My Interpretation of Song of Solomon

Erin’s dells,

Heath of mine heart

The rolling thunders

From you I shan’t depart.

 

Gift from God

The Love of my life;

I have forgotten you

Oh heath of the dell where the rolling hills and valleys

Alighted upon my soul.

 

Sassafras’s aroma filled the shoals

Of affection’s love and righteous heat

Where our two hearts in lover’s embrace

Did alight and sweet melody meet.

I have seen the beauty of Tyrus

Even wonton in a dream…

Nude there for me to see

I saw that lovely maiden in a dream.

 

Yet, hardened of you

Wife of my youth

I did forget your beating breast

Which did get beat at every stroke

Of my heart filled desire

For the Queen of Sheba

Southern Queen…

 

Where are you now

O’ lovely maiden

Who came to me in a vision’s dream?

Are you gone? Shall we meet?

Shall the limpid destiny

Separate us, two turtle doves?

 

Nay, I cannot give you my greatest love poems

For the pomegranates of your wine

The spiced cedar of your breath

Under the heat of the day’s surmise…

Where are you,

Oh milk and honey?

The land of Erin’s Dells

Oh Israel,

Oh Jeshurun

Oh beating love…

Swarthy Shulamite

In the lattice I peer into you

Yet am gone,

For the night watchmen have shushed me away.

 

The king has asked for a concession from you

Oh gift from God

Erin’s dells

The Jorgia of my heart…

Sweet you are, taking many names

Yet the southern queen’s face

I love more.

Yet, it is you who had my heart at first

And it is you, oh loveliest among maidens

Who might have my heart for all days.

 

Oh Shulamite, have you said:

“Who are you?

“Beloved, where have you gone?

“I am undressed

“And myrrh drips from me

“In drops, I am anointed for love.

 

“Beloved,” Heath in the dells,

“I am sick of love.

“Come to me,

“For when I turn the door

“You are gone.

“In my languishing,

“I have sought like a sheep lost from the fold.

 

“I wander the street,

“Oh beloved, I wander the street

“And I am beaten, and stripped.

“I look for you.”

 

Oh, Solomon, a thousand talents are yours.

Take them, and leave me to my land

To till, to vine, to dress and drink.

Where are you, my beloved?

I wait for thee.

 

Two Prophets

One prophet speaks peace

Another speaks war

Then the next day

They both do a  turn.

 

The one who spoke peace

Does say there will be war

And the other he sees

Says peace is assured.

 

This reason, this crux

This riddle of such

Is that the nations have choice.

Media Entrapped Herself

Oh, Media, Media, strong,

Drawn by serpent’s chariot wheels

Your cauldron brewed the fairy lord

And great mischeif to and fro sung;

Mischief upon harbinger’s reels

To and fro, to and fro, on lightning fords.

 

You searched for dragons

Now in you inhabits them

Oh Media Media

Strong, drawn by serpent’s chariots’ wheels.

 

The trap is sprung,

I tried to warn…

Flee you did

With such a woman’s scorn.

Media, Media, strong,

Drawn by serpent’s chariot’s wheels.

 

Now, I bid you farewell.

Media, Media, strong

Drewn by serpent’s Chariot wheels.

 

The whole earth hates you

Oh Media, drewn by serpent’s chariot wheels.

 

Queens and kings, peasants and paupers

Slaves and free…

Oh Media, Media, drewn by serpent’s chariot’s wheels.

 

Media, Media, from the world

We on earth will not love you churl

Media, Media, strong, drewn by serpent’s chariot wheels.

 

The songs were song

The prophet’s wise

Mercy you spared not

But sought a prophet’s demise.

Media, Media, Strong, drewn by serpent’s chariot’s wheels.

 

Now, I say this once again…

Do what you will,

My beloved friend.

Media, o Media, Strong, Drewn by serpent’s Chariot wheels.

 

For the whole world knows it’s you

Who prevented the things to come.

Media, o Media, strong,

 

Drewn by serpent’s chariot wheels.

 

What things did you prevent?

O Media, Media, Drewn by Serpents Chariot’s Wheel?

 

Peace.

 

Glimmered your eye

That I made a mistake.

Media, o Media, drewn by serpent’s chariot wheels.

