How Shall We Fill the Hole in Our Soul?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/13/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Ezekiel 13
Today something under the sun,
Interesting has begun,
Talk radio teaches rather large concepts:
Liberty’s profound precepts.
Television news, being showy,
Teaches nothing much “knowy,”
Christian broadcast, a puerile polyglot,
Teaches the greater things NOT!
But great concepts of God must be taught,
By hearing well, not beholding fluff.
Shall we fill the hole in our soul…
With prosperity’s smarmy greed? BAD FEED!
With rapture’s dispensational fear? NOT HERE!
With prophetic, mindless jabberwocky? BULL COCKY!
With mojo-jive, motor-mouth spray? NO WAY!
With intellectual bend-mind-truth? REFUSE!
With rigid-word, soul-death stiffness? NO BUSINESS!
With seeker-friendly, non-truth love-mush? A BUST!
With the latest, greatest new thing? NO BLING!
With soulish signs preposterous? GET OFF US!
With excitement for excitement’s sake? GET OUT FAKE!
With give-to-me, get-from-God? GET OUT FRAUD!
With God? WITH GOD???
Oh, that’s odd… Did you say, With God?
With God!
Well, I’m unclean from my religion and can’t be indwelt,
How embarrassing!
How insensitive!
How terrible, because of you, I have felt!
My soul is not whole, and you suggest God…
TV Christian broadcasting,
Lets me escape that thought,
As long as I send money,
And they video honey,
No one’s a fraud.
But suggesting great, abiding indwelling of God,
By your witness, makes me feel bad,
By our opinion, you are too rad,
Our minds are off, ears closed,
Forget what you proposed,
Your clear, shining light,
Is much too bright,
We’ll involve,
Our grog:
Fog!
And who is this to dare say,
Our unweaned Christiandom is petulant?
We shall defenestrate him,
As kings of old did, now this instant!
Oh, he’s just an internet hack?
Ignore him, ignore him,
We give all such our proud back!
Let Go, Brave Tarts!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/14/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Ezekiel 13
Synchronize and syncopate,
All together now!
Harmonize and co-create,
So we end in bow!
Pastors, when you speak,
Advance Father’s kingdom plans,
Don’t tear down, destroy,
And replace what’s God’s with man’s.
Is Our Father’s kingdom,
Supposed to or not come?
Why then, oh foolish harlots,
Fight what must be done?
Get on the right page,
The same page heaven is on,
They are in midst of,
What you have not yet begun!
God’s army is quickly building,
Heaven on earth today,
If you keep fighting this army,
It will melt you away.
Does heaven come to earth,
By My taking you to heaven?
See the foul fear-fruit of rapture,
Drop it as wicked leaven!
Does heaven come through maturity,
And greatness of sound, strong mind?
So why then behave as numskull nymphs,
With emotion bump and grind?
You are not apes, nor mindless,
Nor greedy thieves!
Why then, do you preach as much,
As wind with leaves?
Be sound, not cacophonous,
Be true, not rapacious,
Stop give-to-get preaching now,
Be shepherds, not ravenous.
Stop your selling, selling, selling, selling, selling!
Even stop selling indwelling!
The goal is elimination of bad spirits,
To destroy in you pride’s swelling.
Be humble:
Stop tooting your off-key horn,
Be still:
Know God and be reborn.
Hearken unto,
My corrective prophets,
Let go, brave tarts,
Of religion for profits!
Your dispensation and prosperity sounds,
Have been horrid in heaven’s ears,
Learn the synchronous sound of truth and preach it,
And you might hear heaven’s cheers.
When you speak and promulgate your agenda,
Make it coincide with heaven,
For too many years you’ve been floozies,
Grisettes and round-heel brethren.
What Costs Nothing and Everything?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/15/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I ask you, Is the next new,
Thing of God for free?
Is it foolish to believe in,
No costs paid spiritually?
What if the terrible, Oh-my-God, high cost,
To be indwelt whole,
Was to remove rapture and prosperity,
Dogmas from one’s soul?
Aye, there’s the rub,
There’s the cost,
What would be gained?
What’d be lost?
Greater indwelling of God,
Is always good,
But then we’d lose the fear,
And greed brotherhood.
We’d have greater eyes to see,
And God’s heart profound,
But then our greed-fear-fix brothers,
Would mock what we’ve found.
True religion isn’t escaping,
With cash or exit tomorrow,
It is mature answers for today,
Which lessen, not stop, life’s sorrow.
Grow up, oh you proud, deceived moderns,
Who buy into every hide,
Life needs be more difficult this age,
That with God indwelt you ride.
Even now,
If you had eyes to see,
Fear or greed,
Theology has no anointing.
God’s presence,
Comes with the presence of truth,
For fifty years,
Greed-fear sermons have made God recuse.
Blind have your spiritual eyes been,
So plugged up are your ears,
So enamored with lies mixed in truth,
You are the sum of all fears.
Too proud to admit error,
Too dumb to repent,
Too rigid to receive correction,
From whom has God sent.
Stuck in supercilious righteousness,
Of one sort or the other,
Loving fear, greed or emotion doxies,
Looking always for cover.
But the bed is too narrow and short,
The cave not dark enough,
As God’s spiritual scourging machine,
Treats ne’er-do-wells just rough.
We must watch carefully,
The spirits in us and our doctrines we love,
What we love will be in us marking,
What spiritual compensate comes from above.
So to abandon beloved lies,
In truth, costs everything,
But beloved, it costs to believe,
In lies, in truth, nothing.
Prophets Who Don’t Correct vs. Those Who Do
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/15/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Ezekiel 13
The prophets who don’t correct,
Have not enough warrior in them,
They prophesy lies direct,
And have no God dominion.
The wilderness prophet who corrects,
Earns godly-gained insight,
He faces multitudes in error,
But he speaks what is right.
Ignore the popular prophets,
Jabberwocky has made them crazed,
Hearken to wilderness correction,
Avoid mass comfort of mass graves.
It will hurt to give up,
Beloved wrong doxies of mass hysteria,
But the wilderness prophet knows best,
Right spirit and truth make heaven’s area.
So popular prophets must,
Get their future predict wrong,
Know them by their weaknesses,
Their spirits: creepy, not strong.
Wilderness prophets please God,
And annoy every carnal man,
Don’t be surprised TV stars,
Of religion: are charlatan.
And what do the popular prophets say?
Rapture is cool!
Prosperity is cool!
Jabberwocky is cool!
Intellectualism is cool!
Emotionalism is cool!
Excitement is cool!
Love mush is cool!
Seeker fluff-what-not is cool!
Give-to-me-get-from-God is cool!
Our messed up popular pastors are cool!
Our messed up popular prophets are cool!
And the next, new thing not-really-of-God is THE COOLEST!
And God spews all these out of His mouth, says the wilderness prophet.
And what do the popular prophets say about the true wilderness prophet?
They say, HE is antichrist!
Whom do you believe?
Whom does God grieve?
Whom does God please?
Whom, now, will you seek?
Two thousand years ago the popular crowd,
Didn’t seek Baptist John or Jesus,
No, just the same today the popular crowd,
Loves on all natures like Barabbas.
When an exposing incident bubbles up,
Learn from wilderness prophets what is up.
What bad doxies caused the incident?
What error was followed, what lies sent?
The wilderness prophet knows more than he says,
He sees things coming, and what’s more ahead.
This is the pattern for all Pentecostals: Now see!
Ignore again the true prophet, and you will grieve!
Popular crowds seek popular prophets to enthrone pandering,
But wilderness prophets have Rosetta stones of understanding.
What is the general lie of charismatics?
Rapture, prosperity, give-get automatics.
The wilderness prophet says give all that up,
And Jesus will stop spewing it all out.
A hard choice this is for charismatics to buy,
Honor the prophet of correction or die in lie.
The wilderness prophet says the charismatic house is a mess,
The wages of escapology doxology is death.
If you don’t believe this rebuke is true,
Just look at what charisma pastors do.
In Kenya, demon-filled, angry preachers heal regularly,
In America, the same is true for pastors bent to the lee.
Healing isn’t hard to come buy, depending what you believe,
What’s hard to come by, are eyes to see the purchase complete.
Oh deceived moderns, why can’t you see?
You’ve purchased lies almost continually!
Two and two always make four,
True rebuke, at peril ignore.
Weep for Europe
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/15/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Weep for Europe,
God help her soul,
Wail for Europe,
God make her whole.
Somewhere in history,
Look deep to find,
In Europe what it is,
God has in mind.
Great peoples, great steeples,
And great standards,
Now shattered, now scattered,
Bitches, bastards.
No mothers of wisdom,
No fathers of lore,
Just cheap thinking thinkers,
Like pimp, like whore.
Where art thou, oh great legend Europe?
Pray, do you have it in you?
In your leviathan self-appetite,
Any muscle, any sinew?
Cry for Europe,
So much beautiful character wasted,
Howl for Europe,
Her best we need for the coming ages.
The Saga of the Seeker
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/16/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Redacted from “The Searchers” movie from John Ford and John Wayne
He wasn’t tall, he wasn’t short,
But you’d be wrong to underestimate him,
He would look for her and then rescue her,
And find what there was bad or great in him.
With his white and black paint, grey rifle,
Six gun and reddish-brown colored hat,
He made a great circle southwest to southwest,
All points on the uncivilized map.
At trail-side inn,
At logging camp,
He’d ask for her:
Deborah the tramp.
I found her first!
Said a drunk preacher named Joe,
I taught her the word,
Everything a person should know!
Not every’tang, you fool!
Said a traveling salesman,
I taught ‘er prosperity,
It fixes all wot ails man!
Shut up, you two unejucated, feral ijiots!
Said an obnoxious barkeep,
I taught her to fear end-times and everything,
I made her frightfully weep!
A miner said, We gave virtue employ!
