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Hoarders of Land

19 Tuesday Aug 2025

Posted by Bill Watkins in Immigration, Poem, Poetic Blog, Poetry, Political, Spiritual

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Bible, Christianity, Faith, God, Immigration, Jesus, Joy, Love, Peace, Politics, Spirituality

ICE with their masks and guns
are hoarders of land, hoarding
land for a government that did
not create the land.

Might does not equal right, less
so if cowardly guns are your
choice for influencing a fight;
you have lost your way.

I myself while growing up on
stolen land was a racist bigot,
sure I was right because I was
white, dancing

somewhere between their march
and the fourth of July. Fireworks
celebrating bombs and guns’
theft of the night.

Who are we to hoard land? Did you,
Government, Create a Single Thing?
Who are you to hoard, cut off,
sequestering a river?

You wall off and divide, you say the
“illegal alien” is a criminal because
they were too poor to wait,
broke through our gate.

The poorest and last will be chosen
first, for the spiritually inclined,
perhaps heaven is a peace of mind;
treat all people with respect.

Treat the poor right, you bet, the
poorest among us perhaps in
God’s eyes the most blessed. The
white supremacist, too…

Who’s poorer than you? Be godlike
in this fight, seed to flower, the
war of staying above the plunder,
God’s thunder,

making us aware this world is
his or hers, not ours… Something there
is, said Frost, that doesn’t love a wall
and wants it down.

Something indeed. Something big and
loving, the same wind that created us,
life and this land made it all for all—
not just the white,

or those so skilled as to charge out
Mom’s womb on this side or another
of a political border. The old precepts
win, grant peace.

Sit back, melt down your guns
and embrace God, your fellow man,
woman, no matter their color or
nationality.

Your nationalism is a false god,
you cannot serve two masters so
love life and its Creator with all your
heart, soul and mind.

Law is man-made, a concept my
ancestors in Norway invented by
writing Things down, laying words
to rest on pages,

Never facts because language is
also a human invention. Something big,
loving and powerful bless us and help
us remember,

for like Merlin said it’s the “doom of men
that they forget.” Remember our place.
We did not make the mountains or
the rain.

Not the rainbow, not the joy we
feel, nor the pain. Love your
enemy, as the wise rebellious
rabbi used to say.

Hating him is too easy, a game
of fools leading us to endless wars
and locking down schools, uniformed
scoundrels claiming police-hood

scouring the hood cursing instead
of blessing, judging instead of
cheerleading. Its own curse.
No one feels it worse,

Than those agents sent by racist,
confused suits in red, white and blue.
Hoarders of land we did not create.
Change now, before it’s too late!

Real vs. Usurped Christianity

21 Friday Mar 2025

Posted by Bill Watkins in Christ, Christian, Christianity, Education, Poetic Blog

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Bible, Christianity, Faith, God, Jesus, John Locke, Joy, Love, Peace, Religion, Usurpation

-By Bill Watkins

***

As the true Tao cannot be spoken, real Christianity proves itself, needs no explanation. But in the face of the word’s prevalent misuse, I’ll venture out to define it, discuss it, and clarify as best I can. I consider myself an actual Christian, who tries to follow the word of God through Jesus in the four gospels most Bibles present.

There is nothing harmful in the gospels, but for many years people have usurped the name of “Christian” to do evil, commit violence, and as my indigenous friend and writer Steven Newcomb asserts, to dominate others. Domination, evil and violence are absolutely not found in Jesus’ message to his disciples and the world. Because of that very fact, I contend, Christianity has been a perfect target of usurpation: to steal the pure and good for evil purposes.

The middle age Crusades drew a Christian cross on their shields, killed people for land. No credible interpretation of Jesus’ teachings would claim the rebellious Nazarene Rabbi wanted this. Any gospel references to the “sword” seem metaphorical, as Jesus’ overriding singular teaching above all others was Love. Love your neighbor as yourself. Love your enemy. Repent, and the other twenty-plus Jesus commandments in the Book of Matthew have nothing to do with the Papal writings that greenlit the Crusades and later the many abuses of European “Discovery.” In his Romanus Pontifex of 1454, Pope Nicholas V called on Catholics:

…to invade, search out, capture, vanquish, and subdue all Saracens and pagans whatsoever, and other enemies of Christ…

Aha! Enter the Catholicism versus Christianity debate. What is a Catholic? What is a follower of the Church that descends from Rome, home of the Romans who killed Jesus? To me the Catholic Church mixes the Bible, Christian views, idolatry and Roman polytheism enough for me to consider it somewhat alcoholic, confused with occasional gospel teachings that save lives.

