Outtakes

I found this poem in my files.

Enjoy the magick.

Heart

Ember left to smolder within my broken heart your eternal flame still carries on…

Burning forever and always amongst the darkness, the shadows of my aching soul.

Darkness has overtaken me.

The insanity.

Your light still shines through .

Burning softly within.

Keeping me warm, keeping me safe.

From that of my tortured mind…

Am I blind?

No I can see… I can see more clearly than ever before, even though you are gone.

Never to be seen again.

Your soul stolen by god… who the fuck does he think he is.

Selfishly I curse him for you belonged to me.

And I to you.

Just us two…

Now I sit alone.

You are everywhere.

I feel you burning within my chest.

Tired… so tired, we both must rest.

You curse me.

Haunting my dreams.

There is no escaping your ghost.

Your ember left to smolder.

My world… grows colder.

Our love will burn for eternity.

Our souls intertwined for infinity.

Your flame.

My shame.

Am I insane?

Rage.

Love.

Hate.

Emotions run through my soul.

My mind pays the toll…

I light a candle in your memory. A flame that is left to dance within my shatter heart of glass

Destroyed by time, stolen by god!

I curse his name; I curse such a god…

My love for you will burn forever on.

Time carries on

Life must go on

Can I move on?

I must move on.

Rage.

Love.

Hate.

These emotions I emanate.

You incinerate… me.

The burning within my chest had come to a rest one last test…of strength.

I blow out the flame.

Such pain.

So much pain…

I know the remorse will subside.

The pain of the flame.

The ember.

Remember…

Why must I remember?

Thump… thump… beating of the heart.

Remember the hate.

Remember the love.

Remember the pain.

Remember the flame.

I remember it all…

River of Cosmos

River of Cosmos

Colors bloom before the eyes, eroded by time.

Fabricated memories of illusion paint pictures of beauty.

Drifting down the rivers of the past.

Treasured moments.

Lost treasures.

Painted silhouettes of vibration of auras.

Bloom forth imagination where once there was vacancy.

Spirals of cosmic mystery unravel thought.

Treasured moments.

Moments remembered.


New Years: Day Walk

Happy New Year!

Time to reflect on my goals for this beautiful 2019! What better way to do so then with a nature walk.

I find the vines and ivy hanging off of these trees to be the definition of magick.

 Below is a picture of a wasp nest in the dormant stage!

I had so much fun taking these pictures! This beautiful trail is riddled with artwork which somehow adds to its distinctiveness.

Around the corner from my house there is a creek and it's very magickal not just because of the nature but because of the art.

Color me grey

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The word

Bird

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Wrightsville Beach: Evening Adventure

 

 

 

Between the Grey

Lies

Shadow and Light

 

 

Adventure in the Durham

Art is Everywhere

Dirty Durham: Tourists

Hole in the Wall

View of the Durham

West Point on the Eno: Watermill

West Point on the Eno: Watermill II

West Point on the Eno: Watermill III

Walk in the Woods

Walk in the Woods II

Walk in the Woods III

Talking to the Trees

Talking to the Trees II

Cabin in the Woods

Cabin in the Woods II

Cabin in the Woods III

Signs

Signs II

Signs III

Left Behind: Trash Art

RIVERSIDE

RIVERSIDE II

RIVERSIDE III

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