Read through phonics
And contextual cues.
Learn phonemes, suffixes, prefixes
But then learn context clues as well.
We need both, that's what adapted my
Abilities.

Prelude of My Life: 
 
I

If I were to overcome the monster,
It is you, o Death, my Doppelganger.

If my life were a rags to riches tale
It would be I proved my LORD God Valid.

My life is a quest, and I seek Heaven,
More desiresome than a comely maid.

If my life were a voyage, it'd be to
Come to our current land, and see its rules.

If my life were a comedy, it'd be
That I am a bumbling love bug, too.

If my life were a tragedy, it'd be
That I will not be deceitful, so lose.

If my life were about Rebirth, it'd be
That, once wrong, I yet desire goodness.

My plot amour is love.
 
 
 
 
 








 II 

First, my call to adventure is falling in love with love.
Second, I receive wisdom of what love truly is.
Third, I meet Jorgia, the Maiden of my Dreams.
Fourth, I begin to find truth, and wisdom, and love.
Fifth, I meet my friend along the way, and he teaches me the ways of the world.
Sixth, he bombards me with Nietzsche, and Greene while I encounter many Atheists.
Seventh, I confess my life's sins, every epistle loosed from my soul.
Eighth, I learn I am not a great man, while encountered with a True Faith Preacher.
Ninth, I spend five months in jail, and two years on probation, and ten years in a shameful state.
Tenth, I find the proof of God's existence.
Eleventh, I do not know. Will I meet love, and accomplish the crux of my wisdom? Or will I perish in tragedy?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 










III 

The characters in my life, are as follows. 
The explorer, who seeks the adventurous war and cause.
The outlaw, who scorns me.
The magician, who enchants everyone around me to be my enemy.
The hero, who is Christ--not I.
The lover, where is she yet? Only in my fantasies? Or will she come?
The jester, who made my life light and free, but who teases me.
The everyman, who supped and dined with me.
The caregiver, who I would never have accomplished a thing without.
The ruler, who will neither praise nor condemn me.
The creator, who is I, the writer of this poem.
The innocent, who is brother to me.
The sage, who is my best friend. 

They call sensible speech "Word Salad"
Because it is not in a fourth grade syntax.
Words used are made five years ago
In place of better words that are ancient.
Words also don't mean anything useful
For they must mutate their definitions
To utter exactitude and nothing more.
"Autism" reigns supreme, for none want
To understand poetry... moral truth
And context clues don't exist for all
Must rightly stand on minutia upon minutia
Line upon line, here a little there a little.

Oh, keep telling yourself,
“The best is yet to come.”
I do not believe it, I do not.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”

There is no way to will yourself into power
There is no way to get the best for yourself,
No will to power, fool… only existential awakening.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”

Work hard, and exorcise your inner demons,
Fight hard with them within your soul
And take your armor and weaponry, and slay.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”

Perhaps the best is to come, if you slay doubts
Or if you slay your sins through Christ’s word…
Slay them, in bloody combat. And win.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”

I do not know, what will happen, or what beast
Will come upon me, in the meadows and the grains
And what leopard lurks in the shadows, what iron jowled beast.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”

But it shall not touch me, for I am hidden in the LORD’s hand
And I know the best is to come in His kingdom, and not this one.
For this one is fallen, and controlled by a Wandering Lion.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.

I work every day, to bring the truth to many souls
And want my reward to be the pavement of Heaven’s golden roads
And the gems littered on the sidewalks and Hephzibah’s Land.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”

Work hard, and work fair, and do and accomplish...
Go upon the golden roads, and work hard to accomplish.
Do not sway yourself to doubts, and do not work idly.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”

It is no Babylonian Magic, but the seed of hard work
Sown into soils, and sprouted into lush fruittrees
Of good works sown in a heart of gold, and truth.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”

Understand, it is all relative to your work, and nothing more.
All success is bred through work, and not passive wills
And do, and accomplish, and work freely and with joy.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”

The best is yet to come in Heaven's store,
And the King has granted your request, for everlasting life.
Christ Jesus is His name, and no other.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”

Worship on golden shores, and living waters
And milk and honey, and twelve thousand furlong plateaus,
And walk in Zion's Beulah Land, and be married for eternity.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.

There is no other treasure, so reap what you sow upon the earth.
If evil, you reap evil, if good, you reap good.
All things come, and whether success or failure, there is an eternal kingdom.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”

Eat from the trees, with twelve fruits bearing their months
Eat the meaty fungi and lichen, and give life;
Sweet, savory foods shall be given to us there, which we do not know.
“I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.”

And then arrive, at the river of Ezekiel, and arrive
Through Christ's blood and water and spirit,
And live! Arrive, with a life of right conduct, and love and truth and mercy.
“I have arrived!” you'll say on that day, if you keep calling on one Name alone.

In will worship, I do my fast and observe my rites
And do the things I ought not do, for they are unkind.
I pour my drink down the drain, I burn my incense
I abstain from the pork and shellfish and to the very second
End my fast. For, I am self willed, and do it for myself
Not for others. Therefore, worship through your treatment
Of other human beings and creations, and not what
You do only for God, for that is just for yourself.

I do not feel the deep things I once did,
But do much deeper things than I ever could.
I loved with passion my black Labrador,
But loved with deed my Yorkshire Terrier.
Youth's yens are gone, and the deep sway
Of infatuation is quenched for a holy fire
Of some deep swelling kindness and recognition
Of another's feelings and needs over my own.
I do not feel love, like I once did, and am not maddened by it
But I do love more now than I ever have in my entire life.
It is a cold spring, rather than a hot mineral water.