Psalm 11 – Fortitude

Praising love, I found a countenance
That could survive poverty
I found the magic to reject
The labels I was taught

And duality, seemed like a poor
Attitude, where I sought to feel unity
Praising beauty, I found myself
Rarely in adversity or internal strife

Praising God’s miracles, I escaped
The better part of oppression
Even if my trials were no less
Than others, I shared the burden

Of organics, in a world increasingly
Not chosen by God for his people
Where nobody was right or wrong
But just more or less out of date

Out of touch with the pace of change
Praising progress, I found myself learning
At every stage of life, waiting for a time
When I could talk to God again.

Psalm 10 – Politics

I will praise thee, O Lord
Not for the fair world
Thou hast created, making
Man rule over women

Making one kind of a man
Richer than another, not for
How docile your creation is to
One species, which plunders

For the cheap profit of a few
Decades, what nature took
Millions of years to create –
I will observe how change will fix

This Era of its doom, its politics
Of heathens, mine enemies have
Wallets, they have bought power
They possess superiority

I will sing praise to thy name, Selah.
Even in the darkness, I will find
A way to feel the light
Not because this world is fair

Or that there are many Good men left?
For all creations come to an end
And some cities in peace, still perish
In the game beneath the stars

But the Lord shall endure forever
Like nature, like love, and some remember him
Who may or not be our descendants
It does not matter to me, history

Will always be determined by
The new masters, and masters
Rarely have an objectivity of truth
That might reveal their former wickedness.

Psalm 9 – The Violence

O Lord, how forgiveness
Frees us from the past
And acceptance, empties us of
Traumatic memories, it is ordained

That our fate should have
Highs and lows, though there is
Always somehow the feeling
Of something like the presence of God

Or the potential for angels
And the proximity of nature
Or the caress of silence
And the quantum dominion of

Powers we cannot fully understand
The prophecy of secrets
And the workings of the invisible
But the beasts in the field play

Just as Man does his part to acquire
To mate, to make war and steal the
Lot of his neighbor, to overcome
His own fears and insecurities

And profit, in the trials of others
Let it not be said we are better
Than animals, for I have seen
Man in all his glory and vanity

And even the most intelligent men
Were better villains than in the stories
And Man killed exceptionally well
Even in his more mature wisdom.

Psalm 8 – Capitalism

O Lord my God, let me not say
Let me not lie, “my God is best”
For each values experience uniquely
Selah. How many Gods have we

Invented? Rending to piece the idols
Of other gods, for our own
Cherished idols? We might worship
Money, but even the God of the

Marketplace, becomes false with debt
The Lord shall judge the people
The Nations shall suffer their karma
The Americas shall be torn apart

O Lord, let it not be said we were
Good Christians, praising only our
Version of right, our emblems of patriotism
Let it be known, we were also cruel

Unfair, corrupt, as any other Masters
That Lorded over other men, that filled
The realms with images of our likeness
Making the world love money, like we did

Capitalism was the plague that we proliferated
We rewarded evil, until the corporations
Became the high priests of our home countries
Feudal, full of disdain for the common people

Barons, full of spite for justice or freedom
O Lord, in thine anger, if though shall destroy
Parts of this world in thy holy crusade
Let history show the white man
Persecuted others to be like him.

Psalm 6 – The Discriminated

But as for me, Deare Lord
My house is a home for charity
That there is yet room in
My heart, for this raw beaten world

And enemies to befriend
And hope, to give away
As a beggar does something kind
For a little coin, I too pray

In my own kind of prayer
In my own variety of goodness
Like I trust all these beings
Who suffer like Buddhists together

And make up imaginary sin
For a bit of an excuse, to prostrate
Themselves against universal laws
For if we are all guilty of something

Where does our aptitude for judgement
Come from, our inability to forgive
Even the slightest of slights?
Our talent for animosity

Even when the entire world suffers
The same ills, like one village?
What is the need for war
So that a few might have a lot

While most have none and die
Without cause or rights of plenitude?
Why torment minorities, when they
Have less hope of a good life than us?

