They came for our grain before they came for my life.They rode in at dawn. Dust on their cloaks. Steel on their hips. They looked at our fields and herds and saw easy meat. We had no armor. No walls. No iron gates. Only hands that knew work and eyes that knew hunger when they saw it in other men.By their measure we were naked. I knew better. I had

They say trust me. Trust me. Like the words themselves hold some weight, some magic, some invisible armor against the truth. They come to you with smiling faces, firm handshakes, their eyes steady and voices low, as if loyalty could be whispered and believed just by saying it enough.But the world is old, and the world is tired, and men and women ha

There’s Nothing More Left to DoBy Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical Healer They say, “Why would God favor him or her and not me?”Well—I say, have you checked your behavior?Did you light candles and chant names with bad intentions? Then come home, take your mask off, and melt down in private like the weight of your own contradictions jus

Roy Dawson & The ROYELVISBAND Light a Fire with “Paper Moons (Money, Honey)”A blistering blend of heartbreak and heat, wrapped in country-rock grit.By AMERICAN MUSIC | June 2025If you’re still asking whether real country soul is alive, Roy Dawson has your answer — and it’s screaming out the window of a beat-up Cadillac, sliding sideways t

"How Do I Know There Is a God?" You know what I love about writing? No one can interrupt me. As a kid, I had so much to say but was always cut off—misunderstood. People thought they’d heard enough… but later wished they’d let me finish. I meant well. I always did.In the early mornings in the woods drinking a hot cup of coffee, a man has tim