 

For I am one, another is another

Two prophets there were…

Media, Media, Drewn by serpent’s chariot’s wheel.

 

Abaddon you did praise

Abaddon you did love

Abaddon, Abaddon,

Your sired son.

Media, Media, drewn by serpent’s chariot wheels.

 

I saw your state, lowly and low.

The thing the prophet gave you

Shall be your mourning showl.

Media, Media, drewn by serpent’s chariot wheels.

 

My own eyes saw her

The dogs shall lick…

This is just a poem

But it has you in such a fit.

Media, Media, strong, drewn by serpent’s chariot wheels.

 

My friends you’d test

To make me hate…

My enemies’ behest,

You’d fight for their fate…

Media, Media, strong, Drawn by Serpent’s Chariot’s wheels.

 

Look for dragons, you have found.

The Wyrm is in your head,

For being so proud.

Media, Media, strong, drewn by serpent’s chariot wheels.

 

To poverty you shall go

And loose all your job.

I shall be made clean

And I you have robbed.

Media,

Media,

Drawn by Serpent’s Chariot wheels.

 

Yet, mercy I extend

For I am a merciful man.

This is not Kabbalah

Just a song I have stand.

Media, Media, Strong, drawn by serpent’s chariot wheels.

 

I love my enemies,

And you thought I did hate.

The woman I grew up with

Shall not have your fate.

Media, Media, strong, drawn by serpent’s chariot wheels.

 

For you, by abusing your lungs

Have screamed “Murder”

To an innocent son.

The whole world watched me

By some strange thing…

I did no such thing

So poverty shall be your wedding ring.

Media, Media, strong, Drawn by serpent’s chariot wheel.

 

I tried to tell you…

I was quite silent as a dove.

You have the codex

But everyone else will shrug.

 

“But look! But look!

“He says this so!”

Media, Media, just let it go.

It’s just Corruption

Here is something for the FBI to investigate.

 

Corruption on every level.

The McDonald’s Clerk has to do impossible things

Just to keep their job.

Their crappy job, they have to do what is impossible.

 

The Copyright Clerk denies

A claim because of some technical bureaucratic nonsense.

He refuses, lies by saying the claimant refuses,

Therefore several dozen masterpieces end up on Amazon.com

Where nobody will read them.

 

Federal agents investigate an innocent man

For almost a decade

Because he knew a man who was in a cult

Who has since left that cult…

And the head investigator is a superstitious nut job

Who believes in the writer’s Fairytales

Wasting public resources to prove that Dragons exist.

 

The whole Media lampoons whoever’s president

For almost fifty years.

Then, we have two people under FBI investigation

As front runners in the National election.

 

Friends somehow sneak into a writer’s house

Find a hand written manuscript

And sell it out from under him.

Somehow the characters have the same names

And a peculiar carved bear shows up out of the blue.

 

Billionaires carelessly set up free publishing platforms

Then offer the writers no tangible way to make a living on it…

As if that’s not best, they obviously have read something from it

Because more peculiar and idiosyncratic subjects end up

In their launch for a television platform.

 

Publishers, agents and literary journals rejects me 75 times

Leaving me vulnerable to whatever nonsense is happening right now.

 

FBI, let me conclude the investigation for you.

You’re dealing with a corrupt society.

You, them, everyone.

So long as you know I tell the truth.

How To Interpret Fairyland

There is a philosophical concept I want the reader to understand, first and foremost. That is Nihilism, Solipsism, Last Thursdayism, Mind in a Vat---etc, etc, etc,. In other words, absurd claims in philosophy. Nihilism is the thought that there are no morals. Solipsism is the thought that only you exist. Last Thursdayism is the thought that everything was created last Thursday, and our memories are simply inherited, and are not real. Mind in a Vat is that we are in a computer program, etc.

So... there's one common theme and element in all of this. It is the element of untruth. We know, without a doubt, that morals exist. We know without a doubt that Last Thursday was not the beginning of the universe. We know, without a doubt---with the most amount of evidence than the others---that we are not alone. We know, without a doubt, that we are not in a computer program. And the reason for this is quite simple. There is something in us, hardwired even, to say that the empirical world we observe is true. It's in us to say some other things, as well.