And put her in a flowery room,
We mined ‘er searcher-friendly gentlemen,
Whose love was in gospel bloom!
Where is she now?
The seeker urgently asked,
Injuns took her,
They said, they got away fast.
So the seeker rode long,
The seeker rode hard,
He remembered their tales,
But still was off guard.
Surprised, he found her,
In Indian Scar’s tent,
Her clothes torn up,
Her very spirit rent.
What have you done to her?
The seeker asked Scar,
The same you all want,
I, Scar, did help her!
I taught her my mystic,
Red man jabberwocky,
She can tell the future,
Now she’s proud and cocky!
She’s so full of fear,
And pride and nonsense,
Now she speaks, said Scar,
With all confidence!
You are as mad as the others,
Said the seeker,
I challenge you to a fight!
You can’t keep her.
Scar said, When I cut you,
With my blade, you’ll be like me!
Half-right, half-wrong, messed up,
Conflicted: Half-brilliant, half-crazy!
The seeker said, I’ve been already cut,
But with a different sword,
It cut away the evil roots in my gut,
It was the Bible, God’s word.
I use that same sword, said old Scar,
In all my fights!
I use it for evil and I go far,
By all my rights!
They fought in the sand,
They fought in the mud,
They rolled over logs,
That place got disturbed.
Finally, from out of the dust,
And sweaty fight-grime,
The seeker arose limping,
Scar had up and died.
He swallowed his own words,
I’m alive, the enemy’s dead,
Let’s go home now, Debbie,
Was what the seeker said.
The seeker brought her home,
To her good family,
The seeker wouldn’t take pay,
He said it’d be greed.
He said poor Deborah,
Was hurt by her helpers,
Who used her themselves,
As a stone, they steppers.
The seeker was a true hero,
Who did good for good’s sake,
The scoundrels hurt Deborah,
By taking all they could take.
But the lechers of the world even now still brag,
And prey on the world’s lost tramps,
The wolves lord their power on all who’ll listen,
Saying there is but one, not two camps.
How to Stop Male Elephants from Killing Rhino
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/17/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
(Thanks to Dr. Laura Schlessinger)
Gather ‘round the campfire, friends,
And watch the embers burn,
I’ll tell you of African lands,
And give your soul a turn!
It happened on a game preserve,
Male elephants were killing the rhino!
What’s the cause? Asked the game keeper,
A young intern stood and said, I know!
We took all the mature, older male elephants,
To another part of the territory!
Let’s herd them back with the youth and see,
If young elephants behave more merry!
Sure enough the young buck pachyderms,
Quit killing all the poor rhino,
The older elephant males gave them sense,
To rule their testosterone inferno.
Now friends around the fire, listen up,
Here is the church’s toughen-up lesson:
Without an old, strong prophet or two,
Pastors can have unchecked ambition!
Lacking corrective truth,
Pastors can do brutish things,
To sheep, themselves and God,
Great mercy correction brings!
What, you don’t think it’s really true?
Read the news and weep,
For lack of prophetic rebuke,
Wolves keep eating sheep!
Moral Hazard Jeopardy: That Old Religious Game Show!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/18/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
(A pictogram poem in the shape of an “R,” for rebuke.)
The Answer is: They oft create moral hazards for viewers.
The Question is: What have popular broadcast ministries done?
The Answer is: To get money, power and fame in exchange.
The Question is: Why have they created moral hazards for viewers?
The Answer is: They beat up the faith of viewers as their faith grows.
The Question is: What happens when televangelists obtain monies from viewers by promising blessings returned by God?
The Answer is: By promoting and selling vapid material for their gain.
The Question is: How do televangelists keep people from Bible reading?
Answer is: By teaching erroneous, fad doxies to occupy our souls.
The Question is: How do televangelists stop Jesus from indwelling?
The Answer is: It fills people with antichrist spiritual greed.
The Question is: What does prosperity theology do?
The Answer is: It blinds people with fear.
The Question is: What does rapture theology do?
The Answer is: By ignoring all prophetic correction.
The Question is: How do televangelists stay in error so long?
The Answer is: Empowerment of bad doctrines destroys them.
The Question is: Why do televangelists so often have moral scandals?
The Answer is: Demagoguery of televangelists makes sheep to love such.
The Question is: Why does America have immoral, demagogue politicians?
Our Lovely Leadership Charade Must be Supported!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/19/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Isaiah 56:12
“Come,” they say, “let us get wine, and let us drink heavily of strong drink (OF SELF-EXALTATION AND DEIFICATION); And tomorrow will be like today, only more so.”
Give me a handkerchief,
To wipe my brow,
I’m shocked, shocked!
To preach somehow.
To preach the gospel,
All these years,
On TV for millions,
Now in tears!
Send me more money!
Despite the mess!
We’ll preach our message!
More so unless…
Unless, where’s my amen corner?
We confess,
Our witchcraft in religion is,
Politics.
As our nation’s politics,
So also our television pulpits,
We’ve made sheep for the slaughter,
We are the demagogue culprits!
A charade of leadership,
Controlling each in his own way,
Bent Bible, bent constitution,
Just believe what we now say!
Yesterday’s problems,
You will forget,
Send money by tax,
Credit or check!
Don’t worry we elites in control,
Of airwaves, schools or government!
We’ll get by for you somehow,
Just don’t ask where your money went!
Follow the money and you’ll see,
It doesn’t matter the anywho doxie,
Them that anon don’t got, don’t get,
Them that do, by foxy, got moxie!
But it’s not enough for us in charge,
To take our nation’s money and soul,
We must have your worship: KNEEL AND BOW!
WE MUST BE GOD! And keep control!
How Prophets Escape Their Own Rebuke
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/19/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Ezekiel 13
Hey now! Let’s grab some prophetic jabberwocky!
Hard times are coming with blessings over the hill!
I predict first BAD, then GOOD, no maybe reverse!
Jesus is coming NOW, no LATER, AGAIN and UNTIL!
Until you see my pattern coming from second heaven,
It’s got the good I need to succeed with soul-leaven,
Always titillating and urgent: good or bad gyrating,
Nothing makes much sense, just bizarre speculating.
Never does such rambling talk of precise, specific ills,
Of churches of wrong doxie, become make-hell mills,
Never a mention the prophecies are thin-wrapped fluff,
Tomorrow will be good, no: bad! but never enough!
Thus prophesy freaks copy each other,
Embedded together, sister and brother,
If a true prophet slapped them in the face,
They’d say, Whoever did this: lacked grace!
To them, grace covers damn near everything!
And rapture is hallowed as God and as king!
Whatever happens, whatever the great sting,
Nothing changes this merry-go-round ring.
Even correction, they say, will be gently nebulous!
There’s room for everything satanic on their bus!
And there are always Davids hidden in the cave!
But not one to correct them, no, none that brave!
Just idiots in error,
Prophet bull or bear,
None very much smart,
Or seeking God’s heart.
It’s how prophets escape their own rebuke,
It’s how each agrees with the other to be took,
It’s the actual holiness they each miss in turn,
It’s hell’s fire growing large, so happy to burn.
It’s how hell wastes the uncorrectable prophetic,
Making it simple, dry bones, drought-land pathetic,
Wrong prophets under wrong pastors: all so weak,
Turn everything today, tomorrow: antichrist freak.
In the Future
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/20/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
In the future regarding things not too distant,
We will fight against mysticism and tyranny,
The economy, peace and nations may collapse,
But don’t worry: good will return eventually.
All things that can shake,
Will be shaken,
But the church will sleep,
It won’t awaken.
Because of talk radio and critical mass thinking,
And truth self-published on the internet,
Most all bad things will turn back to the good,
But man’s Christian TV religion: Forget!
Anybody with Christ-minded brain,
Anybody with Father God’s heart,
Is kept from today’s debased pulpit,
By leaders only antichrist smart.
In fifty years from today when,
Science, government and education are advanced,
Maybe then television pastors,
Will stop being the world’s most famous miscreants.
What is your business, then in the future?
Is your business religion primarily for money?
Forget that idea entirely, don’t be a whore,
Be independent good: God is that way funny!
Certain men and God will unite to go forward,
Together of one mind,
Religious TV pastors, mostly desolate,
Will leave themselves: Behind!
What to Do in an Emergency
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/21/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Colossians 1:26-27
When you face an emergency,
Here’s what you must do,
Do not, I repeat, do not,
Pray God raptures you!
If you think you can pray,
For God to rapture you out of situations,
You have been taught wrong,
By wrong-taught pastors misguiding generations!
So, again, in an emergency,
Don’t pray for rapture!
It’s the reverse: Look for:
The moment to capture!
Capture the right answer to the question,
Am I doing the right thing?
Am I hearing and obeying,
Jesus, Lord of hosts king?
The problem is, if you believe in rapture,
It shortens the antenna,
Of your two-way radio with God,
Who provides you with manna!
Rhema manna gets you through emergencies,
Or helps you avoid them,
If you haven’t been poisoned by wrong doxies,
And opinions of men.
And with each emergency,
Come ice or burn,
The rapture church gets nothing,
But you can learn!
You can learn to abide indwelt with God,
Who perchance comes quickly,
And proves to you rapture is wrong,
And those caught up in it sickly.
And in each emergency realize,
Some were wickedly betrayed,
By fear-mongering, rapture fanatics,
Whose dictates they obeyed.
At the bottom of rapture is fear,
And fear God just can’t live near,
Nor lies of wrong doctrines, yet,
You must hear God with your ear.
Yes, it is strange and it is brazen bold,
To go from rigid righteous to purity,
To holiness indwelt of the God of old,
Therein, friend, is emergency surety!
Because sure enough,
Christ in you is mysterious,
Paul in Colossians,
One: Twenty-six serious!
Assuaging Guilt with Indulgences
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/21/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Assuaging guilt with indulgences,
Is a time-tested trick,
Catholics did it long ago,
But Luther made them quit.
