Individuality is largely a matter of voices in the head.

As a nice break from the unfettered speechifying that most frequently occupies my version of the voicings I assume all hear within (my own consistently waxing impassioned about our triumphant restoration of earth, Union, and souls), I often also have songs running through my head (musicians call music heard in mind “ audiation”). The songs, often rhymes,…

Censorship is an internal nuisance.

I wrote a rhyme about the tendency to speak out loud any manner of the floating bits of inner commentary that baseline attend to nonsense , to censor the insistent call succinctly declaring truths of spirit and soul.  Crystal clear in formation, rhythms composed of speech, languishing bereft of audial heft.  I’m sure I’m not…