Sup-po-sition mag-ni-fies what prop-o-sition probes; i-ma-gi-nations clarify what con-ster-nations close; re-pu-di-ation se-par-ates

The waning world yet slowly turns, around it’s blazing sun it sorely… nation’s whim, turned alee again, weakness trends, as wonting strife… moment tossed in each mind’s torme…

Roads of pain run sure and true throughout every nation built to last by vile fools whipping death’s ire elation routes designed to cause chaos

exhibited smile whispers of trepidation makes hearts feel heavy

Mind’s deep permits, darkness’ cav… one light defined in candled flame… profound indeed these depths despa… release these binds, of mind, of h… substance beret, of loss, of life,…

Political speak, unnaturally born… it reeks of lies; foundations biased, with inhumane… of this, we seek apprise; morally, its tweak of forked tongu…

The movement, of all that there is… the Earth’s atmosphere is nearly t… nearly all there is; almost everyw… What is up, with it? This, in the… This movement bourne, of design an…

Of a frigate, maggot, and / or fag… on any sun rise’ morn, which would… easy enough; this question’s poise… for me you ask; IAM all three of… In flights of current’ course and…

Heart fire is fueled by truth not… thus gifts all minds serene; permutes a consciousness confused, result a soul of facet sheen; perverse lapse, irresolute trait,

Posted on Dec.22, 2014 in budget, CRS by Steven Aftergood The U.S. has spent $1.6 trillion on post-9/11 military operations, including the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and other count...

“…in a nationally televised speech, Dwight D. Eisenhower addresses the American people for the last time as president. Expressing ideas that seem prophetic in retrospect, Eisenhower off...

Without worrying wanting more and more pleased, that time allowed me this outer layer skinned and shorn finally is this pallidness, precis…

Fresh thoughts lost… moments alone listening... two spirits move forward; but, one slips between the shadows

I’ll never know thought rekindling waning truth when darkness whispers