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in my garden!
12.19.2011
12.17.2011
12.15.2011
I just want to find my way..., and hopefully not hurt anyone trying to get there... If only the road were this clear!
I just want to find my way..., and hopefully not hurt anyone trying to get there... If only the road were this clear!, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
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SUPERCELL ROTATIONS PT II: the beginning.
11.13.2011
10.01.2011
Llana de gracias....
"HAIL Mary FULL of GRACE...
take me in
.y.o.u.r. warm EMBRACE."
Take me where i need to be,
Only YOU can set me free.
I need an honest, loving guide,
With whom i can in faith abide.
Dearest Mother,
I need the shelter of your cover.
Perhaps a moment when my heart doesn't cry.
I hear that you're kind, & gentle & wise...
& We both know i cannot let my demon survive.
I've been -split- open
[disemboweled]
Ripped open inside.
My internal organs are now
chasms gaping wide.
"HAIL Mary FULL of GRACE:
Show me .h.o.w.
to leave this PLACE."
Can you show mercy to a dead dried-up soul?
You know I fought hard but I lost all control.
Dearest Patron of them all!
I have to answer my destiny-call.
I have this deal I made with fate,
And I am too many cycles late!
I have to meet an Santa Fe train,
He promised he could end my pain.
I want to go to the station so bad!
But I'm still
a coward,
pathetic
and sad.
Suicide, death, trains, train, Thinkings, inevitable, nohopeforthehopeless wastingspace, despression, suicidal, writing, poetry
9.18.2011
8.17.2011
For Those of Us ... You know who you are.
• • •.my.mind.is.a.trap.• • •
~ (.you.are.the.bate.) ~
What must this be like...?
8.08.2011
8.05.2011
8.02.2011
<b>Gravitational (Dis)order</b>
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living
7.04.2011
7.03.2011
The Toll of the Sea
“The garden knew she
loved him, for her
laughter stirred the
rose leaves.”
— The Toll of the Sea, No. 13
7.02.2011
6.28.2011
6.10.2011
5.15.2011
What To Do....
This is simply a Picasa test... I have neglected the site for years, and now I'm trying to raise it from the dead... I need the storage space.
5.12.2011
4.30.2011
4.28.2011
4.17.2011
4.13.2011
4.05.2011
The Siren.
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Clawing and scratching at the door,
fingers bleeding, chest heaving,
thoughts deceiving, interweaving,
choking on screams,
childhood dreams,
nothing here is as it seems.
Her head is tightly tucked between her knees,
telling herself
but none of this is Real,
but Real is all that she can see.
If she can't see them,
they can't see her...
A child's concrete confusion is her eternal conclusion,
her eventual escape is her personal delusion.
3.25.2011
3.23.2011
2.19.2011
2.18.2011
WTF?!? is coming out if this freakish tree?!
ONE MILLION DOLLARS to the person who can TELL ME what is wrong with this sad, yet freakishly creepy, possibly evil, tree...!
* payout subject to approval of the photographer, (which happens to be myself, so don't get your hopes up)! *
2.12.2011
o r d e r
Meditate upon the ray of light that pierces through a window on a sunny day-- and imagine how that ray exists engulfed within its source, the sun. So too, is the cosmos a nothingness absorbed within its Source, the Infinite Light.
Imagine the entire universe as a stream of conscious thought, and imagine how a single thought exists in its place of birth, a place before words, before things, where there is only One.
We created beings cannot perceive the Source with our flesh eyes, and so we see a world. But to the Source there is no being, no entity, only the Infinite Light
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