On my walk, the Eastern Willow Herb
And the wild American Cannabis flower--yellow--
Are strong. The Daisies too. The Tiger Lilies are dying
And so is the Echinacea. Someone is harvesting Hemlock
To, probably, poison rodents.

Snapdragons and Hibiscus grow, in many fiery and floral colors.

The two children get their dragon toys.
They bloom and grow like the flowers.
At 4 they know not how to be alone
At 5 they can have some autonomy.

There dragons take them to the sky and sea...
They are in wonder...
Yet hopefully jealousy doesn't poison them
Or the hemp pipe;---which only make one more anxious
Nevertheless... the snake oil of the 21st century, we're back
To the days of peddling it because everyone would rather get high
Than taste the cherry of wine on their potatoes and meat.

In the Fourth of July
The trees are flowering.
White, purple, pink...
Everywhere you go, the trees flower.
The big flowers...
I pray to the LORD
Not understanding why I am being smitten.
Is it because I do not wish to throw my pearls before swine?
Is it because I do not market, or schmooze 
Or live as a grifter and con man
Going door to door, peddling soap?
Why am I poor?
It is because I will not take advantage of someone.
That is why.
And the mad man tells me his ten thousandth of a cent
Is too much to pay for my Medicaid.
I committed no fraud.
Had I just sat around, and did nothing
I wouldn't be such a controversy.
Had I not learned math, or philosophy, or religion, or logic
I'd be smoking my medical cannabis
And all would be well with me.
For I would be in my place.
Either do nothing, and live like an invalid
Or work for enough to bankrupt me.
Those are your options in the American Economy.

1. Wrote on the Progression of Summer. A continuous project that will be finished in December--hopefully.
2. Wrote a few pieces of Midrash.
3. Did more work on explaining my theory of P = NP.
4. Calculated the cost of someone on Welfare. 1,000,000 people on welfare, could be supported by 1 dollar of every American's tax money.
5. Worked on a theory of Unified Philosophy, that different people have different linguistic structures and connotations, and one should understand them, rather than fit what they say to a rigid academic standard.

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.