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self-portrait aged 16
NO FAILURE
when to the dangerous confines of my mind
i find myself enamoured of myself
so pleased with this or that encounter
stand poised for some glory or disaster
which must follow a grandiose delusion of my worth
i must with grim determination
look to my faults and send a truer version of the
whole
to the command center housed in my skull (military
intelligence)
then, when i superimpose the negative, now
developed,
i count the failures, glaring inconsistencies, and
shortcomings
i am disillusioned and free to sense the urgency to
use what little force i have
with little or no expectation of reward, i find myself
in a smaller place
and the scale of spheres of being beyond my ignorant
laziness astounds me
but i am encouraged to redouble efforts from the
heart and entreat god for the power to do some good.
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23 Sunday Sep 2007
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inwhy don't we all automatically know how to turn lead into gold? or why is alchemy so impossible. is it just an analogy for spirtual mastery?
THE EXUBERANT PALM
the exuberant palm
dares the wind to blow
her feathered fronds are bending
as if bliss could be a vision
or, in the calm expectant
loosely letting limbs languish
like actors' arms, gathers
power from the light
then when the howling winds
shake lashing leaves
the limit of endurance
and frowning branches snap
and fly and fall to a remnant
of their original selves
the palm stands humbly counting
fewer arms
and sucking deeply
from the soil
transforms a liquid intoxicant
the mother tree spews forth
fresh shoots to fan the laughing stars …
01 Tuesday May 2007
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the seeds of fear
there's insanity in being right all the time
there's insanity in ignoring truth
soft rose petals float from innocent mouths
collide with the sparse dark particles
splinters of evil have a headlong pace
every movement, every lie
becomes ridiculous in the real world.
i mind that the silence is shattered by metallic scrapings
noxious gases gather in layers of frightening colors
my opinion of precious beauty
may be the poison that corrodes gold
but wishing that those thorny daggers of error
are tricks of the light
and those fantastic chimeras which peaked our joy unexpectedly
and fed our wantonness were all a mist… no harm at all
are but the pains that seeds of fear will reap in times to come
just a little sketch oil painting inspired by the character "frodo" from the j.r.r. tolkein epic. …