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Spirit Ninja [09 Aug 2008|05:27am] There’s nothing like working on ones drunken ninja skills,... While in search of a snack, I successfully transversed a full fight of stairs in a daring leap of death, no hidden enemy revealed, other that a starving and desperate mosquito who mistook my stealthy sprawl on the landing as a weak moment,... she learned her mistake when I crushed her with a deadly karate chop from the flat of my hand, leaping up in readiness for more such attacks I toppled backwards down the next set of steps, which put me in the perfect position for one of those ninja type naps, which many would mistake for being dazed by slamming ones head into the bottom newel post, all clever subterfuge. Regaining an upright posture I slipped quietly into the shadows as I knocked over a pile of books in a diversionary clatter and tripped over the broom which I savagely subdued with some well placed derogatory muttering,... unable to locate the light switch I employed my superior ninja night sense and sought out my target,... the barrier thrown up as protection was no use as I swung the cupboard door into my face and reeled into action grappling with an elusive half bag of Oreos. My mission almost complete I groped about until I was almost blinded by a flash of brilliant light , in a sweeping play of skill I snatched the next victim from the refrigerator door and made good my escape, slamming the door in the face of the eye scorching nemesis,... assuming a comfortable lookout post in the center of the kitchen floor, I assessed my victory and in turn wolfed down the cookies and chugged milk from the bottle,... as a comfortable cloud enveloped me I passed out into a meditative state,.. never giving a second thought to my next challenge, confronting the looming hangover that waited for me in the misty gray dawn,... post comment

the flock [26 Jul 2008|10:06am] phlox Soul rolling darkness rising thunderhead a million piercing lances of light striking spirit fire in the perpetual night a mantle of desire ensconcing cloak of I filter and sublimate rainbow patterns and ebon nebulous descry formulate prescript’s place an essence alone ego’s crystal weal underwrite the presence beyond our grasp hubris enacted enfranchised in a metaphoric dance walk the labyrinth wainscoted with promise feast upon fugacious fare divinity’s promise laid in wait there never to know beyond autarchic augury truth but a veil of probability shield and disguise images passing through the lens of life post comment

ringing in summer [14 Jul 2008|08:29am] (Campanula) post comment

Lost hours [30 Jun 2008|06:24am] She sat amongst the seaside rubble feeling the itch of her existence crawl across her consciousness like the dark clouds that reached out from the horizon, her mood matching the flashing fingers of heat lightning that traced paths in the creeping darkness,... she was glad to be alone at this moment, away from the chatter of the others, the communion with the dusky shadows let her forget for the moment her ties to humanity and the mess that was left behind in an orgy of entitlement and greed. The beauty of the suns last caress upon the ripples of the ever shifting waters healed like a magic elixir, quietly and with direct efficiency of a balm meant for her every malady,.. The subtle skitter of the ever present rats as they hunted the night roaming creepers were no distraction, here in the open she was still inviolable, so she ignored them, they would not bother her even in their curiosity, her natural smell would turn them as surely as the musk of the large cats that roamed the compound as companion and sentry Setting in the aura of her calm contemplation she almost missed the ripple and shimmer of the subtle wake of a slow moving vessel stealthily approaching the seaside cliffs of the compound, the waters there of little use to any save those exploring the subtle glow that emanated from the crystal block of the solarium in the dark of the night,... A signal that there was power there for any bold enough to try and claim it as their own, and there were foolish dreamers still who over estimated their potential in the acquisition of such a prize, It never ends , she thought with a sigh,... Sadly, humanity still was driven by the notion that overt might was a means to any end,.. and though for the most part the lesson had been brought home that her kind were to be left alone, even by the scattered forces of paramilitary that played small government games in overt efforts to emulate the behemoth organizations that had wrought the chaos that plagued the land now,... Predictably every one invoking some charter that empowered them to act as the provost of god and country. Standing for a better view, she calculated that it would be an hour before the medium sized boat made the rough landing on the scree that lay at the foot of the almost impassable face the complex turned to her precious sea,.. Perhaps forty men, she thought, soon to be food for the crabs and gulls come dawn,.. foolishness had a harsh price with her kind ,... "serves them right", she mumbled resenting the violation the appearance created to her bit of solitude,.. Flexing her arches she willed the coalescence of the levitating pads that lifted her in what appeared a slow motion dancers leap that carried her a couple meters above the debris that had served as her shelter, invoking her wings she flexed and pushed against the damp night air,... building speed she streaked past the offending intruder close enough so she heard the shocked intake of the night watch,,, Describing a graceful parabola she crested the cliffs and made for the upper entrance to the complex,,,, Seeing several of the cats moving in the gardens that graced the cliff top, she made a deep purring sound in her throat in greeting to her stealthy friends as she landed,... Absorbing her wings and pads she momentarily marveled at the minuscule entities that were an integral part of her makeup, they empowered and vitalized her, life, yet not,... "Nano" the creator had called them, to her they were life blood. As she walked through the door she felt the pulse of the complex surge through her, there was purpose here, the looming mural of a rich green earth surrounding an idealized Gaia in placid repose to her left only spoke of what they were meant to replace,.. As she approached the lodge she called out in mind-speak of the approaching intruders and was met with a mixture of bemusement and annoyance from different quarters with a bit of wry humor at the prospect of a distraction,... Deciding she preferred to let others deal with the situation, since it was minor, she turned and went to the elevators that would carry her down to the labs, she had real work to do. post comment

