An Accidental Definition

Azure Colonies - The Road Less Traveled Defined

An Accidental Definition
by Michael Romani

There is a sense of scattered taunts
Hidden in the hand painted fonts
That reaches for the imperative
Found in an industrial narrative
Where the cross thatched tags
Create a sense of visual lag
Between what was meant to be said
And the impressions in another's head

At what sort of cost
Is that something lost
When we walk away
From the handcrafted days
It seems the importance of feeling
In those things that set the head reeling
Are more important than the roads paved
And are worth every minute being saved

There in the midst of the mapped out
Is the removal of all doubt
Decisions mysteriously made
Can be put on and visually displayed
In fractured bits of information
Important to our sense of transformation
Moments of publically private obsession
Put out in a synthesized confession

Tick tock as the clock hand passes
Spent lost in memories of art classes
Wanting to be meaningful to the huddle masses
Not just a cliché behind stereotyped glasses
Intuitive music finds its own special blend
Blown up out of scale and hard to defend
It is these accidents of sudden success
That come to define us at our very best

(c) June 19, 2017  Michael Romani
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First Principles: In Uniting, We Stand…

Then join in hand, brave Americans all! By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall. – John Dickinson, lyrics from The Liberty Song

Most of my life, I have mistakenly believed this phrase as being another part of American history first.  It may be that this truism is a recurrent theme of which we should always be mindful?

Information about The Liberty Song may be found here:





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Thought For the Day: Free Expression and Rule of Law Are Necessary To Freedom

“Two things form the bedrock of any open society – freedom of expression and rule of law.  If you don’t have those things, you don’t have a free country.” – Salman Rushdie, quote from the  January 16, 2008, The Times of India interview




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The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street

Burn2 - Fire Moon - Alien Chorus Line

Based on Twilight Zone, Season 1; Episode 22

The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street
by Michael Romani

Late summer on Maple Street, USA
Children play as laughter rings on this sunny day
The day begins its descent; it's 6:43 PM
The ice cream man gets a cone for each of them
A meteor or something is seen in the sky
In a quiet, reflective moment passing by

One by one, notice is made of power going out
Ill at ease, the neighbors fill with doubt
The neighborhood begins spreading crazy talk
About invaders from space as people balk
A young man tells a conspiratorial plot
As a crowd gathers around listening to the thoughts

The thought that maybe cars that aren't starting
Is something to prevent others from departing
Suddenly a neighbor's car cold starts on it's own
One by one community unity is lost stone by stone
Suspicion rises as the crowd gains a mob mentality
Gone is the once neighborly sense of sentimentality

The extrapolation grows until it's a monster's family
Infiltrated fifth columnists from beyond familiarity
Looking for reasons to find even greater suspicion
Wearing a narrative of fright and blanket disposition
The suspected man speaks out against this social flare
And of his unwillingness to be part of its snare

Rumor mongering chatterers grow and glow by candlelight
As fears grow and the shadows begin to rule the night
Once a neighborhood of friends becomes lost in madness
All that's left is the tragic and filled with sadness
Self appointed hanging judges strike in observation
As increasing fear and paranoia consume the conversation

Society loses as it becomes a glaring menace to itself
Reasons for uncertainty comes a sort of macabre wealth
Pointing fingers linger with each new sordid accusation
Until one finger too many points back in self annihilation
Friends being to eat one time friends as fear is alive
Until at the end, there's a wonder who will be left to survive

From the shadows, a solitary man approaches slowly walking
Footsteps echo on the street causing panicked, anxious talking
Until a shot rings out and the shooter crows the monster is dead
Rolling up only to find that the monster is a dead friend instead
The price is paid by all by not waiting for clear identification
It's a horrifying finality beyond any sort of redemption

Neighbor against neighbor, estranged heart against heart
Paves the road toward taking our civilized world apart
The rule of the mob rabbles into its own full kilter
No longer caring or daring for reasoning's clear filter
A stone's throw bring its reckoning of bloody vengeance
And the chief finger pointer gains his true percentage

Desperate for his own chance at some sense of exoneration
The twisted accuser offers his scapegoat for satisfaction
The voice of reason is drowned in the tsunami of fear
Until there is only separation and bloody anarchy here
Outside, alien agitators sit back and watch the fire's glow
Having manipulated incidents that will make the ripples grow

