Where Heroes Still Soar

I know a place, it’s a wonderful place Where there’s always more room to explore – Where lies are not told and all children are loved, And venturesome heroes still soar For dark grows the shadow where men have long lived, Where all hope is ground into dust – Then cold and abandoned, we wander … Continue reading "Where Heroes Still Soar"

Nocturnal Creatures

[A poem by Beleaguered Servant] . .. … The night knows its own. … .. . The night spreads out its gloomy arms Embracing minds befogged with hate Who linger in a shadowed world Where sickened spirits congregate They cannot come into the light For to be seen is agony The night will always welcome … Continue reading "Nocturnal Creatures"

Whither Pride Goeth (Single Thought #7)

So impressed are we by the works of our hands So proud are we of the works of our minds That we’re surprised by the devastation wrought By the works of our hearts  

The World’s Oldest Addiction

This isn’t about politics But, with humans: Having power over others And being corrupted by it Are virtually synonyms We must refuse power at first Or, like any other addiction, It will consume us For when we try to control others We lose control of ourselves For it is only In embracing powerlessness over others … Continue reading "The World’s Oldest Addiction"