A World We Knew

High upon the misty mount Rotham blew the North Star out Took it as his ladies gem Watched it as its flaming ebbed And Lyra strong and true and brave Came to him that winters day Asked him why the light was gone The sun was set, the stars were lost And he said... I was born among the rest Born to walk this world and pass this weary test So if you're up in heaven and you're looking down on earth If you want your prized possession You better armor up for war And war it came upon the land Mortals and gods marshaled their men The battle lines were drawn on high Where mountains touched the sunlit sky Kroja summoned his bestial hordes Those animals without a soul Minotaurs monsters goblins and trolls The lesser creatures of the Fold His nymphs and nyriads he did tell To be his creatures generals These lesser gods would have to go Leave the sky to fight below And gods are gods but gods will bleed And when the la...

Today I made up my mind to focus on “big” things.  Revolutions in Africa, poverty in America, tyrranny and oppression in the Middle East.  As I tried to bend my stubborn mind away from the everday distractions I fritter my day away with, there was a part of me that thought in the oximoronical way that only our subconscious can think, “if I truly did start caring this much about big things and not impressing girls, than girls would probably be more into me”.  I thought it and hung my head in shame, laughing morosely. It is hard to have unadulturated, pure passion in this world.   Our image culture tells us that standing for this cause or wearing that movement’s t-shirt will make us cool to our friends.  Our cynical culture tells us that when we do things for others there is no such thing as selflessness.  I’ll help a charity if it makes others notice me, or at least makes me more like so-and-so that I idolize and aspire to be.  Does...