“Set Three,” Poems by Day Williams

When Spies Run Free

Last Days
Workin’ for the FBI
Senators’ Delight
Party
Becoming Sixty-Four
Renegades in Jail
Joe’s Movie
Look into Depths of Things

When Spies Run Free

When spies run free, then why not me
Across the NSA?
I can record the campaign plans
Of billionaires with cares
The other side will not collide
Because we will assure their loss
I share the best intel with zest
When spies run free.

When spies run free, why not thee?
Uranium will glow
I will enrich my family
Pay to play in my prime
Run with the wind across the sea
And trade your country’s best
To reach the zone where it’s been stolen
When spies run free.

When spies run free, then history
May lay our secrets bare
Such theft can be a mockery
Of patriots called
To share their lights in planet nights
Men have no friends in treachery
The conscience gnaws despite the cause
When spies run free.

~Day

Last Days

The homeless in America are cold
While Senators lean back in their sleek cars;
Abusive nightmares haunt the children’s nights
As parents huddle drunk in dingy bars.

The Dollar is adored from coast to coast
While prophets are attacked (or worse) ignored;
T.V. delights in violence and sex
As its consumers stay smug, drugged and bored.

As Chastity’s regarded as a curse,
Fidelity’s assailed on every side;
With easy money couples get divorced
As if the Lord, who hates all sin, has died.

The leaders lose their sight of Christ’s tall cross
And masses stumble under weights of sins;
The Trivial is worshiped at new shrines
And Lucifer cannot conceal his grin.

Men trample rights of widows and the poor,
Few hear the silent screams of those unborn
Who are aborted–murdered by the wolves
Who howl, “Rejoice!” when all who know should mourn.

The prophet Daniel said in the Last Days
Man’s knowledge will increase, and yet Saint Paul
Declared that knowledge puffs man up, and that
It’s love, which never fails, that’s over all.

For God so loved the world he gave his Son,
And an eternal life belongs to you
If you believe in Christ, the one God sent,
The Root of David who makes all things new.

The stone has rolled and Jesus is alive,
He will return as Judge of goats and sheep;
Now is the time to pray, the Day is near,
For those who labor in the Lord will reap.

~Day Williams

Workin’ for the FBI

Tell me a tale, you go to jail
You give me guff, you’ll see who’s tough
You get me pissed, you’re on the list
When you are killed, I am fulfilled

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

You lie to me, you won’t be free,
Don’t call me out, I’ve got big clout
You “patriots” are monkey butts
You “citizens” are firing pins

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

Embarrass us, we’ll fight and fuss
That Finicum was overcome
A cowboy hero was one big zero.
Don’t mess with fate, dude, we shoot straight

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

You want the law? That’s us, McGraw
We’ll find pretexts if we are vexed
We lost some texts while having sex
And we’re perplexed below our necks

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

You’ll go to jail and have no bail
We’ll hide your file with you’re in trial
You’ll never budge, we own the judge
So we can say she’ll go our way

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

We want your guns, don’t fight us, son
We know the route, we’ll stage a shoot
You’ll walk and run to take the guns
So we’ll have power and you will cower

~Day Williams

Senators’ Delight

If anyone causes one of these little ones–those who believe in me–to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.
~Mt. 18:6

Before the vote, they drink and gloat,
Strong men on basement chairs;
They make the boys provide their joy,
And toast their love affairs

With blood and gore and sex-slave whores.
They chortle at forced sex,
The power pushes through their pores;
They crack the children’s necks.

The children’s pain excites their brains,
The world at their command:
They’re at the top and each new crop
Delights their ancient glands.

They can excuse each act they do
With clever rationales
As they abuse, pervert, subdue
The powerless with pals.

They smugly own the Nowhere Zone
Where consciences are seared;
With double face they win their race,
Their words and might revered.

With wealth untold, their acts are bold
(Protected from above);
They have beguiled your missing child,
That boy, that girl, you love.

The day they die, no angels cry
To see them fall below,
As sulfur fire won’t quench desire,
They burn in lava flows.

~Day Williams

Party

The hostess sells her paintings, thirty bills
Apiece, to pay divorce attorney’s fees;
Sammy swallows two hundred fifty pills
And drinks green tea for immortality,

And Nancy Narcissist preens in front of
Seven antique mirrors while the Vid Man
Records her every gesture in self-love
To make a monument for her mad fans.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

Psycho Sal checks the bathroom medicines,
Hot Pants the Supermodel checks for lint
On Stocktrader Tom’s sleeve; he drinks and grins
At Sallie’s dirty jokes (she’s worth a mint)

As she plays the latest music, knows the words
To every track and turns her back to Jack,
Who winks at her across a couch and bores
His editor, who suffers heart attacks.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

The Scientologist concocts a tale
To keep her on the tabloid covers; strange
Professor Vaughn has cut his penis off,
Tells students that the President’s deranged.

A kitchen pair play spoons to backwoods tunes,
Tuxedo Tom has tickets for the show,
Front-row seats for an aging pop tycoon
Who sells him his fresh drugs from Mexico.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

The rapper spills a drink and mops it up
With Cover Girl’s fur coat, her belt, her lace;
The late-night host slips her a mickey, licks
Her ear and cheek, and keeps a poker face.

The rising starlet bats her eyelashes
At the producer who has lost his wife–
A plane crash in the Andes–she lunges fast
At him as he derides the right to life.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

She checks her cell and pops a pill, she stops
To reapply her lipstick, blush,  and rouge
While Greenwich Village painter-man talks shop
About his triptych featured in the Louvre.