Now broadcast preachers sell the same,
Saying, God will bless you by sending funds!
But those same rich preachers in jets,
Must buy carbon offsets to not feel moribund!
If you are reading this poem,
For free from the internet,
Assuage your guilt! Send the author,
Your money, your house, your pet!
Don’t feel like doing that?
I have made the mistake,
I showed you how the con works,
You won’t let me from you take.
And what about socialism,
What’s the crafty con job there?
Allow taxation unto death,
For absolution somewhere.
The trick you will notice,
In this kind of scam,
Some group’s in the cash flow,
Grabbing all they can.
You were born free, but quickly,
Come vicious, traumatic cons,
Stay free in God, your money,
Must be with whom it belongs!
An Advanced Degree in Thinking
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/21/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
What I needed was a retarded,
Oops! I mean, advanced degree in thinking,
So I immersed myself in fantastic,
Oops! I mean, enlightened Christian preaching.
Me and tens of millions of deceived,
Oops! I mean, genius Christians did this,
So on elections we would be fooled,
Oops! I mean, ruled without prejudice.
We also learned when fleeced how to stop it,
Oops! I mean, to not touch God’s own anointed,
So when voting for US President our trance,
Oops! I mean, our spirit picked the one appointed.
I just thank God for my education from antichrist,
Oops! I mean Christian broadcasting,
I’m happy, no honored, to send money to them,
Oops! I mean to employees governing.
People who don’t understand my compliance, I hate,
Oops! I mean, I kindly, compassionately tolerate,
Who cares? Our leaders from pulpit to capitol devour,
Oops! I mean, have our best interests at stake.
My pulpit and political leaders fly high in their hubris,
Oops! I mean, wonderful executive jets,
My pulpit and political leaders are selfish cannibals,
Oops! I mean, selfless workers for my best!
Christian Broadcast has made me profoundly un-American,
Oops! I mean, the perfect patriot,
When demagogues speak and do evil, I’m so deaf and blind,
Oops! I mean, I’ll agree to whatnot.
My friends say my brain is full of twisted propaganda,
Oops! I mean so Christ-like and Christ-emanating,
They see the doctrines I was immersed uncritically in,
Oops! They’re now arrested, due for terminating.
Behold, Jesus is now in my refined soul quickly coming!
Oops! I mean I’ll soon be raptured,
I’m not lazy, but it’s fun to watch evil in my soul grow!
Oops! Which god has me captured?
Civil Unrest and the Adolescent Religious Mess
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/22/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
What’s the point of massive civil unrest?
What is the test?
To show we are a nation of men, not laws?
To open our jaws?
When cities burn, for what will we yearn?
More policies and lies to churn?
Or breakthrough from bust: time to get up,
And see life as it is, soft and rough?
When bullets fly, and people then die in mass,
Will we know why this has come to pass?
If bad rules and schools made ungovernable fools,
Do we raise or drain causative cesspools?
When death comes to the self-destructive,
Shall we view it as instructive?
That the ancient paths of God and man,
Are the only things that stand?
When so much is lost is anything gained?
Can we admit the lies that stained?
Can we, who survive, in unity say, Enough!
Soft has been found to be too rough.
When blood spills on streets and fire surrounds,
Will we have discovered pride’s bounds?
Pride pushed out truths in school, pew and politics,
Humility brings rebuke, life and love’s merits.
When people act out mass violence that’s now in their brains,
Will survivors make good use with what then remains?
Yes! Certainly in education, government, science and business,
But Christian teaching: Must it remain an adolescent mess?
God can always use revolt, can’t He,
To fix what’s broke in our life’s shanty,
Politics, commerce and schools can be fixed,
But Christian correction will be mixed.
So don’t weep for inner cities when they burn,
The infrastructure of civil life can be reborn,
Weep for bad Christian doctrines standing ill,
Can any crisis get trollop doxies stilled?
All seems to be prepared, has it not,
To repair and replace damaged rot,
Of American life, liberty and happiness,
Except the unready, religious mess.
So the coming civil unrest, as terrible as it may be,
May get the attention of all authority,
And amends may be made and good corrections done,
But the bad shepherd is still Satan’s son.
I weep that this mayhem of tragic proportion,
May be a lost opportunity to those stubborn of notion,
Who lured masses into destructive seizures,
Shepherds bonded in harmony with wayward cultures,
After the unrest, blessed correction will come to all mores,
But the immature shepherd vultures,
Ravening wolves in sheep’s cloth, are preparing even now,
To evermore EAT sheep meat! Their hidden vow.
Spirit Glasses
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/23/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Revelation 6; Isaiah 28:2
In a vision, in a dream,
In a place not seeming what it seemed,
Somewhere far beyond remote,
I was a peasant at a castle, outside a moat,
Clouds were dark, sky was grey,
A voice said, Listen, knave, to what I say.
A huge angel stood at my left,
Write, he said, what you see today bereft,
This castle holds God’s warriors,
Each with his horse, each teamed for remorse!
Flash! Lightening! Bang! Thunder!
Drawbridge down, battle sounds asunder!
I saw Horse and Rider One,
Black as never seen sun, or ever heard of one,
Black judgment this is, son,
You will feel your sin and perchance die within,
Said the angel at my side,
But most aren’t attentive at this preventive: Behold!
Then came Horse and Rider Two,
Grey or green in hue or brew,
Sort of liquid, sort of ethereal,
Of bruising-death and horror gore!
These are causative spirits, said my angel,
It’s the circle of not-life, all rife with strife.
Good God! I really can’t take it anymore!
I’m weak and tweaked, I said, in spirit meek,
Eat some light, eat some truth, eat this for might,
My angel said, for ache Revelation Six partake,
And eat Isaiah Twenty-eight: Two, it’s good for you.
Feeling better, I saw Horse and Rider Three,
Fiery red ANGER! And, DANGER!
I felt VIOLENCE! WAR! CHAOS! NO PEACE!
As if I became the foul brood that murders good!
This is the result, the angel said,
Of horses One and Two: Anger and Angst of Red.
Here’s where the fake good are shown they are not,
Where, by God, hypocrites have one last shot,
What do hypocrites have? What have they got? I asked,
I was ignored complete. So I had to repeat:
What do hypocrites have? What have they got? I asked,
Saying no more, the angel pointed to number Four.
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
I fell on my face! I burned! I writhed! I died!
You’re not dead, the angel said. You have dread.
You’re just feeling what’s in store those met by Four.
Crying! Weeping! Prostrating my face! Hurting bad!
I rolled in agony for my sin! Deep hidden sin!
WHITE! OH GOD! SO WHITE! SO VERY WHITE!
Came Horse and Rider Four: so pure,
I was conquered and convicted: A hypocrite IS sin!
I felt complete seen, unclean and mean,
I longed for death and darkness and final ending,
To escape what is inevitably due the untrue.
This is what, the angel said,
The four horses are actually for,
Go home, write it down,
Doom swoops soon to buffoons,
To masses without passes,
Give them a poem: spirit glasses.
So: Do bad, the black judgment spirit lurks,
Then by grey spirit fey, nothing works,
Red spirit-activated anger makes you blow,
You publically are shown to be low,
The spirit of white light convicts with truth,
Last chance: Repent, let God be in you.
Why Do the Theo-Economic TV Priests Rage?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/27/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Psalm 2, Revelation 3:19
WHY do the Theo-economic TV priests rage, and their viewers imagine a vain thing? (For generations they have believed the economy, and their success in it, as God!)
2 The prosperity kings of the earth set themselves apart (living in a creepy, vapid and thoroughly deluded self-congratulatory world), and the Christian broadcast programmers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his true anointed, saying,
3 Let us break their bands (of prophetic and holy warnings) asunder, by never allowing a video camera to show true rebuke or chastisement on air, and cast away their cords of correction from us.
5 He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: The Lord shall have them in derision.
6 Thou shalt break them with rod of great modern depression; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a profligate in bankruptcy, like a tax cheat in audit, like a give-to-get preacher caught in one form of adultery or the other (as they adulterate the word, so themselves).
7 Be wise now, therefore, O ye kings of avoiding chastisement: be instructed that thou hast been utterly uncorrectable; ye judges of what shall be broadcast in My Name.
8 Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice not that thou hast served thyself by eating sheep’s meat and drinking sheep’s blood until thou art gorged unto point of bursting open and loosing alien demons within; even as thou has broadcast thine own demon spirits worldwide in a manner so brazen that would even make Jezebel herself blush in shame.
9 Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way of gold rings, bejeweled watches, big hair, envy-pandering, extravagant stage sets, executive jets, multiple mansions, overseas bank accounts and shiny, brazen egos from the pit of hell itself.
10 Blessed are all they that see what thou do, and do the opposite in fear and trembling.
How to Turn a Page (into Knight!)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/27/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Mathew 24:28
Page, wouldst thou become a knight?
Then read herein what I do write,
Thou hast been forgiven many mistakes,
Now you shan’t. Each one you make,
Will be remembered by me, your mentor,
Become your inquisitor tormentor.
And why remember each new sin?
To spur true repentance deep within,
To oust evil spirits you’ve long had,
Hiding under grace given when bad,
Now the opposite rule for you applies,
As foul, fey control within you dies.
I shall NOT with you forgive and forget,
God and I love you too much for that,
But if you insist on being brazen immature,
You won’t be called out, you’ll stay impure.
The choice is thine own now page,
Who art thou, son: knave or sage?
Regarding the Fine Art of Caring
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/27/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Mark 4:24; Luke 8:18
My friend told me my pastor was a jabberwocky demagogue,
But I don’t care,
And that my pastor does what he learns from a TV preacher,
Extraordinaire.
And that that’s how majorities elect a demagogue leader,
Vanity fair,
My critical thinking friend also says things are not good,
To all beware.
And that there is a prophet who saw all this coming,
With insightful flares,
Saying cheap preaching dumbs down sheep who elect,
Mad ravenous bears.
