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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

A DREAM OF WHISPERS



The glow of candles
Descend into the darkness
Beginning the journey to dawn
{{{come to me}}}
The shadows of trees
Rise toward Luna
Yearning to touch the stars
{{{take my hand}}}
The essence of beauty
Adrift before me
Reaching to lead me through
{{{walk with me}}}
The promise of tomorrow
Settles in my soul
Lighting hope’s beacon.
{{{kiss me gentle}}}
The touch of flesh
Stirs forgotten dreams
Releasing love’s whisper.
{{{dance my love}}}
The hint of Sol
Calms the passion
Turning and returning.

© Nov 29, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

REGRETS

Concentric circles of regret reach out as leaves fall like letters of love never written and come to rest in the pool of tears cried over second thoughts. 

NOTE: photo is a random internet find
 

Monday, November 26, 2012

THE DAWN BROUGHT FAVOR





Attempting to write of your beauty,
I gaze upon your elegance…
Your silent whispers and smile,
set aglow by the light of the moon.
I find myself stealing summer winds from your hair,
to offer the breath of life to my words.
As the sparkle of starlight from your eyes
illuminates the beckoning parchment,
I prepare the sacred transference
from inkwell to immortal script.
The tears of endless passions are collected
and mixed with pigments of dreams.
Infused with the blood of thought
to add the magic to my words
Subtle prayers cast to the open skies;
“Oh Great Creator I ask
for an eternity with her in my heart.
Let me never lose sight
of my source of inspiration?”
The dawn brought favor
with but a gentle kiss.

© Nov 26, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

Sunday, November 25, 2012

An offering of Hope...

For all those hiding in the shadows and embracing specters of doubt; I offer a threshold, so to speak, into the realm of spirituality and faith. I do not speak of the god that has been twisted and corrupted by secular and spiritual ideological fanatics. I do not infer that there in only my interpretation of a god. All faiths are bases on the foundation of love. Love is the primary and repeated com
mand in all faiths. Each faith has a god. Each faith call him by different names. Each faith and culture speaks a different language. So, is it possible that our understanding and representations will differ slightly? Any person of the slightest of wisdom will agree with this. It is fact and has been proven time and again. So, I say we all rest and embrace peace and love and listen to Blaise Pascal, "Why not believe in God? If you believe and you turn out to be wrong, you haven't lost anything. But if you don't believe and you turn out to be wrong, you lose everything. Isn't believing the safer bet?"

I AM ALIVE


The world fell out of focus
Colors faded away
I looked for the promise of rain
But clouds got it the way
I sat a moment to reflect
Found years had passed me by
The cloak of sadness dulled me
Lost me deep in time…


{{{ticking of time}}}


I chanced a gaze at Heaven
There stood a sunny sky
I shrug the shroud of torment
“I am alive!” I cry!
The journey to inner reason
Seldom has perfect rhyme
The mountain leads to freedom
Dunes of sand a waste of time

My past is my prison!
But my future is my liberator!

© Nov 25, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

Notes~ I know it is simple, but I am giving my mind a break from deep thought for a moment...returning to elementary tactics...ahhhh...

NOTE: photo courtesy of PL

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Memories of sand...

I used to imagine a beautiful lady dancing in the sand. Her colorful fabrics and hair blowing in the wind; elegance set aglow by the sun and moon. Hypnotic melodies from long lost masters touch my ears, painting the air with the harmonic sounds of dreams.
The childhood illusion has given way to reality, but the lady dances in lit halls of ivory before crowds instead of Sultans. Starlight has become spotlight and hints of music now orchestral. But through all the changes in time and space, her exotic intoxication remains.
I need not 1001 nights, but a single moment to embrace fate, and brush her lips with mine.

My Tyrian queen adorned in silk,
sways to the desert world.
Shimmers in the sun’s eye
like the rarest of gems.
Her little smiles and whispered affections,
like nectar of the gods.
They put thunder in my blood,
and a challenge in my soul.
There are a thousand stars in the night,
a million diamonds in lost mines.
But there is only one she,
I seek to find her heart.
All languages known and many long forgotten
do not contain the words I need.
To paint her forever in the skies
a testament to the Heavens.

