed is in saying this. They are the lies of poets. But, regardless, I have had nightmares about this and now it is my reality.

All the while a reminder is needed. We know Creed is the better satirical poet and we have been successful it our encouragements to get Creed to write more often and post on his blog. You insult him, he'll insult you eloquently and painfully. The question is: what is our motive for writing literature and/or poetry? Is it to create beauty in complexity or to smite our opponent with big words and round about classical allusions. I had been desiring to smash Creed's belief's face in the wall and rub dirt in it. I wish I hadn't because I probably would have written better poetry. Shall we abide by the original intent to write? Yes.

And I quote Mr. John Bain: Remember, all smokers are equal whilst smoking.

A Poem for Creed

The Citizen Who Thought He Was King

You may shout of ideal rights,
With police enforcement here to grow.
But have you seen a riot call fights,
They all are heathens who are born so low.
You may say you have solemn thoughts,
Creating a witness thereto fore.
When all the others are casting lots,
Of who next in power you shall abhor.
You are rippin', rollin', rantin' now,
When the masters breached their vow.
By the time your rebellion affects the mind,
A wicked soul you'll regrettably find.

Larger governments will have their poor ways,
Thus ensuing a loss of wits
But is this reason enough to say,
Licensed tantrums and kicking fits.
"The vow! The vow!", you'll cry and moan,
"Their justice shall be served!"
Though justice applies to you alone,
Your sentence made unnerved.
You are cringing, crying, crowing now,
As the masters amended the vow.
While I lay low and enjoy the attack,
Content with the smarts my leaders do lack.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

Quatrains

To War -

Promotion of Futility, it reveals true,
Not for single agent but for empire's sake.
Peaceful unions, I could not eschew,
Acquiring such takes offensive wake.

To Chivalry -

Be your own code and nothing more,
Honor the weaker sex in benevolence.
Place not around the dial, therefore,
To evade losing a lady's good presence.

The Golden Sayings of Epictetus, XI and XII

XI

The other day I had an iron lamp placed beside my household gods. I heard a noise at the door and on hastening down found my lamp carried off. I reflected that the culprit was in no very strange case. "Tomorrow, my friend," I said, "you will find an earthenware lamp; for a man can only lose what he has."

XII

The reason why I lost my lamp was that the thief was superior to me in vigilance. He paid however this price for the lamp, that in exchange for it he consented to become a thief: in exchange for it, to become faithless.

-Epictetus-

19 They made a calf in Horeb and worshiped a molten image. 20 They exchanged the glory of God for the image of an ox that eats grass. Ps. 106

The two proverbs of Epictetus seem to be speaking of a kind of manifest punishment or a judgment. He knows that no evildoer will go unpunished in either two ways.

One: A worldly manifest punishment that gives him the title of faithless or thief. For this man he has no faith in anything but in himself which quite honestly is the last person you would want to put your faith in; for can we as mortals deliver ourselves from disaster one hundred percent of the time. No. But the thief regards his acquiring a lamp, through robbing, worth sacrificing his good repute.

Two: This is his judgment he receives from God. In the first proverb Epictetus uses the phrase household gods and how he had his lamp placed beside them as though it belonged there. This thief wanted this household god (lamp) and regarded it more valuable than the actual God. This directly relates to Psalm 106. The thief made and exchange that was clearly a bad decision. It would be like trading a billion dollars for an 1886 penny. But he was so consumed by his desires that to him it was worth the trade.

You have to ask yourself, "Is the sin worth it if I will falling from the grace of God?" But this statement has the most weight if you have a correct idea of the sublime vision of God. For he is a consuming fire.

Two Stanzas For Creed

The gentleman saith, "How can you speak thus?
We and our powers have a communal trust."
The powers that be will ignore this man,
And snuff him out, the best they can.

He pushes against the wind, soon forgetting the trust,
Obey the gentleman's system, the governors shall regard.
Abiding by this, the conspirator says we must,
For this is his law unchanged: Obey until life gets hard.

By gun

A Quatrain For Creed

A man of ideas, stands for oration,
Constitutional law is his vocation.
His rebelling wrong, the battle un-won,
Power comes from the barrel of a Gunn

By gun

To My Teachers and Examples

From Marcus Aurelius I learned the value of regarding your teachers and examples; for we are called to out do one another in showing honor.

From L. Davis Wilson, My brother in blood and in Christ, I learned how to analyze the art of music. This helped me build a palate for the genre of rock; to not only hear, but to listen to the guitar riff and it's rhythmic value along with the four/four drum beat that quenchingly provides a dominance and convinces a man that music is not for the effeminate.

