Laululindude lennuk

1.

Laululinnud, kodus-võõrsil, kel ei ole pealael aset;

pole pesa, milles lõõri lüüa pangarahu varjus.

Kaarnad, varesed ja hakid, lõokesed ja pääsulinnud;

kotkad, leevikesed, vindid, pasanäärid, tedrekanad...

Kõik te teinud ilusamaks ehakuma rannamuulil;

kasteheina metsaviirud, tanumale sündind kännud.

Virvatuled udulooris meenutama jäävad hõire –

luuletaja mahitusel, lellepoja meenutusel –

kuidas kalpsas emand Haavik, kuhu müttas Ott ja Susi.

Tammepuude kohinaga vahtralehed tantsisklemas;

oravad ja põlluhiired virmaliste saatel helas...

2.

Laululinnud, leidke asu, kasvõi pehkind tüve otsas;

mesilinnud tõuru õõnes, kelle põdrapullid tehtud.

Ons ju lausur sõnastanud: „Sööjast söök ja vahvast magus!”

Rohkenedes ärgu kadu teie värsse roostetagu...

Mehepojad, kodutütred – Eesti rahva saba, sarved;

sarvikud ja paharetid, metsa jäetud sohilapsed.

Vaimust jäetud hooranaiseks, hingest heitud kõrbesohu;

kes te kandlekeelil ruja karjapoisil sõrmitsete.

Torupilli jorinaga, parmupilli manitsesel;

sündind hulgi vemmalvärsse, pomeriime, pastoraale;

lugulaul-sonetipärgi tammelehtedega krooniks.

3.

Laululinnud, tehke pesi kasevitste nõialuudes;

nõiaringi puravikes, kärbseseente vardja tõivus.

Seal, kus koprad teinud tammi, tihnik kasvand padrik-laaneks;

vaikse vulinaga ojal, kiiliparve marsitaktis.

Leinakased, haavatüved teile tunnismehiks olgu;

vader-reinud ümmardajaiks, hallivatid rajakiviks.

Sinilindu vannutades, kaarnakivi õnnistades;

sõnajala õitemeres, ussipiimas murtud leivas...

Tulge kadund pojad-tütred, esivanemate Taarid;

laineid randa laksutama, udusulgi peksma tõrres:

tungalterist, sitaseentest, hundijalast tehke saia!

4.

Laululinnud, jääge maale, laotage end laibakoormal;

sõjas sõtkut' keha lävel, vankriratta augutäitel.

Rüütlid, paladinid, ratsud lõhkund vaime seina ääres;

kes kõik raamatute järel, aknaist välja pilastatud.

Kirju kuub, kes naeris neitsit, Kalev-poeg, kui tegi untsu;

omaenda lihas-veres, näkiks naerdu jooksis lahes...

Ärgu sellepärast vaiki jäägu teie koonud, nokad:

laulge kasvõi tähepalgel – kuule, päiksele ja ööle!

Hämariku viimsel sammul, siis kui jalad jäänud raskeks;

koidukiired hilinesid, ehatähed häbenesid...

Siiski laulge enda pärast, Eesi rahva kestvust kandke!

5.

Laululinnud, kuidas öelda – kurk on kähe, sõnad otsas;

mõte Põhjas, teod Idas, lõuna Läänes vahel jäetud.

Tahaks käristada sooli teie tarupuude ümber;

tasuks kõigi hetki helgiks, mis te laules põlistanud.

Müüriks ennast männipalki, kuuse alla unustuses;

ilma tähiseta hauda, et ei lahkuks kodumullalt –

Isamaalt ja Emakeelest, esivanemate meelest;

kui vaid saaks teil suitsutada märgulõkked taevasmaani!

Eemal peletada saanid, kauba-taanid, kuusevargad;

viinavines kakerdajad, kõmunäljas turumoorid:

Kõik, kes sõna valetavad, vanaemad tsikli vastu...

6.

Laululinnud, tulge koju – kure kannul, luige tiivul;

lapsi kaevu ära peites, sõmeraga körti süües.

Ärge taganege enam, haldjanagi olge terved;

kui ka pole külast koerad seakarjal teile haukund.

Teie pärlid pisarates, mis said higis-veres küntud;

ärge neid siis korstnas arvel, oma meele äärte taga

ulgumisse, hambakirnu jättes maha raskemeeles...

Vikat külvand teile hambaid, koot ja kõblas rajapiire

nihutanud sirtsusohu, potilaadal, pärapõrgu;

siiski ärge meelt veel heitke, olge vahvad, olge julged! –

Kui ka võõra laeka sunnil tullaks teie vastu sõtta...

7.

Laululinnud, telgivaiad – kes võiks peletada mutte;

nende auke ja ka kõdu, nahahiirtel kali lahja?

Siiski ärge alla vandes ema südant üles andke;

nagu Kalevite poeg kord isa tarkust müütas kehvaks.

Aga teie Memme musid ja ka Isa malga hoobid;

ärge neid küll põõsa viskes uuteks kombeiks põlastage!

Kõugud, maugud, moorid, ätid – kandke neid, kui juukseid õlul;

ärgu nemad Tahma-Toomaks teie seltsis kahanegu.

