Aught known, Brittos’ feats

He killed Athena.

To approximate:

Athena knows all which is possible for man.

Athena also commanded the souls of

Dead Giants,

Which she could then control

Anyone—even the innocent—whom she pleased to place those cold souls into.

 

Brittos shaved Thor’s beard,

Thor who wore nine realms in his ring

Who slaughtered Sun Wukong

Who while fighting,

Destroyed the entire nine realms of Thor.

Brittos beat the knave with, with knife and shield.

 

Brittos slew an entire army

With the jawbone he ripped

From out an opponent.

 

Brittos killed an entire city of Valkyries

When he killed their king;

One Valkyrie was enough to give grave fight

In Gladiatorial pits.

 

Brittos killed an army of cyborgs

When he threw a magnet which weighted thirty tons.

Brittos also fought the Elf Priestess

With spear and shield.

She wielded a Bow,

Its arrows lightning.

 

Brittos won his fight against the Grea

Which commanded the sea,

To also summon the Chok

Which did manipulate

The very verse of the Odes of Brittos.

You know what they proved, Adam?

 

Hmm?

 

That you can polish a turd.

 

 

 

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The fact that it did, kind of proves modern Literary Theory is a bunk field.

 

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I think I’ve finally gotten fairyland

Out of my head.

Just demonic things…

Have to show why a vampire is evil…

Or a dragon…

I guess.

 

Funny thing is that the one poem I wrote

Is so effective at preserving my faith

So effective at teaching me…

I think there’s some good to it.

Really… people think of Christianity as Fairy Tales

But eerily, my poems make the Fairy Tales real.

Which is why I’m a little concerned about them…

I don’t want my audiences believing in Jontunheim

Or that I’m really Judas Son of James.

I also don’t want my audience believing I wrote a gospel.

As, I find that manipulative…

 

But… John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress

Is so good at describing theology.

Mine, much in the same tradition as it

Is really dealing with dreams.

I suppose rather than there being actual, physical beings

The dancing skeletons exist somewhere in our minds;

Maybe where the “Skeletons in our closet,”

Line comes from.

Though, I’ve never written about dancing skeletons.

 

Sometimes, a subconscious cue…

A factual inaccuracy

Can be more real pertaining the truth

Of what we want to say.

We call it a literary device.

They sometimes offend an audience

Who wants the easy explanation…

 

Reading wise, there’s a device called the “Vertical Axis”

A wonderful little tool by the Postmodernists—

You will hear me praise them as much as I scorn them—

That removes something that you don’t understand

From the text, so you don’t have to labor over it.

It might… by all accounts…

Come to mind later.

 

Frankly, though, I was always taught to use “Context Clues.”

That was my big ta-da in reading class…

And using context clues I learned how society will punish you for using context clues.

So I don’t know what a word actually means

I context clued to make it mean what I thought it meant

And was later made fun of by grammarian snobs.

We called that critical thinking at a time…

It produced philosophers

But not deck swabs.

So, the reason why our education system is revamped

To produce serfs instead of kings.

Serfs who no longer use context clues

Nor ignore a difficult trope

But rather must laboriously tire over it

Until the meaning is divined.

They come… with practice.

Sometimes it’s best to just ignore something the fifth or sixth time through.

Sooner or later

A comprehensive education will unearth the fact

And it will make whatever I seem to be writing

More enjoyable for my audiences.

I know I love that in other poems…

When I realize an allusion relates to Photo-Synthesis

How unrelated it is, but the allusion is still one

I can dive into for about an hour.

 

That’s Fairyland, though, what it essentially is for.

Rather than

Let’s not get caught up in the flesh of the poems

Let’s dive deep into the metaphors

To kind of understand why the poems

Kind of reflect some kind of grand conspiracy theory

That almost compulsively wants to be believed.

If the metaphor is found,

The Thirteen Kings

My villains,

Are understood in their proper context,

We see they are rather sins, or Satans incarnate

In us… which we must remove by Christ’s power.

What is God’s power?

The reason to know that there is spiritual power

In trying to act more kind and benevolent.

Because it’s important that we understand that is what the Gospel meant

By power.

 

Not the power to raise the dead

But the power to make a person feel good about themselves.

