11/15/2012

Those Three Blessed

A senorita to open mine eyes,
To walk with me in the morning sunrise.
The initial shock by alarm I stressed,
All broke, her lips to mine are pressed.

Later on, my good friend comes,
And we do discuss with murmuring hums,
The way of the cosmos and all that be,
He with great answers, and I do agree.

The day is spent and what do I see?
A patriarch wrapped with medals; and he,
Tells us all that doth come to his mind,
These heady old thoughts, like a halo, shined.

To these three I dedicate this verse,
Cigarette, Pipe, and Cigar.
If you are the ones to put me in a hearse,
I'll know you were never afar.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

10/11/2012

The Poor Expensive Cigar

I, by thee unruly lied, chased the fleeing tide,
Forward far to fume the futile cigar.
Why didst so shy betrayed, I lustfully eyed,
Par was drawn, marred in the jar.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

7/28/2012

Soldier's Business

Racing from the gilded fort and never once to turn,
No repentant shout nor silent thought of valiance to burn.

And stood he by, attentive; why did he stalwart stay,
For king and country and all her glory, no mercenary pay.

Abandoned loves for greater things; business to be done,
Nor to return until he learns the general battle won.

Though a private, the least of grunt is his only name,
But by and by is honored still included in the game.

Whence came wars and fights among him; injuries and death?
But wicked lies and vile slander in every sinners breath.

And though his ruler poses good, the enemy wise the same,
The soldier serves the weaker set, devoid of all their shame.

But to his God he's faithful most since he's not god enough,
Praises Him at every whim with cig'rette's savored puff.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

7/14/2012

If God Were A Tyrant

Wast thou my only one?  My single savior?
My only child and sole most favor,
That blessed our blood with innocent eyes,
And welled our hopes with favorable lies.
Righteous lies that none may doubt,
Of which brought joy and were much about,
Living days, though pirated now,
Achieving intellect and I'd say how,
Thee did offer amusing answers,
By prophetic images, angelic dancers.
But you were taken in frightful manner,
By God waving his tyranic banner.
He built me up and gave me laughter,
Through your joys and later after,
Ript violently from my helpless hands,
Passing through the untimely sands.
He is a monster! A wretched king of pain,
While all his adorers to me have sain,
"There is a time for death, and for life."
As if these actions weren't built on strife.
Strife unjustified by all who note,
What I've recorded here by wrote.

Be off with you I need you not,
I pray your church in a grave may rot.
I need not your son, he was yours,
Otherwise, blood be spilt by this lore.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

7/03/2012

Tobacco Poetry Revisited

 Here is a half assed poem I just wrote.  Though the language is not much to speak of, I hope you enjoy the sentiment.


Who will we call when we die of smoke?
When no remedies there to fix what we broke.
Then we will feel the fresh air's choke,
Of King James the First! (a miserable moke)

That Counterblaste King of Stuart land,
Saves us all with his potentate hand.
By the time that devil Raleigh drew near,
Was James ready to strike us with fear.

'Twas that ruler that started on health,
So we can live longer in miserable wealth.
A wealth we would like to indulge ourselves in,
Only to find that these things are sin.

Call on him, and a seance conduct,
For severe lectures, the ghost instructs.
But if you wish to be comfortably old,
Join for a smoke in the unforgiving cold.

"Sir Walter Raleigh, name of worth!
How sweet for thee to know.
King James who never smoked on earth,
Is smoking down below!"

By Evan Gunn Wilson

5/30/2012

Response, The Christian Kind

It is apparent that Conservative Christian circles are losing the debate on Gay Marriage.  No, let me correct myself, it is not a loss, but rather a slaughter.  This slaughter is manifesting itself through everyday conversation between friends, the work place, the unholy spirit of the world we named the internet and most importantly in the courts.  Now you may point out that there have been wins for Conservative Christians in the courts as there was in California.  True, but one must ask whether this shall last.  The only reason gay marriage could be voted down is because it makes guys feel weird (which, I may add, is a totally legitimate reason).  So, the CCs must not pretend that there is a revival approaching; they must see that they are out of ammo as far as convincing the judges to favor them.

Their opponents (Liberals we will call them), however, are thriving with glee as they protest protests, do MTV coming out shows, declare war on bullying (which is deliciously ironic), give Dan Savage his own TV show and let transgender persons compete for Miss America.  They have bountiful victories and they aren't going to stop now.  They dominate the internet with cute memes that straw man the CCs so as to make us doubt and be ashamed of our Old Testament bigotry.  We, the intolerant see two options: 1) Move to North Idaho and remove ourselves from society and occasionally make official statements about gays going to hell to then be made fun of by the world, or 2) join the "enlightened" and make the world a better place by holding their opinions, since that will make everybody happy.  Yes, we are the ones that cave.  The war mongers and bigots are the ones that submit to the peace loving Liberals, because our post-enlightened sensibilities see it as logical, based  upon the ancient Zen like wisdom of  no-harm-no-foul.

That is their argument.  That is their template for morality.  Gay marriage will not hurt anybody.  Will Gay Marriage inflict physical harm on anybody?  Directly, no.  Indirectly, likely, but no more than an average heterosexual marriage would.  Does that make it morally sound?  That has yet to be argued by the Liberals; currently, they are just trying to make it legal for civil matters.  I believe they know that the courts do not decide morality, but the object is make us believe that they do.  Otherwise, if we ever got that philosophical ball rolling they know exactly where it would take them.  But it wont happen.  We are not a nation that concerns ourselves with what is morally right and true.  Instead we shout at our friends, family, enemies and government, "My rights!  My rights!  I deserve my rights!", never once stopping to ask whether or not we are deserving of anything.  It happens thus, and it wont ever change unless America falls like the nations have before it.  If the people are obliterated then so are the ideas they hold.

What then?  Are we CCs to pray for nuclear war?  I'll be honest that I have thought of it, but it seems too easy.  If we don't join these Liberals, then we get made fun of and wait for the slim chance of utter destruction that wont occur in our life times.  Strangely, this is the least of a CCs problems.  We, who have claimed Christ as our Lord and savior, who have passed from death to life, have different things to think about.  Though our soul has been taken care of, there is always more to be learned from Christ.  We must discover how to live as Christians in this world, and let us not say we have not received teaching.  In Matthew 10.22, Jesus tells us how we "will be hated by all for his name's sake".  He tells us how "they will persecute you in one town" and to "flee to the next".  Jesus saw this coming.  He knows us and them very well.  So basically this treatment we receive now is in our job description.  We shall not be surprised, appalled or indignant.  We should expect persecution, for the pagans grow greater and greater in numbers everyday.  This is routine just as war, famine, genocide and peace are routine.  From the moment two people are created they immediately gain different opinions acquired by their perspectives, and almost just as soon they think themselves right and the other wrong.  This is the nature and the way of the beast; the beast that shall be named the Pride of Life.

Frankly, Conservative Christians have wasted time being all too conservative and not enough Christian.  We have landed in a rut thinking that if we control the White House then we control the minds of the people, as if rebellion and revolution never occurs against a righteous ruler.  We have played the world's game with the world's rules and inevitably we lose under the world's definitions.  We have nurtured our own Pride of Life and attempted to appeal to the masses with our social return to the law and tragically the dirt has been rubbed in our face.  So, we ask, "What are we to do?"  Is it despair from here on out?  It does not have to be.  We are instructed to be joyful in all persecution, whether the sting is physical, mental or emotional we must have joy.  Death, because of Christ, has lost it's sting and we have nothing left to fear but our imminent God, the one to whom we owe all we have, and made of ourselves.  The joy has tactical use as well.  If we are joyful we can be loving.  If we are loving our enemies we are "heaping burning coals on their heads".

To wind this down a little bit, personally, I see gay marriage legal in at least some states if not many, and we can expect many other perverse behaviors being declared legal by the state and moral by the people.  Gird your loins because this will get weird.  Use that weird feeling and vote against it.  Don't cave to it, and don't be a Westboro Baptist.  Be joyful.  Though I do not know if the end of the world is nigh, I do know the end of YOUR world is nigh.  Use your timely wisely.  Do not be a fool.  Be a servant of Christ.

4/23/2012

Idol Worship

Awake!  Awake you piece and be,
My root to stand nobly!
My creation you shall be my god,
So I forever give you laud.

I give give you laud so I may be blest,
Since other gods and all the rest,
Demand of me my rightful time,
To do their will, be rid of mine.

So I made you in the image of me,
To tackle life presumptuously.
Be my benefactor and convenient grace,
Granted you will me embrace.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

3/22/2012

The Philosopher's Error

It is for the love of wisdom that sets you right,
And all her fruits that exhibit might.
She's a desirous maid for those of the North,
While southern fools bring excuses forth.
Those animals: They indulge their deepest pleasure,
Pontificating that it is the medium measure.
"It is our nature!" the sly ones say,
And the initial moments they might be gay.
But guilt creeps in by the day's end,
So all that is left are the shells of men .
They dash towards ruin, they dash their minds;
The unholy marriage, the pleasurable kind.
But us: Oh me, I have not lost my way,
For the next logical step leads no one astray.
Join me where all have read and have written,
The problem of pain where one might be bitten.
I am sufficient because I have made myself thus,
Not given to emotion or the passions of lust!
I have ascended to where all men have sought,
But I can't help but think of the grave where I'll rot.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

2/16/2012

Another Conversation Betwixt God and the Soul

Soul

Forgive me LORD that I had not seen,
That with my service I had been so mean.
To chase my passions grotesque by flesh,
I reasoned that I was right and blessed.

God

Your guilt is sure but I wait to find,
My son in you, a pleasing kind.
But your conviction is good and true,
So I shall forgive as you well knew.

Soul

I cannot describe the burden lifted,
But that I have been wonderfully gifted.
My wretched sins deserved no less,
Than to be cast down into abyss.

God

I cannot deny what I could have done,
But had not Ninevah made your run?
Tis' ugly, yes, but excellent too,
To have you love me, as I loved you.

Soul

But what if I turn again to sin,
Would not the adversary win?
By and by I groan and wail,
at the prospect that I might fail.

God

Your faith is small, but big enough,
To receive my mercy, otherwise rough.
But if you wish to please me great,
Expand your faith and sin you'll hate.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

2/11/2012

Valentine's Sophia

Thinking of her grace I often do,
And of the time that we were through.
But the past has yet to appear,
With solemn thanks to hear.

Blest be her name, and all about;
That her doctrine has no shout,
But that she teaches with her actions,
And burdens none with any factions.

My fairest ghost, or spirit rather,
In a land afar, but friends she gathers.
Though not time enough for all,
Seeks her God lest she should fall.

Bemused I sit, but pleased in heart,
That she would suit me to take some part.
And when she left that day at noon,
Foregone me then to come to me soon.

Nothing I expect, as honest appraise,
That I might go on alone for days,
And months, we may surely see,
Whether this love should truly be.

By Evan Gunn Wilson