Lapsukesed teie juurde õpetust ja tarmu laulma;

ikka võtke neljal kämblal, vägilaste uljal tahtel!

8.

Laululinnud, vaiki jäänud on te kojad ja ka põllud;

pole ühtki ega teistki, sauna nurgast pirisemas:

lesenaise kasutütrel tarkussõna kahetsemas...

Kes võiks laulda nooreks Hiied, jutlustada raiut' saared;

kännu otsa istutades, tamme otsa uueks ladvaks?

Et ta varjus tormi pakku võiksid tulla metsa loomad

ja ka putukad ehk linnud, sipelgate seljas Triinud...

Lepikutes lepitatud, poodud Jürid hanitatud;

suhu pandud hõbemündid, nagu katku-vaimu märgid.

Kilter, Kubjas, Aidamees – ikka valitsuses veel –

sellepärast suupeal kukkund, käodki munad jätnud patta.

9.

Laululinnud, kiviheites tahaks teid taas sünnitada;

okseloigust välja püüda, virtsalehast õngitseda.

Setukate sandilaagrist, ruunat' täkke tahaks teha

endiseks ja märakarjas uhkeks jälle harjutada.

Kellel mune, kellel kana, kellel riistu pühalikult;

tahaks oma lihast võtta, luudest-üdist ohvriks tuua!

Kolba annaks teadjal peekriks, seljaroogu tundjal sauaks;

mõistjal küljeluust teeks kandle, lausujale nahast hame!

Verest mõdu, sapist mürki – küti noolte teravikku...

Kui vaid teaks, mis rahuks tarvis, et te linnud naaseksite;

tagasi, kus kodukotus, auku vajund tared, tallid.

10.

Laululinnud, aga mitte, kõrgist kojast ärge minge

oma kuube ega kirvest tagaselja laenutama;

ega tooma tuppa härrast, kes ei malda viisku salli –

matusele tuleb killas, lesenaise veimevakas! –

Kuidas rüütel matsi manu, tuleb kosja sinu kulul?

Ikka pirru valgel vargsi, kaugeil mägedeil võib puhu;

metsavennaks, laanetütreks – luuletaja rahus tulla.

Et ei saaks sa päitseid pähe, kaevukooku kulinates;

hõbehäälel kõrisema – igat sinu sammu needma.

Ära naerma neitsi paelad, tõurastama tornilinnuks;

Karuks istus vangitormis – sul ei ole vaega toota!

11.

Laululinnud, kirvepojad – Emajõkke risti löödud;

saage jälle varre otsa, sõnad võtke tõrre põhjast!

Kasvõi püksid, mis on vana pagan likku virrutanud;

võtke sellest endal julgust, põlved uueks jutustada.

Võtke laest ja võtke taevast, mullarammust, pihupoistest;

lõhkend künast, vähi sõrast, tõrvapapist, prügikalast.

Munamäkke lokku lööma, Kaera-Jaani maha saama;

Murueide tütreid naima, vihakoore põrmustama.

Teiba aetud irvel kolbad munakividega kõrvu:

laulge vabaks Eesti rajad – lapsed tuppa veski ajjast;

seitse venda kaevandusest, Tuhka-Triinu ahju sülest!

The Faith of the Sons of Skeva

„Then some of the itinerant Jewish exorcists took it upon themselves to call the name of the Lord Jesus over those who had evil spirits, saying, “We exorcise you by the Jesus whom Paul preaches.” Also there were seven sons of Sceva, a Jewish chief priest, who did so. And the evil spirit answered and said, “Jesus I know, and Paul I know; but who are you?” Then the man in whom the evil spirit was leaped on them, overpowered them, and prevailed against them, so that they fled out of that house naked and wounded. This became known both to all Jews and Greeks dwelling in Ephesus; and fear fell on them all, and the name of the Lord Jesus was magnified.” Acts 19:13-17 (NKJV)

Why is it so important to lament and rant about the faith and misconduct of some Jewish exorcists who messed up? What is my damage? Am I feeling a little bit xenophobic or antisemitic towards them? No, I just want to show off that there is no difference between what the Sons of Skeva did, and what the Christians do in their churches, with the implication that we claim to have the Sermon of the Mount, but in real it should be accounted like the Israelites had the Ark of the Covenant in 1Sam 4:1-11 They got it all-right and then they lost it to the philistines because of the screwing around of the sons of Eli in the office of God while Eli never schooled them to repent from that! For how can you claim to have something, what you never use. Do you have salt, then its locked up in a jar inside your shelf and when you never take it out to flavor your dishes? So how can be proclaiming to have the Sermon of the Mount be of any difference to that, when you never live according to that? Tell me about it!