Which, in all circumstances, makes life a lot easier

Without a burdened conscience always complaining about others

When you’re the real villain.

In Fairyland, the reader finds themselves to be the villain.

As, that’s what Wicked John or Abaddon really is

Is just you, me, anyone who has an uncontrolled urge

That leads them into the dark depths of sin

And suffering.

 

Because Hell and Fairyland

Start on earth…

That is my process with Fairyland is getting the hell

The delusion of hell

Out of my head—which I had subconsciously wrote as hell—

So that we can see

Better.

 

I want it to be clear

That a Unicorn is a goal that can’t be obtained.

That a Pegasus is a token that will always prosper

But it will be your ruin.

A Vampire is someone who will always try to be in vogue with Status Quo—

Status Quo is who I call Belial…

A Dragon is a hoarder of wealth

A Giant is an uncontrollable urge or sin,

A Werewolf is anger,

A Hydra is a beast of lies and the one truth that is meant to ruin you,

A Mermaid and Elf are people who lust for the good life

Even to the point of distorting their relationships,

A fairy is an iPhone or Android; an idol, a false reality,

Meant to be more real, and satisfy our boredom:—

Wicked John is our flesh,

Abaddon is our flagrant, unconscious sins,

Medea is the Media,

Thor is our lust for absolute control and power,

Lucifer, he is when we have obtained the goal

Of absolute control and power.

 

So many other things lurk in there…

Geists, which often embody the Archetypes instilled in us from entertainment,

Fairy lORD, the creature, almost living,

Which feeds us with Geists and Giant Souls,

Somodivas and Nymphs, which are women

Who will utterly forsake family and friend

Simply because they can… they even think they ought.

The Red Bull, who is the path of life we didn’t choose

And there he is, with all his glory.

Here we are, with all our shame.

Helen of Troy, and her infamous beauty, which is distracting

And tries to throw us off the good path.

 

So many…

And often we find ourselves becoming one or the other of these.

Either a low level minion

Or the very devils themselves.

The Bull frustrating us,

Of what we could have been

If we had just made the wrong decision

And sold out.

Or the Valkyrie and Harpy,

The pride and patriotism

Which blinds us from what is right from wrong

To puts us in contention with those so much like ourselves

But are only different because they have spotted wings.

 

That is my process in Fairyland.

I think I’ve finally gotten fairyland

Out of my head.

Just demonic things…

Have to show why a vampire is evil…

Or a dragon…

I guess.

 

Funny thing is that the one poem I wrote

Is so effective at preserving my faith

So effective at teaching me…

I think there’s some good to it.

Really… people think of Christianity as Fairy Tales

But eerily, my poems make the Fairy Tales real.

Which is why I’m a little concerned about them…

I don’t want my audiences believing in Jontunheim

Or that I’m really Judas Son of James.

I also don’t want my audience believing I wrote a gospel.

As, I find that manipulative…

 

But… John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress

Is so good at describing theology.

Mine, much in the same tradition as it

Is really dealing with dreams.

I suppose rather than there being actual, physical beings

The dancing skeletons exist somewhere in our minds;

Maybe where the “Skeletons in our closet,”

Line comes from.

Though, I’ve never written about dancing skeletons.

 

Sometimes, a subconscious cue…

A factual inaccuracy

Can be more real pertaining the truth

Of what we want to say.

We call it a literary device.

They sometimes offend an audience

Who wants the easy explanation…

 

Reading wise, there’s a device called the “Vertical Axis”

A wonderful little tool by the Postmodernists—

You will hear me praise them as much as I scorn them—

That removes something that you don’t understand

From the text, so you don’t have to labor over it.

It might… by all accounts…

Come to mind later.

 

Frankly, though, I was always taught to use “Context Clues.”

That was my big ta-da in reading class…

And using context clues I learned how society will punish you for using context clues.

So I don’t know what a word actually means

I context clued to make it mean what I thought it meant

And was later made fun of by grammarian snobs.

We called that critical thinking at a time…

It produced philosophers

But not deck swabs.

So, the reason why our education system is revamped

To produce serfs instead of kings.

Serfs who no longer use context clues

Nor ignore a difficult trope

But rather must laboriously tire over it

Until the meaning is divined.

They come… with practice.