The Gender Studies major wants her X
To be a Y, so she has joined a cult
Where chromosomes are curdled by swan necks
In Psilocybin syrup for results.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

The upstairs bedrooms brew with body heat,
And no one talks about the campaign man
Who lured two girls downstairs with bags of sweets
And stories how he fought the Ku Klux Klan.

Behind the banister the nightgown kids
Sneak peeks at smoke and drinks and tailored clothes
‘Til Mom shoos them upstairs to watch their vids
Of princesses who would not decompose.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

The anti-fascist who derailed a train
Announces that the honored guest has come
With spells to share her Spirit-Cooking pain,
To make the babies squirm and squall in tubs,

To drink for power the adrenochrome,
To hypnotize with lights and chants and codes.
“With eyes wide shut start fires to chomp down homes,
Destroy the Old, bring in what will corrode.”

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs
This party’s goin’ down.

~Day Williams

Becoming Sixty-Four

I’m coming up
On sixty-four
I’ll need a cane
To walk the floor

I’ll rise to pee
Ten times a night
Sometimes I’ll see
The food I bite

My bald pate shines
From porch to shed
A baseball cap
Will hide my head

I will employ
More doctors than
The wrinkles in
My swollen hands

I’ll check obits
If I’m not there
I’ll wander ‘round
In underwear

I’ll sport new teeth,
New hips, new hair,
I’ll have no job,
I’ll have no cares

‘Cept when I drift
Around the block
I’ll stop to pick
Up colored rocks

And trudge with cane
To First and Vine
And ask myself,
“Which house is mine?”

I’ll drive a car
When I can’t see
Firemen will lift
Me from a tree

I’ll tell about
My childhood pond
While grownups snore
And children yawn

I won’t recall
My childhood friends
Nor they me:
So do lives end.

I’ll mow the lawn
If I have aid:
While you cut grass
I’ll rest in shade

I’ll plant some seeds
And make them grow
Then wipe them out
With rake and hoe

My wife will ask,
“What of those seeds?”
“What seeds?” I’ll say,
“I took out weeds.”

And we’ll relax
On rocking chairs
And talk of days
When I had hair

As crickets chirp
And pigeons coo
I’ll fall asleep
And you will snooze . . .

We’ll whirl and twirl
On golden streets
Where no one cries
And life is sweet.

~Day Williams

Renegades in Jail

By stops and starts the storm arose:
Warm wind, soft rain, light snow.
At first it landed on the clothes
And did not brush the soul.

The storm increased as more awoke
And prayed for God to send
Sterner storms that would pick and poke
Beneath the skin, and end

The reign of renegades who’d gone
Unfazed by rising winds,
Lawbreakers who would wink and don
Cloaks that protected skins.

The wind bit hard, no longer warm,
And crawled inside the heart.
Poor reason perished in the storm,
Bright minds had lost their art

To plant deceit in treachery.
An evil plan recoils
Upon its maker, who won’t see
The traps until he’s foiled.

The wind bit hard, and when the sun
Came out from clouds and shone,
The renegades, their senses stunned,
Were found in cells, alone.

~Day Williams

Joe’s Movie

The local market offered me fresh fruit;
I held a bag of strawberries when Joe,
Film-maker who has never worn a suit,
Asked me to view his latest cut at home.

“This nightmare fogged my mind and followed me,
No matter how I tried to shake it off,
I shot the scenes as best my memory
Conceived it, though I may be growing soft.

Did we win World War II?” he asked his tea
As though I wasn’t there, and slid a disc
Into his player by a Harper Lee
Bird book to which he fixed a paper clip.

“A girl from the north woods gave me this book,”
He said, “when I left Phoenix for her place,
Which had been chaos, but on second look,
A midnight climax spruced up her mad space.”

“How did you feel?” I questioned. “Glad! I . . . Oh,
She made me feel I’d gone through gates to stars,
And we played like Bohemians in a grove,
Like we were space Marines who circled Mars.”

“Why aren’t you with her anymore?” I quizzed.
He caught himself, then wryly said, “Sometimes
You build a burger and make it sizzle . . .
Sometimes it tastes like Ajax dipped in grime.

What I am telling you . . . you understand?”
“No, here’s a coin if you will tell me more.”
And like a pro he said, “She met a man
Who talked of pizza, cheese, and dominoes,

Who salivated over hot dog stands
And went ballistic if the plumbing leaked,
As though he’d kill the man, for cash in hand,
Who caused it, rich or poor, urbane or geek.”

“So they weren’t meant to be?” “He skipped out on
Her; we’ve lost touch since she went to D.C.—
Another missing D.C. girl–foregone
Conclusion if you knew her company.”

“What of this movie you have filmed?” I asked.
“Inception plays among Joint Chiefs of Staff
Where Pentagon commanders wear black masks
Into great halls where spies take polygraphs

As Clockwork Orange chimes in Dulce base
While horrid mutants whimper underground
And robot soldiers run a close-watched race,
Roswell to Sandy Hook to Proving Ground.

Meanwhile, at Jekyll Island, bankers plot— ”
“I’m sorry, but I must go home to see
The missus,” said I, “and our boy, the tot,
Wants me to help him decorate the tree.”

And Joe I never saw again, though he’d
Sent postcards postmarked only with a “Q”:
The locals found his body late one eve
And deputies recovered his canoe.

~Day Williams

Look into depths of things

Change your way of thinking
Look into depths of things
Inside that scrawny boy
May be the makings of a king.

~Day Williams

directoryday37@gmail.com

“Dehumanized, or: Not Human?” Poem by Day Williams

Dehumanization

Plantation owners in the South called slaves
Their property with the same worth as mules
They bought and sold the bucks and wenches, raped
And beat them, whipped them when they broke the rules.