So, all of these claims are purely philosophical in nature. Yes. We know they are absurd. Yes. We know that they are unable to be proven true. Yes. Or false. Yes. They are simply thought experiments. Yes.

So, onto some other noteworthy, and actually believed notions. The Earth is flat. We have ample sources, satellite photos, astronauts, even ocean cartography among other things, to safely assume that the earth is not flat. It is a little harder to be convinced that this is true---just a little, but enough to make foolish people believe it. So, at the core, there would have to be an entire conspiracy of all governments of the world keeping it secret that the Earth is flat, if it really were. So, keep this in mind.

Then, there is evolution. We don't have direct evidence of it. But, we have a cadre, a  very large cadre, of people who inherently believe that Evolution is not true. And the reason for this is religiously motivated. Now, I'm more religious than these because I don't think God is proven false or true based on the existence of a theory like Evolution. It's really not a thing to consider, but Christians consider it and look mighty foolish doing so. So, the idea that evolution does not exist, falls into these categories. But, there's more.

Conspiracy Theories. Now we get to the meat and potatoes, that every American will believe, at some point, a conspiracy theory of some kind. JFK assassination, Big Foot, Moon Landing, Illuminati, Lizard Kings, etc. etc. etc. And, we get the same kinds of problems with this as we do the previous. It's all built on data that is interpreted in a way that is not accurate. For there to be a conspiracy, there'd have to be a lot of things happening that would be impossible to hide. So... it's all ideas based in some solid sociology, but the cause is being attributed to a few people, when it, in this case, should be attributed to the society as a whole. For not respecting Democracy, for letting themselves be fooled by Entertainment. For simply desiring their lives to be a lot more interesting than they actually are. In other words, Conspiracy Theories are cultural delusions meant to spice life up for the average Joe, and imprint on the society the ills of the individual.

So... we get to the ultimate schema. Fairyland. It is the culmination of all of these. It allows all of it to be true. There is a Jontunheim underneath the earth. If we're in space, it's because we're in a jewel like galaxy created by giants. If there is magic, it's because of xyz. So... I'm sure a lot of Fairyland will be proven false. Some of it will be proven true. And like any theory, there will be mental gymnastics to make it exist. As is the case with Conspiracy Theories, Flat Earthers, Moon Landing Deniers, 9/11 Truthers. The fact remains that it is probably not true. 9/11 was more than likely perpetrated by foreign powers wanting to drive America to the ground. The earth is probably not flat. Giants probably don't exist.

So... there encounters a problem with Religion, specifically Christianity, to believe in Flat Earths, Evolution's untruth, among other things. And if this is true, then Fairyland must be true. Because we no longer live in an accidental world---that doesn't mean by accident; it just means it is caused. We then live in a magical world. And the point of Fairyland is to simply say, "I don't know if it exists or not. But, I don't believe it does because it doesn't make sense with reality."

So... what does Fairyland mean. That's the more important aspect. It is no longer metaphysical, but it is rather metaphorical. It means something. Medea does not exist. But, the Internet and Television do exist. Brittos does not exist. But, people have to fight a battle against the entertainment they consume in order to win the day, and stay a Christian. Giants do not exist. But, people have uncanny lusts for life that will make them more likely to commit wrongdoing just to have a better life. Orcs don't exist, but there are  extremely violent people. Elves don't exist, but there are people who lust, and would accept any gross technology that could be conceived because it will give them more opportunity to do gross things that will please them in the short run. There is no such thing as Leviathan---a three kilometer long Sea Conch---but there is death, and an afterlife. There is no such thing as Thor---but there is a desire to leave here, and go some place different, new, strange, lusty. There is no such thing as Fairies---but there is an artificial reality created on the television and internet. There is no such thing as Somodivas, but there are women who are more interested in their freedom than actual love; and more often they are beautiful and wildly dangerous to court. There are no such things as Dragons, but there is such a thing as misers and people who will destroy everything just to enrich themselves.