It turns out that the most dangerous sort of enemies to be found
Are our society's members as their civil cover is lost all around
In a nation of differences  filled with the special and unique
One becomes a distrusted many when fear raises up to speak
Instead of civility, it's a world filled with sardonic Maple Streets
Where distrust is easily bred and riotous chaos entreats

One to the other and another no longer trusted as just the other
Leads to sister fighting sister and brother against brother
The tools of conquest are casually brought into instant test
Showing that manipulation of thought afflicts the very best
Prejudice can kill even the most innocent and suspicions destroy
Real world and Twilight Zone show how easily this is employed

(c) June 17, 2017  Michael Romani
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Invictus - Where Angels Fear To Tread II


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Destiny (Heart Found)

The Empire Room - Ally Teaches Me Some Moves

Destiny (Heart Found)
by Michael Romani

I hear your fears
Comforting your tears
Bound in hand and in heart
Bound as we've been from the start

Now, nothing can keep me away
I have found my home
And here I will stay
At the edge of the sea's foam

I have watched you build
From the depths of your beauty
What I will protect and shield
As my loving duty

Your smile owns my heart
There will never be a point we part
Time moves on and we shall see
One thing never changes; you are my destiny

(c) June 18, 2017  Michael Romani
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Luane's Magical World - Talk To Me of Castles and Dreams


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First Principles: The Happiest Moments Come From Family

“…(T)he happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have past at home in the bosom of my family. “ – Thomas Jefferson, Letter to Francis Willis, April 18, 1790



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Thought For the Day: To Be The Father of Growing Daughters Invokes Awe

“To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase ‘terrible beauty.’ Nothing can make one so happily exhilarated or so frightened: it’s a solid lesson in the limitations of self to realize that your heart is running around inside someone else’s body. It also makes me quite astonishingly calm at the thought of death: I know whom I would die to protect and I also understand that nobody but a lugubrious serf can possibly wish for a father who never goes away.”  – Christopher Hitchens, in Hitch-22: A Memoir

Having spent this weekend with my two beautiful little girls and learning how each of them are growing and becoming so much more every day is awe inspiring to me.  The eldest loves me more than I deserve.  It is a rich blessing.  The youngest is mini-me in so many ways.  Both of these little ladies teach me so much about life and surprise me every day at their wisdom and profound senses of honor and respect.  A man could not ask for more.  I only hope that I get to watch them grow up even more and watch as they live and love and flourish into everything they have the promise of becoming.  … and that I will always be the man that they believe deserves their deepest love and respect.  They are my life’s amazing jewels.

At the end of today, Father’s Day, my eldest cuddles up to me and whispers, “Daddy, why were you over by the computer crying?” Me, “Nothing, angel, no reason.”  Her, “I hurt when you hurt.”  Me, “I was just thinking of how very blessed I am to have lived long enough to have known, loved and been loved by you and your sister.”  Her, “I love you, Daddy.”  Me, “Me too you, with all of my heart.”

You see, as silly as maybe it might seem?  I find that being their daddy – that’s something sacred to me.  Always has been; always will be.


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First Principles: Good and Wise Government Is Dependent On Family

“[T]hat important and respectable, though small and sometimes neglected establishment, which is denominated a family…[The family is] the principle of the community; it is that seminary, on which the commonwealth, for its manners as well as its numbers, must ultimately depend. As its establishment is the source, so its happiness is the end, of every institution of government, which is wise and good.”  – James Wilson

The Works of James Wilson, Associate Justice of the Supreme Court, and Professor of Law in the College of Philadelphia, “Natural Rights of Individuals,” p. 333

For a great read as to what the Founding Fathers thought about the role of the institutions of marriage and family in our republic and in any and all good government, please see:





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My Last Confession

My Last Confession
(c) Allyson Romani (2017)

I stood at the back of the huge sanctuary, smoothed my skirt,
fussed with my hair. Late afternoon sun streamed through the high
stained glass windows, and seemed to illuminate the whole of the
room's iconography in a way that might most effectively, do what
exactly? Challenge me? Mock me? Frighten me? Condemn me?
All of the above.

