Topsy Turvy World

 

 

In a topsy turvy world

Where madness is sanity

How do the sane actually survive

In a pseudo reality?

 

And if atheism is true

And everything else is a lie

Then matter is all that matters,

Oh me, oh my!

 

Where, tell me, is up

And which way is down

And how can we say differently

And neither is wrong?

 

I can transition

But I cannot change back

Even though anything goes

And nothing is a fact.

 

A topsy turvy world

Is as good as any name

Where there is moral relativism

Thus, no blame.

 

Accept my gender

Once I tell you I am that

And never mind how I look,

Treat it as a fact.

 

 

 

Remember, I have the right

To be whatever I feel,

So, don’t you dare oppose me

Just simply yield.

 

All that matters is matter

Hate-speech is a no-no,

It’s not your worry what I am

Just agree it’s so.

 

To some this is not much

To others, quite a lot,

But there are irregularities

I hope you spot.

 

Atheism is one of them

Materialism is another,

Scientism is a scientific stretch

Monism is a bother.

 

Nothing before life

And nothing thereafter,

There is no slave and no servant

And definitely no master.

 

No God to overrule

No creator or creatures,

The right to do whatever I like-

Absolutely no standards.

 

 

Ecclesiastes 9 verse 3

Is an appropriate summary,

And how to avoid this inevitability

Is beyond you or me.

 

It will come to one and all

Both great and small

And none will escape its frigid bite

No, none at all.

 

Death is of a truth

It’s as real as real can be,

It’s a gateway to another world

Awaiting you and me.

 

Nothing before life

And nothing thereafter

Is nothing more than a satanic lie

Full of tragic laughter.

 

Laughing oneself to death

That’s what I mean,

What a topsy turvy world it is!

What a hopeless scene!

 

Stewart Russell © June 6, 2024

 

Feelings and Reality

 

 

A feeling is real

But not necessarily a reality,

This is applicable to you

As well as to me.

 

What a person’s reality is,

Is not always real,

This happens to the very young

As well as the old and frail.

 

The old folk see things

That we know are not there

But they are so sure of them

That they are gripped by fear.

 

It makes no difference

What arguments we bring,

At the end of our submissions

They see the same thing.

 

It is their reality

At that particular time

And while we know it is not real

It’s the reality in their mind.

 

A dream and the real

Can sometimes confuse a child

And if forced to choose,

He might be unable to decide.

 

Quite a lot these days

Is being decided on feelings

And even the law courts

Consider this in their dealings.

 

I don’t mean the human face

That motivates our decision

To reach out with a helping hand

To demonstrate compassion.

 

I mean abnormal feelings

That are naturally unreal

That are quite similar in kind

To which mad people appeal.

 

When feelings become the premise

For determining a reality

This would be a sure indicator

Of universal insanity.

 

But hold on a minute!

I am not quite through yet,

Please note, the trajectory we are on

Suggests we are well set.

 

We allow the insane

To demonstrate how mad we are

For in treating their madness

We make them a star.

 

Since then, madness is honored

While sanity is refuted,

And what was understood as reality

Is now being fiercely disputed.

 

Feelings and reality

Who can tell the difference?

Now that feelings have eliminated

What once was pretense.

 

 

Our dreams are becoming true

As we live out our feelings daily

But nightmares are the reality

As evidenced by our depravity.

 

Stewart Russell © October 2019

 

Commonsense

 

 

Good sense and gumption

Reasonableness and judgment

Horse sense and mother wit

Sagacity and discernment

 

Commonsense is basic sense

As in the case of a horse

So that a human being without it

Is an indication he/she is lost.

 

To sink below a horse

In the manner of our reasoning

Is a very dangerous proposition

That is quite disheartening.

 

The fact of its very name

Indicates it should be common

But here it gets most interesting,

It is sadly lacking quite often.

 

Due to stark shortsightedness

It was contrasted with education

But education without commonsense

Is lacking information.

 

In commonsense is education

And education in commonsense

And to separate the two of them

Should be an unlawful offense.

 

Commonsense is now outlawed

And replaced with a pseudo education,

An education that only makes sense

To those with a warped imagination.

 

You may think that I am going mad

Given the argument that I bring

But it seems there is a competition

 

For thinking up the most stupid thing.  

Education is about progress

It is about using our commonsense

But the direction in which it is going

Is absolute nonsense.

 

Which says it is not education

But a horrible lack of commonsense

And so-called educated people

Are rushing to its defense.

 

Commonsense and education

Walk hand in hand always

And if what we do does not improve life

Then the two have parted ways.

 

I am tempted to be specific

But I am urging you on to think

Of the many so-called bright people

Who are leading us to the brink!

 

Commonsense is becoming extinct

And nonsense is taking its place,

Many line at stupidity starting point

To compete in the nonsense race.

 

It’s like the advent of virtual reality

Is of far more significance that the real

And what has been long established

Is now becoming quite stale.

 

Let us accommodate everyone

Regardless of what he/she believes,

And though it be void of commonsense

Let us embrace its appeal.

 

 

It’s like fake news and the factual

Both of these are publicizing the truth,

And what is tremendously amazing…

Both supply undeniable proof.