Psalm 5 – Silence

Thou hast put gladness in my heart
Without telling me, such is
The mercy of thy Grace, O Lord
I never did anything to

Put you there, of this I am quite sure!
Stand in awe, little Mortal
Thus I am small and happy, Selah!
I have lost all righteousness

Whatever Greatness I once was
Has passed and is gone
My only love now is what
I can give to this world

Before I too am gone, we all
Change in the nature of thy grace
Give ear to my words, O Lord
Not my thoughts, but my heart

That knows nothing but the
True consideration of universal love
Personal love being too far close
To the animal, to the wickedness

Of Man and his devotion to possession
Possessing nothing, I find myself
More free, more giving, more apt
To not speak but find peace

In silence and the simple things
Consider that, my final meditation
And in not hearing the voice
Of my own thoughts, thy blessing.

Psalm 4 – Equality

Do not hear me when I call, O God
For I am not so demanding
I do not imagine I would be saved
Besides, what about all the others?

Save first the innocent, the pure
The righteous who are brave
To never call upon thee,
They who have not hurt others

For what glory is there in imagining
Being close to God. Selah. ?
Without helping others, a life
Is not truly worth living, after all. Selah.

Let me know the true value of
Sacrifice, let me find a method to
Serve. Selah. Nothing else really matters:
I will both lay me down in peace

And find joy in the love of giving
For I have taken a lot, enough, truly.
Let me not imagine sin, Deare God
When sin is a concept of obedience

Let not my righteousness extend
Into thinking I am more holy
Than any other soul, for all souls
Must be made of the same stuff
As are all bodies, brains, stars. Selah.

Psalm 3 – The Sacred

Lord, how in thinking of only
Myself, am I lost in a world
Of cruelty without redemption?
There is no God for the selfish. Selah.

God does not exist for those
Who compete against others
For profit, for territory, for power
Against humanity, against life

Lord, how the masses are
So serious about their lot in life
And equally almost stupid
To the wonders of existence

In their down-trodden state
They forget the grace. Selah.
Will their tears come to nothing?
I will not be afraid for myself. Selah.

If God is near, the heart finds
Salvation, in what was given
Not by taking, but in accepting
Not by pushing, but by smiling

Not by cursing, but in learning
How simple is this world given. Selah.
I am only now beginning to comprehend
When I found light, I realized
I had no enemies, I awoke to this.

Psalm 2 – Unconditional

Why do the weak find God easier?
It is because they know innately
How to surrender to his Will
The Lord cares not for your

Human strength, in an artificial
Society, in contexts of your
Politics, or your ideas of good
I will declare the decree that

God is natural, takes no particular
Joy in judgement or acts of superiority
But gives life, as the sun or as
The soil or as the trees and waters

Why do the loving find God easier?
It is because they innately know
How to give of themselves and thus
Are given back to a hundred-fold

Therefore, do not be so meek
And shut thyself in thy little routine
But make time for kindness
A little each day, that thy death

Won’t be a selfish act of escape
But a liberation from all thy good works
Be wise therefore, of what it means
To be natural, to rejoice, without

Judgement, not condemning others
To your petty views, to your ridiculous
Biases, no matter how benevolent
What can thy possibly know

Of another creation’s fate?
Morality is by instinct a failing to take
Into account, the universal laws
That is the true nature of things.

Psalm 1 – The Humble

Blessed is the poor of wealth
For he learns to value real things
Like love and his social being
For there are many kinds of food

On this Earth, some closed to
The greedy, for his delight is
Born from humility & simple things
And his dreams are not to

Emulate the successful, for he
Witnesses their vanity, corruption
Blessed is the man who cannot
Be bought, he hath no price

He does not frequent the marketplace
With rumors, propaganda, selfishness
Instead he walketh by the river
Instead he helps the unfortunate

For he has suffered enough to know
Who requires help and true meditation
And understands the necessity of charity
And the right conditions of altruism.