Lets go back to our actual passage – the Sons of Skeva, who's father was the chief priest – the Estonian version calls him “Arch-priest” so something like a bishop instead of a reverend – must have been very notorious, for its not very like Jewish tradition to state a persons name and not write more about their genealogy. I mean that bishop was referred through his sons, who messed up and not the other way around – there is no passage of who was his father and mother or what linage he is off. I mean, the same author, who wrote the Gospel of Luke, also wrote the book of Acts and in Luke 2:36 the writer can tell that the Prophetess, who saw Jesus and his parents, was namely the daughter of Phanuel; from the tribe of Asher and so on positive regards about her. I mean she was a woman – those get less regarded by Yews and sometimes even by Christians for men must come first – and not God (ironic sarcasm) But no such inquiry about the bishop. I guess, just as with Eli, there was nothing positive about to say and the writer avoided any contact of possible gossiping against fellow Jews when he wanted to write about the Gospel to Teophilos (Acts 1.1) a wealthy Roman contributor who wanted to know more about this new and obscure faith called “Christianity”

So the Sons of Skeva there exorcists by profession – which suggests that til that moment, the passage is referring to, they there successful. First they there successful in exorcising demons with probably the Torah or some other means, and then started to use the name of “Jesus Christ who Paul preaches” for they did not want the demons to get confused which Jesus they meant. I mean that name is as common in Israel as John Smith or Jack Lee today in America. And at first it really worked, for why else would the narrator commend them for being exorcists and attempting to use that formula? But then came the day when a demon asked for license and registration to verify that those guys are really somehow connected to This Jesus, who is proclaimed by Paul. And the Sons of Skeva could not deliver, for they didn't got any!! No personal relationship with Jesus, no knowledge and recollection of the Sermon of the Mount. I mean, being the sons of a bishop they must have heard everything what it was to hear about Jesus til Calvary and what happened afterwards with the remaining disciples. They had no excuse in saying: “Oh, gosh, we didn't know about that!!” And still they would go like that, for they thought that Christianity is as good as Judaism and its just jet another way of viewing the Torah and all the other ways are ok too, so no need to repent or change your life according to the teachings of Jesus Christ (Mat 5-7)

And it failed so miserably… I'm not saying this to prag against Jews and bully them around for not having Jesus. It's a quiet reminder that we don't got Jesus too. This could be us there – the Sons of Skeva, so respectable; so successful; so loved and adored; so envied and hoped to go to Heaven one day… I mean who else would go to Heaven except an exorcist? Tell me about it! (Luke 14:7-11; 15-24; 15:11-32; 16:19-31; 17:11-19; 18:1-17; 19:1-40) and that demon didn't buy their act anymore and got a hold of them so bad, that was able to strip them from their clothing tearing it apart from them, letting them run away naked. I mean it's the worst thing to Jews and Muslims to be seen naked on the street. Once king David even started a war because of that, how his ambassadors there treated, and they lost only they beards and the cloths underneath – but in here the sons of Skeva had to make a run for it completely naked – nothing to cover it up!! Like the daughter of David, when she was raped by her own brother, tore up her clothes to show out her shame that she was spiritually dead now and had to live for the rest of her life in her older brothers house like a widow, while never even being married. That older brother, who later killed that rapist brother and had a coup against the father and was killed hanging on a tree because he was too proud about his beautiful hair and got stuck!! I mean, doesn't it look like so us, that we also get stuck with our lives like we're Abshalom and too proud about our hair (ego; teachings etc.) We just fail to cut them to size to be like Lord Jesus Christ, because that doesn't sound and look so awesome. I mean, I can totally understand the sons of Skeva doing this. They wanted to be important and hip; avant garde and on the wave, but the wave came crashing on top of them and took their board away, they there surfing and cruising on… Doesn't it look like us Christians, in the church, when we speak about Lord Jesus Christ? Don't we also have the faith of the brothers of Skeva who saw something working and thought they could copy-paste it into their ministry, while never understanding what the point was?

The point is not, that demons could obey you, and leave, but that your name is in the book of Life (Luke 10:20) Why is your name in the Book of Life? Because Jesus told you so AFTER you worshiped Him for real and did some REAL obedience not before as credit due! I mean if you're not able to extinguish match-sticks you should not attempt to fight super fire type of forest fires. I mean no fire fighter brigade hires arsonists!! They get fired immediately they're detected and unfortunately, some peoples lives, who are trying to play Big Christian are like an arsonist trying to be a fire fighter… And that's not even a joke, for if it there, I'm not laughing on it… maybe its a yoke instead… a steeled yoke, like the one Hananiah, the son of Azur made, when he was cheer leading to king Zedekiah of Judah Jer 28:1-17 and that prophet died according to the say of prophet Jeremiah, who's say he despised for being uncool and not patriotic enough. Aren't we in danger of the same judgment as Hananiah or the sons of Skeva for doing our cheer leading sermons what can't help anybody, unless they produce real Mat 5-7 worship in our lives and not on Mars there we're catching some Elephants from Neptune and eating a Snickers bar and tying our laces on our Nike shoes and wearing a white shirt what says “Born again” – and the credentials of our church or denomination… for it is so god damn hard? Tell me about it! No Sermon of the Mount – No life!

