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Mere Words

Are they still weapons, these mere words we use to crystallize what thoughts may form at random in our heads or like to squeeze out for some end, a worthy cause we would advance, a blessing, curse or snare of … Continue reading

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Cannon fodder: an ottava rima

Praise the Lord and birth more cannon fodder! Perpetuate our species, one and all! Salvation’s army needs our sons and daughters; don’t fret, you may reclaim them when they fall. Desist from that sad mewling! ‘Tis not slaughter! They fight … Continue reading

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Let Loose Your Weapons: a dirge

Let loose your weapons, guns and swords! Forget your sovereign gods and lords! The old ways must be left behind for us to learn how to survive. Forget rigid philosophy that separates your me from thee, those ancient and quite … Continue reading

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Simpleton’s Tune: a balada

The simple truth? Who claims to know, except to judge how the wind blows first from the east, and then the west; and who’s to claim which way is best? To spend one’s time defining right, without the benefit of … Continue reading

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Better Your Dream Dies Young

Better that your dream dies young, its promise as yet unfulfilled, a youthful willow Juliet to your enamored Romeo, than that it live until old age, when riddled through with cancer scars, its cracked voice jaded with regret, it makes … Continue reading

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So Much for Science

The art of living well, some pundits quip, is equal parts audacity and luck; while others posit a stiff upper lip and careful breeding lift us from the muck. The hedonist claims pleasure is the thing; his polar opposite, the … Continue reading

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Laughter of the gods

If you would hear the gods gambol and laugh, their rumbling chuckles echo through the land, and tickle divine humor, pick a path based on a well-conceived and thought out plan. You need not start out on it. Not one … Continue reading

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