© Nov 24, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

Friday, November 23, 2012

ART, in and of itself


The great thing about art in any form, is that there are two sides. The outside which is felt by the observer. They allow it to permeate the soul. Then experience a moment caught in time by someone else. It takes them back to a precise moment in their life. The artist has touched magic in the observer.
The other side is the inside. The perspective of the creator. The artist touches "magic" within themselves and lets it transform into an expression which is then shared. The artist places feeling within this masterpiece to stir emotions and the ashes of forgotten dreams in others lives. The artist offers a piece of his very existence in every piece of work.
There is really no "host and symbiont" relationship in art.  The relationship is mutually beneficial. Without the observer, artists would have less reason to seek out that internal gift; without the artist, the observers would forget the sweetness of life.
The perspective differs in each if us and that is what makes mankind so unique. I don't want to be a replica and I don't want to be replicated. I want to be an individual that offer my uniqueness to the world. I want to see the individuality in each person I meet. Walk with me. Let your magic touch my essence and let mine touch you. After all, we are ONE.

NOTE: photo is a random internet find

Thursday, November 22, 2012

THE GREAT CHOCOLATE APOLOGY





Love exists, it is just been made into a mountain and all our natural climbing gear has been anesthetized and buried in the dark recesses of our minds. The glamorized soothsayer tranquilize us with secular and religious ideologies of fanatical proportions and turn love into tangible items, and then put on a shelf and sold to the highest bidder. While many sit idle and wish they could afford to "love" someone. Love used to be real, but the corrupt realized a great source of commerce. The well of love was poisoned. The creation of the "chocolate apology" arose. After the seduction of money, the rest is history. Valentine's Day is a hoax and a load of crap! It is a day of legal theft. If you really love your partner, every single second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day should be "Valentine's Day." But the producers of seduction keep our focus on the glowing of the dazzles and sparklies. Entranced, we blindly follow along and work, worship, and then waste the one item that we have been brainwashed into believing makes the world go round; the almighty dollar. How sad. No wonder many where love has gone. It has run and hid among the mysteries of the past.
Is it chance that the first four letters of evolve are evol? A mirrored "love." To evolve, you must love. Get busy with it, get jiggy wit it, or how ever in the heck you do it! Just do it! ~ LOVE ~
It is time for society to get that long overdue cranial-anal-ectomy and and breathe fresh air again!
No more of the Great Chocolate Apology! "Here is a box of chocolates, dear. This is proof that I love you! Gotta run. TTYL." No! No! No! Show you love your mate with the brush of lips, the gentle touch of a fingertips, the look that bleeds love into their soul without a sound.
Intimate whispers in the darkness of today's world will return the spark of love into a great pyre of passion, restore light to the world, and chase the soothsayers of wickedness to the shadows within the forest of corruption.

© Nov 17, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE; photo is a random internet find

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

THE ARTIST AND HIS SUBJECT (A love story?)



I have a question for all the lovers of classic art; music, poetry, painting, etc. The question is for those that seriously understand the connection between the artist and their subject. The bond of trust, respect, and admiration evolves; a sacred chord that resonated between the two souls, forever.
Both artist and subject expose their inner being to each other. The artist offers his raw spirit to be engulfed and tries his best to create a worthy representation of the subject. In turn, the subject allows herself to be ensconced within his scrutiny and puts her heart and soul into his trust.
A true ethereal relationship between an artist and subject develops over time. This is how a masterpiece comes into existence. Am I correct, or have I deluded myself with the hazy teachings of secular and religious ideologies? Is there less of a relationship, or more of a spiritual bond? Have I narrowed the margin of truth to a mere paragraph? If not, I must return to the classics and reevaluate my understanding. If so, I beg the question: Is it morally and ethically proper for an artist to fall in love with his subject?

NOTE: photos are random finds on the internet




Tuesday, November 20, 2012

IF ONLY



 By morning my quill rewrites fate
The ink becomes reality’s script
Wishes are wings that lift us to heights
Adrift in a world of yesterday’s dream
Above the oceans that once stood between us
My breath turns to wind that teases your hair
As solemn whispers caress your heart
Letters of wonder become whispers of love
Buried desires evolve into dance
Passionate sighs become tender kisses…

Tomorrow we dance arm in arm…

...the wait is over...

…only if…my quill was a god…

© Nov 20, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
NOTE: photo courtesy of PL

Monday, November 19, 2012

Goodnight...

Now I settle into dissecting life, love, harmony, melody, creation in its entirety, and reconstructing my existence with letters I have stitched together with threads of magic as I understand it. I am allowing Cecelia Bartoli to lift me on her wings and carry me into the skies. She will take me to my destination across the seas to dance with my inspiration....

MY SILENCE

I am afraid if I try too desperately to describe you with mortal words that I will peel away your ethereal beauty. Too many words decay elegance. So, I will be just breathe a sigh of awe and know that the heavens understand.
 © Nov 19, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: photo courtesy of PL

TAKE MY HAND



I am fire
I will kiss you and set your spirit ablaze.
I am water
I will shed a tear and cleanse your soul.
I am wind
I will whisper and touch your heart.
I am earth
I will rise before you and kiss your soles.
I am that that was…
I am that which led you here.
I am that that is…
I am that which gives you dreams.
I am that that will be…
I am that which is love eternal
I AM.

Take my hand
We will become ONE.

© Nov 20, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: photo courtesy of PL
 

BEAUTY LOST, BEAUTY FOUND



Are there mortal words to describe such beauty? Yes, but they elude modern comprehension. Beauty such as this has not been seen for ages, hence the tongue's inability to create such melodic descriptions. Long ago, the world was filled with such elegance, but mankind transformed love into lust. Desire to greed. Passion to violence. Creation halted such inspiration. Mankind pined for its return. Our Creator hesitated in allowing perpetuation. In the stead, an occasional gift is bestowed mankind to spark inspiration, but all understanding and description are lost in the beauty of the rising and setting of the sun, the blooming and aroma of the rose, the perfection of a bird's sweet song, the magic of a butterfly kissing a bloom. All of these things combined are near the idea, but the grace of the tongue's dance with words to lend verbal enchantment to this majestic touch of awe is lost. Your beauty is divine.

© Nov 17, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
NOTE: photo courtesy of PL

Sunday, November 18, 2012

MOMENTS IN MY MENTAL MONESTARY


My Sunday started wonderful. A cool breeze brushing my skin with the sun's warmth stabbing through in chosen places, birds singing back and forth trying to find a chorus to agree upon, shadows of butterflies dancing upon the walls, and a whisper of a rose upon the wind...mmmmm....

Another wonderful day of inspiration is upon me. The strange, yet wonderful, blanket that shrouds me is the fact that I am in the city, but all the beauty I mentioned above quiets the raging sounds of cars, commerce, and convenience. Cloud nine is my writing throne.

When you have an endless inkwell, filled with the tears, passions, and hope of a beautiful woman...inspiration and creativity is endless and boundless...

Prepare the parchment, love is the quill spreads this ink for all to share...

What is life, if not love? For pure hearts and the learned, from the moment of conception, love is the factor. Love creates. Love lives, love breathes, and love transfers. Love never dies. Love is a communicable condition. If you love someone or something enough, it will love you back. As you spread love, it grows exponentially. Don't believe it? I challenge you to commit to the theory and try it out for a month. Take notes, minus the mind's prefabricated ideologies of what you think love has done to you in the past.

Now, I must clarify: there is a difference between love and lust. Love is a pure heart full of love; love is a touching of hands, a careless dance, a brushing of lips, passion spoken without a sound, tears of happiness, a gentle embrace, or being perfectly at peace in the presence of another. Lust is an empty mind desiring to be filled with the promise of any of these intoxicating phenomenon that is observed in  the behavior of others lost in any of the aforementioned activities. Lust is the need to be loved; it is the hollow, lonely, cold, barren streets of desolation and abandonment. Lust is an empty beaker that only needs to be filled with love. Real love.

Unfortunately, too many believe that all they have is a glassful. Thank you modern day society for this false illusion! In actuality, we all possess an endless carafe full of unconditional love. The more we share, the more is shared with us. Picture this: you are at a party serving drinks, not government Koolaid, but a love tonic. As you wander around the room you notice some laughing and sharing their pitcher of juice. Then there are those hiding in the corner just holding onto their pitcher. Which would you feel more inclined to refill and join for a drink? The people that are sharing and using the love given. Lesson learned?

I know that few that read this actually need it. My friends and family are full of love. It was written because I am a vessel to script as the thought flow through me. Perhaps I will print copies and pass them out on the street. Have a beautiful rest of the day.

Peace, love, hope, and inspiration to all....

