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Story Of The Footloose

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love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes

Dear Friend of my Heart, as my chest rises and falls in the company of the forest song, I am … More

freedom, guitar, letter, love, music, nature, photography, poet, poetry

old man winter

Dear friend of my heart, It has mostly been euphoric the past few months. It seems, however, that things are … More

existential, freedom, letter, nature, nietzsche, photography, winter, writing

Down

In thought and in death, aspirations drop and sink. Downwards. Oh the weight of azure sky that rests on my … More

death, freedom, life, nature, photography, poetry, thought, writing

The World and Fantasy

Gathering a poem that spurt out with a gentle strumming of nylon strings, I find myself, leaning against the wall, … More

art, fantasy, freedom, guitar, lyric, music, poetry, song

Ecstatic

I have been disciplining my fingers for the longest time to suit your methods. My fingers have been following the … More

art, ecstacy, freedom, life, passion, photoart, poetry, writing

Dream, Scream, etc.

Is it not strange to feel something so strongly that it consumes everything from your drunkenness to your dreams. I … More

dream, fiction, fragment, freedom, nightmare, scream, suspicion, writing

My Heavy Heavy Friend

Where would you find me, if not lying curled up and small beside the book of your wild poetry… night … More

beauty, dark, desire, freedom, night, photography, poetry, truth, writing

Effortless

…effortlessness is the supreme virtue, she sung, enclosing all my endeavors in a bundle of refuse. I wanted to know … More

art, digital art, evening, freedom, night, poetry, song, writing

Storm Dancer

The insides were warm with familiarity of the most profane kind. Going outside never seemed right. Going outside never felt … More

freedom, nature, photography, poetry, silence, story, wild, writing

Impressions of Evening’s Arrest

Who arrested the evening? Even in custody she glows Their motion towards clarity Like roots holding on tightly But then … More

art, evening, freedom, nature, patterns, photography, poetry

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