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Sunday, August 24, 2014

It is not far...

What would one find down this path?





Would taught fear overtake us in minutes and terrors appear? Or would we find peace and touch magic again? Should we evolve? We have been subjugated by the Elite. They try to manipulate the temporal change. Even now, my mind seems dazed to speak against the loss of freedom. But we must all shake the trance and live without fears. Do not riot...relax...Let's walk and find the presence of peace. It is not far...
© August 24, 2014 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic


Shall we find such peace?

There are times when one hears a few things shuffle in the closet.  Not necessarily the one in the corporeal corner, a bit deeper. Far beyond mental and into the light of spiritual. Was it as simple as two wooden hangers under the same spell as the candle, rattling bones; or perhaps the chains that keeps one from regaining wings? The mind finds that single forgotten moment of terror; the one more lost for the struggle of sanity than the classes of society. It is always there. Awaiting a thought. Then it beings to burn like a wild fire. We have all faced a fears or terror. Now we are late in existence. Perhaps annihilated. We must forget not share with others so that they might find a new depth to madness. Do we really wish others to add to their burden? If we set aside ego and proceed to progress, we than chance a moment to evolve. Self-controlled madness is more challenging than an 8 hour chess match listening to Wagner’s ‘Ride of the Valkyries.”

Thursday, August 21, 2014

My Love

Love is my strongest asset, but my greatest liability. From this day forward, I shall confine it to paper. My desire will bleed from my quill, my boundless emotions will fill my inkwells, and my imagination will create the moments that should have been... 


~  Duke of the Arctic 8/21/2014


I am glad it was not real. If it had been, I would still be soaring. Once aloft on wings of enchantment, the world is left behind, lessened, diminished, and at times forgotten. I lost myself in the cathedral of her soul. I was higher than any mortal intoxicant could offer. I touched the 'neath side of heaven's floor. Then she was gone and I fell back to the rocky, yet beautiful estate of reality.

 ~  Duke of the Arctic 8/21/2014

 

Monday, August 11, 2014

R.I.P. Sir Robin Williams

Laughter will fall short of the endless echo, and smiles will not be so carefree.
Peering through the looking glass has lost the comical distortions.
Life has sharp teeth again.
Thank you Robin for offering the natural painkiller called humor. I was truly addicted. You shall be missed.



NOTE: photo is random internet find.