Nazis dehumanized the Jews, whom they
Called “subhuman contaminants”, a peril
To the “master race,” for Jews, they said, were race-
Tuberculosis, sickness none should share.

Abortionists deny biology
And say a fetus is a clump of cells;
They say a woman is empowered, free,
If she will buy procedures doctors sell.

Let’s use our hearts and minds, discern, be wise,
Lest other persons be dehumanized.

~Day Williams

“Not a Person”

“The Great Awakening,” poem by Day Williams

The Great Awakening

Wake up! Strengthen what remains
and is about to die,
for I have found your deeds
unfinished in the sight of my God.

~Revelation 3:2

I.

The people’s faith has grown
The people are stout
The trumpet is blown
The call has gone out

They come
From the mills and landfills and Capitol Hill
Eagle keepers, street sweepers, and Grim Reapers
Wine tasters, time wasters, fast-paced racers
Jugglers, strugglers, and smugglers

Yes, they come
From the rivers, the hearses, and the twitterverse
Grifters, snifters, and High Plains Drifters
Entrepreneurs and connoisseurs
Jesus freaks and genius geeks on winning streaks

They come
The winners, the sinners, and the tale-spinners
Quakers, film makers, and undertakers
The saints and painters and complainers
Music posers, high-pressure closers, drivers of dozers

II.

The trumpet resounds
Over prairies and hills
Over cities and towns
Over factories and mills

They come
The man with broken bones whose wife left him alone
The hungry thirsty mayor whose days are piled with cares
The heartbroken teen sprawled in a meadow green
Baseball pitcher whose arm has come to harm

Yes, they come
The man in a park, nowhere to go after dark
The special needs boy who worships Jesus in joy
Ex-pats and sexpots and Texan tots
Song and dance men, bong and chance men, strong romance men

They come
Models who pose, hallway hobos, sopranos on oboes,
The snakes, the fakes, and the half-baked flakes
Rappers, catnappers, and gift-wrappers
The astronauts, cosmonauts, and sailors of yachts

III.

The people awake
The Spirit inspires
The darkness will break
With people on fire

They come
Traitors, infiltrators, and self-inflators
Homewreckers, high-techers, and vivisectioners
Chambermaids, underpaids, patients with AIDS,
Lumberjacks, bumbling hacks, and crackerjacks

Yes, they come
Youtubers, eaters of goobers, drivers for Uber
Experts in guile, film stars in style, and juveniles
Flapjack flippers, big tippers, and back alley strippers,
One-wing angels, land sharks, pickup artists

IV.

The way has been paved
The Light shines every mile
The disgraceful depraved
Will sink in their bile

They come
Prophets of old, worth more than gold,
Pay-for-Players and bureaucratic delayers
Golf club queens, editors of magazines,
Matrix busters, street hustlers, and cattle rustlers

Yes, they come
Corn poppers, grillers of Whoppers, pilots of choppers
Photo buffs, sniffers of snuff, sifters of truffles
Bumblers, tumblers, and cookie-crumblers
Carsonites, troglodytes, and defenders of rights

They come
Visionquesters, Wild Westers, and protesters
The trail guides, the mail-order brides, the hair-dyed self-satisfied
Van Goghs, Picassos, and Michelangelos
Mings with rings, kings with bling, Things that sing

V.

They will eat the bread
On which angels feed
And at the watershed
They’ll release their greed

They come
The tweeters, the cheaters, and the over-eaters
Mockers, talkers, and tightrope walkers
Three-inch fools, builders of schools, and women with jewels
Desert harpists and quick-change artists

Yes, they come
Deep Staters, Prez-Haters, conflaters
Bumblers, tumblers, and cookie-crumblers
Sore losers, day boozers, and shmoozers
Tower builders, power lifters, High Plains Drifters

They come
Bomb disposers, high-pressure closers, drivers of dozers,
Punners, hit and runners, school bus tailgunners
Smokers, stockbrokers, and Arthur the Joker
Gay activists who twist amid the mist

VI.

With hearts newly cleaned
The crowds have surged
The people have seen
That the truth has emerged

They come

Rogues and droogies and couples at movies,
High-stakes winners at posh dinners with sinners
Marxists, podiatrists, and anthologists
“I” dotters, “t” crossers, and spy spotters

Yes, they come

X-22, Chiefs of Sioux, and Fredo too
Salad tossers, shy doctors, and double-crossers
Bed-pressers, oppressors, and professors
Preachers and teachers high on the bleachers

Bed-wetters, go-getters, and jet-setters
Hackers, frackers, and meat packers
Princess Bride and Pride Declassified
John Donne, Elston Gunn, and favorite sons

VII.

They come to the mountain
And connect with the Lord
They come to the fountain
With their faith restored

They come
Housewives on the go and Quid Pro Quo Joe
Town criers, high flyers, and Brooklyn choirs
P.C. Police, actors from Grease, obese nieces
T.V. writers, check kiters, and backbiters

Yes, they come
Mentors, dissenters, and inventors
Sneakers, leakers, and public speakers
Cab drivers, lab timers, and flabby divers,
Word-twisters, blacklisters, and three weird sisters

They come
Midnight plumbers and midsummer hit-and-runners
Corrupt politicians in double demolitions
Renegades who masquerade as gay blades
QAnons, black swans, and Pentagon woebegones

They come to the mountain
And connect with the Lord
They come to the fountain
With their faith restored

~Day Williams

Set Six, poems by Day Williams

SET SIX, poems by Day Williams

The Village without Fear
‘Tis of Thee
Try as You Might
Love and Life
Sameness Utopia
Eden Sank to Grief

Don’t Give Up

The Creator

Village Without Fear

This farmland’s our home,
They call us squatters here,
Where our families have grown,
The Village Without Fear.