Before you start fighting off demons for you're born again and want to show to the rest of the world how awesome you are and how awesome is Jesus who you love and know that “Jesus saves” then know this. When the devil was tempting Jesus, to jump off the roof of the temple, for God will surely cast his angles out to save him from death, lest to let Him even hurt his little toe. And Jesus said: “You shall not tempt the Lord your God!” Luke 4:9-12 Don't try to act in contempt like you're Louis Lane and Jesus is Superman who has to come to the rescue whenever the bad guys toss you out of the window like queen Jezebel or do you want to die like the real queen Jezebel died!

(2 Kings 9) – the dogs ate her corps and there was nothing to bury of her, just like told by the prophet who spoke against her, and so will be you, when you live in iniquity and contempt, believing that God cannot go back on His word once He has saved you… Of course he can! Every boss can fire his contractor who doesn't fulfill his contract!! What's so hard in that? You see him doing what you didn't ask him to do; you talk to him personally and tell him to do something; still he wont do it; you send other more adept workers to talk to him and if he still dost not get it, you fire him – how hard is that? And it's happening all the fucking time… Halleluyah!

Before you exorcise demons, exorcise yourself in the teachings of Jesus Christ as told in Mat 5-7. I mean how can you ask a demon to leave a body if you cannot even ask yourself to stop being mad at your family and friends for petty things or say “NO” to even the tiniest vice or weakness in your life. Can a corrupt cop rebuke a corrupt official in the government? No he can't, for the corrupt official has more chances to prove the corrupt cop wrong before that manages to even prove the corruption of the official of a government and thus stopping it. Please don't do that, you will die there. First go into your prayer room and ask Lord Jesus Christ for permission to do what you intend by laying the case in front of his feet and ask His guidance whether or not this is even your deal – for it is not the You who should get credited for the copyright of your faith is not on you but on Lord Jesus Christ, so you need His permission and not your own assumptions of the scripture! The problem is not, that Jesus cannot save or the scripture is wrong. The problem is that mostly we are living corrupt lives and don't fast in our spirit enough. I mean even the disciples of Jesus Christ had problems with it, so why not you? Mark 9:14-29 Don't do it for yourself so you would be credited for your awesomeness, but do your life and every breath you take to Lord Jesus Christ! Or are you the kind of fire fighter who makes a selfie in front of a burning house what he is gonna help out to put it up on his Youtube; Twitter and Facebook account figuring how to spell words like “Steadfast”; “Resolve”; “Vigilance” etc. to use them sparingly in your reference so you wont waste peoples time with a too long passage, at the same consecutive time as a woman is screaming at a window with her kids and the other fire fighters are hating your guts while doing the real job! I mean, don't you dare saying now that its the fault of Facebook; Twitter; Youtube etc. that your are such a fool and can't handle those mediums in the right way. What does it matter, if you can edit a video and peace it together, then you cannot edit Mat 5-7 into your life and live according to it? I mean you are already wasting the time of Lord Jesus Christ your Savior, who is about to cut you down!! Why are you even doing this?? Mat 5:30; Luke 13:6-9 We are Gods limbs and he can cut us down like he said to us! Amen! Halleluyah! I watch Youtube and the topic “Exorcism” and how Christians highlight they awesomeness… Really? So very Christian! Lord Jesus Christ got credited with it when somebody showed a demon-possessed woman talking to the pastor and the congregation? Does the FBI show off how they fight Crime bosses; or does the CIA rant about their doings like James Bond does in the movies? And you still don't see the problem with it?? But I just have a problem with those so called Christians who haven't yet met the demon of the sons of Skeva, for I really wish they would do that, and stop they meddling with the real Lord Jesus Christ and his work in this world. Less fabulous gossip and white noise, more Mat 5-7 or else!! I mean, don't listen to me, who am I, to tell you about it, read the passages what I produced and listen to that!! Be the back-ground so that Lord Jesus Christ could be the star of the show; the main event – don't go up stealing the show of Lord Jesus Christ; don't be the show-stopper – for it's not about YOU – it's about Lord Jesus Christ!! No Sermon of the Mount – No life!! Amen Halleluyah!!

For if you live according to the teachings of Lord Jesus Christ, demons will leave themselves like real criminals run, then they hear real sirens of police, but not on children, running on the street and crossing their door step and shouting “Freeze – You have the right to remain silent!” Think about that. Tell me about it, if I am wrong with it. What's it gonna be Faith of the sons of Skeva or faith in the Lord Jesus Christ according to Mat 5-7? No Sermon of the Mount – No life!

PS This sermon was written while listening to:

https://youtu.be/fYWQ9MZq1TQ

https://youtu.be/7YJLPeIK8yQ

https://youtu.be/m4oZZhpMXP4

Have a nice day and Godspeed

How to read „Resolve”

Sometimes I have this feeling that you guys don't understand me at all. That you have this feeling that you're talking to a Christian saint or at least an heroic Christian who has those things sorted out. For you write so much and so awesome and so perfect as one has told to me – how can you be possibly down, how dare you! Well, because Christianity is not about me and you, but about the personal relationship with Lord Jesus Christ and his teachings and without that all my scribbles are worth like your toilet paper, after you have used and flushed it – I allow you to wave to it Good-bye if it's still so important to you that I can write poetry…

Ok, still not getting it, so let us turn to one of my awesome poetry samples what I have written and how I read them. Let us take “Resolve” for example:

1.
I am the light that protects the meek
I am the hand that consoles, who weep
I am the shoulder that carries the weak
not only today but on every week.

