Where I came from,
Robots were friendly.
Chip, the local nurse bot
At the General Hospital
Meandered about and piqued my childish curiosity.
It could think, move, it was as human
As any man I'd met.
There were no smart phones.
Man was at peace;
The stars shined bright.
The grocery store 
Had a coffee grinder
And about thirty varieties of beans.
It wasn't racist to portray Indians;
It wasn't racist to portray Black Folk;
It wasn't racist to portray Quakers.
They were iconic imagery.
Stories were at their peak;
The best ones were being made.
I was taught a hundred tall tale and fairy tales
Iconic of the American Mythology.
That was my education;
Paul Bunyan,
John Henry,
Johnny Appleseed,
Abraham Lincoln,
George Washington,
Little Red Riding Hood,
Goldilocks and The Three Bears,---
We sang patriotic hymns at the beginning of every class.
We said the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America
Which was a republic, under God.
The Ten Commandments were written on the Statue of Liberty.
They were on the pillars of courts.
There was no internet.
Bugs Bunny was on every day,
For about two hours a day.
Elvis was bigger than the Beetles.
There were ten channels on cable.
And most of all, there was love.

Cantos is difficult.
It's not meant to be interpreted.
Yet, I think the joy for Ezra
Was to see what people read into it.
And as a poet, I shall treasure this wisdom.
A person's interpretation doesn't have to be correct.
What they see in my poem is like poetry all in itself.
I get to listen, and that's truly what I want Poetry to be about.

That poetry is about sharing, and listening
And understanding. That it is an art for finding what is in another soul.
That is what I learned from Ezra Pound

A war between Christendom and Paganism
Is that text Fairyland.
Baal, Athena, Thor,
They battle Brittos, Beowulf, Joash.
Pagan myths circle the brow
And heroes must defeat it
Within that very thought.

The lustful Greeks, the violent Nords,
The inhumane Canaanites;
The Manichean Zoroasters,
The Materialism of Babylon;
Paganism is found in many forms
And my heroes must do aught battle with it.
For, as Chesterton said,
There is one rival to Christianity
And that rival is Paganism.
The age of the epic is not dead;
For religions encompass philosophies
And there is only one philosophy
Which produces love.
All else must be fought with mortal combat
And Eternal Rewards dolled out to those
Who cling to God like Jacob did the Christophany.
For, there is only one God, and he is Jehovah-Jyra

Dear,
Alex Jones

Sincerely, I saw you arguing with my Doppelganger---I've seen him before, with the girl I liked, and I'm not even kidding you with this---and you were pointing out the flaws in my writing. I am sorry that I had never had an editor look at my work. I think it's pretty good for never having anyone look over my work. He had a sissy accent, kind of gay, and it looked like the two of you were arguing over YouTube. It was some new format your show took. Whether this was just a dream, or perhaps it was something that truly happened, I don't know. But the son of a cur looks just like me. But, I know it isn't me. It's something far more nefarious. I call him death. He calls me his brother, I call him my doppelganger. And, he stole from me. I've seen him wonder who Chantz was---which should have been obvious---and he didn't know who Paul Bunyan was. I saw that in my dream, and I immediately knew both of them. The dog in the Happy New Year tiara is Chantz. Which should be obvious, considering Chantz is Beowulf's steed in a number of my works.

So, please don't put down the writing. I'm doing the best I can with the resources I have. Though him, he is Satan himself. Death. Abaddon. Who all the Thirteen Kings take the form of. It's why the doppelganger theme is so prevalent in my writing. What he is, I don't know. Probably some beast that spat out of hell. But, the dogs on my book pictures are Miley, Scruffy and Chantz. I love dogs, and they're as much a part of my family as the others. We treat them like children, and I grow very attached to my animals. Even the fish, who I did a few poems of their tank.

