Feed the fire stoke the coals Sing a song Tell stories around it or Let it all go up in flames None of us was supposed to be here forever anyway Resources…. what the fuck are resources? Oh! You mean Return to Source!!! Yeah that….

They say history is written by the winner, but that’s not true. History is written by the writer.   In times passed, skalds carried the songs and stories of ancestors. In doing so they held the past.   “Never anger a bard”, says the wise…

In the honeymoon phase I could find a hundred and two ways to say I love you and what I loved about you. Your laugh Your smile Your long eyelashes Late night back rubs Early morning cuddles. And somewhere along the way Life butt her…

I hear sounds Meanings carried like melodies But the lyrics are lost In the acoustic ocean. Hearing tests passed In quiet rooms the waves still Soft voices and bright tones Like clear waters No ear-worn aid Could teach my brain to hear One sound against a thousand…

Shout a new slogan! Shout loud for all to hear, never forgetting its jingle and being proud of its appeal. Declare it everywhere, shouting over and over loudly! Yet, truth is constant, quiet, sober, and gentle.

Fall asleep. Blink. Good morning. Begin the day. Blink. Good evening. A child is born. Blink. University. Chase after hours. Blink. Memories are fading. Go back to reclaim them. Blink. Catch the soft moonlight. My children’s children. Blink. Grown and leaving. Fight the darkness. Blink. Fall…