Her silence weighs heavy on my heart

As she sits with silent tongue, the music in my life no longer fills the air. The birds are confused and know not what to sing. The butterflies tumble from the sky without her whispers to ride upon. The crickets have lost their bows and their chirps have been forgotten. The sunrise brought a chill without words. Even the trickle of the creeks have fallen silent. The deafening roar of the quiet is maddening.

© Feb 27, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

ooo ooo fire

When one can accept the beauty within a flame, the destructive capabilities of the fire are quelled.
 

© Feb 22, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: photo is a random internet find

Daily thought

If you bury your head in secular and religious ideologies and accept all the mainstream media regurgitation of political garbage, you will end up suffocating on the very things that the Founding Fathers of America warned us would come to pass if we remained stagnant in the cesspool of misinterpretation and misunderstandings.

But we should not really worry about the past. It has been said a thousand different ways that history repeats itself. Many realize why, and many more refuse to acknowledge: because we refuse to learn from past mistakes. Sex, violence and greed have brought the world to its knees. As long as someone can make a dollar off of any of the aforementioned aberrations of the soul, the world will continue to slowly decay with moral and ethical cancers. We should look to the future and become one as a "race." There is only one race. The human race. The more we focus on technology and ignore humanity, the more we sink into the quicksands of mortal devastation. The end of the human race.

Valentine's Day is everyday!

 Love is a gift that should be a lifetime in every second, not a second in every lifetime. ~ 2013 DBC

NOTE: photo is random internet find.

Habibati

A daughter of beauty, born of the zephyr, has slipped from heaven to earth. She is so elegant that she must wear a mask or enchant every living thing she confronts. The jealous Aphrodite seeks her secret as the wind whispers her name.

{{{♪♫♩♬♭~ Pa…♪♫♩♬…tri…♪♫♩♬…cia ~ ♪♫♩♬♭}}}

Within the oracle at Delphi,

I gazed into a pool of cloud.

As Aphrodite raged in silence,

Zeus and Poseidon laughed aloud…

“The source of endless nectar,

and inspiration for all creation

Originated from an unknown wind,

that began before time’s crown…”

Listen to the winds...

{{{♪♫♩♬♭~ Pa…♪♫♩♬…tri…♪♫♩♬…cia ~ ♪♫♩♬♭}}}

An astral flow caressed my ears,

and stilled forever my breath.

Hark! Listened to the breeze,

as it whispered unknown depths.

In the beginning there was harmony,

each god(dess) held a strand of chaos.

A golden current to offer life,

within her kiss of a whisper…

…the morning winds whisper a near inaudible sigh {{{♪♫♩♬ ~ Pa…}}}

Promethean gifts forgotten,

amends attained through claw.

Alas! Woe arose in the mists,

as mortals lost sight of awe.

No Herculean rescue to right,

only the conjure of love.

The fearless Cyclops,

trembled at her feather touch.

…the swirling wisps of the heavens whisper {{{♪♫♩♬…tri…♪♫♩♬}}}

Ethereal tears painted roses,

pain became their thorns.

Heed! The wrath of Achilles,

touched heaven to earth.

Odysseus fell to sirens’ song,

when he closed his ears to her.

All forgot the beauty and

innocence of the elegant lure.

…the gentle close of daylight’s veil pulls all whispers to silence. {{{…cia ~ ♪♫♩♬♭}}}

As the earth moves the rains tumbled upon the hills and slowly slipped into to valley…

…and I understand the love of her whisper…

...listen to the winds...

{{{♪♫♩♬♭~ Pa…♪♫♩♬…tri…♪♫♩♬…cia ~ ♪♫♩♬♭}}}

© Feb 9, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic 
Photo courtesy  of PaM

More on The Genius of Madness...

To accept the reality of our Creator is to know madness. One sees not only a single future, but understands the possible outcomes of all futures at once. Madness discovers patterns that others fail to see, and in time learn to overlay the pieces of chaos until harmony is discovered. Madness also possesses an unspoken hunger for knowledge and wisdom that is never satisfied. There is no submission to mortality, only a want of unlimited existence; the desire to become one with all that is. The mind mantled in madness processes faster than the body can react. Thoughts are experienced, not individually, but in clusters with a multitude of emotions bleeding into and out of each of those thoughts. All things are one. The understanding of this is madness; a salve against the wounds of the limitations accepted by dominance of humanity. Once this is realized and accepted, madness becomes genius. No boundaries to what one can do. Conformity is no longer a part of the equation of existence. To know madness is to know genius, to accept genius is to accept madness. Once one becomes one with all, one is also one with the Creator. Perimeters lost, immortality gained.

© Feb 6, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic