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Literature
Small Hours
Red is blue and blue is black, hearts on fire doused.
Smoke and mirrors telltale signs hidden from view.
Radical change as if no one can see behind the vail.
Winter storms appear in summers balmy breezes.
In the wee small hours at the darkest hour all illuminates.
The death of a thousand cuts is felt by all, we bleed in compromise.
Everyone knows, everyone sees but no one speaks to the heart.
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Desolation Alley by nefersguy Desolation Alley :iconnefersguy:nefersguy 0 0 Winter Sky by nefersguy Winter Sky :iconnefersguy:nefersguy 4 1 First Blood by nefersguy First Blood :iconnefersguy:nefersguy 5 5
Literature
Stillness
In the quite stillness of the deepest night, all alone.
We all know what we really are.
Contemplating feelings, reality to image.
A black dog visits and tends our wounds.
The just and unjust share the journey.
In contrasting steps we see the same end.
Normal becomes surreal, surreal becomes madness.
Madness acceptable, we lose the sanity.
In the stillness of deepest night.
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Severe White by nefersguy Severe White :iconnefersguy:nefersguy 3 10
Literature
Below the Surface
See what I see, see the battle that rages desperately.
Warfare on a different level by unseen things and unseen weapons.
Subtlety of the dominion as the battle ensues in the shadows.
Influence swirling around us in darkness and light.
Trepidation is the watchword of the gates.
Spirits dance seeking invasions below the surface.
All is not meaningless purpose in a world as this.
Armor needed of steadfast choices, guarding what's precious.
Scales fall to see the unknown entities in war for us.
Deception in words encompass the frail awareness.
A call to arms conquering the temptations of the hidden.
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Literature
Logarithm
Black dog racing to beat the promises made in the dark.
Trudging the way to the loneliness in the empty night. 
Snow falling lifeless echoing the shroud of cycle of words.
A single path of footprints tell the epic sojourn.
Lost in the misty avalanche of emotion collapsing.
Static airwaves of lost commotion in delicate freefall.
Flashing signals warning of the impending storm.
Watch the carnage unfold in the theater of one. 
Shame on the primrose one for the one that was done. 
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Literature
Torment of the Will
Fire from the sky of torment coordinated assault of the heart.
Fade to black in recoiled anticipation of what's to come.
Enduring the words that course the deceptions of meaning.
Fear blinds the lighted path, the rippers next victim.
Slashing and gashing till the will is broken asunder.
Counter intelligence has done its work piece by piece.
Flesh and bone, flesh and bone, no match for the mind.
Resistance aborts the onslaught of his will in Pavlov's dog.
Close the door on false hopes, torment by attrition prevails.
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Jenny Genes by nefersguy Jenny Genes :iconnefersguy:nefersguy 5 2 A Mothers Love by nefersguy A Mothers Love :iconnefersguy:nefersguy 6 6 Angels Exist by nefersguy Angels Exist :iconnefersguy:nefersguy 4 10 Hurry Dad! by nefersguy Hurry Dad! :iconnefersguy:nefersguy 3 2 Generations by nefersguy Generations :iconnefersguy:nefersguy 7 17 Portrait of a Son - B/W by nefersguy Portrait of a Son - B/W :iconnefersguy:nefersguy 6 7 Bloodline by nefersguy Bloodline :iconnefersguy:nefersguy 4 8

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About Some Men

Men who always have toothpicks in their mouths.... frequently chew on their glasses..... or wear Fedora's....are NOT... Modest, Intelligent or Humble. They're are just self absorbed pompous assholes!
A favorite saying of my uncle and the older I become the more true and wise this became.

Custom

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
          Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

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Fire from the sky of torment coordinated assault of the heart.
Fade to black in recoiled anticipation of what's to come.
Enduring the words that course the deceptions of meaning.
Fear blinds the lighted path, the rippers next victim.
Slashing and gashing till the will is broken asunder.
Counter intelligence has done its work piece by piece.
Flesh and bone, flesh and bone, no match for the mind.
Resistance aborts the onslaught of his will in Pavlov's dog.
Close the door on false hopes, torment by attrition prevails.
  • Eating: Toast
  • Eating: Toast
My thoughts penetrate my anxiety knifing thru butter.
Keeping the endless ship afloat on a sea of desperation.
Avoiding the reefs of destruction in fog and storms.
Waves crashing in perpetual motions against my bow.
Surviving the tempest I sense the deliverance.
Awaiting in breathless tension the destination of dreams.
I move I feel I breath I await the joining of my love.
  • Eating: Toast
See what I see, see the battle that rages desperately.
Warfare on a different level by unseen things and unseen weapons.
Subtlety of the dominion as the battle ensues in the shadows.
Influence swirling around us in darkness and light.
Trepidation is the watchword of the gates.
Spirits dance seeking invasions below the surface.
All is not meaningless purpose in a world as this.
Armor needed of steadfast choices, guarding what's precious.
Scales fall to see the unknown entities in war for us.
Deception in words encompass the frail awareness.
A call to arms conquering the temptations of the hidden.
In a shadow world living in a zone of in between.
Seeing out but no one seeing in, pale humanity is focused.
Never leaving and never coming back.
Faltering glimpses in faded vision seeking clarity.
Altering the course the false divining rod eclipsed.
The seven woes become the darkened street signs.
Satisfaction disappears in the wormhole of ignoring.
Rumblings of stumbling defining the objective living.
Ghosts prevail behind the soft words of intentions.

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Historian always, writer sometimes, photographer sometimes, raconteur most times and appreciator of most art forms except one.
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