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Amaranth in shivering dew
Purple marching over spring hills -
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She sat with the daffodils
In the soft meadow grass
Golden stars swaying
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Like the sky
His hands covered her -
If Only There Were More Apples
The narratives composing our lives are seldom static.
Events, at their most basic level, may be locked into a frame work approaching Truth, but all the things surrounding those events, preceding them, flowing from them are shockingly malleable.
Unknown, hidden bits of information may rise up, sometimes slowly, after long periods of germination, to ( Read more... ) -
Do The Work
Do the work of creating, building, sharing, giving.
You will get lost.
Do not get lost in yourself any more often than you must.
Lose yourself in creating, building, sharing, giving.
Do the work. -
The Storm of You
My gloom broke
On the arcing flash of her smile;
The way her laughter;
Sudden, surprising,
Springing up
to crash through me;
Shaking the shadows
From the eaves of my heavy brow. -
Stick A Pin In It
The Archons broke across the sky like shadows of blood, decimated by the War Child and his legions from the Quiditas. -
Better Than New Years?
"... I am practicing my purpose once again"
- All Will Be Well - The Gabe Dixon Band
Not today, of course. That would be silly.
I'll start again tomorrow. -
On The Hook
He found it easier to leave the hooks in than fight the deep, angry barbs and tear them out.
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"He who fights with meaning should look to it that he himself does not become meaning. And if you gaze long into your navel, your navel also gazes into you.
A grotesque, one eyed gaze, full of apathy and lint."
- Freddie Kneecheese, 'Beyond Gouda and Edam'