Government came in,
They didn’t waste a tear,
Burned our wooden houses,
The Village Without Fear.

With clothes on our backs,
Still he ruling’s clear,
Suicidal, we must leave
The Village Without Fear.

~Day Williams

‘TIS OF THEE

A culture, decadent, that worships flesh
And death will eat itself like cancer cells
In nursing homes, and dollars won’t refresh
The worshippers alone in private hells.

The public debt a threat, the internet
Divas and doctors who dispense advice;
Another sting on teenage cigarettes,
Another show with cops who chase down vice.

Higher skyscrapers, pop songs, dances, stars,
New snobs, the stars who show how low they ride,
And in the cities, suburbs, hills and farms
Bedazzled grooms drive home with plastic brides.

And animated baseball, bodies zipped
In nylon parkas on Mount Everest’s slopes
Where copters will not fly; elections tipped
By social media and voters’ hopes,

A birthmother search, HIV home tests,
The nouveau riche improve their aging shapes
With dyed hair, facelifts, and inflated breasts,
Toupees and tummy tucks, the great escapes.

The middle class can barely keep the pace,
The welfare kid keeps falling far behind
Despite the billions squandered to replace
The guilt, for giveaways don’t stir his mind.

In God we used to trust, and now it’s Self–
The water’s bad in India, the wars
Leave body parts and orphans on the shelf–
“Who cares? My cards are maxed from clothing stores.”

The fix is on, you bet on any horse
And keep your mouth shut, win or lose, you pay
Your money, take your chance; no-fault divorce
Will rescue you from shame and disarray.

The dilettantes sell Art for vanity
And dollars while the poet-prophets speak
The Word in season, out of season, free
Or as slaves, obedient and meek.

Avenatti and NXVIM, branding marks,
Satellites, laser beams and astronauts,
New Ponzi schemes, illegal telemarkets,
Honeypots, afterthoughts and counterplots;

Flat tire, a gun for hire, they sell desire
In bars and motel rooms where no one tells
‘Cause no one asks; an L.A. arson fire
Gets paid, though the investigator smells

The sin of fallen man in Eden’s green,
As though a time machine had showed him bliss
Only to shake away the scales unseen,
Exposing evil as in Genesis.

The hoaxers, perjurers, and murderers,
Unpunished, roam the land wild as mountain goats,
They’re wealthy, influential, and secure,
And they know how to sway important votes.

Teenage flirts, cubist shirts and campaign dirt,
A suicide who’d called out pedophiles–
No drugs, no words relieve a young man’s hurt:
How can a sinful man be reconciled?

Peace treaties, diabetes, kiss your sweetie,
Nuke waste, a mugger Maced, two-faced rat-race,
So many potholes you can’t see the street;
So many taxes, cheating’s commonplace.

Perverts expose themselves to talk-show hosts
And hit-men have their quarter-hour of fame;
Mass media ignores the Holy Ghost
And acts as though the people are to blame.

All are one: Black and yellow, red and white,
Said JFK and Martin Luther King,
But on the subway ‘round ten at night,
The stench of fear and hate is sickening.

The dress-down candidate and his smart wife,
The steel magnolia, herbal remedies,
Montana Freemen and the F.B.I.
In wait; a watch which needs no batteries,

With child abusers, cocaine users, gun-
Toting cruisers, boozers, losers, and gang-
Bang drive-by shooters, the karate nuns,
With tennis shoes as codes, with convict slang.

The leveraged buy-outs, mergers, acquisitions,
Foreclosures, bankruptcies, bonds, notes, and deeds,
Rich democrats in powerful positions,
Like barrel cacti pointed in the weeds.

You rich and powerful, you’re food for worms,
A hunchbacked woman groans outside your door,
The smell of unwashed flesh: the butler squirms,
But you’re too busy phoning Singapore

To see the soil is drenched with babies’ blood.
The jet-set crowd has parties ‘til the dawns,
Posterity is thrown like rags in mud,
Prosperity makes men automatons.

Indecisions, forgetfulness and haze
Coagulate in corners of the stair;
Subversives sleeping, triggered, rise and daze
With a false-flag distraction, a gun nightmare.

Churchill, Prime Minister, declared, “The price
Of greatness is responsibility”
(Or so a poster said) and heed advice,
For “history guides us by vanities.”

Political correctness versus Christ:
Over the long run you can bet on Him
To overcome man’s wicked “Paradise”,
Naive as games upon the jungle gym.

My poetry is art; it’s serious
To me, and though you may not understand
The ins and outs, at least you’re curious
To read the words that print out by my hand.

The unacknowledged legislators of
The world are poets, Shelley in defense
Remarked: With skill and loads of Christian love,
With verses soaked in meaning, this makes sense.

The times were tainted by their ignorance,
And he was treated like an orphan boy,
But by the grace of God, with common sense,
He did God’s holy work and felt His joy.

Invisibility has benefits,
Take it from me, invisible for years,
With bandages wrapped ‘round my face, and slits
Through which I view the changing of the gears.

A preacher taught on Reno radio
The ways the Bible can interpret news;
A poet taught from texts of long ago
The Lord’s design for man began with Jews.

As 60 million babies’ blood, in fright,
Cries out from reddened earth to deafened ears,
Don’t say that you can see by dawn’s pink light
The Emperor has worn no stitch for years.

Don’t say a thing, for when a house implodes
It traps and crushes those beneath its beams;
Yet in the rooms, desensitized and slowed,
A nation’s conscience whispers still of dreams.

In Gibbon’s Rise and Fall the punishment
For immorality was Huns’ offense;
A Christian in the White House would prevent
The land’s decline to Roman decadence:

But as the Communists were fond to say,
“We’ll watch as you disintegrate within.”
Now at a graduation, kids can’t pray
And teachers preach on Self-Esteem, not sin.

A king put Jeremiah in a well
For saying that his kingdom had to fall;
A prophet’s truth can seem like bagatelles
Until barbarians barge through the wall.

And I will turn to Paradise on earth
In serving Jesus Christ with all my heart;
Let him determine what my work is worth,
And let the world go mad for hollow art.

Iced tea, a stick of gum, a book of verse
And thou, is Paradise enough when Thou
Art Jesus Christ, who shattered Eden’s curse
Through death, a crown of thorns upon thy brow.

~Day Williams

Try as You Might

Try as You Might

Try as you might each day and night
You’ll never understand
The ways the King of Everything
Has brought about His plans

For you, His child, so mild and wild,
Perplexed, confused, adrift
Between the rocks that bang and block
Sea passages that lift

You higher yet, for He’s paid debts,
All debts that you’ve accrued–
Each rude caprice and fleshly spree–
How Christ has been abused.

He’ll comfort you when you are true
And love with no reserve;
You’ll be surprised He’s realized
That you have curved and swerved.

When darkness falls, the Spirit calls
With a gentle tug on heart:
Confess your crimes, give him your time . . .
Let Him make you His art.

~Day Williams

Love and Life

Love and Life

I may not be a famous man,
Or one who makes a hero’s plans.
I do not have a Ph.D.
Or Pulitzers in poetry.
But still I see some trouble here
(I want to be exact and clear);
I see great evil in the land,
Corruption hard to understand.

They’re killing babies left and right,
And I’m opposed with all my might.
A baby has the right to live,
To grow and laugh, to cry and give.
A baby isn’t just a rag
To toss into a bloody bag.

A baby’s us, she’s you and me,
With head and heart, with thumbs and knees.
When zygotes form within their wombs,
God forbid those wombs be tombs.
God says those lives must thrive and grow,
To see the worlds of sun and snow,
To lie upon their mothers’ breasts,
To learn and play, to work and rest.

To take those lives is no small crime,
A Holocaust that taints our time.
Soon the Lord will cast His pall:
May He have mercy on us all.

~Day Williams

Young Human Being

Sameness Utopia

Sameness Utopia

We’ll knock the mountains down
And fill the canyons in
We’ll smooth the mounds
And nobody will grin

Or laugh or weep or shout
We will all be the same
Nothing to cry about
And nobody to blame

Each with the same color
Each with the same race
Each with the same
Featureless grayish face.

And no one will have dreams
And no nightmares either
None will need a freezer
And none will need a heater,

Each with the same income
Each with the same thoughts
Each of us controlled
By the same uniform bot,

And I will never lose
And you will never win
No one will be right or wrong
And none will ever sin,

And everyone will eat the same,
A tasteless grayish gruel,
And everyone will attend
The same barred, guarded school

Where we will learn the same,
And on the monthly tests
Teachers will grade with “C’s”
So no one’s worst and none is best.

We’ll ride in robot cars
To robot supermarts
Where bots will choose our foods
Because they are so smart,

And you will have a mate,
Your marriage bot-arranged,
And you can rear one child
Within the Central range,

But you cannot sing a song
(Music makes us less the same),
You cannot sculpt or draw–
For you might get a name.

As for names, you won’t have one–
A number will suffice
Tattooed on your arm
With chips as small as rice.

And no one will write novels,
Short stories, tracts, or plays,
Each number dressed the same,
The same in every way.

And you won’t need your brains,
So they will be shut down,
So ruling bots may run
A smoother Sameness Town

Where no one will be smart
And no one will be dumb
And you will walk in fog
With all your senses numb.

No one with cosmetics
No make-up for the face
With faceless namelessness,
Each number in its place.

Though each one will be free
To choose his suit each day:
The gray or gray or gray
Or gray or gray or gray,

And you won’t need a mirror
To see your daily face,
For it will be the same
As each one in your place,

And you will have your pod
That sits right next to mine
Inside our gray-gray hut
Where no one has a mind.

No one will be black,
No one will be white,
No one will be wrong,
And no one will be right.

We’ll learn to work and play
In buildings gray and beige
Where we will be contained
Like monkeys in a cage.

We’ll never spend too much,
We won’t have much to spend,
We’ll have enough to ensure
The State will never end.

We’ll have a medicine
To cure our every ill,
Injections in our veins
Or take the latest pill.

If Central says, “It’s war,”
Then off to war we’ll go;
We’ll kill our enemies
Then hurry to our homes,

But never shall we fight against
Our special master bots;
We’ll never think of it:
They won’t allow such thoughts.

We’ll have no surprises,
Each day will be the same
In Sameness Utopia
Where no one has a name.

And we won’t have a devil
And we won’t have a God
And will dreamless sleep
In grayish numbered pods.

And no one will be first
And no one will be last
And no one will remember
The future or the past

You will not have a sex,
So no one will be different,
No perfumes or deodorants,
Each human with same scents.

You’ll have a proper hut
That stands right next to mine,
And you and I will mow our dirt
Saturdays, the same time.

We’ll breathe and work and rest
And never have a fear,
We’ll never hate or love,
We’ll never shed a tear.

You will not have to strive
To be the best you can:
The same awards will go
To everyone who ran.