And that the prophet says the cats teach the mice to,
Lie on tableware,
And be eaten by pastors, broadcasters and leaders,
Wheat eaten by tare.
So my friend says the prophet says there is horrible,
Bad trouble brewing,
But MY pastor says HIS broadcaster says THIS prophet,
He’ll be skewering.
So I told my friend the problem is solved,
So there!
And to shut up! ‘Cause he’s wrong to think,
We care!
To say we’re wrong is something we would,
Never dare!
But my friend says we will as soon as our,
Cupboard’s bare.
Loving My Lack of Conscious Finitude!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/28/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I LOVE word of faith chakras revered,
My goodie-for-me menu entrees tiered,
They work for broadcasters divine,
Who take money from me and mine,
Only mantras of faith keeps me so sheared!
I LOVE witchcraft occult prosperity,
Whose preachers take all in sincerity,
The more I give ‘em,
The more they’re needin’,
Only mantras of faith keeps me in purity!
I LOVE socialist leaders who must take all I have,
My pastors, who taught me well, with them brag,
We citizen sheep,
Are easy to keep,
Stupified with mantras any dumb demagogue has!
I LOVE Pentecostal doctrines taught the believer,
I am a give-to-my-leader, wait-to-be-a-receiver,
I am so thrilled to be brave,
Surfing the next vulgar wave,
Repeating mantras of my self-sacrificing leader!
I LOVE saying Hope, Change and Get Ready,
No foundation could be made more steady,
You name it,
I’ll claim it,
Rape, rob, kill us: we’ll just say it’s pretty!
How the Sun Could Shed Light on Free Truth-Words
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/29/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Wouldn’t it be funny, so funny,
If the sun got too sunny,
For American electric power lines,
And cities had hail times.
Christian TV would be temporarily shut out,
And the video shows of great gout,
The big cities would be fire-trap death zones,
No water, no power, no thrones.
Just fires and death and traffic jams,
And of course, lawless riot fans,
And victims of fear most everywhere,
But the outs at peace, prepared.
In big cities with no electricity, no internet,
People could only by the radio sit,
And regain sanity of mind with radio listening,
Learning deep truth, their lost mission.
By hearing of true words,
We can be free,
God gives us His scourges,
For liberty.
With epic emergency comes bad unimaginable,
But also at times, good God inhabitable,
In those forced to sudden non-immersion,
From brain-washing to indwelt conversion!
Would the heard words be then,
From our Christian television men?
No, no, no! A thousand times NO!
It’d simply be free-truth, talk radio.
Of Christian Smarts and Duped-Deceived Hearts
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/30/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
And now the global economy has turned gut-wrenching sour,
How will the overweening prosperity preachers fill the hour?
Perhaps they’ll change dispensation, and speak of rapture,
When times are hard, that gambit ploy increases stature.
And if there’s civic upheaval, don’t you know,
The rapturists will ever say, We told you so!
Why do so many sheep pledge quiescence to this wayward wolf community?
Answer: Wolf packs demand allegiance to their sanguine culture of impunity.
If you can’t buy into their jabberwocky ruse,
STOP critical thinking! Then amen their hallelu’s.
Friend, either your mind or theirs is marked with six,
And can or can’t buy God Almighty’s hard truth mix.
Are we at long last, seeing decline and disintegration of empires of ruse?
Or are we seeing recruits and enlistment among the great ranks confused?
One thing we know: God is smart,
I ask in that regards, How thou art?
Let’s hop and pray for a possible outbreak of Christian smarts,
The world has enough lemming-brained, duped-deceived hearts.
Maybe I am wrong about this give-to-propgandizers-get-from-God throng,
I’ll grant they need your monies for their campaigns to be proved not wrong.
Mother, May I?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/30/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Men who are men, who know what to do,
Are marginalized by the empowered few,
Who fear because men know what to do,
Which is to dethrone the deceiving few.
But now men can’t do what they’re born to do,
To protect the weak-minded from the brazen few,
Who enslave so cleverly without overt shackles,
Men see, but blind sheep love their wolf hackles.
The prey wolves warn their sheep against wolves divine,
Divine wolves defrock prey wolves, no pay in mind,
Other than to do what’s right for right’s sake alone,
Get rid of evil and help all to make good homes.
Since prey wolves stop divine wolves from power,
What’s needed is a mama bear wolf at this hour,
Once set; good men will ask, Mother, may I?
She’ll nod, and then: Prey wolves will hide.
The divine wolves, ever gentlemen, need not growl,
Divine wolves bare plain words and prey wolves howl,
But their words are as mighty swords from apocalypse,
Truth’s enemies melt from rule-of-law documents fixed.
How to Make Demagogues Smile… or Run Away!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/1/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Poltroons, unsheathe your trusty swords!
Which we say are remittances us towards!
Toward your leaders in pulpit, broadcasting and government,
We taught and teach you to never ask where money went!
As broadcasting preachers, we say, Get Ready!
Buy our books, keep our whore business steady!
As teachers we say, Prepare for university!
Where we rape logic by insane diversity.
A diversity of wiles we statist leaders use,
For you NOT to detect our soft tyranny ruse.
We in media said crazy Jeremiah Wright was sort of alright,
Next, the Obama nation we mesmerized without much fight.
The great sword of critical thinking we’ve broken in two,
And our culpable pastors, Devil love ‘em, haven’t a clue!
Religious broadcasting is stuck in popular, pernicious wiles,
Making more spiritless cowards, making demagogues’ smiles!
So poltroons, unsheathe your swords!
Pick carefully your weapon!
The same remittances to keep us gorged?
Or your left-behind noggin’!
Double-dare you to think critically,
For yours and God’s best interests,
Use the sword of logic rule-of-law,
To throw out vultures in vests!
Inexorably Coming to This Present Age
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/2/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
A wise man will not get in the way,
Of another man’s self-destruction,
A wise people will not presume to stop,
Others in delusive combustion.
We are in an age,
Of almost no general unity,
Yet also an age,
Recompense meets impunity.
The seeing who don’t see all,
Are tempted to enjoin and encourage,
The death lovers’ destruction,
Now inexorably coming this age.
The worst mistake for lesser seers,
Is to partake in carnal trigger pulling,
When the goal is to get out of the path,
Of those whom God allows fooling.
God lets the fools fool themselves,
Madly and die,
Our job: Warn them, then let what comes,
Sadly go by.
The Lesser Seer’s Delusion
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/3/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Presently lesser seers can,
See a delusion,
Of a soon-coming time,
Great with confusion.
These religious seers,
Christian and otherwise,
See ahead to events,
Then falsely surmise.
They surmise their sect,
Must participate,
Actively in the death carnage,
Coming by fate.
Death will indeed,
Come to all it’s due,
Religious sects at this time,
Must warn more than few.
But religious sects,
Of any flavor,
Must do no man harm,
But be good neighbor.
Militaries of nations,
Must guard their borders,
Be law-upholding power,
Providing good order.
Nevertheless, the destructive will destroy themselves,
Of this it is certain,
True seers warn, not wield the weapons, of the fools’,
Last act, final curtain.
The Saga of Three Seers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/3/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I see tomorrow’s future,
Said Three Seers,
Offering three different groups,
Assuage for fears.
First Seer says,
Tomorrow will be: GREAT!
Now fill, fill, fill,
My collection plate!
Second Seer says,
Tomorrow will come: BEAST!
Now make, make, make,
My wallet most, yours least!
Third Seer says,
Tomorrow will be recompense,
To all bad doxie,
Loved in dumb Christian circus tents!
Broadcasting preachers world around,
Say, We like Seers One and Two,
As for this Seer Number Three,
Ignore him! That’s our job true!
Seers One and Two,
Were, are and will be proved wrong,
Seer Three is poor,
Ignored, but time proves: most strong.
The Corrupted Corrupt as One Fusion
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/3/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The opposite of,
There are no fixed rules, only guidelines,
Which,
In truth, is God’s biblical, most holy way,
Is,
There are no guidelines, only fixed rules,
That,
Fey leaders make and change, for us to obey.
What,
Do preachers, media, teachers and politicians tell us?
Always,
There are no guidelines, only changing rules they sell us,
Tithing,
Is the rule preachers mandate as being always supreme,
Taxing,
Is the rule media, teachers, politicians use on us to ream.
Surprised,
That preachers broadcast with scallywags in collusion?
Follow,
The money, honey: The corrupted corrupt as one fusion,
Systemic,
Is the unified, cohesive propaganda of greedy sheep-shearing,
Problematic,
Are the self-interested, empowered leaders we’re oft hearing.
Once,
In America people were substantially more free,
Before,
Rivers of broadcasting halted what people could be,
Free,
In the knowledge of wile detection and ability to see,
Wolves,
In sheep’s clothing are now worshipped as deity.
For,
Empowered cats teach blind mice to be meals,
So long,
As we think uncritically but have good feels,
Darkness,
Behold: covers the land, gross darkness the people,
Thanks,
To foul shepherd leaders less human than beetle.
Awake,
Oh sleeping giant that is America pure,
Shake off,
The deception long-bound you secure,
Fund not,
The pissant leaders posing as savior men,
Let’s roll,
Liberty-lost America, be patriot-citizens again!
The Cost of Calculated Dishonesty
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/8/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Broadcast preachers love their wiles a plenty,
But what is the cost of calculated dishonesty?
Decisions to donate are predicated not on facts,
But emotionalism where wile-awareness is lax?
If the classic, accepted definition of fraud is deceit,
Why is trickster-knowledge what showmen repeat?
Honest purveyors prosper without ruse,
When will the facially nuts begin to lose?
The gospel has been whored out to create trust,
When will the upper-crust wolf-ministries bust?
How long stand mind-enslavement houses of cards?
When will the proud tricksters scrape sins with shards?
Nothing lasts that’s wickedly world-deceiving clever,
What terrible, tragic events will trip true sight’s lever?