English enlightenment thinker Sir John Locke was undoubtedly aware of usurping Christ to commit evil acts, when he wrote a treatise on usurpation, including this tidbit:

It is vain for any man to usurp the name of Christian, without holiness of life, purity of manners, benignity and meekness of spirit.

The above quote the perfect response to a reader ready to hit me with the invalid “No real Scotsman” fallacy in this Real v. Actual Christian debate. The “No Real Scotsman” fallacy does not apply to Christianity because Scotsmen have no explicit written code to follow. True Christians do, and follow it over anything a human leader might say, be he a pope or king or whoever asking people to break Christ’s commands.

Or a president associating him or herself with “Christian Nationalism,” something that doesn’t actually exist. The two terms are at odds. Are oxymoronic. Man cannot serve two masters, saith the gospel: we must choose sometimes. In the case of being a Christian, a follower of Christ and his teachings, you cannot be one while at the same time worshipping a national flag, nation or government.

Go beyond words and declarations. See the truth underneath. Know whether someone is false or true “by their fruits,” recommended Jesus. Their words can say one thing, their actions another. So to say, “I’m a good Christian” as you judge, mistreat, kill and dominate others is to say, you are not an actual Christian. It is to say you are attempting to usurp the name of “Christian” to help you do evil.

And never forget our beliefs, which coincide with the teachings in which we believe. If an actual Christian, you will be certain that you cannot be a “good” Christian because “only God is good,” according to Christ. You wouldn’t put a cross on a shield and kill people, if a true Christian. You wouldn’t post “Christian” on your Twitter bio blurb, while you spew hatred against people who look and talk differently than you.

You would treat the word of God with respect, Jesus’ commandments as laws and never break them consciously. Writing “I’m a Christian” or “I’m doing this for God” is a lot easier than actually living Christian principles. “Do as they say, not as they do,” and “you will know [false prophets] by their fruits” were teachings to prepare us for the Fake Christian. The violent person posing as a follower of God.

The usurper. The thief. The wolf in sheep’s clothing. If you see, hear or spot one of those I’d recommend using Jesus’ words against them: “Get thee behind me, Satan.” Then carry on in the best way forward in your “holiness of life, purity of manners, benignity and meekness of spirit.” Do anonymous acts of kindness, pray in private, love your enemies, forgive to be forgiven and be such a Christian you’ll never have to say you are one.

Vex Not

13 Friday Dec 2019

Posted by Bill Watkins in Inspiration, Inspirational, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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Belief, Coaching, Coping, Cycle of Life, Faith, Heaven, Innocence, Inspiration, Inspirational, Inspire, Jesus, Longfellow, Overcoming, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Positive, The Cycle, Upbeat, Youth

Freedom1

We smile heading up the hill—

Vex not!

Life is but a game of thrills—

Vex not!

Every ill and fear is false evidence
appearing real, go to the mountain
top and tell God how you feel—

Vex not!

For the grave, as Longfellow did say
is not life’s goal, ashes to ashes and
dust to dust cannot cloud nor dirty
the soul—

Vex not!

Climb up or down do work every
single day.

Work is force multiplied by distance,
don’t worry!

Physics and science meet with the
spirit too,

in a place both artists and scientists
equally call truth.

Call on major forces to align and
believe, honestly

it’s the youth we want in you, not
the jaded adult

so off we go another day today,
doing everything we can

to be as children to enter heaven,
quoting gospels,

Then native American chiefs are next,
wisdom flows like waterfalls, good
luck trying to catch one, like sand
through hands, each rock a boulder
of cells in the universe under a
microscope,

Searching we seek,
Finding we found,
Asking the key step
after admitting we
can never do it all
alone…

Vex not!

It’s not as late as you think…

Vex not!

Time is such a relative thing…

Peace is at the end if we live and
love now like a child.

Be about it, and I’ll be rooting
you on from the clouds…

Vex not!!!!!

Not on my watch.

Vex not!

How about a game of hopscotch?

Vex not, love today then strong
and sure, read Longfellow, with
a firm and ample base—now,
And ascending and secure, Henry
and Henrietta—

Shall tomorrow find its place;

Vex not, or do, it’s whatever makes
that smile in you, do nothing.
Do everything.  We have to give it
all away sometime, so why not
grow a tree!

Vex if you want to, go with the
flow of all you dream to, there’s
the cycle, once on we live forever,
a comfort to the vexing type,
Give up all to get everything
tonight.

