Tag Archives: freedom

Early Morning

There is something liberating about waking up early. Not too early, mind you. But earlier than you need to be awake; and if you’re lucky, early enough to see the last of the night disappear in the whitewash of the … Continue reading

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Freedom of speech doesn’t do any good If no one has time to stop and listen; Not that anyone actually could Listen, with their mouths also open. So I will stop talking, at least for a while, and let everyone … Continue reading

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Overly Simplistic Solution #43293X/B

Thanks to a thread over at Have Your Say Today. The question: should guns be banned? My answer is, and I dedicate it to Charlton Heston, Tom Selleck and Arnold Swartzenegger – each who may use it as they see … Continue reading

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Obscenity and Free Speech

Is it real obscenity, or just a lack of taste? To legislate morality seems such a useless waste. For standards vary by observer, and from day to day; Leaving little black or white, but only shades of gray. Let Washington … Continue reading

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Into Independence Blues

Feelin’ in my bones I just can’t shake these lonesome blues Standin’ at the crossroads thinkin’ either way I lose If I leave that girl in Birmingham the fault will just be mine But things will be no better done … Continue reading

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Highway Blues

I hear the highway calling, but I will not catch a ride; Where I’m bound and where roads lead never seem to coincide. For interstates link places that are pretty much the same, and each draw certain travelers, like moths … Continue reading

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Ownership

My country, our freedom, our way of life – A gift from the gods, or a two-edged knife? Our neighborhood, to be patrolled from within; not defined by what we take out, but what we put in. True ownership lies … Continue reading

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