Sometimes it’s best to just ignore something the fifth or sixth time through.

Sooner or later

A comprehensive education will unearth the fact

And it will make whatever I seem to be writing

More enjoyable for my audiences.

I know I love that in other poems…

When I realize an allusion relates to Photo-Synthesis

How unrelated it is, but the allusion is still one

I can dive into for about an hour.

 

That’s Fairyland, though, what it essentially is for.

Rather than

Let’s not get caught up in the flesh of the poems

Let’s dive deep into the metaphors

To kind of understand why the poems

Kind of reflect some kind of grand conspiracy theory

That almost compulsively wants to be believed.

If the metaphor is found,

The Thirteen Kings

My villains,

Are understood in their proper context,

We see they are rather sins, or Satans incarnate

In us… which we must remove by Christ’s power.

What is God’s power?

The reason to know that there is spiritual power

In trying to act more kind and benevolent.

Because it’s important that we understand that is what the Gospel meant

By power.

 

Not the power to raise the dead

But the power to make a person feel good about themselves.

Which, in all circumstances, makes life a lot easier

Without a burdened conscience always complaining about others

When you’re the real villain.

In Fairyland, the reader finds themselves to be the villain.

As, that’s what Wicked John or Abaddon really is

Is just you, me, anyone who has an uncontrolled urge

That leads them into the dark depths of sin

And suffering.

 

Because Hell and Fairyland

Start on earth…

That is my process with Fairyland is getting the hell

The delusion of hell

Out of my head—which I had subconsciously wrote as hell—

So that we can see

Better.

 

I want it to be clear

That a Unicorn is a goal that can’t be obtained.

That a Pegasus is a token that will always prosper

But it will be your ruin.

A Vampire is someone who will always try to be in vogue with Status Quo—

Status Quo is who I call Belial…

A Dragon is a hoarder of wealth

A Giant is an uncontrollable urge or sin,

A Werewolf is anger,

A Hydra is a beast of lies and the one truth that is meant to ruin you,

A Mermaid and Elf are people who lust for the good life

Even to the point of distorting their relationships,

A fairy is an iPhone or Android; an idol, a false reality,

Meant to be more real, and satisfy our boredom:—

Wicked John is our flesh,

Abaddon is our flagrant, unconscious sins,

Medea is the Media,

Thor is our lust for absolute control and power,

Lucifer, he is when we have obtained the goal

Of absolute control and power.

 

So many other things lurk in there…

Geists, which often embody the Archetypes instilled in us from entertainment,

Fairy lORD, the creature, almost living,

Which feeds us with Geists and Giant Souls,

Somodivas and Nymphs, which are women

Who will utterly forsake family and friend

Simply because they can… they even think they ought.

The Red Bull, who is the path of life we didn’t choose

And there he is, with all his glory.

Here we are, with all our shame.

Helen of Troy, and her infamous beauty, which is distracting

And tries to throw us off the good path.

 

So many…

And often we find ourselves becoming one or the other of these.

Either a low level minion

Or the very devils themselves.

The Bull frustrating us,

Of what we could have been

If we had just made the wrong decision

And sold out.

Or the Valkyrie and Harpy,

The pride and patriotism

Which blinds us from what is right from wrong

To puts us in contention with those so much like ourselves

But are only different because they have spotted wings.

 

That is my process in Fairyland.

I write religious.

It’s who I am.

Don’t make me a cult.

Don’t make me anything more than C. S. Lewis

Or John Bunyan.

 

I am not a god.

I am not an angel.

I am not an apostle.

I am not a prophet.

I am not a pastor.

 

What am I?

A dude who writes religious fiction…

I write stories.

Rather… if my writing is a conduit

To help you come to the LORD Christ…

Then it’s served it’s purpose.

But, I don’t brand myself.

Rather… I think I’m honest enough to say

That I would like to write what my heart is full of.

And my heart is full of God’s love and mercy.

 

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Joe Biden makes a dummy corporation

Funnels money,

A Ukrainian prosecutor sniffs it

Gets shut down

So Trump is being threatened impeachment.

 

There’s the reality.

Don’t listen to the news.

 

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My gift to reason

Is this…

 

I don’t know what a Motto is

Nor did I study pool-table history

To find that some pool-tables have green felt

Because it was originally a lawn game.

