poetry

Judgement Furniture: Time Itself

Four score and seven years ago . . . an idea took root. These rather mundane but highly charged words have echoed across the American mindscape . . . Freedom's just another word for nothing else to do . . . n the evolution of man's flight from the biocriticisms of nature, only a few governments in the history of the modern world as we know it has ever been founded upon the premise that all men are created equal, and they have each according to its own nature, proved that embracing the convenient lie is a stronger impulse than...

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Because I Am Not…

Because I am not a famous psychologistBecause I am not a suicidal maniac murdererBecause I am not an ambulance chaserBecause I am not a microphone handlerBecause I am not a serpent on the crossBecause I am not a nifty gynecologistBecause I am not a film at six and elevenBecause I am not a university cloneBecause I am not a fireman in suspendersBecause I am not an Indian ChiefBecause I am not an attorney bound by lawBecause I am not a politician of smilesBecause I am not a police officer’s dutyBecause I am not an actress in chainsBecause I am not...


The Second Coming

W.B Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert. A shape with lion body and...


The Demographics Of Extinction

ATCH THIS AND NEVER THINK about your own nuanced heritage in quite the same way. These noble numbers are frightening, especially when readers of this blog know those numbers replacing them. It certainly appears that we are NOT leaving the world a better place than we found it, not at the pace or the direction we're presently navigating. Weep sweet Europe, for your foul leadership has marked you for extinction. History is a cruel reminder of where we have gone wrong in steering this ship of dynasty. Weep, sweet Europe, weep. Then wipe your tears dry, finally find courage, and...