To date, virtually all chastisement and rebuke they have mocked,
What epically evil event will get the calculatingly dishonest defrocked?
The Silence of Conflicted Shepherds
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/9/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The silence of conflicted shepherds,
Who will not deconstruct,
Wiles of their evil broadcast brothers,
Afraid to interrupt.
Afraid to interrupt,
The raping of the lambs,
By brother, sister shepherds,
Who do because they can.
They do because they can,
As the conflicted shepherds watch,
The sheep go to wolves,
Whom the wolves lustily debauch.
It’s a tidy closed-loop system,
Preying polite and savage,
Shepherds wink at bloody wolves,
Calling it peace in this age.
Of course, God sees all,
And waits,
For the right time to seal,
All fates.
The conflicted in collusion,
Themselves condemn,
Having acquitted their faith,
As inhuman.
Having no conscious bother,
As they preach of sweet Jesus,
That so many fellow shepherds,
Are sheep-shearing rapacious.
Caring not to by the spirit of God to see,
Lie-maker wolves all too clear,
Afraid to impart such strong sight to flock,
Hating independent truth dear.
Defining-down gospel truth,
In a simple, closed-box, self-serving fey,
Letting innocent sheep suffer,
Horrid darkness as God’s supposed way.
The Transcendent Moral Order
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/10/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
There is a transcendent moral order,
That tells us what to do,
It works for any Christian, Muslim,
Hindu, atheist or Jew.
Honest purveyors shall be rewarded,
Mysticism and tyranny shall not,
Sadly this truth some broadcast ministers,
Conveniently have forgot.
There is no transcendent moral order,
In give-to-get shenanigans,
There is no universal admiration,
For linguistic mesmerizations.
There is no ancient beloved truth,
In the popular deceit and fraud,
Of selling broadcast TV support,
Returning auto-favor of God.
Mysticism and tyranny then,
Blinds to facilitate extortion,
Transcendent moral authority,
Makes sight and logic its portion.
So then how can mystic tyrants,
Extract without mesmerizing, blinding and wiles?
How can broadcast ministries,
Repent of teaching demagogues their clever styles?
How can blind sheep see,
After ministries have thoroughly blinded them?
How get we free from,
Theo-fascist leaders: our mystic tyrant twins?
Only by devouring cold, hard truth,
Shall we get out from fraud’s deceit,
Only when we stop funding love-the-lie-makers,
Shall we return justice to her seat.
Only when we see the ugly, awful terrible truth,
Pulpit and political leaders have been greedsome,
Liberty is obedience to transcendent moral order,
There is no justice without self-constrained freedom.
Selling Make Believes
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/11/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Listen to the cadence of that one who leads,
Voice high, then low, then a pause,
Using mesmerizing to sell make believes,
Filling jet plane tanks for a cause.
Who the leader is it doesn’t matter,
Political, business, religious: the same,
We must fill jet tanks of mad hatters,
We must give everything we have for this bane.
Prosperity church teaches me to give to ones,
Far, far richer than I,
Who tell me I’ve done good to wait for sums,
So they can fly, fly, fly!
Political leaders tell me times are harder,
We must pay more and more tax,
They’ve had to bail out the business partner,
They’ve met on airport tarmacs.
We are the used-up, fly-over people,
Giving our all,
To business, capitol and steeple,
Too big to fall.
We have been mesmerized and used,
To pay jet-set lifestyles,
Of theo-economic gurus,
Who sell make believe wiles.
Who taught us to be mice so still,
And easily eaten by cats?
Public teachers, religious shills,
And fawning media mats.
This isn’t America of old,
This isn’t my father’s army,
Let’s reject what we’ve been sold,
And say no to the vile smarmy.
We’ll not cut their lousy throats,
But rather, their make believe: stealing other people’s money,
No more funding for the bloats,
We shall earn, and keep and taste liberty, our chosen honey.
Now we say enough,
To mesmerizing wiles,
We’re not weak, we’re tough,
We see through fake styles.
We shall have our Founding Fathers’ liberty,
And you leaders shall be vexed,
Stand down you fey deceivers, it’s not pretty,
What may come around next.
Our magnificent relatives of old,
Fought mysticism and tyranny,
Now we shall acquit ourselves bold,
And fight for freedom invincibly.
And surely it will be said a thousand years from now,
On exotic moons, planets and in far away space,
Our sons and daughters must be vigilant somehow,
Or mystic tyranny will be the trump card ace.
Whether too lawless or too many a law,
Let’s cut out the mesmerizing rap,
Liberty’s constraint demands our awe,
America keeps it on the map.
Derivatives of Delusion
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/15/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Derivatives of delusion,
Boy howdy!
Derivatives of collusion,
So rowdy!
We’re dowdy, we’re happy,
We are a billionaire!
Controlling, dominating,
You nobodies somewhere!
You are mental slaves of subjugation,
Our untaught masses,
From pulpit to politics, wiles fool all,
We: rich, you: lasses.
You are our lasses,
Of mental-slavery-financial rape,
As we broadcast our,
Great media-melded-fusion fate.
Be still,
And know we are your gods,
Our eyes,
Of broadcast fix your odds.
We are odd,
We are never mature,
As Nimrod,
Willful, soulful, impure.
We’ll never be corrected,
We never listen to you,
Be happy we take your cash,
It’s what you’re born to do.
Can I Have a Witness?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/18/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Can I have a witness?
God said one day,
Find a man not too far,
Out of the way.
A witness of sanity,
Against the crowd,
A witness cogent,
Not too loud.
Over there, on the internet,
Said an angel,
Is a man of sound mind,
Much enabled.
For years he has self-published,
Your great teaching,
But he is pained that few,
Only he’s reaching.
Well, that’s My witness anyway,
Said God,
Popularity is not a witness’
Main job.
A witness is simply a counterpoint,
Of truth,
For the masses to ignore at their,
Rebuke.
Tell this to the man, oh angel,
That he write it all down,
A witness of truth shall live,
But in trouble fools drown.
At hell’s gate the fools often in false surprise say,
Not fair! We weren’t precisely warned!
And We say, Our witness on earth you mocked then,
Witness now to whom you hearkened.
Use the Name of Israel!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/18/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
If my doctrines are wrong,
Donations short,
My broadcast income down,
I don’t abort.
I use Israel, the name Israel,
Sweet Jesus, what a name to sell,
Never on my problems do I long dwell,
I use the great name of Israel!
If I can’t get that beloved, wholesome,
Cash to come in quick,
I propose a pay-for-you-and-for-me,
Jerusalem trip!
Or a prayer cloth, a prayer office,
Whatever the stratagem,
Those good, kind Hebrew people,
Help make my cash born again!
Sheep are so cotton-picking dumb,
They don’t ever detect my many, varied cons,
Israel! Jesus! Or India! Or Africa!
Are my give-to-me-you-get-nothing buttons.
I say the magic nominal,
You give to me,
The name itself matters not,
Lucre sets me free!
Use Is-ra-el, Is-ra-el,
Never on problems long dwell,
Thank Jesus for this deep well,
Use the name of Israel!
So, if your ministry of mammon is broken,
I know in God’s wisdom what to do,
Divert all eyes from your inner demons,
Use the damned poor, or the Jew!
The Saddest Thing to Behold
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/20/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The saddest thing to behold is…
The good Nazi who warns the endangered Jew,
The seer who, with truth, blindness does remove,
The good, not bad, wolf who warns the sheep,
And the liar whose word himself does keep.
The saddest thing to behold is…
The barber who tells you, you don’t need a shave,
The slave-master who unlocks the slave’s grave,
The wise who teach the unlearned the con’s wiles,
And the showman telling how his magic beguiles.
The saddest thing to behold is…
The freed oft feel they’ve been done wrong,
To be taught they have been had all along,
The freed oft much hate their freer,
And go dark, disliking truth mere.
The saddest thing to behold is…
Only just few take the chance to be free,
And thank those who helped them see,
The rest curse whom light did bear,
And go back to sleep in lion’s lair.
The Morass of Modern Myopia
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/20/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Modern myopia,
Is to have no freedoms,
To see dystopia,
Of self-interested kingdoms.
To not see statists wanting all,
Nor the men behind the curtain,
To not see leaders in cabal,
That is the one thing certain.
Billions for our leaders everywhere,
Rock star, preacher, author, politician,
Billions for the self-interested telling us,
Remit, remit: all you in lowly position.
But they have broken our backs,
From their blinding wile-screen,
The extreme rich have taken too much,
Things are not what they seem.
We see now the choice isn’t,
Between being raped or the rapist,
We choose to be neither,
Devil take the billionaire statist.
We shall not support the tricky wordsmith,
With wiles, propaganda, smoke and mirrors,
We reject such preachers, teachers, politicians,
We pledge to hearken to truth only as hearers.
Cursed be our leaders who,
Box-trap our free souls,
Let darkness take the opaque,
We enlist in liberty’s rolls.
Liberty is simply mutual dedication,
To America’s Founding Fathers’ great self-constraint,
We pledge allegiance to this freedom,
To hell with privileged oligarchs among us who can’t.
The Phantom Herd of Condemned Oligarchs
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/21/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
They looked like cows,
They looked like men,
In this dream I had,
A phantom vision.
Bellowing man-cows were herded,
On their dreadful courses,
By angel cowboys wearing leather,
On grey and black horses.
The cows that were men,
Sensed a dreading,
To hell, off a cliff of doom,
They were heading.
The angels with black hats,
Astride their fiery steeds,
Would rope out a man-cow,
To me, to speak misdeeds.
What did you do?
I asked each man-cow,
Each then told me,
How they’d broken vow.
One man-cow said,
We’re all the same in this flush heard,
We were extreme rich,
Impoverishing multitudes unheard.
We weren’t happy,
To be talented millionaires,
We strove quite hard,
To be ravenous billionaires!
We earned a thousand million,
But from where?