 

You can now have an exact copy

Of what a person did not say,

Word for word and comma for comma

That’s the new commonsense way.

 

My commonsense is not yours

And your commonsense is not mine,

But both of them are commonsense

Though commonsense of a different kind.

 

We have commonsense that is madness

And commonsense that is not common,

It is high time we define the term

To include the ridiculous and the wanton.

 

Then commonsense would be anything

That the weirdest weirdo would do:

In which case the only commonality would be

It has to be somebody's view.

 

Stewart Russell © October 2019

 

Madness

There is a bit of madness

In everyone…

And I believe it was there

From the time we were born.

You can blame it on Adam,

If you like,

Perhaps, in a natural sense,

You would be right.

This course of study

Is Madness 101,

I’ll make it a crash course

And then I’ll be gone.

Now, I am no psychiatrist

And I am not a psychic,

But every one of us

Has some peculiar habit.

I can’t give a name

For each of these “madnesses”

But we can agree

That each one exists.

You don’t know who you are

That’s an identity crisis,

Normal at birth and in old age

But now the youth are at risk.

You don’t know where you are

You are lost,

This is the case with many

And it’s a colossal cost.

Everybody else is mad

Except you,

This is particularly dangerous

Since it is an infectious view.

A convenient loss of memory

Is another madness,

It is an “I just can’t remember

Who caused this mess.”

“Everybody else is wrong

And I am right.

They are in the darkness

I alone am in the light.”

This is considered serious

Especially when it is always so,

Always right is madness

And it is time that you know.

Politics is madness

But it is a licensed madness,

It is also compelling

As many of us can attest.

We know he is talking madness

But we give him our vote

And we’re likely to do it again,

Just take note.

Hearing and seeing things

Is another one that exists,

And even University graduates

In this case are at risk.

We all suffer from this madness

And it’s just not cool

To try to convince me

That I am the only fool.

To see is to believe,

We see what we don’t believe

But take it a step further

And receive what we don’t receive.

Confessing to it is madness,

At worst, it’s a lie

But on such a dubious profession

Many Christians rely.

At best they call it faith

But it is really rot,

It is straight-up madness

Which faith is not.

  

Real faith is believing in God

And in His Holy Word,

Belief in any other is madness

And should be considered absurd.

Absolute selfishness

Is absolute madness,

That’s the reason why the world

Is in such a horrid mess.

I didn’t do it

When I know that I did

Is lying madness

That comes high on the grid.

This one is prevalent

And growing day by day

Hence, the numbers in prison,

That one was by the way.

Nail biters and thumb suckers:

That is your sign

And that look in your eyes

Says you have lost your mind.

I am not talking about children

This is about grown-ups,

And you don’t have to go far

Just in the mirror, look!

Another time, perhaps,

I will talk about the church,

There is madness there too

You don’t have to be an expert.

I am tempted as I close

But I will leave it alone,

But concerning the madness levels

We all are in some zone.

Stewart Russell © December 2019

Out of the Mouth of Babes

I want to address a situation

That took me by storm today

“Out of the mouths of babes”

I’ve often heard people say.

You will wonder like I did

At the news that I received

And even as I think about it now

I just cannot believe.

A little girl just ten years old,

Accused while at primary school

Of being homophobic

Said, she was quite confused.

She only learnt the other day

The meaning of the word

So when referred to as homophobic

She was quite perturbed.

She was excluded from school

For alleged homophobic comments,

Five days denied of her education

Five days from school she spent.

A child’s education was withheld

When she spoke out against a wrong

And what is so amazing is,

The school system went along.

She did not hate LGBT people,

Only that it was taught in school,

And that ever since such had begun

The students were being confused.

Before the teaching of LGBT

Students were sure of their gender

But now since its introduction

To madness they have surrendered.

Out of the mouth of a babe,

A primary school child of just ten years

And, in opposition to the system,

A vital truth appears.

  

A child’s gender was never in doubt

Even two-year-olds knew,

Whether girl or boy, they could tell

By the facts within their view.

And no one could ever fool them

However much they insisted,

They could differentiate girl from boy

And when challenged, they resisted.

I know a two-year-old

She is adamant she is a girl

And if you should suggest otherwise,

She would think you are absurd.

But now even teachers vacillate

And people that should know better too,

“When old enough they can decide…”

I wonder, is that is your view?

Children knew their gender

Before they knew what LGBT meant,

The fact there is now confusion

Is what this ten-year-old resents.

And quite right she is, though young,

And that truth we all know

But for some sinister, hidden reason,

We don’t want that truth to show.

When a ten-year-old is punished

For boldly speaking forth the truth,

Quite a lot must be wrong with us

And therein lies the proof.

The fact it was Gay Pride Month

Only makes it all the worse,

It just goes to show to one and all

In education what now comes first.

“Oh! What a tangled web we weave

When first we practise to deceive”,

When the truth we won’t receive

Then a lie we will believe.

Stewart Russell © July 2019

“Oh! What a tangled web we weave

When first we practise to deceive”.

Extracted from a play written by Sir Walter Scott

 Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful; but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened.

Romans 1:21 KJV