And each of us will vote
Just as the bots direct;
We’ll have no nasty run-offs
From races neck and neck.

And no one will be sad
And no one will be glad
And no one will be good
And no one will be bad

And no one will rebel
And no one will create
And we will shuffle each day
Through the same numbered gate.

And we will work in factories
To refurbish bots
Each noon we’ll pause to thank
The State for all we’ve got

And we won’t talk of love
And we won’t talk of hate
And nothing will be small
And nothing will be great

And it will never snow
And it will never rain
And no one will be cold
And none will suffer pain.

You must not speak your mind–
I have to make this clear–
Or say bye to those you know,
For you will disappear.

If you hold a censored book
The bots will know at once,
And you’ll spend days in jail
For acting like a dunce.

And if you cry some night
Because your dog has died
A bot will come and stick
A needle in your side.

At the allotted time
We’ll take our exit pass
And climb the tallest tower
And jump down to the grass.

~Day Williams

Eden Sank to Grief

Adam dreamed he lost a rib.
He woke up–it was no fib.
“Missing rib? Where is my bone?’
Adam asked. He felt alone.

God answered him out loud:
“You’re gentle, innocent, unbowed.
You were lonely and asleep,
You had a bone, no need to keep,
I opened up and took the rib
(Which spared the trouble of a crib).
I poured the breath of life within
And sculpted lovely skin
From that one rib, something new.
I made a wife for you
Out of your chest, out of a bone.
Your bone’s your mate; you’ll be alone
No more,” said God. “Woman for me,”
Adam said. “What curves I see!

“Helper-mate,” the Lord declared,
“Made when you were unaware.”

Adam said, approaching there:
“In Eden God has answered prayer,

Honey-sweet, a precious dove.”
The first man said, “I am in love.”

“You’re in charge,” God said to them:
“Eat, drink, play, or take a swim.
Do what you will, but do not eat
The tree that lets you know of evil
And of good; it’s at the middle,
This garden’s center: I don’t kid.”

“What if we want a smell, a sniff?”

“You’ll regret a single whiff.”

“But if I take but one bite . . . “

“You’ll find out it isn’t right.
Take one bite and you will die,
No matter what you say or try.”

Eve walked out to look around
And she saw Snake on the ground.
“Wouldn’t you like to be wise?”
She heard from Snake, the King of Lies.

“How?” asked Eve, who was naive.

“I”ll show you, if you believe.
There is a tree, near where you sat.”

“But God said no, don’t eat from that,
For I will die if I eat.
God is good and I won’t cheat.”

“Don’t give me guff,” Snake replied.
“Others ate, and none have died.”

“Shiny red, it does look fine.
I wish that fruit were all mine.”

“You must think and use your heart.
God knows fruit will make you smart.
You’ll need guts to take my dare.”

“A bite can’t hurt,” Eve said, impaired.

She took a bite. Snake disappeared.
Adam came and shed big tears.

“This fruit is good,” Eve told her mate,
But he was worried for her fate.

“God is good. He said, ‘Don’t eat!’”

“But take one bite. This fruit is sweet.”

Adam loved, and he was torn.
His eyes were sad, his look forlorn.
“Death will come,” he said to her.

“But how can you be so sure?
Snake told me I’d be wise– ”

“That was Satan in disguise!”

“Don’t you love me? I am your mate.”
And Adam saw and took and ate.

“We’re naked!” he remarked.
“We have to hide inside this park.”

God walked amid Eden’s trees:
Cool afternoon with a light breeze,

And he asked Adam, “Where are you?”

“We’re scared. We’re in shade, too,”
Adam said, “We need some clothes.
We were ashamed, and this we chose,”

“Ashamed? You? You must tell why.
You live with me in Paradise.”

“Our eyes were opened when we ate:
Evil, good, we know man’s fate.”

“No, you don’t,” the Lord replied.
I said, ‘Don’t eat or you will die.’”

“But now at last we’re wise.”

“The Devil tricked you in disguise.”

“Snake told me I should eat.
He told me to, and it was sweet.”

“She asked me to. She is my mate,”
Adam said, “so I ate.”

“You broke my rules!” the Lord God roared.
“You’ll walk in Eden nevermore.
On his belly Snake will crawl,
Women giving birth will bawl,
The pain so great they’ll want to die.
Snake, you are the King of Lies.
For the evil you have sprung,
Her children will despise your young,
And all your days you will eat dust–
Never will you regain my trust.
The woman’s child will crush your head;
You’ll bruise his heel when he has bled.
From red dust you were formed,
Adam, from red dust you were born,
And from red dust you’ll earn your bread
In painful work until you’re dead.”

Cherubim with flaming sword
Guard Eden’s east for the Lord.

With heads bent down, the banished pair,
Lonely, weeping, depart with cares.

~Day Williams

Don’t Give Up

The way is hard, the road is long
Don’t give up, don’t give up
Through shakes and shocks, you will stay strong
Don’t give up, don’t give up
Cast off your baggage, come along
Don’t give up, don’t give up
You’ll hum a tune and sing a song
Don’t give up, don’t give up
Don’t give up, don’t give up
Don’t give up, don’t give up
You are the one to right the wrongs
You’ll drink from the winner’s cup
So don’t give up, don’t give up
Don’t give up, don’t give up
Don’t give up, don’t give up
Don’t give up, don’t give up

~Day Williams

The Creator

God made giraffes
And platypi,
Hyenas’ laughs,
The loons’ low cry.

~Day Williams

Be Glad

(Dt. 15:10)
Be Glad

Be glad to meet
The poor man’s need,
For in your work
You will succeed.

