Hello there...
Current mood: busy

Hello.. it has been a while since I have been here and actually written something.  Well not much new except the art keeps flowing.  Looks like I will be out of action for a while.. dam back..  OUCH! well im not here to gripe just to waste a few moments of your time. By for now and Blessed Be!

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setting sun
Current mood: drained

I walk toward the setting sun in A new
direction. The smokey shroud
of my Jaded wall is clearing.
Becoming transparent, slowly the
cracks and weakness' give way
to new sight.
The end of A day.
The start of a new night.

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Dark Blue
Current mood: depressed

I am here in the dark blue.
Silence has befalen me .
Within it's shades I can not tell
if it is day or night.
Reflecting as rays through cloudy glass,
blurring my sight.
Reflections pass by like shadows in the mirror.
Making no sound. None  I can hear.
So in the dark blue I'll sit for a while.
I'll think,and wonder and wait for a smile.
I think with A smile everything will
come clear.
I think with A smile i'll see day from night.
I think mabey with A smile
it will be alright.

But in Dark Blue ill sit for a while.

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Truth and thought..
Current mood: contemplative

Truth has finally begun to damage the walls we have hid behind for so long.
Terafing Visions coming clearer.
We are the witness' of A new age.
As A blind eye turns toward an uncertain future, and reliance depends on what others can do for.

Not what we can do for eachother.

While our own abilitys to survive are
put in the hands of  electric false idols.
Faltering and failing, imaginary promice
takes it's hold, then satisfaction.
Momentarily.
Fear is the crutch that brings the craving
for more. It chains us and turns us to plastic.
Building the walls ever higher.
But we can not hide from what we see in the mirror.
Though terrable at A glance.
Imaginary promice will allways make for A certainly bleak outcome.
Electric idols will someday turn off.
Truth will stand chained in fear, staring into it's own reflection.
Until it finds it's self in thought.

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Altitude?
Current mood: exhausted

Finally my weekend is here..
Gona go to the top of the hill
and play in the wilder places.
Reflect,  think and take it
all in.
mabey a few pics. too.
And try to
Remind myself.
 If it's not
the Altitude,
 It must be the Attitude.
or something like that.
.Gone Hiking.

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Shelf
Current mood: melancholy

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short
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Journey within the spirits eye's.

Chaine to the world. Waiting and still waching.
Learning and Listinening. Standing in limbo on the edge of creation and destruction. Reaching upward from the roots of being, seeing light in the chaos and fires of life.  Existing within a small thumbnail of A self portrait.
Blessed Be!!!
 

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it's Snowing..
Current mood: sleepy

What A boring couple of days.
Same hamsters running on the same weels.
Going in the same directions as they did
the day before I think.
It was till tonight. Eyes cold and restless.
Taking on a Purple shade in the darkness.
Silent and unforgiving. Hungry
 eyes silently fixing their
gaze.
Waiting and waching, as cat's prowl.
To feast upon hamster fur.
Waiting for the weels to break,
and the chase to begin.
Safety is gone, or was it an
illusion all the time.
Were we the cat or the hamster,
or does it even mater.

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new..
Current mood: weird

K.. So there I am.
New print from old scripts.
Retire the old idea and resign to change.
And surely some refinement.


Well early spring cleaning of the old,
art does good. As I go through the files,
I find more that I have put away and forgotten.
More new ideas.
Any way the morning  will be here soon, and the night is cold.
So from Here to There and Somewhere
Inbetween.
Untill then......

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old
Current mood: contemplative

Thinking of old  and thinking of somethings that
are new.
Old art, new art, old places and new.
People change with the seasons.
Ideas transform, and plalns are allways
subject to the way the winds blow.
Night into day and day to night.
As they bleed together, and time slowly
 looses it's rellevence.
Sail on the winds wings, in  their
swirling  ways.
Understand how they change the days.
Old art and new.
I think I'll think whats next to do.

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