Just thought the world should know.


The Slumbering WomanSing quietly, Cathedral, for this was a darkness that sucked out the light and in spewing it back out again it fell like sinking stars in gaseous dark.The Slumbering Woman
This is the false mountain, and sometimes it rains here-- sometimes. The sacredness of caring keeps me up at night-- listening.
O tear me apart with beauty! and out of the lost fractals of my being grow diamonds and ram's horns. My heart is aching. D
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on our ownsometimes I miss the sound of heatdrunken cicadas whispering in the trees when we are deep among the wood and grain and amber blocks silently here our dreams become reflections of our days, the restless and incoherent minuteson our own
spent in stiffness like a little death, at once both alive and stilled its august again sometimes trees bend in the dark under the weight of the wind sometimes the air sizzles with light and joins with the earth and then sometimes I sit on the porch and listen


the empty medallionswordless grasses above a silent sea of night-entangled time a poem has grown wordless where a love of stone, old and mute climbs ledges above a silent doorway palpable as a maple moon an empty sea leaves a mind motionless in history and a winter of lights releases globed memory-silent and dumb and sleeve-worn casements equal time for true leaves should light the empty medallions and two old trees be as a doorwaythe empty medallions
| I'm primarily a musician. I like writing, but I don't do it that often. Same with other kinds of art. Thus this thing doesn't get updated all that often. I'm usually too busy teaching or going to school. |
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everyone needs a bit of lincoln-on-lincoln action every now and again
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Do What You Love.
Love What You Do.
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Oh plz. Who do you think invented the dark side?
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I'd Do me.
YOU wanna do me? [link]
thanks for adding my pic as a fave
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