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2023  In the thought of Armageddon, there is thrill and fright, A spectacle of ends conceived in the dread of night. From faiths sprung and life's work swung on this dire thought, Since Atlantis' tale was first taught, the human mind it sought.   This cosmic vision unfolds, a saga where we lose, In the universe's entropy, our identities diffuse. 'Twas merely a nightmare in our history's early stage, 'Til weapons and the world's rhythm pushed us to this age.   The harmless dream, a reality, a looming, potent threat, Closer to obliteration than we've ever gotten yet. Each advancement, each creation, chips at our protective shell, Facing the apathetic cosmos, an unsympathetic hell.   Energy borrowed, moved, not birthed anew, Teetering on the precipice, a chasm broad and true. False safety, false era, delusions of our time, All history, all struggles, on the edge of a dime.   Great minds and riches, obliterated, unreme...

     War has endured as an intrinsic aspect of human civilization, tracing its roots back to and past prehistoric eras, and it can be argued that war is visible in the struggles of the natural world, such as the battles waged among ant species or lion prides. However, despite the longevity of war, propaganda is a somewhat new addition. Propaganda exists to sway public opinion on conflict or policies, either by showing the glory of one’s own morals, or the evils enabled by the enemy's. It is an artform that can be used or abused and has proved to be very powerful. If history is written by the victor, then propaganda is the prelude to that inevitability. That being said, Propaganda is not always effective and can be detrimental in more ways than one. So, let’s try and understand propaganda, it’s purpose, effective use, and especially it’s failures.      In the ancient world, propaganda was less motivated by war and more created to lend credence to the reign...

If you are reading this, you must already know this is part of a series about Poems I created that are meant for kids to learn about Roman history. In this post I am going to include more than one poem so that those interested can read more easily. The idea is to teach kids about roman history in a digestible way so that they have a foundation of which to learn more history about the world. Because of the negative attitude I hold for typical nursery rhymes I believed it a fun writing exercise to create my own. The other benefit of these poems is in expanding vocabulary terms in a way that breeds discussion. The first poem is about Cincinnatus, a Statesman and senator who was disgraced by his son's actions before being called upon by the people to save them from themselves. *** The Reluctant Dictator 2022 What of a man who has long played the game Of speaking for others: yet retired in shame. His troublesome child, that he spoiled rotten Sawt his progress undone and his good deeds f...

As mentioned in an earlier post, I've been working on a collection of poems about ancient Rome, and I want to share them here to showcase my progression. These poems are geared towards a younger audience, like storybooks or vocabulary books. I'm taking Roman myths and true stories and turning them into fun and accessible texts for kids. In this post, I'll be sharing the second poem in the series, so let's dive in and explore the story of Horatius Cocles together. This is the second post of this type; I will include a link to the first at the bottom of the page. Now the poem... *** This the Bridge of Hero's 2022 Once upon a time there was a Kingdom called Rome. It was a place anyone could come and make friends and call home. The King there was kindly, wise and sage, The only trouble was in his old age. Then one day the good old king did die, and his son ‘Lucius’ became king, and he was not a good guy. He stole from the people, and he forbid fun in the city. He took a...

As a writer of mostly lengthy, substantive texts, I occasionally take joy in creating short poems echoing with historical events or profound themes. My ambition is to replace meaningless nursery rhymes from my youth, which still occupy precious mind-space, with these enlightening miniatures. Think of the empty nursery rhymes ingrained in our memories: "To Grandmother's house we go," "Ring around the Rosey," "Ba Ba Black Sheep "and so on. Rather than these mindless verses, I long for the ability to recall content that offers fresh insights into the world and its deep mysteries. However, my upbringing's persistent mental imprints limit this possibility. But this regret has sparked my drive to generate my own poetry, a rich empty canvas ready to reflect significant themes and ideas. With this in mind I have written a few poems and such on Roman history, a subject of which I am most passionate about.  (I'd like to clarify that my motivation pri...