Author: Michael Langston

Truth and love are the things that matter.

The blame for most school shootings can be laid squarely at the doorsteps of the psychopharmaceutical industry and psychiatry. These drugs cause violence and suicide. The drug companies, psychiatrists, GPs, and pediatricians are to blame for this carnage.

VARIANCE
by Michael Langston

The flatness of water suggests itself all over:
In rivers, in puddles, in lakes, in seas…
All over…over and over.
And the world is at variance with the flatness,
All around…around the water:
In hills, in slopes, in fields, in trees
That surround…surround the water.

(The thinness of air is different from both.)

The blue noonday sky projects itself downward
With the greenery of summer at variance with its blueness.
The movement of insects disturbs the still twilight.
The dance of the fireflies is revealed in the moonlight
By the darkness of night at variance with their radiance.

Above, the stars vary with the black silence.

ON THE DEATH OF MY GRANDFATHER
by Michael Langston

The setting sun tomorrow rises;
  The summer’s green each year renews.
While some things change to different guises,
  Nothing in nature we chance to lose:

The moon each month in thirty days
  Returns to its each separate phase;
Water lost falls back as rain,
  And grass if cut grows high again.

Such things as these did nowhere meet
  An end for us to see;
The stars, the same, alike repeat:
  What is…can’t cease to be.

And if some things appear to die,
  Their different guise escapes the eye;
Each thing thought gone, not noticed, stays
  As does the moon…in darkest phase.

Leonard Roy Frank shows us how traumatic brain injury can be overcome and how the human brain is capable of remarkable self healing. Despite the electroshock treatments that he unjustly received, he went on to become one of our most brilliant thinkers.

SONNET 29
by William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
  For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
  That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

DAY TO NIGHT
by Michael Langston

Light recedes behind tall trees;
  The evening sun is set.
Daytime sight and color flees;
  The night will soon be met.

The sky receives the night’s soft breeze;
  Its veil of blue is lifted,
Revealing skies that set minds free.
  A veil again is lifted.

Sense now spans the distant stars;
  The day has passed to night.
The world leaps out from short to far
  As if by gaining sight.

Sounds abound in dark and grey;
  The quiet of day is broken,
Revealing thoughts no words convey:
  Forever kept unspoken.

Building 7 collapsed straight down in a symmetrical manner at near free-fall speed. This only happens in a controlled demolition. Office fires do not produce temperatures hot enough to melt steel, yet evidence of molten iron was found in the rubble.