~Day Williams

SECOND CHRONICLES CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

SECOND CHRONICLES CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

1-3 After King Amaziah died, the people 

Of Judah crowned his son Uzziah king, 

Even though he was only sixteen then.

Uzziah ruled for fifty-two years from 

Jerusalem, the hometown of his mother 

Jecoliah. While ruling, he recaptured 

And he rebuilt the town of Elath. 4 He 

Obeyed the Lord by doing right, as his 

Own father Amaziah had done. 5 Now

Zechariah advised Uzziah and 

Taught him to follow God, and so, as long 

As Zechariah was alive, Uzziah 

Kept faith with God, and God made him successful,

6 And while Uzziah was the king, he started 

A war against the Philistines. He smashed 

The city walls of Jabneh, Gath, and Ashdod, 

Then he rebuilt the towns ‘round Ashdod and 

In other sections of Philistia. 

7 God helped him overcome the Philistines, 

The Arabs living in Gur-Baal, as well

As Meunites, 8 and even Ammonites 

Paid taxes to Uzziah, who became 

Quite powerful, and people who resided

As far away as Egypt heard of him;

9 And in Jerusalem, Uzziah built 

Fortified towers at the Corner Gate, 

The Valley Gate, and where the city wall 

Turned inward, 10 and he built some towers for

Defense out in the desert; the king owned

Such a large livestock herd in western foothills 

And in the flatlands, he had cisterns dug 

To catch the rainwater; he loved to farm,

So he had crops and vineyards planted in 

The hills wherever there was fertile soil

And hired the farmers to take care of them. 

11 Uzziah’s army was prepared for battle

All the time; Jeiel and Maaseiah 

Were officers who tracked the number of 

The soldiers, and these two men were beneath

Command of Hananiah, who was one

Among Uzziah’s top officials. 12-13 Trained

Soldiers were numbered at three hundred seven

Thousand five hundred, commanded by two

Thousand six hundred leaders of the clans.

These mighty troops did shield the king against 

His enemies; 14 Uzziah stocked his army 

With shields, spears, helmets, armor,

  bows, and stones 

For slinging; 15 Some of his skilled

  workers fashioned

Machines that could shoot arrows and could sling 

Large stones; Uzziah set these up within 

Jerusalem at his defending towers 

And at the corners of the city wall.

God helped Uzziah grow his might, and he

Was famous worldwide. 16 King Uzziah grew

Proud of his power, which led to his downfall. 

One day, Uzziah disobeyed the Lord 

His God by going in the temple to

Burn incense as an offering to him. 

17 Azariah the priest and eighty other 

Brave priests came up behind Uzziah into 

The temple 18 and told him, “Your Majesty, 

This isn’t right! You are forbidden to

Burn incense to the Lord, which must be done

Only by priests who are descended from

Aaron, so you will have to leave: You’ve sinned 

Against the Lord, so he’ll bless you no longer.”

19 Uzziah, who was standing by the altar

For incense then, did hold the incense burner, 

Ready to offer incense to the Lord,

When Azariah warned him, he got angry,

And leprosy immediately appeared 

Upon his forehead! 20 Azariah as

Well as the other priests saw it and said

He had to leave the temple, and Uzziah 

Realized that the Lord had punished him, 

So he rushed outside, 21 and Uzziah had 

The leprosy throughout the rest of his

Own life; no longer was he let inside

The temple or in his own palace; that’s 

Why his son Jotham lived there, ruling in

His place, 22 and everything else that Uzziah 

Did while the king is in the records that

Prophet Isaiah son of Amoz wrote;

23 And since Uzziah was a leper, he

Could not be buried in the royal tombs. 

Instead, they buried the king’s body in

A nearby cemetery the kings owned,

And his son Jotham sat next on the throne.

Scriptures about the Blood of Jesus Christ / Ten Commandments/ Bill of Rights / Great Seal of the State of Nevada

Scriptures about the Blood of Jesus Christ

John 19:33-34
but coming to Jesus, when they saw that He was already dead, they did not break His legs. But one of the soldiers pierced His side with a spear, and immediately blood and water came out.

Luke 22:44
And being in agony He was praying very fervently; and His sweat became like drops of blood, falling down upon the ground.

Acts 5:28
saying, “We gave you strict orders not to continue teaching in this name, and yet, you have filled Jerusalem with your teaching and intend to bring this man’s blood upon us.”

1 John 5:6
This is the One who came by water and blood, Jesus Christ; not with the water only, but with the water and with the blood. It is the Spirit who testifies, because the Spirit is the truth.

Hebrews 9:12-14
and not through the blood of goats and calves, but through His own blood, He entered the holy place once for all, having obtained eternal redemption. For if the blood of goats and bulls and the ashes of a heifer sprinkling those who have been defiled sanctify for the cleansing of the flesh, how much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself without blemish to God, cleanse your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?

Hebrews 10:3-14
But in those sacrifices there is a reminder of sins year by year. For it is impossible for the blood of bulls and goats to take away sins. Therefore, when He comes into the world, He says, “SACRIFICE AND OFFERING YOU HAVE NOT DESIRED, BUT A BODY YOU HAVE PREPARED FOR ME; .

Hebrews 13:11-12
For the bodies of those animals whose blood is brought into the holy place by the high priest as an offering for sin, are burned outside the camp. Therefore Jesus also, that He might sanctify the people through His own blood, suffered outside the gate.

Romans 3:25
whom God displayed publicly as a propitiation in His blood through faith This was to demonstrate His righteousness, because in the forbearance of God He passed over the sins previously committed;

Ephesians 1:7
In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace

Revelation 7:14
I said to him, “My lord, you know.” And he said to me, “These are the ones who come out of the great tribulation, and they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.