Saturday, November 17, 2012

WHISPERS OF LOVE


As the calm of the evening settles in…
(I missed you)
{And I, you}
The stars begin to dot the heavens…
(I need you now)
(I am yours)
Luna shadows flow again...
(*sigh*)
{You are so beautiful}
Violins create within….
(Come to me)
{I am here}
Release of cloth to the wind…
(Hold me close)
{Time everlasting}
Love's petals begin to open...
(Touch me, love)
{Until the dawn}
Where do I end…
(Kiss me with fire)
{Forever and a day}
Where do you begin…
(Love me with passion)
{With all that I am}
We are forever one…
(I love you)
{I love you}

© Nov 17, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

Friday, November 16, 2012

SOS

Last night I bottled the once thought gentle breezes and cast them back to the Seven Seas toward the Island of Sirens, for the lost souls to find and maintain. I scribed a note with the names of the 4 winds for remembrance and acknowledgement. I shall miss the torment of my love for the waves of their embracing aura. Now the howling winds are contained and the song of the spectres can be heard again. I returned a favor and now am even with the tormented spirits. I am an empty man, a free man. ~DBC 2011

A CHILDHOOD MEMORY

Whether at school or at home, the beatings were regular and as much psychological as physical. There were other minds games and tortures at the house that still seem to wake me up with cold sweats. One of the most damaging mental terrors was being “sent to the spiders.” The Southwestern area of America is riddled with black widow spiders. Our hall closet always had 8 to 10 hour-glasses within, at any given time. The closet was roughly 3'x 3'x 8.' It was the storage for all the jackets, tools, fishing poles, etc. once a week, I would be locked in the closet for 10 to 15 minutes. Before being shooed in, I was warned “don't move too much, they will see you body heat and get you.” The mind does terrible things when you stand statuesque in the dark waiting for a black widow to bite you. Terror has never had such sharp claws as those of the anticipation of something dark and evil that never comes.

A memory

Between the ages of 22 and 24, I chose to live on the streets in Colorado. I had no car, no money. All I possessed was the will to experience life thru the eyes of others and an honest heart. I found enough work to keep myself healthy. At night I would go buy a few bottles of wine and visit the local rail yard. I would find the train "hobos," and give them wine in exchange for stories. There were frigid night of below zero wind with no place to hide from the cold. Bones would ache while the skin numbed to the blasts. There were days after days of freezing sleet that battered your coat/blanket until you were so wet that it didn't matter anymore, you were ready to succumb to the icy fingers of death that crept all over your body. The temptation to just lay down and sleep came often. At night we gathered around a "fire barrel," that the boys referred to as "Satan's Eye." They said the only warmth they could feel was from the temporary opened portal to Hell. They hated the reference, but they said that the fire in the barrel represented Satan watching and laughing at them as they struggled to make a living in the "land of the free." I met fellow named "Frostie" that had been riding trains across the country for the better part of 60 years. He froze to death in the winter of 1991. I was saddened that i ha lost such a dear soul to the Heavens, but his suffering was over. Over those 2 years, I could have bailed out and returned to society but I wanted to know the road. I wanted to feel it, breath it, taste it, live it. I did, and I am grateful.  Those "bums" and I worked and survived 2 brutal winters with less than nothing. I walked away a more caring man that knew more of the depths of life. I learned "humble."
There are hundreds of stories like this that occurred over that time span. I plan to start adding a story a day in my notes...

Enlightened Ones?



I am amazed and confused at the same time. So many tell you to: "Forget the past. Get over it. It is gone. Don't look back." And then they end their affirmations with something of their past in the same vein. I don't get it? Did your speaking of something bring their focus back to their "experience," and their tutorial is a quick wall to shield the memory in their mind? I used to have someone close to me tell me all the time to forget my ex,"A," and in the same breath he would rage on about his step daughter, "B". I wasn't angry, just talking. He was upset and very emotional when speaking of "B." It's the old "Do what I say, not what I do." OR the more recent, "Take my advice, I'm obviously not using it."

I see so many "enlightened" individuals speak of forgiveness and love and then see curse someone in anger minutes later. And then they claim, "I am only human." OR "Can't I have an off day?" I guess they can, but others can't. It seems being ascended is not all it is cracked up to be, it tends to bring posers out of the woodwork. And they do love to brag. It seems some are just professionals at "hiding" their stuff, they never really get over it either. And it usually stays hidden until it is need for an example, which only they are allowed to give. I had one tell me, "I am not out to try and heal anyone. I speak my mind and people can like it or go somewhere else." Really? What a loving soul. Then why are you in it? Sounds like a scam artist to me.