From Jason Schiebe I learned to not weep or wail from the loss of an argument. From him I learned that very few men will give you an inch when in debate; I have seen the uselessness of the custom to cry for failure to back up one's positions. The victor will not take it personally, so what does it matter to him if the loser does?
Also, from Mr. Schiebe I learned that one does not need a college degree to be right. All that is required is the admittance that one is a fool and an honest desire to seek and find truth.

From Graeme Stanford Wilson, My brother in blood and in Christ, I learned the value of loving the unlovable, however irritating they may be. The world is full of those who are not desired as company, and there are few I have seen in my life, as far, love those people better than he.

From my sister, Michal Wilson, I learned confidence and to not take myself so seriously.

From Josh Gibbs I learned that one does not need to hold the correct opinion to be enjoyed by friends and others.

From Al Guyer I learned humility. Self-deprecation has an affect that right after application others may quickly honor you in turn at the sight of your humility; and that with the right kind of humility leaves no room to be prideful of it.

From Jon Hill and Norm Wall I learned that a cigar or a bowl of pipe tobacco with a friend is all that is needed to maintain a relationship; and also the wonders of tobacco and how it may focus the mind away from the malicious things in the world and brings opportunity to expound on your happy state of living. A jolly reminder of our freedom from persecution in whatever we do.

From Major Rick Storm I learned that the woes of this world have nothing to do with the peace and joyful heart we may receive from Christ, our Lord.

From Mr. Wes Calihan I learned that one does not need to attend a college institution to receive a grand education.

From John Buchan I learned the difference between a bad novel and a well written novel. I have gained the desire to read the next sentence of a novel not only for the plot, but for how he says it.

From C.S. Lewis I learned that Philosophy is not made up of big words and hard concepts, but stopping for five minutes to analyze the world we live in. The satisfaction of knowing a mans action before he does it is comparable to few other satisfactions. Having an explanation for others is appreciated by those in search for truth.
I also learned from Lewis the great lengths that man will go to so that he can hold on to his precious sin. Though, there will always be a blinking red light before us saying, "You fool".

From My Grandfather, Jim Wilson, I learned the importance of practical Christianity and how often it may be overlooked by Christians.

From My Mother, Leslie Wilson, I learned the value of an ordered and governed lifestyle. The small arrangements we make in our lives contribute a significant percentage of our personal peace and a smaller percentage of peace to those around us. She communicates the value of discipline in these things and her patience in living with those who lack this virtue.

From My Father, Evan B. Wilson, I learned gallantry, the Tao of Steve, and most importantly, being a gentleman. I have been taught the grand value of being in service to your social world. The social setting does not exist for only our benefit, but exists for us to benefit others.
From My Father I learned futility and he had learned it from King Solomon. Simply there is nothing man can do to preserve anything of this world; it is all chaos and only becomes weaker the harder we try to save it.
From My Father I have learned, but not yet mastered, the art of discussion. It is a splendid experience where in a group discussion everyone is eloquent, clairvoyant and concise; and a joke is well chosen and the non sequiter is no issue to be delt with. It may be compared with a dance routine where everyone steps in the right place.
From My Father I learned that I was pretentious; for a man must first fear God and admit to being a fool before he can receive wisdom.
And Lastly, to My Father, I owe my understanding of the world. This is not to say that I am strictly of the world, but a man who lives in the world should not remain ignorant of it.

From St. Paul and the author of Hebrews I learned that we are not under the Old Covenant but the New Covenant. I learned that we are saved by grace and there is nothing I can do to earn my salvation.

From James, the servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ, I learned that faith without works is dead; for even the demons believe - and shudder.

From Jesus Christ, my Lord, Savior and God, I learned of my wickedness as a sinner. He made me aware of my pride of life and selfish desires and showing mercy towards my rebellion, cleansed me of my sins despite my being so undeserving. To Him I owe everything, though I cannot repay Him. He is my gracious and merciful God.

To all those that I have written of I say thank you with the utmost regard. I cannot imagine where I would be if I had not been taught by you.

De Morte

Man's life's a tragedy; his mother's womb
From which he enters is the tiring room;
This spacious earth the Theatre; and the Stage
That country which he lives in: Passions, rage,
Folly, and Vice are Actors; the first cry
The Prologue to the ensuing Tragedy.
The former act consisteth of dumb shows;
The second he to more perfection grows;
I'th' third he is a man and doth begin
To nurture vice, and act the deeds of sin;
I'th' fourth declines; i'th' fifth diseases clog
And trouble him; then death's his Epilogue.

By Sir Walter Ralegh