New Troas

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The language of our ancestors
Is hard to understand;
And yet, for fourteen hundred years
We’ve traveled as they planned

The home that they foresaw for us
Is well within our sight;
And everything has gone as they
Expected on this flight

And yet, these old barbarians,
What did they did really know?
They never really lived in space
Those many years ago

The people of New Troas have
Our own ideas in mind;
We’ve learned a lot in all that time
And aren’t completely blind

For instance we know Mitylene,
The first place that we reach,
Has beings behind walls that our
Technology can breach

The same goes for Neapolis
As well for Assos, too;
With what we have aboard this ship
There’s little we can’t do

So ancient strictures won’t prevent
Us from our rightful place;
The strongest, rules. Such is the law
Of every time
And space

Phantasmonde

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The rules are simple, after all,
Just close your eyes, say “Phantasmonde”
And if you have pronounced it right
You will find yourself there

In Phantasmonde, a river flows
That frees all worries from your mind
That solves your problems back on Earth
And leaves you without care

The guardians that run the place
Are calm of mind and fair of face
And welcome, with surprising grace
Those chosen for a stay

And underneath the rainbow sun
There’s room enough for everyone
And long and sweet the passions run
Through every night and day

The life you live, so sorrow lade
From all the long mistakes you’ve made
The games at which you have been played
Have left you worn and lean

So, since it’s simple, try it now
Just close your eyes, say “Phantasmonde”
And if you have pronounced it right
You’ll soon know what I mean

Paregoros

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I lay down on my bed

My head was on the pillow, my feet flat, my knees up

I saw Paregoros glide into the room

I closed my eyes

She began to speak

Her voice was soothing and her words soft

I felt her put her hands on my shoulders

I felt the tension ease from my back and neck

My breathing was deep

I felt her touching every part of me

I wanted to draw her closer

I opened my eyes

She was still across the room

Speaking musically and gently

She had never touched me at all

Except

With her words

Catfishing

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People love to lie because
They know it gives them power;
They use lies to seduce and
To entrap and to devour

They lead fake online lives
That stretch beyond mere pseudonyms;
And play out where the old are young
And where the “she’s” are “him’s”

And often, they’re convinced
The lies they tell are really true;
Or so important, it excuses
Everything they do

And lying’s so ubiquitous
It’s all of a degree
What constitutes a fraud
Or someone real (like you or me)

Or maybe we’re all liars
A distinctly human art
Just telling stories ’round the fire
Fabulists
At heart

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For a description of the phenomenon of “catfishing” look here.

Stood Up

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Half-dressed up, but now she finds
She’s got no place to go;
And lying there, she wonders why
So often it is so

But she will miss the obvious.
Of that, I have no doubt:
A man who breaks his promises
She’s better off
Without

fame is not real

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fame is not real
but being famous is

it is the reality
of a sick fascination
among strangers
for what they think
your life is

without having any idea

it is also the reality
of their coming to resent
the pretend life
they always imagined you having

No Talent For Certainty

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