Damocles

If you would have me write of bliss, exclaiming art mere artifice, a simple sham designed to fool the ignorant who fill our schools with some vain hope of what might be: quite useless, a mad symphony that holds no tune, does not inspire, I say: I will not be your liar. I cannot speak […]

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Honest Silence

What is there left to talk about? The lines have all been drawn, and leave us little common ground; not much to dwell upon. Why squirm in silence here together, bound by social whim to say not what is on our minds, but delicately skim around the ugly awful truth: that you and I will […]

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Something I Can Feel

This bar’s got a jukebox; for a quarter, you can hear the latest big-time songs; there’s no need to book live entertainment if all you want is just to sing along. Yes, I’ll take requests, but not too many; don’t be hurt if your favorite’s not on queue. I know a lot of numbers, but […]

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Lend a Hand

for Natalie Maines They say East is East, and West is West, the two will never meet; when you see something new coming, cross to your side of the street; never question why things happen, that’s the way it’s always been; higher walls make better neighbors: you’ll hear it time and time again. They say […]

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If no one listens

If no one listens what’s the point of lying? It takes less effort just to speak the truth; and any action taken worth denying will more than likely come to little use. If no ones pays attention for the echo that new velocity leaves in its wake, what difference whether dios or diablo who punishes […]

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A School of Truth

The world is full of empty headed fools — their courses set by half truths and whole lies — who trust their leaders, and obey the rules, and bow to every bright new flag that flies. To cry “Alas!” that there are such as these is pointless waste of energy and time. One might as […]

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A Pathless Land

I have not found the answers seeking truth, nor even formed the questions halfway right; the mysteries that tempted me in youth are still in shrouded mists hidden from sight. The path under my feet begins and ends a single step from where my legs touch ground; and sacred destinations? Well, my friends, not more […]

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