Lines – radical druid

Once Upon a Time

Published on April 7, 2026

That once upon a time that never comes:
a world still yet to come that stays unborn,
its waking breath caught up in too young lungs,
not more than just a sigh of sad could be’s.

What would you have the world do unto you,
to pique your interest and keep you engaged?
Is not a chance to breathe the air enough?
Is there still more you think that you deserve?

If words could become wishes, after all,
what good if they are never spoken out?
And further, how much can they really change
a world that grows more deafened by the day?

That once upon a time we think is past:
what if it is some once and future time,
just waiting for us all to rise and shine
and simply take initiative, for once?

What would you want the world to give you next?
It’s not like you’ve exhausted every choice
or followed every starting point to ground.
it may be that the fault is in our stars.

If you believe a thing is true, it is;
at least, until some proof shows otherwise.
But how much more convincing do you need?
You’ve been awake for hours now today.

07 APR 2026

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Sometimes the past parades itself
before the sun makes its appearance
in the tiny shrinking shadows of dawn
when the world is not yet awake.
In these times, the memories flood my mind
and overwhelm my sense of self.

Sometimes a thing explains itself:
each of us is somewhat self-contained,
our sense of purpose lost in pointless lyrics,
we seek out more than mere melody.
In these times, the songs we learn to sing
can be enough to get by.

Sometimes a thought makes itself known,
peeking its cautious nose around the corner
looking to root out a treat from your clenched hand
like a puppy after its first yoga stretch.
In these times, the words we speak
are relatively unimportant.

Sometimes a great notion comes into being.
It’s usually the least recognizable thing in the room.
What can you do with it now?

20 NOV 2025

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Into the Shadows

Published on November 19, 2025

My thoughts have run to darker shades of late.
I could always blame Daylight Savings time,
but that would sugar coat the thing. And fate
is usually too busy for sublime.

The world seems slightly cooler than it was,
but summertime has never been my scene.
So it’s not due to temperature. Because
it is that way, the way it’s always been.

So there is something eating at my light.
I try, but find it hard to last the day.
When everything you do creates a fight,
you find yourself with less and less to say.

Perhaps the wisest choice is hibernate.
Come, wake me up some time in March. I’ll wait.

19 NOV 2025

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This Anymore

Published on November 19, 2025

I don’t want to do this anymore.
The world is not doing any worse than it ever was.
We’re not going to hell in a handbasket.
We made up hell to convince ourselves this wasn’t so bad after all.
We imagine that things are going to get better.
We offer thoughts and prayers to make it so.

I don’t want to do this anymore.
I never thought I would get this old.
I never dreamed that as the world gets smaller and smaller, so would I.
When you say your first word, it’s hard to imagine running out of things to say.
But it happens.
At some point past your natural expiration date
you see yourself fading away.

I don’t want to do this anymore.
I’m having conversations to hear myself talk,
and I can’t stand the sound of my own voice.
Every straw man I can stand up
is on fire.

I don’t want to do this anymore.
I’m just so tired.

I don’t want to do this anymore.
I don’t want to talk about it.
I don’t want to grow, evolve, or develop into something else.
I don’t care what I’ve left undone.

It doesn’t matter.

I don’t want to do this anymore.
But what else is there?

19 NOV 2025

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We Aren’t Really Talking Anyway

Published on November 17, 2025

It doesn’t matter, anyway,
if you don’t hear a word I say.
And if you hear, why don’t you listen?
Does it matter what you’re missing,
if the words there in your presence
don’t much matter. Does it make sense
to pretend that conversation’s
what we after? It’s a new situation.

Does it matter, anyway,
exactly who says what, and when?
What difference whose idea it was,
when hopes and dreams and thoughts and prayers
all lead to nothing without action.

Why don’t I shut up?

17 NOV 2025

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The Last Present

Published on November 15, 2025

There is no time like the Present;
that’s what all the pundits say.
They’ll be saying it next season.
It’s the one that got away.

There is no time but the present;
that just now and yesterday,
the coming nexts or maybe soons
that occupy and stay.

Time is, just as a construct,
one more useful set of bars.
The less that you can see them,
the more watchful are your guards.

It’s the ones you don’t see coming:
that’s what gets you in the end.
There’s that one defining moment,
when we either break or bend.

And at the time it seems like
even time has had enough.
When things are tough all over,
time is all you have to bluff.

There’s no time like the present.
It’s like that in a sense.
Forget what you think you may know,
that life experience,

And wander down the hall with me
to some new secret room
where we can have time to ourselves,
until sometime in June.

15 NOV 2025

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The Soundtrack of Your Life

Published on November 12, 2025

The music that you listen to, that fills the quiet space,
is like the soundtrack of your life. Its sound describes the place
exactly where you’re at, and why, and what will happen next.

It’s not a mixtape or a set of songs. It’s more than that:
the foley artists earn their due, painting in sound your steps,
the voices in your head, the creaking joints and bones.

The music isn’t just a backdrop, mis en scene, against which life
unfolds without attachment to the meaning.

The soundtrack of your life plays on. Is it something new?
Is the music just rehashed for a quickly pulled together sequel?

12 NOV 2025

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Category: Lines

Once Upon a Time

Sometimes It Matters

Into the Shadows

This Anymore

We Aren’t Really Talking Anyway

The Last Present

The Soundtrack of Your Life