Abandon virtue or perish

 When Virtue Falls

Caesar crossed the Rubicon, Rome's ideals drowned, 

Proud Romans bowed, power's shadow crowned.

Alexander's dreams of lands, cities burned bright, 

Soldiers' hearts turned cold, fame's endless night.

Nero's reign of gold, terror's cruel embrace, 

Romans gripped by fear, lost in madness' chase.

Qin Shi Huang's iron rule, scholars buried deep, 

Books met flames' desire, silence in their weep.

Henry's love of power, church and faith did break, 

England's soul divided, doctrines in their wake.

Genghis Khan's vast empire, cities fell in stride, 

Warriors left values, conquest's bloody tide.

Ivan's grip on Russia, terror's fearful sip,

Hearts turned cold in quest, darkness in his grip.

Each leader's choice, ideals left behind,

Followers' morals lost, in history's grind.

Change? Change!

 

Emote control

From a young age, boys are often told to "man up" or that "big boys don't cry." These messages reinforce the idea that showing emotions is a sign of weakness.

Expressing emotions openly is healthier and more authentic than concealing them.

Societal norms often teach boys to suppress emotions, leading to physical and mental health issues, unhealthy coping mechanisms, and difficulties in relationships.

Encouraging emotional openness in boys can improve overall well-being and foster a more inclusive society.

Luminor's Aweful Escape

In a land of shadows, dark and deep, 

Where glimmers of the night did creep, 

Lived Luminor in a dim, dank cave, 

Longing for the light he craved.

The cave was cold, the light was faint, 

Fearful shadows, like a darkened paint. 

He grasped at them with trembling hand, 

But they slipped away like grains of sand.

One day, a spark of wonder grew, 

A tiny light, a different hue. 

He reached out, not with dread, 

But with wonder and awe instead.

The shadows danced and swirled around, 

Revealing secrets, magic found. 

As curiosity lit his soul, 

He felt the warmth, the light made whole.

Luminor, now curious and bold, 

Saw paths of light and stories told. 

He followed trails of whispered lore, 

And found a hidden, golden door.

With a gentle push, the door swung wide, 

Revealing worlds of light inside. 

The shadows faded, fear no more, 

For curiosity had unlocked the door.

In this land of magic, bright and grand, 

Luminor discovered a wondrous land. 

With eyes wide open, heart aglow, 

He stepped into the light to know.

Their there, Hear here

 

Weight of silence

 

When one lie breaks

Give me a story, tell it me true, just make it big and blue. 

Now give me a red one, to make them rue, let me feel they gots their due. 

Oh narrate a green tale, about a good crew, a song of how gooder I do. 

But then a yellow narrative, of dying virtue, a ballad of woe and woo. 

Just keep them coming, move stories through, dazzle my ears, but it must be new! 

Whatever you do man, don't you ever construe, to tell me the truth man, or we'll come for you!

Spin me a yarn, of gold and of light, where heroes stand tall in the fight. 

Weave me a tale, of shadows and night, where villains lurk out of sight. 

Craft me a legend, of silver so bright, where justice prevails in the right. 

But never reveal, the truth in plain sight, for fear of the mob's might.

When one lie breaks, another we chase, Fearing the void, the truth we replace. 

In stories we trust, in fables we brace, To hide from the truths we cannot face.

Paint me a picture, of lands far away, where dreams and reality sway. 

Tell me a fable, where morals decay, and innocence leads us astray. 

Sing me a saga, of glory and fray, where legends are born every day. 

But hide the truth, come what may, for honesty's price we won't pay.

When one lie breaks, another we chase, Fearing the void, the truth we replace. 

In stories we trust, in fables we brace, To hide from the truths we cannot face.

So give me a story, in hues bright and true, But never the truth, or we'll come for you. 

In the land of tales, where fiction is king, The truth is a perilous, dangerous thing.