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Ideals Are More Equal

    Ideals Are More Equal Ideals take over like a virus in Some minds.  Disease of thought requires the pills Of fact-based rationality.  The sin Of thinking based on higher thought makes ills In cultures and philosophy.  The French Left wing refused to dally with the...

The Godly Blend

         The Godly Blend  “corpses of colors” ~ Jaime Mathis, It Rises and Falls Some colors go to graves when they are dead. Envisage them in mausoleums carved By wraiths.  Imagine, was there once a red So violently lovely it was starved To death by...

The Boxing Ring in the Grand Ole Opry

    The Boxing Ring in     the Grand Ole Opry Just how would you react if someone told You some unbearable new truth about Your mother, that she dreamed of that fool’s gold, Yep, country western stardom?  Far too stout To be a stellar triumph in that field Or any...

Burdens of Light

          Burdens of Light The silences of country life are more Like shades than sounds.  So quiet that they seem Like pastel tints in watercolors or The light beneath acanthus leaves we dream. Those silences are more like mist at dawn Above a pond than like a lack...

Contemplation

         Contemplation The realm of freedom grows not so much by Subjection of the space around it, folk Beyond its current reach, domains that lie Inside a strongman’s dictatorial yoke, Or lands held down by Holy Books’ control— With cannibal-like...