On earth we didn’t care,
It came somewhere.
As oligarch preachers,
It came from donors,
As oligarch entertainers,
It came from show goers.
As oligarch bankers,
It came from taxpayers,
As oligarch politicians,
It came from closed doors.
And how did we do it?
With wiles, stratagems and mesmerizing,
When you’ve got talent,
The masses can be robbed acquiescing!
Most of the fooled never knew how we did it,
This perverted, reverse Robin Hood,
The trick was to convince the masses to allow,
Extraction for our own brazen good.
And we worked in collusion,
Each knowing each others’ wiles but keeping them hidden,
Publically we might complain,
Of each other, but lusted riches of ill-getting.
In fact, after a while it wasn’t,
The money really so much,
It was the deception gaming,
The lying, brassy gambit!
The fun wasn’t conniving,
The masses out of their money,
It was messing their brains,
Violating souls was our honey!
With all our power, we could have transparently,
Taught the wretched deceived the light,
Instead we enslaved and entrapped souls,
Them unknowing, to our delight!
The secret to liberty,
Is mutual self-restraint,
But when you’re mega-greedy,
Promote this you can’t!
So we promoted ourselves,
Our lovely personas,
Deceived, we deceived others,
To love our coronas.
Now we know: gifted with talent.
We robbed the gullible poor,
We’re doomed: hell might be bad,
But we deserve a billion more.
What Does Pandemic Lie-Loving Tell Us About the Future?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/25/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Isaiah 60:2
What does pandemic deception,
Mean for the planet?
What grand maximum scheme,
Is in this day’s gambit?
Let us then back off from emotion,
And argument for just its sake,
And using wide-angle perspective,
Perchance ask, What’s at stake?
People aligned to the international left,
Using lies of global (not true!) warming,
Engage tax and dominion control,
Enslaving plebes via mental-disarming.
Another deception stratagem,
Is found in grotesque public education,
That disavows liberty’s natural law,
With fealty to authority’s machination.
Another ploy of moneyed oligarchs,
Are business elites guaranteed by government,
So taxpayers bail out the richest,
And peasants can’t find where the money went.
And our ossified, imperious elected leaders,
Once elected take tenure,
We loath them but cannot un-elect them,
With system fixed sure.
Then the media is generally a cabal,
Of ruthless leftists in control,
Who march to deception’s drum,
And ignore the truth in full.
Not taking any of this personal,
What is going on?
And let’s look at another arena,
Giving more con.
In the most popular Christian belief realm,
Broadcasters talk of prosperity,
A scheme where the poor give to get rich,
Cruelly making the poor more needy.
My God, pray tell, what darkness the land,
What gross darkness the people,
Mesmerized to love the lies and lie-makers,
And the wolves eating sheeple!
The only enemy of mankind today,
Seems to be the truth-telling seer,
What epic disaster will give sight,
And bring to the blind truth near?
What is the pointer,
Or the dividing line?
Must all earth’s ranks choose,
Their recompense divine?
Is that, oh God, the point,
We’re coming to?
To make truth-lovers blessed,
The rest, with rue?
Because now it’s the reverse,
The cogent, truth-abiding are cursed,
Only lies are bought and sold,
Truth today is despised the worst!
Oh, what revelation!
Oh, what change!
When epic disaster,
Does rearrange!
Until that great day when,
Hard truth is cherished,
Truth lives in squalor,
While lies are embellished.
Lies can’t live forever,
But truth, in fact and indeed, does,
Surely truth will be known,
Through this present hell now loved.
………………………………
Sadly, hell will continue unchecked,
By ignoring wisdom of natural law,
Until hell bursts open in mayhem.
And the prideful finally learn awe.
Those not keenly attached to truth,
Will spit truth in the eye,
Though the learned say, forsooth!
Thus, the destructive will die.
The heads that are buttocks,
Will self-eliminate,
Leaving a planet cleansed,
And people great.
Now there will be,
Exceptions to the rule,
Some wise will die,
And not every fool.
But the earth shall necessarily cleanse herself,
As surely as the turning of the worlds,
How God lets the unwise eliminate themselves,
Will be mystery until it suddenly unfurls.
People might say this rolling self-destruction,
Of the self-destructive will be entirely unfair,
But God has given the internet and time to enough,
That non-seekers justly get caught unaware.
Yes, the oligarch leaders who mesmerize the masses,
Who themselves, of course, are also ugly deceived,
Who never self-correct, thus will teach correction to all,
Once blind sheep of cannibal leaders are bereaved.
And lest any think this writer mad,
I encourage no one to exact revenge,
Let God and God alone be just,
And let God arrange His times’ end.
The Ten-Trillionaire Televangelist
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/26/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
When he drew a boundary for Sea,
posted a sign that said no trespassing,
(The Message Proverbs 8:29)
One day a televangelist appeared on the scene,
He was handsome, charismatic, lean, not mean.
He said, Hello World! Give me your tithes!
He broadcast a wild show, it was quite a ride.
To one hundred-forty nations his show was sent,
From one hundred-forty nations came tithes’ ten percent.
At that time the world’s income was one hundred trillion,
And, by golly, he received ten-thousand billion!
Ten-thousand billion was his wonderful income,
Which was ten trillion, give or take a million.
As he had more cash than any known government,
Ambassadors from the US and China were sent.
Please help us, oh televangelist, they asked of him,
Would you buy us an aircraft carrier, or moon landing?
Our nations are broke, said ambassadors of the world,
Build us a freeway, or school, or tractor for field!
All the world’s excess cash has gone to you,
What, oh great man of God, with it will you do?
The world was quiet that day, waiting to hear,
What the richest man of God would say sincere.
But he said, Sorry to inform you, oh ambassadors,
I spent it all on myself, and perfume for my whores.
Did you think I’m not subject to the maxim,
Power corrupts: It did with my tithe taxing!
Don’t blame me for wasting all the world’s wealth,
To stop waste, oh world, keep your money yourself!
But honestly and quite frankly, since the world is so cotton-picking gullible,
I’ve decided to now become the world’s first quadrillion evangelist lovable!
But the government said, Well then, since you’ve given us the ax,
We declare that you’re a business, not church, and owe us great tax!
But the televangelist took off for new planets in his private starship rocket,
Proving no one could stop this televangelist on Earth from lining his pocket.
Let ‘em Bring Knives
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/3/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Natural Law-Lovers and Statist-Relativists Compared
Let ‘em bring their knives,
We’ve got guns,
Let ‘em make strange law,
We’re God’s sons.
Let ‘em mesmerize,
We ain’t buying,
Let ‘em self-destruct,
We ain’t dying.
Let ‘em rule their universe made,
To implode,
While we with loyal guns of truth,
Lock and load.
We ain’t by nature aggressive,
It’s them that ruined the land,
To hell with mind-mantra deceit,
In liberty, we take our stand.
They cannot kill our love of liberty,
Though they try, they can’t kill all of us,
We’ll kill mysticism and tyranny,
For what we’ve got is more, and them less.
All men are born with inalienable rights,
Best achieved by abiding between too little and too much law,
We shall defend our right to be free-born men,
Mind control tyrants: their “enlightenment” is a demon’s paw.
They trick sheep,
With mental shenanigans,
They can’t see,
Giant truth now awakens.
I Proclaim What Isn’t
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/7/2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
An ode to religious editors and other common heralds of God.
I proclaim what isn’t,
Never is,
This makes me smart,
A real wiz.
I proclaim what isn’t,
In religion,
I say what’s ended,
Never begun.
I’m quick to dishonor,
The dishonorable,
But to honor the indwelt,
Is not discernable.
Thus my solution is always,
Disavow what’s wrong,
And yet never, ever honor,
Those in whom God’s strong.
To do that would take humility,
Beyond my ken,
I’d have to humble myself,
And let God in.
I’d have to let go bad doctrines,
And their indwelt devils,
And confess my lopsided character,
Is beset by pride’s evils.
I proclaim what isn’t,
Never is,
This makes me smart,
A real wiz.
Author Unknown
Exodus 15:3, Revelation 19:11,
Some think of Jesus calm and shy,
And quiet as a mouse.
But I see Jesus as my Lord,
And guard of all my house.
Some say He’s tender, meek and mild,
And doesn’t raise His voice,
But I can see Him charge through Hell,
To give to man his choice.
Some say His hands are always clean,
He won’t let His feelings show,
But I can see Him roll His sleeves,
And fight off every foe.
My Jesus walks through Hell itself,
To set the captives free,
My Jesus upturned the table tops,
To gain His victory.
He bore my sins upon a cross,
My sorrows in His hand,
My whipping for unrighteousness,
My pain He did withstand.
He took my stripes to make me well,
My crown of thorns He wore,
And all my fears He crucified,
And all my shame He bore.
My Jesus is a Man of men,
A Warrior brave and bold,
My King of Kings and Lord of Lords,
Yes, He all Victory gives and holds.
The Crucible of Creation
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/11/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
T he crucible of creation,
Oh God, how it does hurt,
The crucible of creation,
How from it I would shirk.
I would shirk from the pain,
If I could,
But it makes me draw neigh,
As I should.
I draw neigh to You, oh Lord,
As I give up yet another dream,
And question, Why, oh God,
Woe and more woe remains my life’s theme.
I am numb to the pain,
Of more losing yet again,
Wondering why I hope,
Why in hope I remain.
Before, I was nothing much,
When I wanted it all,
But now I am sometimes much,
When I answer God’s call.
Do with me anything that you like,
Oh Lord, so far above me,
Life here is major bitter, minor sweet,
Tell me it’s better in eternity.
The Blind, the Gamers and the Seers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/17/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
T he blind, the gamers and the seers,
Oh man, what a fight!
The conned, conn’ers and explainers,
Oh God, who is right?
The blind have sort of chosen,
Not to intensely see,
God bless ‘em, they work for bread,
In dark hazard, busy.
