Maybe things are left to an anecdote
for a reason that a man cannot surmise
his true feelings, his understanding of
Indeed, is not all the works of
sonnets, songs, bards,
and poetry just an anecdote of the deepest
A quick moment read, but a deep hour of thought.
So shall this be also… a quick read, then a thought that
is longer so.
“Come, let us reattribute ourselves and let
no God among us do so.”
Just so this world has become.
Look, I simply reiterate the truth to you.
Look, I simply reiterate the truth to You, also.
When the vibrato tone of the bagpipes with their
hymns fall to death ears , so you will know with
Him that the time comes near.
Come, are we not the most controversial creatures,
our characters eternal fires to demons we abolish
in temporal, but not in spiritual?
I tell you the simple truth,
I tell you the anecdote.
We are the cornerstone of a war greater
“Yes,” says the youth. “I tell you another
truth along so. The insane come into the
world, and we laugh at malignant innuendos
for we wish to turn our souls away from
the war that is unseen.
“Indeed,” says the General. “I have seen man
turn faces while in the throng of angles
and of demons. I have called them by names
as a general to a solider, but they do not
sound back and are then swallowed to fire.”
“We mock,” says the youth. “for we wish not to
know of war. Not of bloodshed, or truth, but
just simple human-selves and our bickering
“But this cannot be,” says I. “For man’s self-denial of
the General and his Enemy’s war only brings the soldiers
to fight in their own trench and fester with
sores. In this, there is no pleasure.”
“Come,” says the General. “Why do you refute Me?
Why do you bicker with yourselves as if you are your
own in this cold war. I send you aid, but you throw it
as a poison. I give you power, but you die while
Behold, the anecdote.
“Why do you refute Me for lies?”
So is the world in this way:
The leaders mock their own
the masses mock more so.
The trump uncalled
the godly in their own delight.
The vile rampant
the jokes cracked in bitter taste.
The child setting in a corner in melancholy
Not seeing beauty beyond.
All are children
none are adults.
All think pleasure
none for a different thought.
I convict you, child.
I convict myself also to you, child.
I have seen you upon a deep corner in
the House of the General,
where the war comes
that Homestead where we are now.
You hold silent to I, you hold silent to the commands too
and rather play ball instead hold the armor
that gives you the fighting chance!
See, I look to you
and you look to me also!
Do not become malevolent of this, friend
for I do not wish to see you engulfed in flame.
For you hold to your own fancies
to your own friends
to your own ball games in the trench
but what of the others that hold the front
along with you?
I too forget them when the demons are fierce,
holding to my own interest to bloat
them from my mind.
But you, you in the corner
looking as hymns are sung to the ceiling of heaven
and I must remember this war unseen.
I have done wrong, you so also!
So come, let us look through our conceit
The anecdote to you, dear friend.
quit your catching and start your race to end of the Time.
All’s fair in love and war
but which becomes greater; love or war?
All’s fair in love and war
but where lies the truth and lie in the fair?
see, the battle is fought before this pulpit
it’s fought before you.
in your hearts,
in your minds,
in the walls of fallacy,
in the walls of this homestead
in meagerness of words.
Come, if all’s fair in love and war, and let you understand
that these two intermix, then let us love in the fire
and come out smiling with one another, and not in our own pleasures,
but our pleasures for many to come too with us.
love not lies, nor despair in the world, or catch in games,
love… the truth and one another without bias or silence.