With that being said, that is how Fairyland is to be interpreted. It's not likely that these things exist in reality. Nethanim more than likely are not real. But, I am real. And these stories are there to help me overcome the theories noted above... all bound together in Fairyland. Because there it is an ultimate schema that must be wrestled with. There, anything is possible in the real world of Fairyland, which is the mental world of the author, or the Nethanim. Which is why it's dangerous to believe the above because they take the blame off of the actual problem. That is the person, the individual---because people often search for Fairyland for a purpose. A notable author, T. S. Eliot had his famous character Prufrock drown himself looking for this. I can see no other metaphor to draw from it. It's interesting how archetypal this is... what I'm dealing with. But, you can drown yourself looking for the Fairyland, when you need to be grounded in the actual land you're standing on. Rather, Fairyland is there to explain psychology. Not reality.

And the above theories are all Fairyland. They are all mental movies and delusions the person who entertains them are living. They are defense mechanisms, they are binding all of our hate into an effigy, much like the secret societies do that we critique. But, they, in a sense, are Fairyland. Far away, removed, and kind of there dancing around Moloch, in their crazed delusions. Which, real or not, they only have power if they suck you into it too. Which is why Fairyland is much like Solipsism or Last Thursdayism. It's a thought experiment meant to help you escape the so called Magical Reality, which is in all truth a delusion shared by a population.

And these foes are dangerous. Don't get me wrong. Just, they're dangerous in a different way. Rather than attack you physically, they attack you mentally. And if mentally, you start making bad decisions. And that's how we get Trump in office. That's how we run Hillary against him. That's how we pass bills in Congress that are troubling like the Real ID or Healthcare Mandate. And we must remember that the Founding Fathers fought against something tangible. A tax. It was not boogiemen. Had it been, it would have been a war that couldn't be won. And in the intellectual battleground, we need to rid ourselves of the boogiemen in order to see the real problem, which is just human corruption creeping in at every level of government. And that being conflated with Fairyland is dangerous because Fairyland to a rational human being doesn't exist. Neither do conspiracies or Moral Nihilism. They are fringe doctrines, and I'm afraid that no war needs fought right now. But, these corruptions within the leaderships is letting open a door for wars, and unnecessary conflicts which could threaten the Earth.

So, the foes to fight are internal. That's Fairyland. It's internal, not external. It's a battle for thoughts, not steel. And if we understand that, I think we'll learn why stories are so important for a society. Because they are one of the foremost ways we define evil, and we can also use it to stand against evil. But seeing the bad guy on Avengers Hail Hydra---which is Hitler, like, that's what it is---it's not the foe we need to fight. The foe we need to fight is within us.

O My Nethanim

O my Nethanim

I love you,

My Nethanim.

I love you…

Why do you bite with asps poison?

There in the woods

You stand, like serpents ready

To be charmed.

Charm I do…

For a word, a word

You are ready to tear me into pieces.

 

I humor you

I hear you behind me

Making your bird songs.

 

Have even you turned against me,

Have you turned against one of God’s anointed?

Yes, for in the woods you stand

With the darkness of the cloud of hate

Under your brow.

You tempt the prophet

To sin, when he is only

Commanded by Paul to greet.

Greet I do…

You follow me around

O forest police!

In my heart I imagine the centipede

Biting you on your hand

Or the goose flocking around you

Or the fish jumping from the wakes

To get in between your armor.

 

Yet, I do not want you harmed

For you are pure and right.

Yet, I hear your bird songs

Becoming like the chirp of the frogs…

You are being corrupted.

 

O my loves! Know that when your Nethanim turn evil

It is a soon final test from the LORD!

Walk through the forest

With no fear.

Tell them to repent

And look a fool doing it.

For these shall not save you;

Only the LORD can save you.

Yet, I do not want them

Harmed… for I do not hate them.

I do not want them injured.

Simply understand

Sometimes even the Nethanim hate their subject

For sometimes even they are bribed

By false judges over them.

Stand boldly against them

For they will repent with their whole heart.

Fear, and they shall kill you.

Geopolitics

There are no good guys.

I’m afraid there are no good guys.

Here… in America… I’m oppressed.

They think I’m a prince.

When I’m only a pauper.

Not a slave.

Just a free man.

As free as you can be in America.

 

I look across the world.

It’s ran by gangsters.

Kings, they’re called.

They look a lot like gangsters to me.

Putin? Meh… He’s scary.

Whatever he does

America does.

Obama did.

Like… it’s amazing to me

This pretense of freedom.