How long I stood I couldn't know. Anyone who saw would have
thought I'd come alone. That I hadn't, they couldn't know.
Time sometimes swirls into whirlpools. The when of things becomes
lost when the why of them feels the need to rearrange events to
assert some cosmological point of order.

"We need to retake the ultrasound."

"Why? Is something wrong?" 
The day I went to the clinic, all time stood still. All past and
future compressed into a point. Park. Go inside. Taken to the
room. "Wear this, Miss.". An injection.

"This isn't your fault," the doctor said.

"Where did the genes come from?", I asked. He gave no answer.
Slowly I made my way to the corner. Genuflected crossing the
center aisle as I'd been taught. In the alcove I lit a candle.
Pressed ten dollars into the box.

The confessional awaited like the executioner's gallows. Yet
it beckoned. Something I must confront. This is where I will
fall. This is where I will ascend. Or neither. 

I stepped inside, closed the door, and waited.

"What brings you here today, My Child?"

He expected "Bless me Father, for I have sinned." He didn't
get it.

"Father, when I leave here today I'm going to kill My Child."

In his long silence I could hear only the air escaping from the
room. All evacuated into empty space. An emergency decompression
sucking everything through the gaping hole in my reality. All the
stained glass shattered and rang down in shards around us, the
sound echoing for hours.

I spoke again, "How can you help me?"

Standing on uncertain ground, he said only, "You mustn't have
these thoughts, My Child."

"They are not my thoughts, Father. My child is dying inside me.
So they say.
And I'm told that if I don't do this, I shall die. They say she
most likely won't last to term. And if I go on, it may kill me,
too. Or they might be wrong.
So they say."

"I think, in this case, My Child, you must take the advice of
your doctors. It's a painful choice. The Lord will forgive..."

The long silence this time echoed from my side of the
confessional. Had I really heard what I just heard? From a 
Priest? My choice? Permission to Kill?

"Thank you for your time, Father. My soul understands it's on
its own." And without a blessing I stood, opened the door,
stepped out, began to walk quickly to the front of the church.

A hand grabbed my wrist and turned me. "No, Father, I can see
you have nothing to help me." Pulled my arm away, ran out the
door, tried not to cry again.
The doctor tried to be gentle, but all I heard was: "You must
never let this happen to you again. It would most likely turn
out the same."
The lights cut into me, "It shouldn't be so bright, the nurses
shouldn't smile," I thought.

How long since I came in? The doctor spoke in soothing tones.
His words sounded like the hiss of a snake.

I felt a pinch and a low pain. It lasted forever. Deep inside
the knife cut, and the dying within me pierced my heart. Then
it was still, and I was empty..
"We'll let you recover for a while until you feel well enough
to go," one of them said. "You're fine. It's over, Everything
was normal."

I glared, felt flames shoot from my eyes. "Normal? It will
never be normal, never over."
My friend drove me home. We passed the church. "Stop, let me out.
Wait here for me please."

"No," she said, you should stay away from here for a while."

"Stop, Let me go in. I have to go in."

She did. And I did.
Another candle. Another ten dollars. Genuflect.
"Why have you come, My Child?"

"To say goodbye, Father. You are a hypocrite, your church a
fraud. I'll never step inside it again. I came for courage,
not absolution. With courage I'd have needed no absolution.
Without it, I need absolution that can never be given. Nothing
can wash this stain from me. No ten dollar confession can save
my soul."

Stepped out of the confessional into the freezing cold.

His second-thought stuttering faded in the distance behind,
".... pray for you..... the soul of your child...
your great loss.... "

"I'll find a real man of God. Goodbye"
That church echoed only with the sound of my footsteps leaving
for the last time, then it was silent.

I agonized for a long time about writing this story about the most wrenching moments of my life. I know I’m far too poor a writer to convey the surrealism of it and the utter defeat I felt. I hope only that some of it comes through.

I’ll write more in coming days and weeks. Thank  you for indulging me. Please leave a comment with your thoughts.

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Thought For the Day: A Daughter Is For Life

“A son is a son till he takes him a wife, a daughter is a daughter all of her life.” –Irish Saying

Times this times two princesses and you have my idea of paradise!




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