It would have been my second choice,

Though.

 

But, considering I’ve seen tables

With red, blue, teal

And my old pool table had green felt,

I can safely assume

That the color is neutral, and there,

Really,

To keep from distracting from the balls.

 

A lawyer is smart,

And is good at memorizing things.

A Counter Intelligence Agent

Is good at knowing that Green Eggs and Ham

Started out as a bet.

Rather, though,

A person who’s truly smart

Knows that Green Eggs and Ham

Is developed to cater to a Child’s imagination

So that they imprint an otherwise invisible story

That only the child can understand,

And perhaps the child psychologist who developed it for that reason.

 

Then, someone who sees sociopaths are becoming more frequent—

I think it’s 1 in every 100 now, or maybe even 50—

Knows that there must be something to that fact about Green Eggs and Ham

That when I read it, I see that the child’s mind will imprint a story;

What about the adult mind, consuming our modern stories?

 

Violence is rampant in a violent culture.

A culture without violence

Is one not exposed to violence.

Rather… you only know what you’ve seen.

For the life of me I couldn’t imagine,

Or really even picture

What a penis going into a vagina really looked like

Until I saw it on my first pornography video.

As crude as that may sound.

 

I can say something a thousand times…

It’s still an enigma until I see it.

I can describe an arm being blown off

In a war scene.

But it’s still an enigma what it looks like

Unless I’ve seen it in a movie.

Then I have a visual aid.

I can say that someone’s guts were hanging out…

That they were being dragged along

In a scene of my book…

But unless I’ve watched Black Hawk Down

Or Saving Private Ryan

I don’t know what it looks like.

 

Contrary, I can communicate the feeling

Of going to war by having experienced it in art…

That right fine.

I cannot put a visual in someone’s mind

Unless it’s been seen.

 

What is unseen, is the images and constructs

We’ve wired into an entire population of 300,000,000 people.

How, they automatically have an understanding of some arcane

Demon, which all men, women and children now know as it passes through our modern archetype.

 

I diagnose this…

But I cannot cure it.

I

 

There was a boy

Who liked to cause mischief.

 

He saw the kids at the tire swings playing

Their games… there in the South Yard;

They were content to play.

Then there were the kids at the North Yard

End the of the playground

Who played on the tall structures

And played nicely there, too.

 

What happened was the mischievous boy

Went and told a rumor

To the North Yard Kids

And then went and told a rumor

To the South Yard Kids.

It soon came to be

That the two groups of kids

Fought… and fought hard.

No bloody noses,

But there were some broken lips.

 

Well, the mischievous boy got such a hollering glee

About causing the fight

That he went and stirred up strife

A second time,

 

It was his joy

Because he liked to fight.

But on the third time

The two groups of kids got wise.

They trapped him

And dog piled the mischievous boy.

He got punched in the gut

So that the wind was knocked out of him.

He got a black eye;

He got dog piled.

The whole school joined in the fight against that little

Mischievous boy

Because they realized it was him

Who caused all of the strife.

 

The boy even tried again

After the fight to start a fight;

But nothing ever came of it ever again;

His reputation was ruined.

 

I was that little boy.

So I know that the small,

Tinee-Tiny group of people

Who want to start World War III

Call them Barons of Industry,

Will be found out just like I was.

 

I was simply a schoolyard pest.

These who spoil us…

They’re the robber barons.

They won’t get a black eye.

They’ll get much worse.

 

And me! My black eye healed

The instant it was mentioned to me that I had one.

It was like… in a strange way

I hadn’t really gotten into a fight at all.

So maybe I was seeing someone else.

 

II

 

A second time

I saw a boy about my age

And knew his family was deaf.

So I teased him.—

He started a fight,

Socked me in the mouth

And the eye.

Once he and I were done,

I had a black eye.

But… when I went to my mother

I had no black eye.

It was like the fight hadn’t even happened.

That will be like the one who tries to start a fight with me

And I hadn’t even wanted to fight.

But he came after my family

So the one who socked me in the eye

He’s the one who’s gonna sock you, Prince of Theives;

And I’ve cried like I had a black eye

But there won’t be even the slightest one found on me;

And I won’t even feel a single sting of pain.