WORDS WITHOUT WORDS

A smile in France “sourire”
A laugh in Spain “reir”
A holding of hands in England
A kiss in Czech “polibek”
A whisper in Denmark “hviske”
A love in Italy “amore”
A gaze in Holland "staren"
A hug in Israel "לחבק"
A promise in love "♥"

It matters not where we stand
Or what language we speak
As long as our hearts are one
We need not speak at all…

Jan 20, 2013

Returning To Sea

The wrath of time has silenced the heart,
my eyes no longer see.
The beauty of life that bloomed at dawn;
ash, by dusk, at these feet.
Adrift in the storm and lost in thought,
the winds no longer sing.
Gales now destroy the love once whispered;
shattered by echoes’ ring.
Shadows of mem'ries hide in the mist,
taunting with lullabies.
Dancing in and out of my conscience,
replacing truths with lies.
Timbers are fractured and sails are torn,
Davy Jones is waiting.
Into the waters, seeking their depths,
pain now slowly fading.

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

Waking thoughts 7/21/2013

I have lived many lifetimes, touched many souls and had many touch mine, roamed the corridors of the heavens lost to some men, created new pathways for all mankind, and died to live and now live to die.
I have mastered the art of "becoming." Sat quietly as a rock, flowed smoothly as a country brook, left my mark like a howling wind upon a mesa, and lit up the emptiness like a nova.
Sadly, the element I seek most plays a celestial game of cat and mouse with my esse. The lost language from the temple of love, where mortal words fall to dust beneath the melodic whispers and ensconcing caresses of the eye upon another. I know it exists. Memories linger, yet cower in shadows. Afraid of being reborn into this world of mortal greed, lust, and violence. Perhaps it belongs not in this realm.

Time

My spectral weave is deep in the shadows where many fear tread. That is where the strongest thread of love yet discontent sit withered in the forgotten expanse of time. But then again, what is time? Parameters drawn by the conclusions of those that thought before you and I took corporeal form. Alas and anon, the truth as we care to craft it will be look upon and questioned by those of wisdom that do follow. And then again again, have our suggestions not been heard, or not yet thought? Crafty beast this "time" creature is. Master and understand its depth and magnitude and one should rule everlasting.

 © July 20, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: photo is random internet find

The Chase

I run from things not out of fear, but out of compassion for the pursuer! I know the ecstasy of the chase. There is desire, longing, passion, and life within the chase. A purpose. A need. An emptiness that burns with the expansive cold of the void. And then the elevated sense of self-worth after the catch. The longer the hunt the more intense the pleasure. The chase offers the hidden element of life that would otherwise perish with the lack of want. I feel I should allow others to enjoy it as much as I.

~ DBC 2013

NOTE: illustration - Lawrence Beall Smith's "The Chase"

I am a writer

Some say being a writer is easy, others claim it to be difficult. I think of it as a wonderful enigma, so easy and yet so difficult. The "words" part is easy; the decision of what "subject" you write of is the difficulty. There is a sea of thought in which to pull from.

I wade in the pool of dreams daily with my thoughts in the shimmering waters. As the currents change, the flow and the shapes and sizes of the small eddies differ moment to moment. My desire to write a tale of each entity stirs so much emotion that I find it difficult to focus on one singular manifestation. Oh the madness...

I sit back and reflect, only to find the task even more challenging. My thoughts cascading like a waterfall. Individual ideas represented by a single strand of water. I do not see a single flow of water, but a body of thousands of strands of liquid identities. The one to grab and focus upon is the challenge.

It is not just water, the clouds in the sky, or the woman sitting next to me that stirs my desire to write to no end. Everything known and unknown brings me to this chasm. Crossing is a new adventure each time, because each trip is its own and worthy of its own description. Where do I start? Oh where? Understanding is the starting point. Not just comprehension, but the act of becoming...
To comprehend the mechanics of anything, you must become that thing. The mind's eye must focus on the anatomical make-up of the subject. Acknowledge each individual molecule. Accept the existence of the known and the unknown. Open your being and enter the desired target. Feel it breath, move, live. Grasp the concept. Morph. Do not think...transform. Humble yourself. Become other than what you are, for a moment. Then you will be fully capable of understanding. That is the first step in receiving the gift of creation. Once the journey begins, it has endless possibilities. 
I have seen places you never may be, and walked upon sands that are now seas. Watched mountains crumble into beauty, and flowers turn to rust. I flew without wings to worlds uncharted, and strolled down unknown streets. I've stood at the edge of time and gaze across forever, even embraced immortality and release it back to time.  I can take you to these places, but you must take my hand. Trust me, I am a writer.

© Autumn 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

ZIMMERMAN, NOT GUILTY?

OK people! It is REALLY time to wake up and smell the crap the government is shoveling into your house!
This Zimmerman case ended exactly as the government planned. They WANT racial wars to break out. Another step toward instituting a police state. If we fight amongst each other and kill each other, that condones their killing us. Genocide in protective attire. It is what they want to do. The media sells hate and the masses buy it.

There is a BIG shift in power coming soon. The elitists hate that we are coming together spiritually and will do anything to divide us. Every few years they will instigate the “whites” or the “blacks” into a rage. And every time, it works. It is time to put a stop to the madness.

Let me give you a few examples:

March 3, 1991 Rodney King beating gets mass media coverage and incites a riot.
Aug 20, 2008 – A 230 lb black male attacks and chokes an 85-year-old woman in an elevator. Little media coverage and whites scream “reverse racism.”
Aug 2011 -Hundreds of racist Black youths attack Whites at Wisconsin State Fair. Again, little media coverage and whites scream “reverse racism.”
July 13, 2013 Zimmerman found not guilty. World media coverage and Lord knows what this will bring.

IT IS PLANNED! WAKE UP AND LOOK! DON’T FALL PREY TO THE HATE!

The weak minded sheeple will fall prey to theses fanatical ideologies, while the strong minded will stand strong and we will defeat this evil tyranny that is brainwashing and destroying our world!!!!!!!!!!!!!