Future Past

Our past was once the future,
Many years away from the melancholy glaze of reverence,
Many years away from the hallowed ground of institutionalization,
Feared by some,
Despised by others,
A threat to sacred rituals,
The demonized specter of change.

Those comfortable now in sameness,
Defenders of static conformity,
They might be hailed as visionaries
Were they catapulted back into antiquity
With beliefs and convictions intact,
Or perhaps burned at the stake.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Take These Roads, Please!

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And glad that I could travel both

And be two travelers

Because I’m schizophrenic.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And glad that I could travel both

And be two travelers

Because I’m schizophrenic.

~ Russ Allison Loar
Apologies to Robert Frost
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