Who Profits?

Words & Music by Ren Michael I need a good friend Who goes on more than instinct Though when you show me the source Don’t pretend not to blink You claim to report But now you tell me what to think I’m over it man I’m here the brink I’ll see you at home I’ll …

The War of Ideas

I thought I'd grown numb to gun violence, until it finally happened close to me. In my county.  Maybe it’s just another indicator of the distance we feel from one another, from east to west. Maybe it’s natural in a land as vast and diverse as our own, an impediment we must continually seek to …

Old Glory Reloaded

Every issue in politics, I once said, typically boils down to the fundamental, opposing forces of fear and faith. The faith I’m talking about isn’t religious faith, and that’s why I am skeptical to even use the word. To me, it has nothing to do with religion or even God, at least not the God …

Today, We Are Young

https://youtu.be/xXzZp0faoOI   Words & Music By Ren Michael Come you princes and gamblers And I’ll tell you a tale About an unborn world From the cold winds of hell I think you will find That my story’s been told, indeed it’s centuries old And though I am young, You may know me quite well. They …

The Root

The Root Riding that train through the European plain, thinking Of what’s to be gained, and I think And theorize about things Realize We stand on the brink In that final realm as the thunder rolls The final frontier of the human soul. – Political discourse like broken leaves Stands in the shadows of laughing …

Drop Your Pitchforks and Raise Your Glass. Political Parties are No More.

Hope and fear have outlined the political discourse since the beginnings of modern democracy. The actors are compelled to either fight for something or to fight against something, and this leads to campaigns that are either optimistic for what we can obtain, or fearful of that which are trying to avoid. At no time has …

Leaders and Lions in the Arena of Love and Fear

Richard Nixon was not a bad man. He was a man. He wanted to be loved, and they all want to be loved. He just got caught, and so he payed for it. There's a thread of the main intrigue for me. They all go into it with such optimism only to come out beaten …

Happy New Year. War will be over.

Everything would be silent but I hear the noise now. The grumbling that predominated the past year has broken through the first layer of Earth as I hear the trumpets begin to play. They mark the ascension of some joyous finale, or maybe it is some epic war. And so lie the images, scattered in …

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