there's an image of you in my mind
and it moves in the same pattern as the sun.

with each day of passing and departure,
the wait and this longing, only grows.

and it feels so sweet
to be bent at the knees.

the morning sun caught me sleeping. I awoke to find rays dancing everywhere as the curtains answered to small spits of wind. The weather feels exceptionaly gorgeous and the sky looks like it grew a bit over night, as all i can see is blue. Trees are flickering, and i'm beginning to wonder if their movement has any relation to the hum of passing ( Read more... )

From "In Contemplation of the Sword"

Dear God, who are the whole splendor of things and the sacred stars, but also the cruelty and greed, the treacheries And vileness,
insanities and filth and anguish: now that this thing comes near us again I am finding it hard To praise you with a whole heart. I know
what pain is, but pain can shine. I know what ( Read more... )

ON THE FAILURE OF ONE SMALL COMMUNITY IN ACHIEVING ITS OWN ILL-DEFINED DREAMS AND/OR GOALS...

AND WE WERE AN ARMY OF DEAD WOMEN AND MEN, SHUFFLING POINTLESSLY ACROSS AND THRU THIS
GLORIOUS NEW CENTURY RESTRAINING HARNESSES, BILLION-DOLLAR DEATH RAYS AND SUPERMAX
PENITENTIARIES, AND ITS GODDAMNED EVERMORE REFINED, IRRATIONAL, AND TERMINAL ECONOMIES ( Read more... )

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"There is something spectacularly beautiful about power, and scale, and those moments when we are reminded of our actual size in the face of the immensity around us."

Whatever a person frequently
    thinks and ponders upon
that is the inclination
   of his mind.

each thought rings
but the decay last only as long as i consider it.

why strive to be ( Read more... )

oh how i long to show you these colors.

                                                                 i surrendered
                                                                   my beliefs
                                                              and found myself
                                                              at the tree of life
                                     ( Read more... )

i recognize that cold wind
i remember wearing these jackets.
i missed these songs and how they make me feel.

i've found my self living in memories, and forgetting to breath.
i remember all the vivid colors that danced in my head and how warm i felt each night.
roadlines
coffee
the weightlessness
doodlling on napkins
wanting to paint everything
not relying ( Read more... )

i found my way back here, but i know i left something better back there.
this weekend and that drive, and our conversations, and the way they smiled and those eyes of hers. . .

i feel like a little kid.

i think Jon says it best though:

"Three moons we saw and a voice almost silenced by a collapsed lung we heard. Stories filled the air and moments ( Read more... )