1 Corinthians 11:25
In the same way He took the cup also after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in My blood; do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of Me.”

Matthew 26:27-28
And when He had taken a cup and given thanks, He gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you; for this is My blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for forgiveness of sins.

Mark 14:23-24
And when He had taken a cup and given thanks, He gave it to them, and they all drank from it. And He said to them, “This is My blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many.”

Luke 22:20
And in the same way He took the cup after they had eaten, saying, “This cup which is poured out for you is the new covenant in My blood.”

Hebrews 9:11-15
But when Christ appeared as a high priest of the good things to come, He entered through the greater and more perfect tabernacle, not made with hands, that is to say, not of this creation; and not through the blood of goats and calves, but through His own blood, He entered the holy place once for all, having obtained eternal redemption. For if the blood of goats and bulls and the ashes of a heifer sprinkling those who have been defiled sanctify for the cleansing of the flesh,

Hebrews 12:24
and to Jesus, the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood, which speaks better than the blood of Abel.

Hebrews 13:20
Now the God of peace, who brought up from the dead the great Shepherd of the sheep through the blood of the eternal covenant, even Jesus our Lord,

Acts 20:28
“Be on guard for yourselves and for all the flock, among which the Holy Spirit has made you overseers, to shepherd the church of God which He purchased with His own blood.

1 Peter 1:1-2
Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ, To those who reside as aliens, scattered throughout Pontus, Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia, and Bithynia, who are chosen according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, by the sanctifying work of the Spirit, to obey Jesus Christ and be sprinkled with His blood: May grace and peace be yours in the fullest measure.

Revelation 5:9-10
And they sang a new song, saying, “Worthy are You to take the book and to break its seals; for You were slain, and purchased for God with Your blood men from every tribe and tongue and people and nation. “You have made them to be a kingdom and priests to our God; and they will reign upon the earth.”

Romans 5:9
Much more then, having now been justified by His blood, we shall be saved from the wrath of God through Him.

Matthew 26:28
for this is My blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for forgiveness of sins.

Mark 14:24
And He said to them, “This is My blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many.”

Romans 3:25-26
whom God displayed publicly as a propitiation in His blood through faith This was to demonstrate His righteousness, because in the forbearance of God He passed over the sins previously committed; for the demonstration, I say, of His righteousness at the present time, so that He would be just and the justifier of the one who has faith in Jesus.

Revelation 7:14-17
I said to him, “My lord, you know.” And he said to me, “These are the ones who come out of the great tribulation, and they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. “For this reason, they are before the throne of God; and they serve Him day and night in His temple; and He who sits on the throne will spread His tabernacle over them. “They will hunger no longer, nor thirst anymore; nor will the sun beat down on them, nor any heat;

Revelation 12:10-11
Then I heard a loud voice in heaven, saying, “Now the salvation, and the power, and the kingdom of our God and the authority of His Christ have come, for the accuser of our brethren has been thrown down, he who accuses them before our God day and night. “And they overcame him because of the blood of the Lamb and because of the word of their testimony, and they did not love their life even when faced with death.

Revelation 1:5-6
and from Jesus Christ, the faithful witness, the firstborn of the dead, and the ruler of the kings of the earth To Him who loves us and released us from our sins by His blood– and He has made us to be a kingdom, priests to His God and Father–to Him be the glory and the dominion forever and ever. Amen.

Colossians 1:19-20
For it was the Father’s good pleasure for all the fullness to dwell in Him, and through Him to reconcile all things to Himself, having made peace through the blood of His cross; through Him, I say, whether things on earth or things in heaven.

Hebrews 9:14
How much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself without blemish to God, cleanse your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?

Hebrews 10:22
Let us draw near with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water.

Hebrews 13:12
Therefore Jesus also, that He might sanctify the people through His own blood, suffered outside the gate.

1 John 1:6-9
If we say that we have fellowship with Him and yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth; but if we walk in the Light as He Himself is in the Light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus His Son cleanses us from all sin. If we say that we have no sin, we are deceiving ourselves and the truth is not in us.

Ephesians 2:13
But now in Christ Jesus you who formerly were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ.

Colossians 1:19-22
For it was the Father’s good pleasure for all the fullness to dwell in Him, and through Him to reconcile all things to Himself, having made peace through the blood of His cross; through Him, I say, whether things on earth or things in heaven. And although you were formerly alienated and hostile in mind, engaged in evil deeds,
Hebrews 10:19-22
Therefore, brethren, since we have confidence to enter the holy place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way which He inaugurated for us through the veil, that is, His flesh, and since we have a great priest over the house of God,

1 Corinthians 10:16
Is not the cup of blessing which we bless a sharing in the blood of Christ? Is not the bread which we break a sharing in the body of Christ?

John 6:53-57
So Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink His blood, you have no life in yourselves. “He who eats My flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day. “For My flesh is true food, and My blood is true drink.”
1 Corinthians 11:27
Therefore whoever eats the bread or drinks the cup of the Lord in an unworthy manner, shall be guilty of the body and the blood of the Lord.

Hebrews 10:28-31
Anyone who has set aside the Law of Moses dies without mercy on the testimony of two or three witnesses. How much severer punishment do you think he will deserve who has trampled under foot the Son of God, and has regarded as unclean the blood of the covenant by which he was sanctified, and has insulted the Spirit of grace? For we know Him who said, “VENGEANCE IS MINE, I WILL REPAY ” And again, “THE LORD WILL JUDGE HIS PEOPLE.”

***

***