And then there are those that think the rest of us are stupid or blind. Yeah, they have some of the crowd fooled, but not me. I see right through them. I lived with a master manipulator/liar/deceiver for 13 years. I just act dumb to see how far someone will try and get over. I feel the deceit dripping from every pore of their essence. I love them and pray for them, but they will only change when they love themselves and want to change.

Yes, there are good ones out there. There are great people with words of wisdom and heart of gold. But there are also wolves in sheep's attire. Be careful before you give whole-heartedly into another's philosophy. I would suggest creating your own ideologies based on the best of the best and set your own standards. We might be ONE in the Universal sense, but remember..."You came into this world by yourself and you will leave it by yourself." So do something positive and worthy of yourself! Be remembered as a truthful, ethical, and loving being. Not a lying, manipulating, deceitful fool.

Lost Souls



Yes! I have spent my time walking among the shadows and hiding in the corners of obscurity, to steal a glance in the soul of others. I have bought wine and sat with the train hobos to hear their travels. I have near froze to death around a burning barrel as the winter wind threatens to solidify me, so that I might mingle with the homeless and feel the look in their eyes. I have sat among thieves and prostitutes, only to hear their tales. I have sat next to an addiction and never had a desire to partake, but learned how emptiness needs a replacement. I swore myself to secrecy of names, but found humbleness yet rich delight in the spice each has added to my life. There is no such thing as an "undesirable," there is only a "lost soul" here and there. It is up to us as humans to correct this and make these souls feel wanted and loved.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

cosmic surfing



Cosmic waves ease upon the shores
Taking away black sands of time
Once white with pure hope and love
Mankind has placed shadows within
Twin moons bless the starry skies
Offering a beacon to wayward eyes
The clouds of deceit and illusion
A veil that my love wore thin
Upon the raging seas I stand tall
Expressing subtle immortality
I command the winds of fate
From time’s darkened origin.
I am light, I am love
Created of the sacred fire
I offer hope to all of faith
Feel the grace of my healing hand.

© Nov 15, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: a bit different than my usual write. A friend gave me an idea and I ran with it.

IDEA FROM: Tiffany Gillies Paten

MISNAMED RAIN

“I’m OK,” she tried,
But shadows tell the truth.

“I'm tired of trying.
I'm tired of crying.
I know I've been smiling,
but inside I'm dying.”

Sounds of sadness paint the present
The drops I feel are not the rain,
instead small worlds of perfect pain.
A cloudless sky collects her tears,
for essence of a rose’s lovely thorn.
Her beauty borrowed eons past,
to lend the world salvation’s kiss.
Come to me, my little one,
I offer rest within embrace.

© Nov 15, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
NOTE: photo courtesy of PL

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Shall we dance?

We have danced across oceans,
tangoed before crowds,
waltzed in the wind,
upon rain filled clouds.
I searched the world over,
sought far and beyond,
within a magic forest
I found our own private pond.
Shall we dance m'lady?



© Nov 14, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
 
NOTE: photo is random internet find

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Advice for young writers

 Keep stretching those wings and taking to different skies! The more diversity you experience, the deeper the day and night becomes! The deeper the day and night become, the easier the words will flow. Rhyme and reason are for young writers. Iambic pentameter flows smoothly, but free verse is universally harmonic! Both styles are loved and revered! And although iambic pentameter is easier to write, readers feel more in tune with free verse. It is perfect in creation, but seldom in rhythmically without flaw.  Much like our mortality. 
  Every writer is still learning and perfecting the craft. The greats are usually not recognized until postmortem lividity has come and gone and there is little left but bone dust . I believe one day you will be a great writer. That is why I tend to suggest you attempt new things. It is like going to a gym. The workouts include exercising ALL body parts. Same in writing. Explore all the emotions and fill each inkwell with experience. Immerse yourself in an emotion when you write. Become that moment or object you are writing about. Feel it exist.

The subject of the day is Opportunity Cost:


 Opportunity cost is the cost of any activity measured in terms of the value of the next best alternative forgone (that is not chosen). It is the sacrifice related to the second best choice available to someone, or group, who has picked among several mutually exclusive choices. (Wikipedia)

So often we complain about not having enough time, or money. Most of these shortcomings can be overcome by self control. Of all the things I learned in college, this is the lesson I use on a daily basis. I feel it is one of the most valuable lessons in life.