2.
Every year and every hour;
if suns ablaze or nightfall scours
the crimson lights of fading dawn
may my lips never quiver; my reason yawn.

3.
This is no vacation; my life is no tower
no one shall block my pass, no boulder -
scolding friends or mentors who older
nobody's hearsay no words: "that told her"

4.
I am the heart that loves to be hurt;
I am the truth that God wrote to the earth -
nobody else to push him before;
no different angle; no later found score.

5.
Like a chain-mail of iron; a white skirt,
I will protect those who are broken and hurt.
Let me love, Jesus, let me be more,
be my image to others, like heavens door.

6.
If I shall strider on plains and through moor;
let me be first to fashion the road.
No lion or boar or wild who roams
shall make me falter; my posture to moan.

7.
I am the answer to prayers cast;
I am the gatekeeper who enters last:
Be your Grace to the world, my judgment fast,
that no one who you love may get lost and past.

I mean stansa one is already impressive, for it gives the impression of a worked out spiritual athlete who can do it all. But wait, you're reading it wrong, it should be read with the thought in mind as like C.S. Lewis stated about never teaching about how to overcome a sin unless he had a problem with it and then admitting to incest. The same here – I don't admit to “protecting the meek; consoling who weep; being the shoulder who carries the weak” and that on a regular bases because its business as usual to me but because I have so much trouble doing it in a straight forward and honest way, without falling into some kind of bribery there I expect things back from people. Very often I have even a problem in talking nice to people, you should see me in the morning then I haven't had my coffee. It is meant as a prayer like in “Oh Lord, give me those things, or I will mess up and be no good for you!” kind of thing…

Stansa two is also impressive like I don't know the word “Fatigue” or “Relent” or “Surrender” or “Defeat”. It sounds so bold, it must mean to you, then I enter the building like the Terminator or Elvis, all the demons and bad folks are running away scared while I wreac havoc around them and take what I like and want! Amen? Just like in success theology… Halleluyah?

No, it comes from the fact that I'm a lazy couch-potato mostly and sometimes it takes a lot of effort to get me going so I would do even the slightest,… and moaning for boredom is so natural to me that I could do Shikamaru Nara impressions how to make a run for it and chicken out of chores and stuff to do. Lord Jesus, has to remind me literally all the time why am I doing this all, and all though I am already 35 I still mess those things up and are challenged in the real joys of Heaven Fil 2:18; 4:4; Deut. 5 12:7,12; Mat 28:9 For we should be always happy that we got Jesus, but sometimes I just don't feel like it… so in here I remind myself of that.

Stansa three, line one:“This is no vacation my life is no tower” Mat 21:33-44;Luke 14:28-30 I mean Christians constantly build tower over tower over tower in our sermons that you could build at least Three Chinese walls; eight empire state buildings and eleven Vatican churches with it. And the poor would still be hungry and I would be like listening to Eminems Walk a mile in my shoes: “I designed the tears of a clown!” If there is a passage in rap music, what has moved me, then its that. This sincerity what we Christians so often lack to admit our defeats and pretend like we're Superman version 7.7.7 adding up to it that the neighboring church has version 6.6.6 so don't go to there, come to us!! Halleluyah!

And then we are even amazed why that wont make people swoon, like Black canary in Batman, the Brave and the Bold wasn't quite impressed of Music Maister's tunes. It really hurts my pride that Christians are more like Music Maister than Jesus, and there is no Batman nor Joker to stop them on that… I don't know why people won't go to church, please tell me about it!! (sarcasm and irony)

You know the signs in comedy shows that says applause – churches should have signs like “sarcasm” “Irony” or “Hell is hot” so we could flash those so people wouldn't listen to our sermons too much and neglect the teachings of Jesus Christ found in Mat. 5-7. If no Sermon of the Mount then no life. And you can write that on your bumper sticker and not born again, and see how people start treating you if you don't live according to it – for this is a statement! Amen!

Lines two and three: I mean I'm a really nice guy and like to get along with people so the most trouble I have with telling about it to people I respect and adore. For instance I had a prophetic word for my pastor about accepting that office that it wont prevail (Js 22:22-25) and I just couldn't give it to him so I gave him only half the passage the key of David thing – and he really worked himself into sickness and quit his office; and church and lives now in Elva and not in Tartu – and I am also not a member of any church right now, so if such kind of things are important to you, don't listen to me… I quit my church on December 3^rd for burn out and various other spiritual reasons mainly that we treated ourselves like we're better off than the rest of the world, and this just wont do in the light of the teachings of Jesus Christ or what I even pray in this poetry. So no tower buildings and no backing off and cutting slack to mentors for our tower should be Jesus Christ! Halleluyah!

Fourth line of third stansa is about gossiping namely boys gossiping towards girls to show them off.

