An Obligatory Post (or A Poem with Purview)

Here at The Queso Club, there are two things we love best: 1) neglecting our blog; and 2) occasionally crafting sonnets of mediocre quality. Seeing as we have lately exceeded expectations as far as the first is concerned, this post will focus on the second. I have (rather hastily) penned a pensive poem about the persevering power of individual moral decisions in the cosmic battle between good and evil. I would like to apologize for not revising the poem so as to enhance its literary quality, and I would also like to recommend the book that inspired the writing of this piece: People of the Lie by M. Scott Peck, M.D. This poem seems lacking to me, and I may draw it out into several fourteen-line stanzas, of which the following would be the first. If you don't like it, you should get that checked out. Yes, Chris, ya heard me!

People of the Lie

Good or evil, the imminent choice,

a cosmic fate determined

for each will to rot or to rejoice;

each moment each soul long-term and

eternally engages conflict:

the will's narcissistic derelict

against reality divine,

a sick sinner's moral sclerosis

against a terrible truth,

the guards neurosis and psychosis

against the all-loving Sleuth,

Light to save the people of the lie;

the soul in shadow dying will die

pale beneath its own lonely shrine. 

I could write several pages explaining the meaning of this poem from an intellectual, theological, and psychiatric standpoint, but I will spare you all. Suffice it to say that the most important decision you will ever make is the next one. Be on guard. Every moral choice (aka. every choice) oriented toward evil is a dangerous step away from the True Living God into Satan's suffocating straight-jacket of lies. Don't let love of self destroy self; rather, let self be realized through the love of God (both meanings are implied). For Him you were made; for you he longs. If you shut the door to Him you will shrivel into a pathetic, deluded existence damned to your own world and dominated by the lies of an ever-tormenting narcissistic lust. So, yeah. If I update this poem, I assure you that it will not be so grave. Now go forth and live with meaning. Peace!

Superbly,

SmoothJazz