We prune the orange flowers
Knowing we are doing wrong.
We produce less fruit...
Sometimes the plant dies by our pruning.
Yet, the rain still comes;---
The Earth still gives its scent;---
The birds fly by;
The Lightning fertilizes it.

Deep in our gut we know...
But we do it anyway.
And the flower does not produce fruit.
We poison its roots.
An unforgivable sin.
But, it is forgiven nonetheless,
Though we say, "I hadn't killed the plant.
"It was done the only way I knew how."
And we have knowledge,
And carry on unknowingly;
We do not know we had killed it
That with a little expertise
We may have saved the plant from extinction.
But, there is the lesson:
We pridefully go about our business
But grace leaves a little fruit on the vine
Despite our uncultured ways.

I am an Autodidact, who’s written a number of books, published and for sale on Amazon.com. I am a poet. A philosopher. A bible scholar. A hobbyist mathematician. Know subjects ranging as far as Psychology, Sociology, History and the Humanities. I do literary theory, and wrote everything from novels, to epic poetry to short stories, and as you can see several thousand essays on Quora.

I don’t have any degree or qualification that makes me an expert, beside the often mocked, “School of Hard Knocks.” Which, is you, my readers, always giving me good responses and heavy dialogues so I can hone and nurture my subjects, and improve the quality of my craft. Thank you, by the way, I always love open debate and learning from you. To say I have my college major in it, is a little tongue and cheek, but some people have no sense of humor, I get it.

I have Schizoaffective Disorder, but may shorten it to Schizophrenia so people understand. Schizoaffective Disorder is Psychosis and elements of Bipolar—depressive type for me personally. It’s a hard fought battle to keep myself afloat. But, I’ve written poetry about fighting and beating my inner demons (Metaphorically Speaking), and that’s what Fairyland is, is my battle with my illness and also my battle with the corruptive influence of the opinions of others.

I believe in the true Gospel, of being a good person, and using Jesus as a shield to help fend off the weapons of Satan. And also His blood for forgiveness, as I’ve committed miserable sins in my life—we all have—but I’ve wrestled with the Principalities of the Air, and took the armements of faith, and have fought hard against them. I will not know who won, until the dust settles, and I hear the LORD say, hopefully, “Well done good and faithful servant.”

I believe strongly in the moral teachings of Christ, and believe in the Old Testament as judgment against sin. And I believe in mercy for sinners, but also justice needs to be paid. I just think God’s the bringer of Justice, and not man, and that there comes a point in a man’s life where punishment needs to be relinquished. And that’s the Gospel, is forgiveness for a hope of Salvation, so you can be a better person.

Finally, you’ll see me talk about the subjects I’m well versed in, and I am glad to admit I know nothing but Christ. So if you find something wrong, it’s just from memory and looking it up online, and looking at the articles.

God is good. That is why we ought to believe in Him. That’s core to why I’m a Christian, is the world’s not good, but God is. So I know Him. As the LORD said, “Let no man boast in wisdom, strength or riches, but let him boast in this, that He know the LORD.” So, I admit I know nothing of what I say, beside the LORD and the ethical truths He’s instilled, and through that I retain my judgment to answer these questions, that the LORD through Wisdom gives me understanding, and nothing more. And if all should fade away, and every answer be silly to the world, I gave my best to answer, as the LORD can turn the wisdom of the wise foolish, so if He establish me, then so be it. For I know naught but Him.

A groundhog runs by;
The squash had grown so fast, some
Five inches today.
The little nubs now bright orange 
Bulbs. Rain falls. A terrier.

The birds eat the mulberries...
And it is okay, for they farm them
Looking at the branches, and monitoring it
Waiting for the berries to ripen.
I received a few fruit, but when strong
The Mulberry Tree will produce many fruits.
The turtle crosses the road faster than I'd
Ever seen a turtle run, and is unharmed.
The hot summer day is a good day to mow grass.
The squash are growing,
Before they shoot out their flowers;
They are little tender nubs now.