The Teacher’s Apple

The man who fights our God is the same man who wakes up covered in bruises.

No catalyst from beneath is to blame, and even if it hovered, he freely chooses.

A godless teacher may acquire fame, but any scenario in which I am sought he loses.

Even with a formidable name, his battleships have the look of silly carnival cruises.

Grab the whiskey flask and take a few rattled sips, in sunlight every barnacle oozes.

Esoterica thrives to expose the underbelly as if it had something to teach me.

Holy Writ revealed the darkness of men's heart way before you heard of a Nietzsche.

Please excuse me if I am not impressed with the existential word, it feels a bit leachy.

They don't know who built the sand castles, but simply charged you an obnoxious beach fee.

Evolution explains everything with conjecture, that is how you know it did not happen.

Meet the lone student interrupting a bogus lecture, like fearless Perseus before the Kraken.

I command the blind to see as they grope for texture, the heathen wants to break bread, but my diet it Atkins.

Religion is always promised respect with blood speckled lips, that is why I came to the interrogation with napkins.

William Wallace came into the world through red freckled hips, freedom is not a potion with the eye of newt and bat limbs.

I have no desire to teach you how to pray, nether will I give you a selection of words to say.

My only desire is to provide a lamp to outlast the night unto the appearance of day, it's up to you if you want to stay.

Our positions on ultimate reality are very far from being equal.

I have long escaped the banality of trapped minds "freeing people".

You can lead a horse to water but you can't make that beast drink.

You can't change a recalcitrant mind, but you can make it at least think.

I know the tricks of a spiritual kind that culminate in a quick priest wink.

There is not person or collective that is above sensible reproach

However, I move through life without the touch of an ostensible coach.