I have to say you're onto the truth. If you just adjust your thinking away from deliberate conspiracies of the Government, to a sort of culminating corruption compounding itself into these problems, then you'd have your answer. I don't doubt that men like George Soros or Jeff Bezos are scheming to make more money. I don't doubt that certain democrats are scheming to usher in socialism. I also don't doubt that certain Privately Funded Military Groups or Anarchist Groups are attempting to establish enclaves within the United States Borders. There are other things, as well, that I don't doubt. However, Alex, all of them work together by demonic influence. You must understand people are not smart enough to work so efficiently on the large scale. People, when they are demonically inspired, act an behave in manners that produce causal chains of events that the people made unclean by the demons don't understand is happening. It snowballs out of control, until there is at last what looks like an intelligence behind the events. And certainly there is an intelligence behind the events. The chemicals produced in foods are only meant to preserve them, but the evil entities behind them know that they cause cancer. Then, knowing that it produces those results, they begin to be megalomaniacal, and what results is unhappiness. We ought to recognize that.

Though, it is not the government doing these things. It is rich men in business suits. And those men are only looking at the bottom line of profits. If ruining the ecosystem or markets are their way to make more money, they will do so. Some democrats are certainly conspiring to usher in a socialist regime. Some Anarchist Groups are trying to create autonomous zones like C.H.A.D.. But, at the end of the day, it all works together to produce the result we know is inevitable. And that is Christ's Second Coming. And if you have faith in Him, it doesn't matter what my doppelganger does, as he's only out for a short time, and will be defeated at the end of the age. I? I am simply the wise man who knows the name of The City of God.

Dear,
J. R. R. Tolkien

Did you successfully create an English mythology? I'd say the answer is unequivocally yes. Reading the Poetic Edda---you sly one---I see the inspiration to your mythology. Even where you got the term "Middle Earth."

It used to be a strange thought to me, how Middle Earth could exist. Where is Middle Earth? It never occurred to me that our Earth was Middle Earth. My scheme of the cosmos, taught to me from a young age, was always what science taught. I hadn't begun to think that you were operating off of a new cosmology. One which I had tasted in my dreams, where the Earth is Flat and the Ettins live in Jotunheim beneath the Earth in cosmology. The fact that the Poetic Edda seems to imply it, is fascinating to me.

However, is Middle Earth flat? Or, is it like our world, a sphere? Because what I know of Middle Earth is that it's not really the Earth, but a continent like Asia. And that Arda lies to the outer bounds, as another continent. And in Arda, that is where the Valar live. How your Valar, like Othin or Thor, live on the Earth. Kind of like as if Asgard were simply another continent. I find influences of Columbus's discovery, a whole new world over to the West, resonating in your writing.

I must say, the greats borrow. I borrowed from Hieronymus Bosch and Beowulf, though I didn't intend to. As they were driven into my subconscious by dreams. I know you suffered from the same illness. I'm aware of that. The "Elves" might as well be my "Satan Kings", although yours were benevolent and mine weren't. I wonder if you linked the Elves with the Ettins. That is what my mind would linke them with. 

In the cosmology I dreamt---independently---there was something like Jotunheim underneath the Earth, and I see reflections of it in literature. The Gethens, created by Ursela K. Le Guin, are something like what I saw in Jotunheim, in my dream. That dream haunts me. So does my Beowulf story. So I understand the cosmology of the Viking's universe. I've been primed to understand it, and I hadn't begun o think that maybe Middle Earth were one of these kinds of things, that the very cosmology was different than our planet. To which, when did Middle Earth's events happen? There is a question. If Eurasia is Middle Earth, and North and South America are Arda, what exactly is the time when The Lord of the Rings took place? Perhaps it exists in the gaps of our time. Perhaps it is another time, existing simultaneously with our own? For in my cosmology---the one built in my mythologies---we exist in blocks of time called "Worlds", and they're separated by Kings---those very Thirteen Kings---who keep everyone within their appropriate block. And when the world ends, they destroy it, yet other worlds exist sideways to that other world. And that is the cosmology of Fairyland. There is Mars, Elysium, Jotunheim, Earth, Hell, Heaven, nd twenty-four planes beneath Jotunheim, that each resembles more like hell the further down you go. It's a compulsory creation, worked out in my imagination from looking at Bosch's The Garden of Earthly Delights. Obviously it must have had an impact on me. But, I suffered from the same disease you did. I understand the disease intimately. The subconscious creations of these "Mythologies" overshadows the real world, and we must fight to overcome it. Yet, for you it was World War I, and for me it was my Notorious Youth.

Dear,
Joe Rogan

I watch a clip of you tearing Christianity apart. You said, "It has no proof." To be honest, it is the only religion that has proof. I will lay out a box of evidence that Christianity is true.