And I have been erring in this faculty a lot, how not to talk with and respect girls. I mean I masturbate and watch porn and that had altered my perception about girls, mostly I would love lesbian witch kind of girls who are dressed like emo-goths but that's another issue not to mention the bondage and S&M… I have a lot of problems treating girls right, one of the reasons I talk and hang out with children on the internet so it would be much harder to be that tirty minded. For lust is no laughing matter and has destroyed many a Christian over the course of history…

Fourth stansa line one doesn't mean that I'm always compassionate – sometimes I work better and impress myself but mostly I really mess up with Compassion and are offended about no mans business and not about real things what should be the concern of a Christian.

“I am the truth that God wrote to the earth” Look how bold and proud it sounds, like I would be really something divine what will change peoples lives, but it actually means the notion then you're as the sand in the beach as movable and pliable by Gods finger that He can even write into you – and then comes the wave and washes it away and nobody knows it – except for you and Jesus of course. No encore and brave stand to be famous but just true witness and fasting in the spirit inside your prayer room for yourself so you could be available for God and notice Him. Do you know how Yandere Rev 3:20 really is. Jesus goes always like “Notice me, please notice me senpai!” and we're like “Fuck you! Groupie! I don't have time for this...” and do our own life and service and stuff to find out in Heaven that Jesus doesn't even know us Christians for we didn't do anything for Him but only served iniquity and Mammon! And that's a sad thing to know about oneself…

Third and fourth line in fourth stansa is the Christians “I will pray for you” lie which simply means, that you'll do absolutely nothing, not even flinging 50 cents to some request you deemed irrelevant and not working anyway but there to cynical and hypocrite to say it in the face what you really thought about this or that fellow in Christ… I know that there are real prayers in the world but to my experience they happen in secret. A mother who is worried that her son would die due to drugs wont say it to the son she is praying for, but is doing it inside her heart, while vowing to kill each and any individual she finds suspicious in that matter, and is monitoring any alien sub what comes too friendly talking to that son she assumes to be susceptible to drugs. She wont even tell it to her church nor anybody for how do you share such a thing!

Stansa five speaks about the same thing as https://youtu.be/poBqfF8SdNo; https://youtu.be/44hC4yT-ZEM; https://youtu.be/Huau8Wky3gg; For I am not doing it because I am always safe, although sometimes, then I look at my life its much more safe than the lives of people I encounter, but I got Jesus, so what am I gonna do about it… How I would wish to give people Acts 3:6 How I would love to make people spiritually walk, but alas, Christians are like blind beggars who cant hear nor walk and that breaks my heart. Why can't we follow the Sermon of the Mount which is the essence of Christianity!

Stansa six is the repetition of stansa 2 for there goes a saying in Estonia: “Repetition is the mother and Grandmother and Great-Grandmother of knowledge” If you don't get it once do it more times til you get it. As long as you get it. No yawning; no boredom – for we are not pawing the way to hell with our good intentions. We want more than good intentions or even good vibrations as a song once told, we want to mean business! We want Jesus Christ in our lives according to Mat 5-7 Amen!

Halleluyah!!

The seventh stansa is the finale and like any and all finales, you can't really enjoy it if you haven't understood what was about previously. So if you're not doing it for Jesus Christ to have Him in your life and have Mat. 5 – 7 in your life as your creed then there is no point in prayer the end of that poetry. For why would you possibly want to be the gatekeeper who enters last because he is too busy of getting the headless chickens in who still linger in this world and ought to be saved not by me but by the Word of God – Lord Jesus Christ!! Amen Halleluyah! I mean if you don't mean it like that it's totally ok to admit to that, but it's not ok to try to fake it and pretend to win my respect for that doesn't count for anything in Heaven. You should be wooing lord Jesus Christ by doing Mat 5-7 that will surely impress Him but not me. For do you try to convince your letter from your boyfriend/girlfriend that you're in love or do you pick up your phone and call or meet that one you love instead? Tell me about it! Then why would you try to convince me, who I am just like a letter from God to you, although sometimes I wish I wouldn't be so smeared and tattered and in a script that is not so tiny or neon flashy as the sound of silence said https://youtu.be/u9Dg-g7t2l4 I wish I would be more genuine like Jesus Christ was in this world, and that's what this prayer is all about!

Get real Christians, no Sermon of the Mount – No life! Amen Halleluyah!!

Put me down

1.

I feel my scales go south and my weights fatigue;

all my fruits are spoiled and my wells spat in.

The walls, there I piss, those derelict walls magnifique;

rabbit- and fox holes scouring my basement brick by brick.

My heart like a heavy cauldron – so full of Sin,

what vice or perversion has not had its evil grin

in me, oh Lord Jesus, could you put down this sick!

2.

I want to go yonder and embrace your Word for real,

but all my life like fairy-tales and sunny meadow chase

around the butterflies and daffodils has been.

Nothing more sinister, than a teddy-bear have I seen.

Protected there my quiet prayers, when my hand did race

to scribble runes and poetry combined to heroic face…

Put me down, Lord Jesus, like you did Peter, for how can I redeem!

3.

How can the proud and the rich witness you, my Lord –

I know more slander words and curses, than Michael Jordan

can dunk basketballs or agitate the people on my own accord

like a serpent slivers for the birds nest word for word!