Love Your Enemy

05 Thursday Dec 2019

Posted by Bill Watkins in Gospel, Mexico, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry, San Miguel de Allende

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Gospel, Jesus, Joy, Love, Mexico, Peace, Poem, Poems, Poesia, Poetry, San Miguel de Allende, Word

Cross1

There’s talk of gang activity
in San Miguel de Allende
tempting many to fear, worry
or be angry.

Love your enemy.

They set up, they say, as if
evil is organized and linear—
threatening and killing shop
owners here.

Love your enemy.

People are people, somos
igual; gang members, white,
black, red, brown, purple,
policemen…

Love your enemy.

There’s an answer to all
strife, all hands seeking pay
or games with bedeviling drugs,
violence all—

Love your enemy.

Only God is Good

17 Monday Sep 2018

Posted by Bill Watkins in Education, God, Poem, Poems, Poesia, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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God, Gospel, Jesus, Joy, Love, Peace, Religion

We deify ourselves, to our
own detriment.  We throw the
ship off balance, forget our
place, and suddenly we imagine
we did this and created it all.

So we register, buy a car, sign
on with a “doctor” and do what
everybody else seems to be doing.

The goal to live a long time, right?

Only God is good, taught a rebellious
rabbi from Nazareth, and for those
who do not believe in God?  Find
a dictionary, or look at Google.com,
some place online, type in the letters,
G-o-d, and see the concept defined.

God exists.

***

Next, break away from all
convention, and all things you do
and have done because other
people said it was good.

Ads on TV splashing a flammable
liquid around in fancy glasses
and bars, telling you it’s great
to drink!

That man or woman in a white
coat telling you you have a grave
disease that requires much care,
stated with assurance and high
education, Latin terms and bull.

When was your last hike in nature?
When did you last discard your
wardrobe, walk naked in the
sun, feet on earth, taking in
the Great Spirit, a song in birds
sung, the click click of a squirrel
being chased by another squirrel,
the deer waiting for quiet to speak,
soft tracks by the creek? Jump in
it’s wet, cleansing and a reminder

we created nothing.

Only God is good, look it up—
I didn’t say it first, say it now,
not last, aware I prayed to God
for poetry and got it from my dreams,
prayed for a sense of humor,
and got it right away in a car burning
earth as it rained sunshine, cooler
than it seems.

Family Are Those

19 Sunday Aug 2018

Posted by Bill Watkins in Bible, Gospel, Poem, Poems, Poesia, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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Bible, Family, Gospel, Jesus, Joy, Love, Peace

Poor we find our true road,
born that, hand out from the start
yet no one criticizes babies for
being deadbeats.

Our blood lets us down, some
confused into thinking if I can
just make this biological clique
happy, impress this fifteen or so
people, this nuclear blah blah,

until you set out on your own,
having found God you say to them
“Nah, nah,” and you build friendships,
look up in a good book to see that
a rebellious rabbi once said,

“Family are those who do the will
of God.”

Those who are nice to you,
those who consider your feelings,
are open and loving with you—

your family, nothing to do with
sharing blood or genes, DNA or
the time of day,

We divorce ourselves from the clique,
say hello to the broad highway
to heaven, come with me—

Let’s walk it.

***

Poor we find our true road,
born that, hand out from the start
yet no one criticizes babies for
being deadbeats.

As children we enter heaven, not
as old, complaining adults.

Give to God your life that was never
really yours, and fear not.

Not death, not failure, not truth,
not lies, not the whip, not the cold,
not bitterness, not growing old.

Be the family you want to have
and get married.

To whatever you want to be, be
true, rest and see, relax and know
you never lost by not having a perfect
home, all redeemable on the road
to what you gloriously reap when
properly sowed.

Love

We’re All Up Here

25 Monday Jun 2018

Posted by Bill Watkins in Great Spirit, Native, Nature, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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God, Jesus, Joy, Love, Native, Peace, Spirit

At that time the disciples came to Jesus
and asked, “Who, then, is the greatest in
the kingdom of heaven?”
He called a little child to him, and placed
the child among them.  And he said:
“Truly I tell you, unless you change and
become like little children, you will never
enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore,
whoever takes the lowly position of this child
is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
And whoever welcomes one such child in
my name welcomes me.”

***

Jesus touted children.

Painted life a journey to discover
the one within us;
when discovered, ahh!  There you
are.  Like a Moana song, there
is your path, your best you…

Heaven.

***

Native Americans often pointed
to elders, at the other extreme.

Kids could not talk in groups; elders
with priority.

Shhhh.  We listen.  Listen to God,
the Great Spirit through an effort
at silence.

