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Good Night, Dear Reader (My Brave Comrade)
good nighti hopesuch peace is rareyet may it remain soto caress your soulas minedear readermy brave comrade may the silencenot feel empty tonightbut fullof everythingtoo tenderto be written here may the shadowsgather not against youbut around youlike a shawlwoven by merciful hands may the ghosts…
https://keithmlyndaker.wordpress.com/2026/06/25/good-night-comrade/
The NEW Soylent Green
A Moses-like figure stands before the mic at an NRA convention and thunders, "I will give you my gun when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers." At the end of the sci-fi film Soylent Green, that same actor implores his detective boss to spread the news, "Soylent Green is people!" In the movie, as the corpses pile up from an overcrowded, miserable earth, they are carted away in garbage trucks, secretly converted to Soylent Green, and fed back to…
https://peacegrooves1.wordpress.com/2026/06/23/the-new-soylent-green/
The Thief in the Night #poem
https://keithmlyndaker.wordpress.com/2026/06/23/the-thief-in-the-night/
Hearts of Lightning
A Monday Monday Song You and I were born with hearts of lightning. Who or what has stolen our fire? Reach out to the sky. Reach out to the why. Let the storm within calm the storm without calm the storm within calm the storm without. Let your whisper be a shout. Let the IT out. Now is not the time to let your ashes grow cold.
https://keithmlyndaker.wordpress.com/2026/06/22/you-and-i-were-born-with-hearts-of-lightning/
The heat brings out the snakes,
like money draws the rich,
like war brings out the bombs,
like feces draws the flies.
Like power draws the cruel,
like wounds invite the salt,
like fear locks up the heart,
like greed learns how to steal.
The sun heats up the road,
the ditch begins to writhe,
the grass hides what it knows,
the stones remember blood.
A shadow slides under the fence,
a tongue divides the air,
a sermon without words,
a warning writ in scales.
The just…
https://keithmlyndaker.wordpress.com/2026/06/22/scales-and-suits/
Freedom
I ask for freedom for one day.One day when my past shall not hold swayo'er my aching headand press upon me with its burden. One day when I shall freely beall that He sees in me,to grasp a flicker of eternityand the Light that beckons me. I ask for freedom for one dayand that day is nowtoday. May 9, 1987 (age 19)
Wise Words from Ray Bradbury
https://keithmlyndaker.wordpress.com/2026/06/20/wise-words-from-ray-bradbury/
It’s in the Blood
In 1539, a fugitive former-priest-turned-Anabaptist, in his seminal work "The Foundation," penned the following words: "Christ is our fortress; patience our weapon of defense; the Word of God our sword. ...Iron and metal spears and swords we leave to those who, alas, regard human blood and swine’s blood of well-nigh equal value." So said Menno Simons, principal leader of the Protestant sect which then became known as the Mennonites.
https://peacegrooves1.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/its-about-blood/
Virtual Terrorist – A Tale of East and West
in the West, the Man-Boy plays with his toy joystick or drone killing me softly alone Xbox Wii PS4 smart bombs virtual war in the East, the Boy-Man hears the siren’s song of martyrdom heaven with a harem pull the trigger pull the pin pay the price for another’s sin in the East and the West we are losing this fight…
https://peacegrooves1.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/virtual-terrorist-a-tale-of-east-and-west/
DeadHead
The seat beside him was supposed to be empty. The man in the pilot’s uniform took the empty seat beside me just as they closed the cabin door, and for one impossible second I thought he was the person I had killed. Not because of his face. His face was wrong. Too narrow. Too pale. Clean-shaven where Gordon had worn a short beard to hide the scar under his chin.