How will I suffer my neglect and petty attempts afford, man?

All those sermons so haughty, like I was you – God damn!

All those ears, what sought you, I struck down with my sword…

4.

Have I not denied you more than are pages in Webster's;

more often taken offense for matters I wasn't heeded?

Yet I draw breathe and see like Jacob your gates hipstered;

running from my cons like a white raven – a trickster!!

Why would you require my service – am I needed;

my finger is heavier as my loin, my spirit undefeated –

there is the cross in my life, like hell, perhaps there…

5.

Depart from that wrench, for I am wicked and faceless!

What has the Holy of Holies to do with the likes of me?

Alas, it suffice that you'd think like on Calvary in distress

that zealot took his prayer onto you for shared mess –

you there innocent and did no crime – the same as he,

I am unworthy of you for your time – even my dreams

like nightmares of ivory distrust, so utterly graceless…

6.

Void are my teachings and lacking is my bad faith –

when someone bumps by accident, I rip his head in two peaces.

My hollow jokes and sarcasm like the presence of a wraith;

there I go past, as though Lady Death had vollied her scythe!

If I could find the Sermon of the Mount in my heart – just traces

of a drained river in the wilderness, as the crowds of ravens amasses;

vultures sircling in as the Bible has sayeth – –

7.

Put me down, Lord Jesus, just put me down and be done,

for your mercy rips me apart and devours me whole!

All the honeycombs have been loathed and to wormwood gone;

the cheers and snickers leaving me alone like a bum

lies naked in the dark street corners and black whales…

And I am no Jonah, so cut up that frame!

But you keep treating me with regards, like the lost son...

What did you look

(Mat 11:7-14; 12:7,8 Luke 10:40-42; Pro 27:6)

Why did you go to your rooftops,

little white raven – to behold?

How the wind is plowing on the crops;

how the knight is roaming, peasant stops?

Indeed, the merchant, was that your scold,

that he serves Mammon, not God, as told –

didst you see that in the desert so bold?

What did you look, when you looked for me;

in the desert, white raven, what was your request?

A lord in a manor, as dandy can be;

a knight on a horse or merchant with glee!

A reed what is not yet Superman to feast

your eyes in miracles or a furious beast?

Indeed, that is not, what you've seen!

What did you hope, then you traded with gold

and silver, white raven, to never account,

that is better to mercy than offer me sold:

for those deeds there never on my terms and mold.

Thousand words silence and don't know about –

obedience better, than the frenzied could shout,

for listen to Jesus, his teachings unfold…

Who is my prophet, who would witness in need –

the wounds of a friend are true and in love!

That you can call my servant indeed,

who rebukes you, white raven, to have you redeemed

from the shackles of boasting and falseness of lore,

what the blind scribe has altered; the breecher tore…

What love ever dares you, don't relent for a dream!

Ülemiste pastoraal

Ille-Pille-Ülle-Malle

Jaagup-Elmo-Tiit ja Kalle

Ülemistes väike pralle

konstaabel võttis õlle.

Võttis ühe, teise ka;

kolmandale kinnitas:

„Kui sa sõidad – joomata:

võidad elu, kaotab taak!

Aga kui ei söömata

jäta surma toomata...

siis on haual isad-emad;

pere kaheksates nemad:

seletavad; ohhetavad;

ahhetavad; peletavad –

Ikka süüdi mendi vaar,

aga mitte sõge jaan!”

Sellepärast oleks kenam,

kui ei kordama peaks enam.

Pidu hea, kuid purjed pahad;

las need mujal plagisevad!

Lipud lehvivadki hüvalt,

kui on teibas nende kehad!

Aga teie mehepojad

ja ka teie kodutütred,

ei te mitte nõnnamoodi;

ummamuudu litsiks tehtud.

Vaid, et kaelal pead ka kanda;

õla kohal mõtteteri –

Kapsad jätke kapsaaeda;

porgandid kõik kauba kotta;

tomatid ja õunadki,

parem näha riiulil...

Aga silm, sa põue ronid –

sinna jookseb üksnes sohik.

Ära ole elus võhik

või ehk hiljem nimeks nohik!

Kui on sinna liigne tuhin;

vuhin – sahin – ladva kohin;

mõmin – sebin – välja nohin...

küll sa varsti lippu kahid!

Kunni kummuligi tihid:

kes sa oled mul, blatnoi?

Vahest rooste ja ka koi,

rootsi kardinate taga

kauboid ja indid varsti vagad...

Muna õpetas kana ja käbi kukkus kaugele;

kännud jäid kuusest maha, männid saartega raugana

ei taha panna taha ettekäänet, mis kui vaha –

küünal voodi alla pandud. Vaka sisse naine kantud;

kaas lõi pähe, viskas villast – gaasi vajutatud sillast!

Ussi-Püssirohi-Raha ei võind kahju hüvitada.

Seitse rihma; karu nahka, kümme tarka võttis korstnast.

Muna õpetamas kana: pauk käis metsas, välgud Kärknas;

Vilsandi ja Killing-Nõmme tänagu veel tosin õnne,

kuradile mängupõrgu – mängutaevas jäänud võlgu...