As a writer, I must decide if I am going to spend two hours enjoying someone else’s imagination by watching a movie, or will I spend the two hours delving into my own creativity. I usually choose the latter.

As a consumer, I gave up smoking and drinking years ago. This not only saved me a few hundred dollars a month, it also saved me future monies on health issues. The extra money could be used for many things. The healthier body goes without saying.

As a human, I had to elect to dissolve the resentment toward my ex-wife, if I ever wanted to have a meaningful relationship. This also reduced my stress levels. The chance of amorous adventure has replaced solitude. My ulcers are healing.

Opportunity cost exists in every decision we make. Be it 3 hours on FB, an hour of online porn, a few hours of on-line gaming, a gallon of ice cream, a candy bar, or an affair. I am not saying all these things are bad. I am just saying before you spend an few hours playing, insure your daily duties are done; before you buy that $20 CD, insure you have the gas to get through the week. Any choice you make has an alternative. The most difficult thing to do is realize the positive outcome of giving up one action for another. So, think twice before you make your next rash decision or indulge in your habit.

NOTE: earlier today, someone messaged me and asked of my "best learned lesson in college." Well...there you have it. Fell free to message me any questions and I will deliberate and indulge. Thank you.

THE EDGE



I stepped to the edge
The precipice of love
Gazing deep in her eyes
I prepared for the jump…

I hear taunting voices
Call out warnings…

“Look, there is no safety net!”
“No shelter for a storm!”
“No life line tether!”
“Only a thorn-covered stem!”

I stopped for a moment
I smiled and replied…

“Caution in love is untrue!”
“I’ll dance in the rains!”
“Love is a freedom!”
“The flower quells the pains!”

Taking her hand,
I turn to my lover.
Is she ready to chance,
a free fall into forever?

We step…

© Nov 13, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NWO is not about Obama. It's bigger than that.

Good lord people! You are thinking small. This is not about Obama! He is just the puppet in office. If Romney was in office, you would be all for this! It is about the NWO! It is about GMOs. It is about the Bilderbergs! It is about world domination by the rich! The Elite are the ones initiating the divide and conquer tactic. Whatever! So be it! When it all falls into place, we will still be here for all to run to for help! We are not one sided. We are ONE! The other day one of my liberal friends said, "let the Republicans fend for themselves in NE, like us Dems had to do in New Orleans." Really? That is love and compassion? If you feel this way, you are lost. You are one sided! You have fallen victim to the brainwash that the Bilderberg empire  has been seeding for centuries. I will pray for all of you. Blessings of peace and love to you all.

The American dream used to stimulate people into action. "If I strive to be a cut above the rest, I will rise above the norm and become wealthy for my family and generations to come. If I dedicate my time to education and master a trade, I will be wealthy for my family and generations to come. Now, thanks to the abuse of FDR's "New Deal Plan," the Amerikan dream is being a recipient of redistributed wealth, a half ass education, free pain-killers, and a daily dose of McDonald's. Why should I aspire to used MY imagination so others can cash in on it? I will jump on the band-wagon with the other sheeple!

 
It is not always about "stepping on others to get ahead." Knowledge should be shared, yes. But I would rather have someone trained in medicine perform surgery on me as opposed to someone that is efficient in crocheting. All live above their means. Amerikans waste more than other countries consume. I agree all should benefit, but I also agree in a system where ALL contribute. Even if it is "menial." Pick up trash, wash windows. Etc. When I ran McDonalds...there were numerous "homeless" or "poor" people that came to my store. I let them clean the windows, pick the trash from the landscape, water my plants, etc and I would feed them. Some called me an asshole for making them work. WTF? They were offering a service as was I. We had a verbal/heart agreement. I met one of those people years later when they were working again and they remembered me and bought me a cup of coffee and we chatted for hours...

  I am all about the love. I am not anti-Obama, I am anti-Bilderberg. It has nothing to do with Obama. That is what they are using to divide us. As long as they can keep it a racial issue, the people will be divided. It is about the division of the people and the government. The people of Iceland rose up and usurped the sitter of their throne and re-established a system OF THE PEOPLE, BY THE PEOPLE, FOR THE PEOPLE. Media coverage was blocked to the US, because they know that the Americans are tired of Amerika. No offense intended to anyone, but arguing over Obama and Romney is like focusing on the junkie in the alley-way to combat drugs. OBAMA is the peon place in office by the Bilderberg dynasty. While society argues over the dope fiend in the street, the fat cat manufacturers picks their teeth with our bones. It is so much bigger than this! Forget Obama! Forget Romney! The EXACT SAME legislation would have been pushed through! Research the Bilderbergs. Research the Elite! Research the Illuminati! Research the Masonic legions! Research everything. Small things amuse small minds. They have brainwashed us into thinking small. Think BIG! For God's sake! Wake up! Wash the brain!