 

Saudi Princes are supposed to be boogie men.

They look half decent.

Kings of Jordan, The Sheikh

Who owns Hollywood…

Meh… Look at old Hollywood.

He’s always owned it.

 

Put away your television, America.

Put away your computer.

Read a book or two.

 

I look at the world.

It’s sin. Sin is the conspiracy.

Robber Barons who own industry

All mingled with the gentry classes.

They cheapen their products.

It makes people sick.

They don’t care.

A weapon? Meh…

Just sin.

 

American propaganda.

You go over to Egypt… the people aren’t hurtin’.

Russians act like idiots, but they’re honest.

Chinese are respectful.

North Koreans seem to be fed.

India’s not as poor as we want to believe…

A few billion people is hard to lift out of poverty in one generation.

 

I mean… it just seems to me

Like the rest of the world is happy to just live

Eat, and drink.

It seems like America is intent on war.

For what motive? Because there are boogiemen.

 

People are pretty much fed.

All over the world.

More people are out of poverty now

Than ever were.

Yet, we have the propaganda machine trying to start war.

A war I’m afraid we cannot win.

 

Our troops are women.

Our men are effeminate.

Our people are fat.

 

I mean… It’s just propaganda.

Isn’t it?

 

They’re gearing America for war.

They’re naming bad guys.

I’ve seen Iran’s cities.

They look a lot better than ours.

A lot cleaner.

A lot safer.

A lot nicer.

Just women can’t drive cars.

 

I think this is what Trump is trying to say.

You can’t win this with war.

I think he’s seen enough of people,

And the world to know America is not

The shining beacon on a hill.

Rather, it’s being left behind

While everyone else is running ahead.

And, I have, unfortunately,

Corrupt police in my area.

I have, unfortunately, organized crime

Right in my hometown.

I have, unfortunately, a lot of things

Going on.

 

Is Trump bad?

I don’t know. I really don’t.

I would assume not, because I don’t see Chinese troops marching down my street.

I don’t see atomic bombs blasting down cities.

All I see are a bunch of Americans

Believing that we are rich.

And… perhaps we are.

But, we just can’t accept the fact that other people are starting to be rich

Too.

God Found in History

 

Thirteen o Two, the Pope declared:

“Peace! Peace! Bring all ecclesiastical authority

“The authority of Christendom

“Over to me! So the troops do nare

“Fight, and wars spread!

“So the great plagues do not sweep

“Through your nations!

“So great suffering does not endure for a century!

“So famines do not wreak havoc on your lands!”

 

This Martyr was captured and tortured.

Thus, my friends, why there was the black death.

Thus, my friends, was the Hundreds Year War.

Thus, my friends, was the Schism.

 

Do not put to death your holy men

For they speak peace.

After they die,

The nations do suffer

From Asia even over yon to Europe.

 

Fifteen Eighteen, yonder the wars

The Pope indulged peoples to sins.

Thus, righteous Israel separated

From Unrighteous Rehoboam;

Thus, great martyrs were made.

Thus, great wars were to be had.

Thus great pogroms spurned the nations.

Do not indulge in sins

Otherwise great harm is done

And many peoples die.

 

1518 Cortez set sail to find new lands

For the Spanish lords.

Find he did, men who practiced rape

Cannibalism, Human Sacrifice;

Murder was legal,

Food was your very kin;

Wars were games

Where the captors were then to be supped

On at table.

 

Cortez found them,

And conquered them

With miracles of battle.

Plagues swept through,

Destroying cities

Destroying camps

Yet righteous natives it did not harm.

500 men fought of 100,000

And won.

Galleons were carried over mountains

To war.

And when there was sin in the ranks

The enemies did prosper.

 

1920s men turned away from God.

Men reveled in their sciences.

Men called men animals;

Men turned and called their fellow man inferior.

Men abandoned their God.

So came the great Dust Bowl.

So came the great famine.

So came a war so notorious

It killed millions of innocents.

So came pogrom after pogrom.

All for abandoning God…

 

What will happen today?

Atheism spreads like cancer.

Men walk with gleeful pride

Of their sinful acts

Boasting in their sin

Boldfaced like a harlot

Who just got paid to whore.

 

Consider wisely.