Ah now on to the missing, of what we perceive;
A story was told of a Diner to see, with Jesus to right for
everyone to see,
Of who is she to thy left of thee, what honored be deceived of
thee.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Folklore, legend and myths;
Folklore, legend and myths;
And of Lilith?
Lilith, scorned and rejected by both man and god of where do
you walk? Lurking in deserted places; Condemned yet not Dammed. Of thy stories
do the Mothers wail!
Better for man to worship salt, knowing too little, like
using too much will cause pearl.
Alas for we missed the first lesson, your beauty can be
pure, yet your character can be rejected.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Apprentice
Photography and writing are a media of art. A craft in which
I am but an apprentice, a smith in learning, how to captivate a moment, a thing
of pause for those who choose to perceive an art.
Sorry for my plunder, Alas a apprentice.
A simple truth.
To a soul a simple truth, when you set there knowing the end
there, your thoughts will be of what you gave, that is why we are hear, the
story of man, your story.
How shall we remember, of what shall we talk, this it not.
Now shall we return to a concept of God? Or shall I set in
solitude of a moment, a pause to wonder what I gave.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Let me be me
Alas I am handicapped by the left side of my brain.
The Coin of life;
Life can be described as if life is like a coin, the sides of the coin can explain how I wish to be seen, what others see, and the thin reality.
I can put efforts into what I wish others would see, the person, the man, the father, the artist, these efforts are still only what I wish, but that wish is what I hold as myself.
Others will only see that which they are looking for, that description can be as chiseled as that of what “I wish”. It is that which they “seek”, totally personal to each as they look.
The thin reality, is the thin side of common ground between “the wish” and “the seek”. It is set with folly and expectations, the fears, and the dreams play equally in the hammering of the thinness. Yet it is the only part of the life, “the coin” I value for it is the only thing I really share.
Alas, My folly in this is I am neither the giant of my dreams, nor the dwarf of my fears. Neither can I be for another.
I will present to another only the things of myself, I feel safe in explaining, the rest shall be kept with me.
May you all find what you seek, if you seek comfort then find comfort, if you seek God let there be God.
The Coin of life;
Life can be described as if life is like a coin, the sides of the coin can explain how I wish to be seen, what others see, and the thin reality.
I can put efforts into what I wish others would see, the person, the man, the father, the artist, these efforts are still only what I wish, but that wish is what I hold as myself.
Others will only see that which they are looking for, that description can be as chiseled as that of what “I wish”. It is that which they “seek”, totally personal to each as they look.
The thin reality, is the thin side of common ground between “the wish” and “the seek”. It is set with folly and expectations, the fears, and the dreams play equally in the hammering of the thinness. Yet it is the only part of the life, “the coin” I value for it is the only thing I really share.
Alas, My folly in this is I am neither the giant of my dreams, nor the dwarf of my fears. Neither can I be for another.
I will present to another only the things of myself, I feel safe in explaining, the rest shall be kept with me.
May you all find what you seek, if you seek comfort then find comfort, if you seek God let there be God.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Dawn of a new day
Dawn of a new day
As the sun slowly raises upon this new day, we look not to yesterday nor yester year, instead we gaze upon the world like the sunrays that falls ever so lightly upon soft subtle pedal of a rose peering only for our journey to begin.
Like the dew of yesterday’s knowledge, and the nutrients of our character, we stretch our deeds making them lie together as boarders of our paths, we bring with us our friends family and loves and set out for our journeys end.
Long will our walk be. Our paths may hopefully be level for a while, uneven shall our pride and egos make each day, surely we shall stumble on the dust of our actions and words. Taking only our courage, we brush away our failures, our mistakes; we quiet the noise of our fear with the humbling affects of our journeys sounds.
We reach forth to achieve a dream, blinded only by yesterday, we grab our desire add in our determination, pausing only to look for a moment of where we have been. We peer at our struggles like roots in the ground; we free ourselves of them only when they are found.
We take our emotions and hammer them with our craft, until they appear in enchanted and dear or demented with fear. We bring it all to bare as we display the silhouette of our passions unbridled fair, for today like a Childs first breath of air we start our journey all over again.
As the sun slowly raises upon this new day, we look not to yesterday nor yester year, instead we gaze upon the world like the sunrays that falls ever so lightly upon soft subtle pedal of a rose peering only for our journey to begin.
Like the dew of yesterday’s knowledge, and the nutrients of our character, we stretch our deeds making them lie together as boarders of our paths, we bring with us our friends family and loves and set out for our journeys end.
Long will our walk be. Our paths may hopefully be level for a while, uneven shall our pride and egos make each day, surely we shall stumble on the dust of our actions and words. Taking only our courage, we brush away our failures, our mistakes; we quiet the noise of our fear with the humbling affects of our journeys sounds.
We reach forth to achieve a dream, blinded only by yesterday, we grab our desire add in our determination, pausing only to look for a moment of where we have been. We peer at our struggles like roots in the ground; we free ourselves of them only when they are found.
We take our emotions and hammer them with our craft, until they appear in enchanted and dear or demented with fear. We bring it all to bare as we display the silhouette of our passions unbridled fair, for today like a Childs first breath of air we start our journey all over again.
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