 I find it amazing that "racial" issues fall away until politics is brought up. I am of Jewish descent. We can talk about suppression and abuse if you like. I think slavery began with them making bricks for the Egyptians and their pyramids. If you believe everything you read. I refuse to be boxed in by a deceiving government of puppets. Oh! By the way, I had relatives murdered in Auschwitz. That has NOTHING TO DO WITH ME! I am alive right NOW! I catch flack every day for being Caucasian, but I let it slide off my back! THAT IS NOT THE ISSUE! I am against the government! I would be posting these things if my brother were president. I hate corruption and the secular ideologies that have brainwashed society! If we ignore the growing evil of the Bilderbergs: no president, Dem or Rep will be able to stop it!

Zombies in straw houses tending sheep

It is difficult to snap out of the zombie brainwash of the secular ideologies that have been infused into the mortal conscience since the dawning of commerce. Most are stuck in their rut (which is just a grave with ramps cut in), and find it easier to go with the flow. The subconscious seeds that were planted throughout their lives are screaming, "If you speak against the government, you are treasonous. We are all Amerikans and we will take care you. Trust your government." Bah! I have been behind the curtain and seen atrocities that most sheeple are unable to even comprehend. Their worst nightmares are sugar coated compared to what I have SEEN with my eyes. As I said, if they wish to play ostrich and hope all will be sunny tomorrow, I will still be here tomorrow when their straw house gets blown down.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Dreams


When I close my eyes, I find myself in a far away exotic land dancing upon warm sands and listening to forgotten melodies. Hypnotized by the palm trees swaying ever so gently under the soft glow of Luna. In my arms is a beautiful woman. She is so enchanting. So lovely. I have to steal quick glances at her. I am afraid if I look too long, I will fall so far in love that I will be forever lost. I feel her gentle words tickle my ears as she whispers love. As her finger run through my hair, electricity flows through every nerve in my being. I feel her heart chanting with mine, an endless Morse-code of teasing beats. I realize it is too late. I am forever hers...

© Nov 11, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

DREAMS OF WIND


In dreams there is magic…

If you befriend the wind you will ride on her wings,
the eye of the breeze will be yours to command
Places unseen by mortals will be unveiled,
all curtains lifted or seen between.

The intimate dance of fire and wind,
will be you magic to attend.
The will and design of sacred shadows;
A trace of you fingers upon all stone.

The ancient art of painting with water;
An erotic weave of gales and sea.
An offering of life or cleaning pain,
All paths will be carved by drops of rain.

Mountains may stand the test of time,
until they befriend the cunning wind.
Their majesty and might demand respect.
The wind reshapes and offer penance,
in the form of nature’s purest song.

She saw the first sunrise, she will see the last.
The moon is her lover, choreographs her dance.
In dreams you will join in soul
This magic is yours to control.

Close your eyes and embrace the wind,
ride it to a past or future destination.
Watch her reshape all within,
as she whispers her sacred song…

© Nov 11, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: photo is a random internet find
 

Saturday, November 10, 2012

for the sake of love

 Do not love for the sake of loving someone or being loved by another, there are boundaries in this realm; love for the sake of reaching into the unknown and finding out how unlimited you really are. 
 © Nov 10, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
NOTE: photo is a random internet find. Only the words are my intellectual property.

safety net? nah!

Don't fall in love hoping there is a safety net, for you shall surely fall. Pray that there is no safety net and enjoy today with your lover as if the expanse of a tomorrow that is never promised. Only then will you be IN love. 
 © Nov 10, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
NOTE: photo is a random internet find. Only the words are my intellectual property.
 

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Sometime's "C" is for "Coffee."

No offense intended to anyone, but arguing over Obama and Romney is like focusing on the junkie in the alley-way to combat drugs. OBAMA is the peon place in office by the Bilderberg dynasty. While society argues over the dope fiend in the s
treet, the fat cat manufacturers picks their teeth with our bones. It is so much bigger than this! Forget Obama! Forget Romney! The EXACT SAME legislation would have been pushed through! Research the Bilderbergs. Research the Elite! Research the Illuminati! Research the Masonic legions! Research everything. Small things amuse small minds. They have brainwashed us into thinking small. Think BIG! For God's sake! Wake up! Wash the brain!