The gamers, being somewhat clever,
Have by mystic ways figured out,
Tricks of tyranny o’er the blind,
Of invisible shackles stout.
The seer, whose intensions are good,
Wants to give light on this sham,
Is hated by the gamers and blind,
Who say, Let us kill this man!
Amazingly, the gamers usually con the blind,
To be the misled, crucifying crowds wry,
Until that seer-brought day of revelation,
When fields of caterpillar become butterfly.
Then the slugs of oppression,
In the light will dry up and die,
While the eagles of seeing,
Ever vigilant, roam the sky.
The Knowledge of Gaming and Evil
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/18/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Exodus 4:11
S ome preachers have it misunderstood,
The knowledge of gaming and evil,
They think wrong that gaming is good,
Themselves using schemes of the Devil.
From prosperity to seeker-friendly truth-avoidance,
They entrap their sheep in moral hazard,
As long as they get paid for their illogical, mad rants,
They don’t see their own gaming wayward!
The preachers err in calling their gaming good,
And neither seeing nor seeking truth higher,
Prophetic seers understand this gaming brood,
And warn them, They’re stuck in the mire!
But warn them is about all,
The patient seers can do,
The preaching gamers will fall,
When God’s time says to.
God made many of our blind, our deaf,
And even our bereft-of-truth mute,
To prevent them from being gamers selfish,
Until time of beyond-game breakthrough.
Yes, a time of great enlightenment is coming,
For all souls made more erect,
When detriments to the intellect and conning,
Will be seen by eyes perfect.
Perhaps it is on purpose then, God has made so many souls,
Spirit blind, deaf and mute,
To protect them from taking cheap advantage gaming controls,
With just a little truth.
Unfinished Awakenings
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/19/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Unfinished awakenings,
Everywhere you see,
Unfinished awakenings,
Enslaving you and me.
One gent, a preacher,
Figures prosperity,
Another, a teacher,
Promotes relativity.
Then a great politician,
Promises us change,
While the media minion,
Mindless rearrange.
Each empowered idiot,
Too dumb for words,
Enslaves captive audiences,
Extracting from blind herds.
But now In That Day’s fullness,
The fullness of time,
It’s time to make sense of madness,
To deconstruct rhyme.
Sleight shenanigan superiors,
Control somewhat inferior minds,
With wiles of mystic tyranny,
From hell’s deep-thought mines.
The universal moral hazard,
Of this, our sad day,
Is to be gamer or gamed,
Out of high truth’s way.
But the highways of truth,
Exist to be employed,
By seeking above gamed and gamers,
In virtue for virtue enjoyed.
Unfortunately the true seekers,
Frighten the dumb sheep,
Who in unfinished awakening ask,
Gamers to put seers to sleep.
Sad and ironic,
How true seers are despised,
Sheep love shearers,
Their cruel bonds not surmised.
Awaken, oh unfinished-awakened,
Your time of redemption draws near!
You’ve loathed well-wishing seers,
Awake, awake! Or reap more fear!
In the Beginning
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/27/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
In the beginning,
Came the Knowledge Tree,
Setting strange course,
For you and for me.
First, you see this:
A slave you be!
What agony, angst,
When trapped, un-free!
Second, awaken a little,
And see this:
A game or con over others,
Man, what bliss!
Via wiles or words or shenanigans,
You get power,
Over the enslaved: Outstanding!
It’s your hour!
You’ve tricked or conned others,
With a witch’s brew,
A slave-master of sorts,
Lucky for you.
Finally, then, see this:
It’s better to be neither,
Not slave, nor slave master,
But above-the-fray seer.
Join the lonely but growing crowds,
Dedicated to self-restraint,
Who won’t call gaming the gamed good,
Because it simply ain’t.
Then, how to live,
Not conning others?
Don’t rightly know,
I tell you brothers.
We’ll find out, together,
My friends of sanity,
We’ll put back the world,
Loving humanity.
Love! Love will set our affairs right,
There is actually no other course,
We’ll bring love back to this mad world,
Before hell on earth gets much worse.
The Wolves Who Cried, “Boy!”
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/1/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
(In this reverse redaction of Aesop’s “The Boy Who Cried Wolf,” just as there is no believing a liar who later speaks truth; tragedy goes to those who dishonor True Seers.)
In the legends of wolfdom,
From the frozen North,
Comes a tale of awful woe,
Of cross signals’ course.
The job of the seer wolves,
Was to cry, “Boy!”
When one appeared sudden,
To take all joy.
Boys brought villagers,
Villagers brought guns,
Guns brought bullets,
Bullets brought stuns.
So the wolf pack needed seers,
Seers who could see,
So that when a boy was coming,
The warned could flee.
But over time a wolf pack,
Lost its historic bearings,
And mistrusted its wolf seers,
With gossip and fearings.
So they arrested the wolf seers,
Born to cry, “Boy!”
The frightened pack thinking,
To stop their employ.
But a boy appeared after,
The wolf seers were jailed,
And each wolf of that pack,
Became a hide that was nailed.
The villagers then nailed a wolf hide,
Over each entrandsce door,
Saying, Thank God the wolf pack,
Removed its seers evermore!
And the poor, dejected, rejected wolf seers?
Well friends, they actually did escape,
And went to a different, grateful wolf pack,
Desiring a somewhat different fate.
So Out of Mind
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/4/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
So out of hand, so out of mind,
The tares choke the wheat,
With mechanical angels and,
Brain-dead courts replete.
Neither logic, nor evidence, nor reason,
Nor facts do matter,
Mechanical angels pull up the wheat,
Trusting mad blather.
It’s jabberwocky as proof,
And emotions of hate,
That’s all it takes to rip,
A beautiful soul’s fate.
Lord, the insane who,
Unaware of their own lax mind,
Must self-destruct, true,
But must they first crucify mine?
Free in the Clouds!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/6/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Free the clouds,
So free to be!
Free in the clouds,
Returning in thee!
No matter how bad,
No matter how dark,
He’s free in the clouds,
To bridge the arc.
Unseen to most,
But the ethereal eye,
Comes quick sudden,
The I AM of the sky.
The I AM of all,
The I AM that is,
Manifests in them,
Whom He deigns His.
The herald says,
Now He’s come!
Of spirit clean,
His chosen!
Others say,
Kill that herald!
He honors,
All that is bad!
No, says the herald,
You’ve got it wrong!
You call evil good,
And weak as strong!
Kill the herald!
The others say,
Lock him up,
Put him away!
So free in the clouds,
Quick in surprised faces,
With astonished souls,
Swapping fate places.
Reason’s Missing Requiem
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright June 12, 2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Reason died without requiem,
That was the stratagem,
Let it die without news,
To give the innocent bruise.
To hurt the innocent who believe,
Truth and logic would give reprieve,
Against accusations wrong,
When what matters is who is strong.
Who then is strong, who is weak?
The strong will dominate the meek,
The strong will say who is wrong,
Who is wrong will not belong.
Reason died without requiem,
Creepy culture is now the gem,
Salute insanity, and bow down deep,
Hail insanity for heads to keep!
To keep heads on shoulders, not cut off,
Agree, agree: Mysticism is the best boss!
Mysticism and tyranny has all dominion,
Who, in their right mind, would keep reason?
Deciphering the Bible’s Last Two Chapters
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright June 12, 2009 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Revelation Chapters 21, 22
The last two chapters of the Bible,
Proclaim from John, an angel, Father, Son and Spirit,
The past, the present, the future,
For all learned-and-prepared-by-God ears to hear it.
Will come a time,
Called In That Day,
When how it is to be,
Comes right away.
It’s not rapture,
Not always Armageddon,
Not prosperity,
Just, in fact, God’s Son come!
But He’s not coming,
As most people think,
Not as His single Self,
But: Behold, in a blink!
In a blink of an eye,
He comes suddenly,
In whom we dismiss,
As too spirit free!
The too unrestrained,
The too, well frankly, crazy,
The too unconventional,
The ones in humility!
The blessed, happy souls,
In whom God delights in,
Get God’s mind-power.
By Jesus manifesting.
The, oh my God,
It can’t be true!
Jesus not in some,
But in chosen few!
Deny, deny, deny!
Says the religious world,
For two-thousand years,
Deny this truth unfurl!
Keep discoverers marginalized,
And proved insane,
Who say Jesus comes quickly,
They are, they say, a bane.
The knowledge that: Behold,
Jesus comes quickly,
Is a bane to all whom God views,
Their religion as sickly.
Honor is due to whom,
God indwells in truth,
But all who despise this,
God tends to forsooth.
God is no respecter of persons,
Just worshippers in spirit and truth,
After two millennia of denial,
What has the church world got to lose?
Just the lie that,
We shouldn’t see and bless,
Who come in God’s nature,
But give our back and curse.
Woe to those religious nabobs,
Who don’t have eyes to see,
Brethren prophets, our Triune God,
And angels work to set us free!
So come, Lord Jesus,
In whom you so choose to deign,
We honor whom You honor,
Come in us, bring heaven’s reign.
God’s seventh angel proclaimed it,
John wrote it down,
Father and Spirit said the same,
Jesus came thrice ‘round.
It’s informal like that,
Nothing planned in advance by man,
As John wrote the Bible’s end,
Triple quick came the great I AM!
And Behold, again and again,
I come quickly in this fellow,
I would the rest of the world,
Be not so fearful fallow.
I desire to manifest,
In every man, woman and child,
Stop believing wrong things,
It’s Father’s doctrine, be not riled.
You ill-fed sheep,
Wolfish shepherds,
Abandon lies,
Believe God’s words!
And I’ll come quickly,
Even in you!
Believe in right spirit,
We will be true!
Behold, I come quickly,
It is not now nor since ascension a lie,
Choose you this day,
Believe I live, so in that day: you not die.
In that day,
You shall not die but rather live,
Just receive,
In true spirit what I give.