Breeze through trees, the leaves
a dance against the face of
wisdom, yielding a trickle-down
Reagan and Bush would envy.

The peace of streams.  That and more
we left behind when we sold all
to build our cities.

Get the Log Out

11 Monday Jun 2018

Posted by Bill Watkins in God, Jesus, Lao Tzu, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry, Political, Tao, Tao Te Ching

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Gospel, Gospels, Jesus, Joy, Love, Peace, Tao, Tao Te Ching, Taoism, Taoist, USA, War

“War is conducted like a funeral.
When many people are being killed,
They should be mourned in heartfelt
sorrow. That is why a victory must be
observed like a funeral.”
—Lao Tzu

It’s a tempting thing, to
criticize and judge everybody
else’s Tao Te Ching;

their way and truth, the what
they said and what they do.

“They need to de-nuclearize”
from a country with thousands
of nukes.

“Those MS-13 animals,” from
a country whose CIA backed the
murderers of El Salvador’s
Archbishop Oscar Romero.

We, the United States of
America, have a large log in
our eye, blinding us as we
seek to remove your splinter;

again and again we throw
weight around making noise,
as the old world shakes its head.

We “won” wars, which is
impossible, and ever since, have
thought ourselves great.

Wars are a necessary evil at best,
and should never be boasted
about—

Lao Tzu’s got a feel for that,
Jesus of Nazareth six hundred
years later with words from God

to keep us happily, humbly
separated.

Babel being built in every
modern city until the next
mass shooting tragedy, God
still picking targets with the
help of hell’s favorite angel;

“From there the LORD scattered
them over the face of the whole
earth.”

“I’m not good.  Only God is
good.”

“You cannot change the world.
It cannot be done!!”

But still we try, and we try,
which is why the United States
government often pulls splinters
out of the world, while failing
to remove the log from our
own eye.

The Search for Reason

31 Thursday May 2018

Posted by Bill Watkins in Alcoholism, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry, Relationships

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Gospel, Hardship, Jesus, Joy, Love, Peace, Relationships, Youth

Sometimes the closer you
delve—the farther you are from
the truth.

You must back up to see the forest
from the trees, they say, each
cliché with

elements of truth, so repeated
until there’s a catch—maybe
something

to be used or useful to people.

Often I get upset about what
someone does or says, then
investigate

into a black hole of unknowns;
so much so I start to think that
what could

be going on is above my paygrade,
like a deep problem in the person,
like alcoholism,

day drinking and depression. If
such a thing is going on, you
are liable

to get caught in bigger problems
than you bargained for, you keep
searching

and wind up in a haze of powers
bigger than yourself that have nothing
to do with you.

Approach life and its relationships,
even quick interactions, with small,
light,

gentle intentions.  “Be as this little
child” to get to heaven, said a wise
rabbi once.

Be small.  Be as the child.  Smile,
and never harbor grudges, deep or
dark adult

feelings, knowledge of the apple
eaten bearing its bad fruit—

don’t let it fester, do what the toddler
does, and smile.

To Throw a Stone

31 Thursday May 2018

Posted by Bill Watkins in Gospel, Jesus, Jesus said, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry, Religion, Sex

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It’s easy to judge.  It feels
good for a while, to size someone
up and find them wanting—
You see a flaw and flick it at them

To maximize damage, thereby
increasing the rush you feel, a cop
you steal, imbibing holier than
thou spirit, then…

You call a friend.  “Hey, look
at what so and so just did, said—
is or was!  Isn’t he or she a scandal,
where are the rocks?”

The what?

Let’s throw some rocks at him!!
Yeah!  Yeah!!

Throw rocks!

Wait, we don’t have any and I
can’t see you, this is a computer or
phone, everything’s online!!

“It doesn’t matter.  Tweet at him,
retweet ugly things, put downs and
all the ways you are better than him.”

#MeToo is truth and good, but
let’s stop short of throwing stones.

***

Sexual impropriety and crimes are
bad, but let’s stop short of throwing
stones!

Unless…

Unless ye, without sin, should you
want to step up, cast a big rock with
all the sin that you are not—

Go ahead.

Waiting…

***

No human without sin, it’s a long
wait, so let’s save it, breathe deep
and pray good thoughts for the sick
person who had a bad sex day.

Do unto others, as you would have
them do to you.

Do you want your mistakes shoved
in your face?

Or would you prefer everyone to
stay in their own lanes, try to
improve ourselves—

The judgement of others breaking
the eleventh commandment showing
no shame.

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