Wester Civilization has allowed many things, but one way that it is special is that it allows individuals to be individuals without the pressures of social conformity of many other systems. This is what allowed Western civilization to develop the world around us the way that it is. With the rise of technology and social media, the Western world has largely lost this quality. We’ve lost it for several reasons, but the reasons themselves are not so important as the consequences of losing being individuals free of social pressure. The greatest leap of human ingenuity has largely been the result o ..read more

Of magic the old ones knew much: a world ready built for the hero’s day. They knew that nothing was worse than a man who hadn’t a beast or monster to tame. They knew of youth what we do not: that real demons are men without reason, And that the cost of our boredom was forever our earthly lot ..read more

When the buildings fall down and all that is left is the Daffodils— green and gold— will some still remember that it was you that tilled their soil ..read more

If I were to write a poem and hope it were a thing I would hope it were footprints so you could follow me ..read more

Throughout the countryside we shiver and await the sunrise, frozen, immobile, and paralyzed. it is the winter of the mind; It is the summer of our greatest hunger. in the suburbs, the fields, and city streets there’s a plague that infects our young. how could the kids do anything but freeze. Who will help move the youth When we are froze ourselves with fear? who can gaze into the well of all that it means to be a human and return with the answers for them now? We’ve hidden the ancient well where man first knelt to find his truth— and not knowing the old tutelage was more than the repeating of ..read more

I. The world is no longer as it once was, for we had learned too much of the facts; the magic of here and now had gone from the myth laden land— no longer was the gold guarded by dragons, but was instead horded by men more fierce than all the myths. II. We poked the universe with a stick— microscope, telescope, and rod, and stared into the abyss and the best of us had took our chairs and mused with laughter and our tears that the darkness was staring back. III. And in the darkness of our beds, between the waking and endless 9 to 5’s we often drifted off to dream of hobbit hills or homesteads ..read more

Despite what you’ve been told, there are no lighthouses out on the distant coasts— at least not standing alone— these weather beaten beacons have those who tend their flames ..read more

There’s a thing about the mending of walls— something we’ve carried forward like a stone on to a neat pile, and for all the mending and neighborly fence sitting There’s a thing about sides— Sometimes this side is mine and that apple orchard is yours. Keep to yours, and I to mine or push yourself across the stones and find out that I have been being nice.    ..read more

Having lived and often died a little bit, It was what the moths could not devour and the rust could not rescind that became my loyal companion when all the world was going mad ..read more

I no longer weep when the clowns put on their show— the stage—the world—the comedy has spilled out into the halls and flooded the floors— and if the beauty of a violin would get up and go I would not weep so much as for all the chords but for the noise that keeps the crowd from finding the doors ..read more