The Lyceum: Aristotle in a Bottle
Teachings of history’s greatest minds. … More The Lyceum: Aristotle in a Bottle
Teachings of history’s greatest minds. … More The Lyceum: Aristotle in a Bottle
They’ve no master, not these stars
Not “mine”, not “yours”, they’re simply “ours”
Casting wishes, we, to they
For sparkles that turn dark to day … More Spelled in Skies of Sparkling Stars
Over time, I began to realize more and more how strange I probably came off to people by doing stuff like this. It would make the other person think I’m subtly acknowledging an imperfection or something. Messed up hair, wrinkled shirt, whatever. Which wasn’t at all what I was doing, but it probably appeared that way nonetheless. … More Living With OCD: The Subtle Ways it Can Govern Your Life
We never really know what’s going on in others’ minds We make assumptions, think we see behind the blinds A person playing games with you might say that this is so But on the inside things are different, and only they will know This is why you’ll never really know a person, true You’ll only … More Those Who Cry Alone
A bomb drops on a sleeping town And though It may not make a sound The death It brings makes mince of things And turns what’s forward, straight around A mother cries, and hides her son She does Not know where she can run The sirens Blare, as do the guns This will become a … More This Sleeping Town
It matters not, if you agree Or if, instead, you disagree How I view you, and you view me Matters, incidentally We will not change the minds of men Nor woman, child, or their kin Unless we try to get along Where right is right, and wrong is wrong Division is no way to build … More Simplicity
So what if I stole millions? Who cares I faked my death? That makes a man a psychopath? Pleb please, don’t waste your breath Just because I’m more corrupt than Kremlin KGBs Does not mean I am capable of nuking family trees Judge and jury: this I say – just take one look at me! … More Alex Murdaugh: But Pronounced Alec Murdock Because Literally Nothing I Do Makes Any Sense Whatsoever
Happy birthday, Mom Six years have passed, I know I can’t lie it still feels like You were just with me, though You’re missed more than anything In thoughts each, every day And yes it’s true that not for you I’d have no words to say Everything I’m doing Every word I write Is fueled … More Happy Birthday, Mom
’Twas the morning ‘fore Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
…except Mrs. Clowse … More St. Nicholas was Done in 2021
Some may not like this Though it’s true So blame, don’t cast on me It is something Needed saying Please listen, carefully Many things of late Are awful This, we all agree Yet we must realize That these things Are isolated, see All throughout the world There’s lived The prejudiced, sadly Though that does not … More America the Beautiful