Kehitame hange, õlgu; õlematte, seajalgu –

sõrad kobrutavad verest: „Tõde raske leida kõrvalt!”

Vasest; pronksist; kullast valest – kassile veel konte vahest.

Pimedale nägijale tuli nägemuste ale:

tüliks tühjaks kurimõrvaks; lakekrantsi joritõrvaks...

piinlik oli ainult nats – surin peas ja kohin hinges;

munn on hommikutti pinges: „Ons ta sõnn või talisman?”

Vahet nägi ainult vats, konn läks mööda, soniks kann...

Tagurpidi segi aetud, nagu Kadri Katil pöetud;

Karu solvus, murdis maha – päitsed pähe, aia taha!

Seitse muna seletavad: „Kus on kukk ja kes on kanad?”

Nali habemega, vana – „Tule üles, kiilaspea; kommi saad, ehk tappa, tea!”

Laste nali, kurvad silmad manas ette kurjad ilmad. Talvel kured ikka külmad;

jootusid ei kata ilma... Lasi metsa peatus naha parkida ja toolid, mersu

vanaemaks vahetada! Kes ei usu, Taaler siia! Põis ja Õlekõrs on šeffid...

Tuulikuina kurgus härjad nagu kaevu kaevatud;

aevastatud, vaevatud – küsi küsimust ja vasta:

„Kust saaks Kalev rauda osta?” Eno; Kristjan ja von Baer;

kas veel Eestlast leiad, hääl... käsi kari lasta määl,

mäele viimne vint on antud – teine lendas soojamaale!

Ohver põlatud sai tuntud, põhjusele üles küntud.

Rehi ehitamas põldu, lagi vastuse jääb võlgu.

Must on lagi, must on maag; sõelumisel selgub praak;

Euro kaks ja Dollar, kross – uppi vajus õhuloss!

Aga poes läks rasva saak: ei saa ümbert, üle ka!

Viska jõule; viska leili, näärivanal meeldib preili

lumehelbeke nii tasa – langes teine oksataha.

Teeme kaubaks veel mõnd tõde vaikib kuld ja laulab hõbe.

Sitt see tantsib Viljandisse sada vakka nõuab sisse.

Mulk ei nõudnud, Julk ei andnud – seinale kõik kirja pandud!

Hõbekõrid puhtaks tehtud, tinaviledel käib rehnut;

tinutatud kinni aknad, uksedki on nagu seinad.

Pühitud ka laud ja linik – leib on jahtund, katki kuivand;

oodata ei malda enam... Vallad purelevad: „Kenam?”

Kera kukkus lõngaotsast nagu kägu üle pesa.

Pauk sai tehtud luua varrest; õnnistusi sadas tõrrest:

põhjast, lõunast, idast, läänest – leti alt ja neitsi säärest.

Võrgutatud ahvenadki, havi püütud kilgi sobil.

Nipernaadi üritas veel hümni riigile ka luua –

aga naine lastega, seisis juba väravas.

„Kes on ema, kes on isa; kes on vennad-õed, mis kisa!”

ammumisi-tammumisi; valetpidi vandumisi -

pikad ninad nurga taga sõrmi selga kõverdavad;

osutavad kingaga – kuklasse ka hingavad.

Müüdud naerid, kostnud kapid; kopitama löönud vapid.

Kõigil rusik taskus – sappi vihkamises karjub appi...

kes veel tuleb sandil kosja toogu nõial luud ka majja;

pühi kolmat korda veel – varsti muudetud saab tee...

rajad ehas lõkendavad; koidukiirtes härmavalgel,

kuni Hämarik veel küünalt põletamas aknal kalbel.

„Kalev, tule tuppa sooja, tule-tule sugu looma;

sõnaga kõik korrutama, manitsuses tarmustama;

vannutama, kannustama; innustama, õnnistama!”

„Ei saa tulla, Põrgu lahti, Põhjas sõda salamahti;

Lõunas liit on surmaga, ei saa ilma tõurata!

Idas – Läänes värav tühi pole kohtumõistjat enam;

kingapaarigi ei küsi – pärisosa eest, vaid pähe

raputatud peotäis mulda, teine vaetud puhtas kullas.

Kuld see vaikib, räägib hõbe – tina kirjutab ja tõdeb:

„Mitte miski korrutatud jagatud ja lahutatud ikka null ei midagi, vahest mitte sedagi!”

Aga kui on palju nulle, nagu ajaks taga hulle;

pole hullu – pole nulli, killavooris leinab sunnik.

Kaalikad ja seened ka ei saa ilma Üheta!

Kärbse seened, Kuke seened; Puravikud Riisikad;

ussidel on palju teeneid, mida hõlmast susida.

Komandeeringusse vaja põrgupõhja kantseldama;

et ei liiga palju sugu väravast sealt sisse eksiks.

Leiger lubas anda kandle, Tallin sepistada lennuk;

üle Ülemiste jõudes, võtan Vetevana peale.

Neljakesi jõuab ikka augu kinni paigutada!”