Welcome!
With the exception of the eagle photograph and member's badge,
all artwork on this page is of my own making.
Getting to know me getting to know you:
It started as a great calamity and of all that I had ever known, loved, I am uncertain what remains. I traveled as an embryo out of necessity over an expanse of time to be born of an earthen mother; mid class America. Unassuming and thus un-assumed of the great expectations I hold sacred; I learned how to love amid short demand and have since grown - or withered - accustom to the prevalence of violence and selfishness, though I will never understand either.
In time I left my new home far less dramatically than that of the universal origins expanding. I had become a man with a future stifled by silence struggling to ascertain past’s answers. And so, I wondered as if in revival of some modern day bard; only I didn't tell stories - I listened. Everywhere people revealed themselves, threads in a plaid patchwork of humanity. I witnessed murder; so too, have I stood in awe of birth, felt joy within laughter of simple happiness, viewed true sacrifice that gave me hope and was caressed by evil. I took within my life force, sacred, all that was offered by this world to me and the truth is as plain as an iridescent rainbow spreading across an oil slick: It can be very beautiful but there is something dreadfully wrong with this place. It's dying.
Now I write riddles hoping just once some fool will have the foresight to exclude the human race when he ponders such questions as intelligent life out there.
```````` ~~~~ If the phoenix bird can fly then so can I ~~~ ``````````~~~~~~ ~~
Elton John
"If my poetry aims to achieve anything,
it's to deliver people
from the limited ways
in which they see and feel."
- Jim Morrison
I write:
what is real, what is not,
what has been and never will be,
what should and should not be.
I write what is trapped,
searching for a voice within my heart;
but never so simply
that the heartless might understand.
I write and you read
that my moment of eternity
might not be spent alone.

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“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters
of life’s longing for itself.
They come through but not from you,
and though they are with you
they belong not to you.
You may give them your love
but not your thoughts,
for they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies
but not their souls,
for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward
nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bow from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of infinite,
and he bends you with His might
that His arrow may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
for even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves the bow that is stable. ”
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
My archer is destiny
and I do so love my arrow!

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, and quote is "~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ A painter's vision is not a lens, it trembles to caress the light. ~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~". - I am a 44 year old man from Massachusetts (United States)
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(119)- I am in the groups Ink Angels Contributing members, Poets With Feathers, The Blue Lamp Post
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107 lines, 24 comments, May 27. In Noguest
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there is a pin prick of light
demanding attention87 lines, 29 comments, November 15, 2008
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Born that pavement might move beneath my feet;
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Jesann on September 13Just dropped in to say "HI" !!!!
You've made a few changes to your profile page...looking great...Fantastic artwork..love it !!
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Falling Grace on August 27I have just read your page and loved every second of doing so. Just lovely
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Pamela A Lamppa on August 12
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PianoMan on July 2Ok I have to ask. Is that picture of the bird and fox a real picture?? And did you take the picture or did someone else?? And idk if you know or not but WHERE WAS THAT HUGE BIRD?!?! Lol. I'm sorry. That's a lot of questions but, WOW that is one big bird. Lol.