sketch [03 Jun 2008|12:00am] Captive, but not cowed post comment

sketch [19 May 2008|12:04pm] post comment

Harbinger [06 May 2008|07:36am] post comment

Like the rumble of distant thunder [22 Apr 2008|10:08am] I haven’t had an epiphany since I was eight, and that instance in hindsight I attribute to the tunnel vision of the wishful thinker. Most of my life I have known the crux of any given question, the process was more of resolution rather than revelation, things like the doubts and gut level intuition of any given situation being held in reserve until supporting data tipped the balance, even though resolved as often expected, there is always the probability for the exception. Desire will often cloud and constrain ones view and often evidence to the contrary will be ignored, in many aspects of life,... Things like fear and hope can easily place blinders on ones periphery, how often has the prospect of love loomed before us and we become lost to the dazzle of it missing the obvious clues that would expose that what in the guise of love, was really but an act of ego. Many things pass before us and not every mistaken vision is malicious in intent, because it seems with the human condition confusion is the norm ,... Many a drifting spirit will seek handholds to keep them from being swept from that which they hold dear, but life’s currents run deep and strong, few can disregard it’s pull, even though there are those who create the anchor of illusion to convince themselves that they have accomplished that very task. The choices we make in the way we deal with any particular castle dissolving into the mist are as individual as the witness,... Anger denial, and other distractions give the time to scrabble for new footholds that allow the journey to continue, because the other option is demise, and that is seldom viewed as an option,... forge ahead, perhaps even bearing the broken debris of the past which are carried forward in an unrepentant resolve to hold on to the work of the past, and in defense of this sometimes the odd bits that seem useless to others could very well become the means to the next summit. For me I embrace the current and hold no vision to it’s purpose or objective,... The flotsam and jetsam of past loves and endeavors travel with me,... I embraced the chaos of this river long ago, and whether it carries me to a greater sea, or dumps into an endless abyss matters not,... The imminent before me will color the light of my days like the reflected light from a brilliant flower,... Like the doppler shift from distant stars, outline the darkness of the shadows of night, I will take that which is available and bask in it’s treasure. Fear and avarice are banished from me, for in them I have beheld the weight that draws one to the bottom of the rift, the current still flows, but the sharp edges of random obstacles threaten every passing tide. That all answers are before me I duly distrust, for in the realm of learning the one evident truth is that the more one knows the more unknown is yet revealed. post comment

throne of chaos [08 Apr 2008|10:21am] from an earlier sketch post comment

Infinity Perspective [29 Mar 2008|12:54pm] I've never found a knot i couldn't untie,... Be that as it may,... Not every knot is worth the effort post comment

The edge of time [28 Mar 2008|10:16am] Affectation effuses time manifest clouds to rule the mind fear and pain feed the hunger on the brink of flight trepidity lingers The salt of tears clear my eye my spirit soars the eternal sky the rhythm of life animates my drive for passion and beauty I remain alive post comment

Reaching [25 Mar 2008|07:33am] Seeking form Aching in growths command Fullness of time The true grace post comment