The first proof, is the prophecies in the Old Testament. There are direct references to Jesus in hundreds of verses of the Old Testament---some of them the Jews erase from the Bible, or try to reinterpret the meanings. Psalm 22. Psalm 2. Isaiah 53. There are others, but the most compelling evidence is those three chapters.
Then, the second proof, is archaeological evidence like the Great Isaiah scroll, which has Isaiah 53 in it, nearly verbatim. It also shows the Bible has been preserved through its translation. There is the Tel Dan Stele which talks of a battle that the Bible described. And it confirms David was a king. There's the Nebuchadnezzar Chronicles describes the Sacking of Judah by Babylon. Since evidence is most compelling in threes, I'll stop there. 

Third set of proof is the miraculous adherence of Christ's disciples to Him. These men died for the faith. It was taught to me that there is a three year period not recorded in history, and that three year period is the time Christ lived and taught. So, between AD and BC there is a three year gap which is when Christ taught. I'm privy to the knowledge that you're deliberately being lied to, and since you're so interested in Conspiracy Theories, the hiding of Christ by powerful men is the conspiracy. But, it is known that Christ's disciples died for Him, and men don't die for something false. They normally surrender the falsehood when faced with death, which is why martyrdom is a mark of Christian Conversion.

Fourth, and this is the most compelling evidence of them all, is the Laws Christ set forth. Confucius, Aristotle, Mozi, Lao Tsu, Plato, Maimonides, independently discovered aspects of the truth. Since truths must be confirmed by witnesses, each of these men had discovered different truths---yet each had gotten very specific details wrong. Christ, however, His moral teachings were perfect. No rational man can argue with them. And you, being a martial artist, knows that to fight can sometimes be moral, and Christ even maintained that truth when He said, "I come to bring the sword and not peace." The morals of the Bible are perfect, even the transition between the two covenants. From one covenant truth was obtained through observance of rituals and sacrifice, and since that didn't work, God placed truth on man's heart and allowed him to ascertain truth through the knowledge commonly observed by all men. Yet, what's significant about this is that geniuses, men with IQs higher than yours or mine, have found only glimpses of the truth, and often a lot of chaff. That is the best evidence that Christ is God, that a man who lived---his birth records and death records exist at the Vatican---and died, was homeless, a carpenter's illegitimate son, who was probably so poor he would never afford a book. That man came to knowledge greater than nine of the great sages of history. And He came to it on His own, and there is no reason to doubt it.

That is my box of evidence. I have far more, ranging from the arrangements of algebra, the order of the universe, the universality of constructs of thought, the ability for language to be comprehended, the similarities of patterns of behaviors in humans, the efficiency of nature, the symmetry of beauty, the emotions inspired by good, the observance of good and evil, love... But these four  

Mysticism, Christians trying to find an answer---
She did not go to hell.
Nobody smirks after being there.
When I went to hell
I saw a satyr with a spear
As the sinews in his thigh muscles
Bowed under the weight of his muscular physique.
He was red, the perfect color for hiding in the night,
And his horns were like a greased hair cut.
And his face. He had a face.
This creature was ready to smash my skull in
And place me in a prison
Until I called out to God
And He raised me out of that pit.

I had hoped the story were true.
Nothing would add to her beauty
But chastity.
Nothing wold add to her beauty
But wholesomeness.
But, she is bad as she ever was
And no, Megan, you did not go to hell.

So I watched a video of a flash mob. Not a very good flash mob. They played some song. Whether it was good or not, really isn't the point. The point was it was just attention seeking behavior. I have to compete with that, in order to be a writer. And frankly, I can't. There's too much noise out there right now. Too many people trying to compete with each other for fifteen minutes of fame. So, I'm just going to solitarily write my works. For me. I'm done trying to get published, after this last batch I just sent out. I'm taking my books off of Amazon, and I'm likely done with the blog. I say that from time to time, but I think I mean it this time. There's too many people seeking attention, and what is my voice amid all of that? I'm just one more vain individual trying to compete for a little bit of attention. Frankly, I know where my level of quality is. It's a shame that I haven't been published yet, but when I look at the sheer influx of people trying to all gain the world's attention at the same time, I realize pretty quick what the problem is. I'm just one more voice among the cacaphony. It's really pointless to try.