I give Myself,
And all that I am,
If you, yourself,
Are holy in stand.
Are In That Day Teachings a Rosetta Stone?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/16/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Are In That Day Teachings transcendent ideas codified?
Or are they some devilish polyglot to be fervently vilified?
Are In That Day Teachings shunned by religion and shunned by man?
Or are In That Day Teachings a Rosetta stone for today’s Christian?
Does God come in rapture and really take us away?
Or leave us to find God’s spirit truths for today?
Shall we be rigid in religion, oh so prideful pedantic?
Or shall we be humble, selfless, flexibly fantastic?
Could it be God really comes quickly in us?
In us brave enough to wrong doctrines toss?
No, no, no! In That Day Teachings can’t be true!
Because, if they were, there’s too much to rue!
We in religion can’t now nor ever will repent,
Or believe In That Day Teachings were sent,
Sent to us as an answer to the old, oft repeated prayer,
Asking, Father God, Why do we never get anywhere?
Long sought revival has just never appeared,
Because truth and spirit in us disappeared,
The In That Day Teachings cogently tell us the fix,
Repent! Repent! Repent! Which of course, we nix.
We, rich in broadcast, rich in position,
So rich we are in hide-bound tradition,
Resist these teachings for the Bible’s in that day,
Because the price of humility is too much to pay.
So forget the teachings, and don’t cipher all,
Forget that those prideful do naught but fall,
Forget what’s cogent, what as proven by time is true,
Like the Pharisees said, the ossified know best for you!
No One Will Wail
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/16/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Redacted in spirit from the story of Tom Horn, Government Scout and Interpreter
I’m in jail,
About to be hanged,
I mutters to God,
Well, I’ll be danged!
I came into town,
And Sheriff John Brown,
Says, Be my gun hand,
Son, you stick around.
But before I knows it the crazy stage,
Comes in too damn fast!
It’s got no passengers, but that driver’s,
Wild drunk off his ass.
No one sees little Emma,
Two-year-old daughter of the Sheriff,
Toddles into the stage’s path,
Too young, dumb, unaware to fear it!
Like a thunderbolt, I mounts up,
And from saddle leans down low,
And snatches up little Emma,
Saving her from mortal blow!
STOP! You BR-R-R-RUTE!
Yells a lady nearby,
Give us the B-A-A-A-A-BY,
That baby won’t die!
AR-R-R-REST him, Sher-r-r-riff!!
Is what she said,
He arrested me,
Now I’m ‘bout dead.
The stage coach driver,
Wouldn’t admit he speeded,
He needed his job,
And he kept what he needed.
The town ladies agreed,
I had planned to steal the baby,
Saying their good instincts,
Saved Emma’s life, not maybe.
They think I’m like Black Bart,
The worst of the bad men I know,
Who has threatened to kill Emma,
The Sheriff and his wife, Lou Joe.
And in truth,
That’s why I’m here,
To stop Bart,
‘Fore his killin’s near.
I heard Bart’s plan,
That he’s comin’ tomorrow night,
To do his evil deed,
And kill three Browns with a knife.
But they’ll hang me tomorrow at sunrise,
And bury me by noon,
I’ll be six feet under, stone cold as winter,
When the Browns meet doom.
I could stop Bart easy enough,
It’s what I was born to do,
Good wolves stop bad wolves,
If sheep trust what is true.
But the Sheriff doesn’t believe me,
Thinking I made up Bart’s plan,
I’d like to bust out and kill Bart,
But I don’t have to prove I’m a man.
Maybe the Sheriff’ll make a mistake,
And I can break out of jail,
Or maybe I’ll die tomorrow morn,
And no one, no one will wail.
The problem ain’t me,
This town ain’t got eyes to see!
I can’t fix them,
They ain’t set for eternity!
Hell, I could go tonight,
Or tomorrow at sun,
I’ve lived a full life,
This town ain’t begun.
Maybe I gotta die,
For the town folk to hate lies,
Maybe the Browns too,
For raw truth to be surmised.
I’ve seen plenty of dyin’,
In my life’s day,
Dyin’, livin’ don’t matter,
Truth is the way.
Truth must win,
And truth must last,
By my example,
To it stand fast.
Live or die, being,
Rich or poor,
What matters most is,
Truth is more.
The Moneyed Pipeline of the Next Move of God!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/17/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Redacted from a story about an American rust-belt city whose politicians refuse to help, because they haven’t figured out how to get in a pipeline of money if they do.
How to get in the moneyed pipeline,
Of the next move of God?
To get in the line of money,
Which is the broadcasting preacher’s job!
But when I’m in position,
And God comes in me,
He doesn’t charge anybody,
He does it for free!
It’s so frustrating,
To figure this out,
Believe for billions,
I want to shout!
How to get in the pipeline,
Of the next move of God?
Well, bed hard the Devil,
And don’t call it odd!
Fornicate, adulterate God’s gospel,
Invent any irascible new thing!
It’s just the same old dung heap,
From which preachers get bling!
Meanwhile brave hearts,
Go it alone,
And perchance in you,
God finds home!
That’s how it really is,
The new thing of God next,
A gift to the holy,
And curse to others vexed.
The Trouble with Mind Meddlers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/18/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Redacted from Joss Whedon’s movie “Serenity;” where River Thames says of the government Alliance, “We meddle. People don’t like to be meddled with. We tell them what to do, what to think. Don’t run. Don’t walk. We’re in their homes and in their heads and we haven’t the right. We’re meddlesome.”
Being as I was born,
In the land of the free,
America, the United States,
In Nineteen Fifty-three…
My early schooling taught me,
To love liberty’s self-constraint,
But now liberty’s under attack,
By meddlers doing what I can’t.
Bigot meddlers of prejudice believe gender,
Race or deference get preference,
Meddling mind rape it is, for Justice must be,
Blind, lest law be rot and logic rent.
But my teachers,
God bless ‘em, didn’t do this to me,
They minded my mind,
Not meddling up who I could be,
God help our poor children,
Now taught by meddlers of insanity,
They teach to hate logic,
And liberty lovers like, well, me.
All hail our great Founding Fathers,
The sanest of the sane!
They protect us from meddlers,
Who would enslave each brain.
Hail Washington, Jefferson, Adams,
And noble revolutionary crew!
They fought for reason and liberty,
Hoping, loving, dying; that we would too.
What the Pastor May Not Be Telling You
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/19/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
What the pastor may not be telling you:
You cannot buy it from him, even though he sells a lot,
But you might buy it from Him, though He sells a little.
If you are way too much in him,
He might not be too much in you.
But if you go far from him,
You might get close to Him.
If only he brings to you God’s mark,
Then you both have missed the mark.
If he cannot learn from you,
Then he teaches you pride.
If he wants you to think the way is a sermon,
Then an eagle’s way is the way of taxidermy.
If he cannot receive or give chastisement,
Then he has not perfect love, but perfect fear.
If his platitudes perfectly encompass the way,
He comprehends only but a little about the way.
If he manifests Christ but is quiet,
God is telling you, Learn from him.
If you both manifest Christ, and bless each other for it,
You have made God very happy by increasing heaven.
The way is mysterious: even when in it, he cannot fully explain,
The way is mysterious: even when in it, you cannot fully explain.
When he describes the way, follow him not, but find the way.
When you describe the way, none follow you, but find the way.
Beware the Heroic Cowboy Preacher
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/19/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Beware the heroic cowboy preacher,
Who lassos in his flock,
Saying, Beware some straw man enemy!
Then cowboy way he mocks.
Live free in Gawd’s guaranteed blessings, he tells you,
Or in secular ways die hard,
Just hand over a ten, twenty, forty percent tax,
Become his outlaw pard!
Shoot straight, be a man,
To God be true,
He says. But never,
Cross his fey ruse!
A real cowboy believes,
In self-constraint in liberty,
This gent, like the government,
Says what’s yours is his surety.
When you recognize this funk,
My friend, ride away!
Nothing changes a poltroon,
By what you say!
Beware the heroic cowboy preacher,
Who lassos in his flock,
Saying, Beware all non-cowboy preachers!
Then a coward’s way he stalks.
In God’s Blessed Presence, or Not
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #4 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/22/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Matthew Chapters 5:8 and 23:37-39
Being in God’s presence,
Gives a most incomparable blessing!
But whose exact presence?
Keeps some Christians wrong guessing.
Some give the back, the back,
The back, back, back, back, back!
To the strangers they meet,
Believing it’s fine, and further that…
When Jesus finally returns then,
They, as Christians, will at long last be happy,
And will no longer need to be,
To the stranger, or neighbor, so rude or snappy.
They think: That day,
Hasn’t come yet!
So disrespect,
Is their best bet!
Disrespect to strangers,
Is their sanctioned bet of the day?
Because, they think, God,
Doesn’t come quickly in us anyway?
Now, if He did,
So choose to honor the goodness in man,
Seeing His being,
In the stranger would be the detection plan.
Is the next stranger you meet,
Full of God’s incomparable blessing presence?
No? To heck with that strange idea?
And to heck with his wisdom and God-presents?
So think the feckless multitudes,
Of hubris-taught, fey Christian legions,
Proving themselves unbeknownst foul,
Desolate, and cursed by mean reasons.
If they only inquired and believed,
Others could be much, much further down the track,
They’d say, Bless you neighbor!
In you, sir or madam, I see Jesus now come back!
How have you done this marvelous thing?
What price in spirit did you pay, and I have yet?
God’s Spirit in you convicts me of errors,
So, I bless you again, lest I be desolate!
Now often the last person,
To realize this is the prideful, rigid preacher,
And is the worst example,
Rather than himself being humble, indwelt teacher.
The blessed pure in heart,
See and honor God in one another,
But those wrong Christian taught,
Think God’s presence in man: abject bother.
And so goes religious training,
Throughout our fair land,
People taught to bite not bless,
God’s indwelt hand.