Adrenaline [22 Mar 2008|09:48am] The sun is out, it was supposed to be rainy and gray,.. My heart is still rushing and my ears ring,.. almost an hour of driving speakers from the guitar amp still pulse in my veins. A moment of life when things are at their peak. Like the crack of thunder in the forest when trapped out in a raging summer rain. The roar of a barroom brawl when you know that you’ll be one of the last standing. The vista of the climb as you are driving yourself deep into the soft vessel of a lover and the distinct hyper-venting of her peak feeds your own arc of passion The rush of life, the sounds, smells and vision that makes life more than surviving. Life, like the muse feeding the creative beast,.... post comment

yet another project [21 Mar 2008|03:02pm] This is an antique "Larkin" desk 1910-30 era,.. no markings,... Really it's surprising it hasn't fallen to pieces it's moisture/exposure damaged so bad, but it's all there save for the bottom back panel, ( and guess what?- i happen to have a piece of that laminate panel board big enough to fix that,..:) It's finish is trash and all the glue joints, (what few there are, this was an "economy" piece of furniture,... nails, and minimum glue/tenons) but the escutcheons are intact and the lock works, (now that i made a key for it) It's warped and in need of much TLC, but i got it for a third to a eighth its market worth in comparison to what i've found out there,(once it's 100% of course) The wood is all solid even though warped in places, (not so bad i can't restore it though),... i originally picked it up for a friend that had said they wanted a "secretary" to keep bills and such in,.. but as my luck goes, the bulk of the wood in their place is cherry mahogany and they rejected the "Oak" as unlikely to fit in,. so i'm stuck with it,. I'm not a fan of the "golden " oak that most refinishers will put on this kind of furniture, i haven't decided on a color,.. we'll see, it's not a priority project, save to keep it from degrading any more,... These pictures are lightened to show the detail of the wood work, in real life the color is more chocolate,..o.o post comment

The mists of freedom [16 Mar 2008|12:00pm] Full accountability for our choices, is the only true freedom Even slavery, be it of the mind, spirit , or heart, is but a choice, if it is purely of the ego, that some would call the soul,... for to blindly answer to none transcends it to a pure commitment. If it is not driven by fear or false security it is the clearest form of encumbrance that weighs naught. To hand the reigns of our path to another is to carry their load in addition to our own, I see potential for only a blind joy in the weakness of the beast of burden. Of course that path is also a choice but it becomes soiled with incrimination and blame. I know my path. even though the destination is an unknown, I alone chart the travel post comment

figure study [14 Mar 2008|07:15pm] kinda plastic and perhaps too pretty but i need to get some practice drawing males,..o.o post comment

simple observation [14 Mar 2008|08:24am] So, the new Overlords of LJland have in a cocked hat told LJers to bend over and take it the way it's given,.. Even the precious Brad has been negated,.. . . . . and they like it when you squeal,...o.o Not news to me, but my overall observation about the world in general is not to expect too much anyway,... i work in the realms i can with the control i'm able to manifest, everything else is the chaos from which to draw. post comment

Consumed [09 Mar 2008|08:56am] Stretching Wings of radiant light Power Desire Drawn in a breath The soaring passion of flight ~ To embrace the sun Chance to try Glory Fusion Victory dance Fulfillment’s cry ~ What is sanctuary Hide from the light Promise unfilled Ripe bounty abeyant Dying embers In the crystal night ~ To huddle in harbor To never know How far How high Obtusely blissful Heart released Passion can flow ~ Demise immanent Safety a veil On wings Or ashes Truly free The winds we sail post comment

Pause [23 Feb 2008|08:08am] post comment

Dominance [17 Feb 2008|02:34pm] I’ve always been attracted to powerful women,... Power manifests in many ways, and is often as individual as the person from whence it emanates, but the true measure was how deep and true the force runs, for many it’s a facade they have developed to deal with the world at large and often covers some raging insecurities or self-doubts,.. Power isn’t necessarily displayed as an external trait, I have known many quiet seemingly unimposing women who radiated a aura of dominance and strength. Real dominance is something that comes from the core and tends to broadcast to those who are attuned to it, like the radiance of the sun, it has aspects that are lost to any who can’t detect and identify it,... this of course precursors the skill to deal with it. It’s not as clean cut as being "dom" or "sub" because for the most part few people are that clearly defined and one who thinks themselves a certain way can find themselves in a situation that turns the table on their whole perspective,... For good or bad it tends to be a lesson. The real test is when you find yourself in that altered state and are still filled with the urge to move forward,.. Change that you turn to growth is real power 1 comment|post comment

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