This has been a creative period for me and I'm sure I wouldn't be
writing like this if it wasn't for dA . You guys push me to do better .
So,thanks.


Well...It's PointlessSullen arguments Hollow cheeked, vague responses So called victoriesWell...It's Pointless


inertiathe emblazoned firmament trancends the seainertia
reflected, still for a brief moment
golden in my eyes
musical murmers swell with the wind misting over me
i must pay tribute-
i should paint this! i should write a song!
but i don't move a muscle


Reading an Epic Novel A sometimes daunting embarkation, immersion, completely, in a world. What will you teach me in these thousand, or so, pages? As these characters, so compellingly drawn, live and die. Somebody once told me it was a selfish pursuit "... staring into the pages of a book, as life unfolds around you..." He glanced disdainfully at the large novel on my desk. I asked, though, "What is life? , but you yourself and your own understanding of it. So I seek, selfishly, some form of enlightenment. Teach me, DReading an Epic Novel


burning monki bathed in sacred rivers, my toes dugburning monk
into its muddy bed of clay and ashes
of the twice-born, released from the chains that once held me down as i was burned
in my own pyre.
widows once jumped onto the fire
of the burning corpses of their husbands,
monks once set themselves aflame to protest against persecution, and i too
am lit aflame in my own calm protest, dharma my fuel, nirvana my fire.


even god needs an editor.these subtle strings that some lonely god wove into souls andeven god needs an editor.
hearts, bones and blood--this is his swerving handwriting, curling across pages of skin and color.
i can see him now, bent over a long desk sweat collecting in beads along his brow, glittering in the ethereal candlelight, and he is


Quantu Unive Accumu Inte"Quantum Universal Accumulated Intelligence"Quantu Unive Accumu Inte
perhaps the theoretical QUAI would see us evolve to qualify.
perhaps they 'tweak' us onward, keep our progress moving forward.
perhaps we are 'mentored' our identity to be centered.
perhaps we disappoint...
llp - nov'09 - dA
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"final report - garden failure" on a planet, in a forest, by a gently flowing stream,
the colors may be alien but, what matters is our dream,
a dream of their survival in an elemental way,
the


cyborginessThe woman sighed heavily, wishing for a railing to lean against and settling for the shoulder of the man next to her. "Why did she have to do this?" she murmured to herself.cyborginess
Her companion didn't answer; she'd trained him well enough that he knew not to interrupt her musings-sorry, soliloquies. But he did roll his eyes and think to himself that if she had actually paid attention to something other than herself-admittedly, a frightful, dangerous, and possibly life-threatening concept-she would have noticed that her daughter-the 'she' to whom the woman had referred-had absolutely no talent in any of the artisti
| I am a single father of two boys,a musician,a writer,a blue collar worker. I love art of all kinds.My brother, Eric,is a painter,photographer, guitar player. We play in a band with our best friend ,Mike(bass).I'm interested in all cultures and I love to expand my horizons.Peace. |
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
Happy Halloween!
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"Give me smallest finger on man's hand. I'll produce information. Computer unnecessary." -Rorschach
"For if I reach behind your ear, it will not be a nickel I pull out, but your very soul!" -Dr. Orpheus
*RawEm0tion
You too! (I'm passing out candy right now)
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Everyone is a puppet--it's how tight the strings are tied that affects you.
You laugh because I'm different. I laugh because you're all the same.
A friend will bail you out of jail. A best friend will be sitting by you, saying, "Damn! That was fun."
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Everyone is a puppet--it's how tight the strings are tied that affects you.
You laugh because I'm different. I laugh because you're all the same.
A friend will bail you out of jail. A best friend will be sitting by you, saying, "Damn! That was fun."
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
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