TIME TO FLIP THE COIN FROM BRAINWASH TO WASH THE BRAIN. Unlearn all you have learned via secular ideologies and religious fanatics. Relearn wisdom and discover the facts for yourself! The time for self education and enlightenment is upon us! Things are not always what the programmer has flashed in our face for our entire life. The majority of the time, it is a simple redirection of attention that is needed. FOCUS BABY! "C" is not always for "cookie."
NOTE: Pic is a random internet find, words are solely mine. 

Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Enchantment is Eternal...



How will I ever complete the task of describing a beauty with no inkwell of the magi?
I am left with no hint or reference to the forgotten tongue of pure love.
Words only known to the ancients designed your essence
My quest will continue through eternity until I find the key to unlock the sphere of harmonics and release the old gods so that I might borrow their gifts to describe you…
I will do my mortal best in the interim...
I shall sculpt each letter in an attempt to mold them into the perfect image of you…
Searching between to colors of the rainbow for the hue of your smile
The elegance of your voice I found paralleled only by music’s lost chord
Stealing the star from the celestial curtain to emulate the sparkle in your eyes…
Oh what a glorious task has befallen me…
The laughter that falls from your lips turns to faeries as it touches the ground
The flowers yearn for your touch to gain the warmth of your smile… 
I am intoxicated with the inspiration you offer…
You are the magic that binds the flame to the wind in their sacred dance…
The enchantment is eternal…

© Nov 5, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

I AM

Peel away the thin layer of man-made illusionary beauty and love me for the true raw elegance that I am. I am not man, I am spirit. I am not tall, short, fat, thin, white, or black. I AM. I do not exist, I am alive! I am love. I am light! Embrace me.



© Nov 4, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic


NOTE; photo is a random find on the internet. 

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Really?

Yesterday, I overheard an instruction that baffled me. I now understand why the darkness is getting darker, and why our children are so confused. An instructor of modernism told his students, "You must think with your heart and love with your mind." No! No! No!
That is the most destructive sentence I have ever heard. We wonder why things are loved and people are used, instead of the other way around. The mind was made for logical processes and the heart for emotional responses. There must be a 50/50 balance. Neither retains controlling interest. Hence another division of society when one allows either mind or heart to rule the roost.
Think with your mind, love with your heart, and let them keep each other in check with a 50/50 vested interest...

Friday, November 2, 2012

The magic of Paris

How many "I love you's" have been spoken around the base of this monument? How many still linger in the air? If you put your ear close...could you hear the phantom whispers from lovers past and ages gone? I believe so...
How many tears of happiness are mingled in the waters of the Seine? Is it a river of memories? If you dipped you wine glass would you pull a flute of love? I believe so...
How many kisses and relationships sealed under the majesty of the Eiffel Tower?  I believe the magic surrounding it arouses passion in all in its proximity. Every couple feels the infusion of love.
Close your eyes, open your heart, and receive a dream...

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Rough draft for the introduction to "MY INSPIRATION"


Since the dawn of time and the recognition of beauty in this world, mankind has attempted to harness and recreate such etherealness through various forms of art. Michael Angelo had his sculpting hands to create a masterpiece of love, Leonardo DaVinci and his paints left the world a masterpiece,
Wagner composed, in accordance with Fibonacci, to offer the memory of a queen to forever, Shakespeare mastered the poetic language
of the heart and soul and bound it in a moment of never-ending love, but the perfect literary texture has yet to be created…
I feel it has fallen upon my shoulders to intimately introduce ink to parchment, and try to combine a mental mesh of all the Masters’ talents to express your beauty and grace to the keepers of eternity. I pray to the Creator that I do not fall short of grace, in my attempt to recreate his finest piece of art.
I also pray that you, my inspiration, never feels unworthy of any verbal jewel that I use to adorn your essence for the trip to immortality.
Angelo gave the world David in all his power and glory.
DaVinci offered Mona Lisa to time everlasting…
Wagner revered the Queen of Sheba for all to understand her elegance
And Shakespeare made all men pine for the love of their own Juliet…
I shall attempt to present you to the world in such splendor…

© Nov 1, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic