This poem explores free will and superstition within myself and the IFB church I attended recently.
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Joshua Brown
There was some terrifying truth
To the fact that his phone went off
SHELTER IN PLACE
SHELTER IN PLACE
And maybe I had an opportunity to run
Run away from this night terror
Whose tentacles reached out for my mind
A will so strong against my self and eye
Tsunami wave incoming and breath shallow
Where once I was free to act in truth
Truth and connection brought to bear
Lost by the GPS, the military lasers guide
Here, a tick away from some historic memory
I had been here but not in deja vu
Dreams criss-crossed by melting star gravity
Because everything else was just space
Where they hid from us and told not
Their own, instead ferreting away information
As if their own humans were in consternation
Ready to self-destruct without resilience.
It was that phone he held in his hand
Unaware of even the most ambiguous tell
Could point to some agnostic waking will
And instead subvert by covetous means
For that desire to connect and find help
For that desire to appear both good and well
For that desire to surrender ego and try
Nay bring to reality some modeling for her
And not modeling only but some first principle
With which to see and navigate matrimony
God Himself dared not instigate against them
For they would know and angrily repent
Against Him.
Thus in freedom He maintained in historic
Paper and ink passed down in protection
By both facade and mechanistic cults
Act I
Brave indeed they were but lossless not
To conquer world by the secret cabal of truth
Instead of keeping, they just left her alone
Ready to perish, and by publicity, to solicit
Sympathy, external to the cult machinations
Demanding, forever, resources from innocents
Who entered not into sexual temptation of lust
But instead observed and followed after virtue
Act II
Silenced, by their own adherence to power
The desire to bring and usher in God's Will
Ignorant of the outside world, wise as it was
But still holding onto that device of truthfulness
Waiting, patiently seeking after the love of men
To see upon their enchanted spells cast forth
Into the sea of infinite regressions into waves
But speaking in this time toward a man saved
Act III
The wall spoke to me, while sniveling cha-chings
Rang across the silent cohort of women adorned
In their fragrant feminine trousseau befit the day
In which they might behold their fated Groom
A real voice among the ghosted men who cry
As if they had no choice and in silent bitterness
Shout about bitterness in some hypocritical spurt
Living here among the free as if freedom feigned
Act IV
They were all but actors, playing in this dance
Holding hands and waking not for day's plod
The toil to enrich beyond that singular dream
From some quarente, both of those generations
Purported in name only of that wicked smile
Ruinous of the children who cried out at him
Leon, gruff as he was by choice to condemn
A man, whose name concerns them all sinful
Act V
And yet, muted I stood, plundering the future
Taking away from my own children's inheritance
And frustrating their efforts to be themselves
By snatching from their hands that opportunity
And not I only, but the multitude sat murmuring
Here under this vaulted roof, a monument wild
Dreamt up by some vicious monsters that willed
When the women willed not, for to survive war
Act VI
But in that quiet hill of magistrates remembered
There rose a sound of trumpets still angered
Against the wickedness of faceless lack of care
Eternal damnation to the pits of forgotten chaff
CARE!
SAVE!
And though these chains of slavehood grind away
Alive we are and spurned by reprobate lords we LOVE!
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📅 Written February 18, 2024
📍 Written in Northglenn, Colorado at NBC on Washington St
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I still very much relate to the identity and superstitions of the IFB or Independent Fundamental Baptist churches. They teach free will generally, they emphasize both universal preferable behavior and aesthetically preferable behavior although they sometimes conflate the two. And although I sincerely no longer would use the word "believe" as a way that I describe my understanding of God or Gott, it would be my pleasure and honor to teach my children the wonderful things that Christians have built and fought for, from freedom of religion to abolition.
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