The True Artist Lives By His Art, or Dies. He Does No Harm to Anyone for not Receiving Him.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Every lie gets conquered;—
It’s a matter of how
Violent it is.
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.
There was a month dedicated
Out of the year
For pride.
Proud were the men and women
That they wanted to celebrate their pride.
They were proud to be thieves.
They were proud to be murderers.
They were proud to break.
They were proud to falsely accuse and put people in prison.
They were proud to shut up good men, so they could not speak.
Proud they were, and had a whole month to be proud.
They were proud of their mediocre talents.
They were proud of diminishing the skilled man’s work
With works of inferiority.
And they were proud that the inferior work could not be displayed.
They were proud, yes, so proud,
That they had their parades
And walked down the streets, singing their melodies
Celebrating their pride.
They were proud to have wooed lovers
They were proud to have their sin exposed to the world
So the world could praise them.
They were proud to be bitter, and angry
And they were proud to speak to the humble man’s hurt.
They were even proud that they owned animals.
They were proud that they had money to feed their children.
They were proud to have husbands and wives.
They were proud that they could divorce
And destroy.
They were proud, their children groaning and confused.
Their aggressive animal licking the face of the good man in their cabins.
They were proud…
Proud.
And for a whole month
Everyone celebrated pride.
There was once a man
Who was really good at what he does.
He could do anything he wanted with it.
He spent all of his waking hours thinking of ways to craft
In his skill.
He went to his God and only his God
To get the patterns.
But, there came upon him a strange traveler one day.
He said to this craftsman, “I am not a thief”, so
The craftsman being really shy and wanting a friend
said, “Ok, I believe you.”
So, he opened up his store.
The skilled craftsman offered to teach the man his skill
Which was carpentry.
He would teach him all of the techniques.
He would be happy to pass down his mastery.
Yet, the man was not satisfied with this.
He did not care to learn carpentry.
Rather, he spied a few choice furnishings.
These, the Carpenter left aside for the poor
To give them a nice furnishing.
But, they were the choicest furnishings in a home.
So, the thief, having the key to the vault
Went into the storeroom and stole the furnishings.
The craftsman came in, having so many furnishings,
He did not see it.
But, soon his lobby began to be emptied.
But it was so slow, that he never could realize it.
Finally, he saw that the poor needed something.
He looked for his choicest furnishings,
And could not find them.
Thus, he became very afraid.
He searched all over his house for them.
He could not find them.
He sat with his hands on his face
And wept.
“What happened to my choicest furnishings?
“The ones with no nails, made of the choicest
“Ebonies and Mahoganies,
“My Chess table
“With its squares fitted without glue
And they would not move!
“And my Rocking Chair?
“This Rocking chair was
“Sculpted out of a redwood’s trunk
“And the larger pieces I cut from it
“I sculpted into lamps
“And pieces for my chess board!
“Which no longer I can find!”
The man wept;
And when his friend walked in
He looked and thought to himself,
“I am not a thief.
“He let me see all of his furnishings.
“He invited me into his home.
“He gave me a key to his house.
“I am now rich.
“But, there are still more great pieces
“Which I can steal.”
Yet, oh thief, remember when the Carpenter
Said he would teach you his craft?
Why, if you were so poor,
Did you not become his apprentice?
This is what a thief says.
In Dragon Ball Super Goku becomes what they call a “God”. I stopped relating to him. Because he became callous, and only wanted to fight. He stopped being the sort of hero I looked up to, and became something more than what he ought to have.
So, I knew Dragon Ball was inspired by the Myth of the Monkey King. So, I did my own myth, where Goku was Subang—the same name. And Goku becomes “Thor.” That is, an embodiment of men going too far.
Because I think the metaphor needed drawn out. I think Akira went too far with his portrayal of Goku. And, to be honest, he stopped being a good guy. He started being kind of like a Loki type figure. Just the way he gambled the whole entire universe on his lust for battle was disturbing to me. He no longer was a protector, but became, sort of, the embodiment of everything I’m despising at the current rate.
Goku in GT, although not as celebrated, I could relate to. The formula was there. Goku was fighting villains, and it followed the kind of formula I would expect for the DB franchise. Goku becomes some what of a folk legend, rather than saying he’s a deity. But, Goku in Super becomes a deity, and I can only say that after becoming such, he’s significantly changed in personality. He’s become more reckless, more haphazard, and he’s become a shell of his old character. GT preserved his character, and made him serious. Super has changed Goku’s character into something I can’t relate to. In fact, I relate to Vegeta more, now, because it seems he’s the more likely of the two to be a good guy. And he is the good guy, now. I mean, Vegeta has some kind of reverence toward life, which Goku has now abandoned. Which is interesting, I think.
Though, I don’t like the Super Saiyan God form because it’s not only blasphemous, it’s stupid. Because DB was absent of a religious context. There was no doubt that DB’s atheism was one of the things that made the franchise worth watching. Because it neither posited itself beyond the scope of itself, nor did it irritate the religious views of its audiences. It was something politically and religiously neutral. And then they go one step beyond, into the realm of godhood with the characters, which now I feel disquieted watching it. It’s no longer a story about a man defending helpless people, but is now a quasi religion.
So, I took the series of Dragon Ball and made this story. And the reason why I did was because I do know that Akira had drawn influence from the myth of the Monkey King. I’ve never read that myth, but simply watched a notable martial arts movie, and Dragon Ball, and of course Jacky Chan Adventures to really get this myth off the ground.
And of course Akira means “Light”, so Aarin, the Nethanim that is defeated by Subang, is Akira’s Nethanim, to guard him against this path he went with his story. Which, Subang is meant in this myth simply to tell Akira not to take Goku to this level. Though he did, I just want Goku to maybe be something other than an object of worship because I think it corrupted the Character of Goku, and the series in a lot of ways. The series was not religious, and all of its lore was in the realm of fantasy. Now it went into the realm of religion, and if going there, I think it’s best that we take a step back and understand how dangerous that is. Of course, he wouldn’t be the first to do so. But, now it’s coming into mainstream culture, and I don’t think this is a good thing.
Because God does exist, and I would hope that the myth I created could warn people about the ascent into “godhood.” That, the overbearing metaphor in this story is how the pursuit of powers beyond your scope can corrupt you, and it has corrupted one of our most beloved characters by making him less than what he was. And I think this is the danger of this pursuit. And of course Nethanim are guardians of the mind. They aren’t real, unless you count the person who invents them. The author is the Nethanim. The person on the page is simply his metaphor to defeat the evil. And in this case, the evil is Goku… and I never thought that would be the case.
B. K. Neifert 