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balefire's heat: December 2011
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Ramblings from a mind scorched by time. Thursday, December 1, 2011. My sap still runs thick. And yet I stand. Within inches from my trunk. Which constantly burns bright. And yet I stand. They move metal boxes. As they pass me by. And yet I stand. To see the days. To see the weeks. To see the months. To see the years. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Massachusetts, United States. View my complete profile. On Safe Spaces and Ritual Purity. The Essence of Herbs. NEHA Teleconference July 2012 outline.
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balefire's heat: November 2012
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Ramblings from a mind scorched by time. Wednesday, November 28, 2012. This year is my reset button. Reconfigure, reevaluate, revision. If it comes down to it i'll even. Reduce, reuse, recycle. But those ideas are better left to the larger world eye view. So this year i have focused on the little things. The things that make a difference. In my every day life. A good cup of coffee. A visit with a good friend. This year is my reset button. Reconfigure, reevaluate, revision. Discard those long held tensions.
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balefire's heat: goddess
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Ramblings from a mind scorched by time. Tuesday, November 13, 2012. The crone speaks to death. She does not listen to its words. But voices those of her own making. The mother takes in life. Giving only herself away. The maiden gives birth to a new voice. To be heard and sung. There is no end held within the capacity of these three. They are life/death incarnate. They are darkness/light held. They are purity/deceit seen. In all there is no want of another. In all there is no need for another.
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balefire's heat: October 2011
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Ramblings from a mind scorched by time. Thursday, October 20, 2011. Every picture has a story. To young or old. Every picture holds the future. Within the eye of the beholder. To hear this new verse. Of solitude and joy. For the writer to employ. An entire mind's eye. Among letters of remorse. Monday, October 17, 2011. Now, the reason for the gross diversion of tactical writing could have been due to many things, but the main reason is this: my vampire novel was becoming my life. Now, some of you may thi...
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balefire's heat: April 2012
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Ramblings from a mind scorched by time. Thursday, April 26, 2012. There is poetry in science,. Lucid dreams in reality,. Life in death,. We only have to decide. Which one our eyes will see. Of a shadowed window. Lies the door to my soul. Are not something to fight. Are not something to endure. They are something to marvel at. Wednesday, April 18, 2012. You ask me where my strength is? You wonder why this is not crushing my world? You ask me where my resolve is? You wonder if I am breaking? It was the acc...
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balefire's heat: January 2012
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Ramblings from a mind scorched by time. Friday, January 20, 2012. The sun has fully risen. Beholden by the world. Of anything and nothing. Of a morning's dawn. Wednesday, January 18, 2012. For a while I kept telling myself that I needed a break, that the characters were becoming too much a part of my life, that everything and anything in my life was channeled back into the story, there were even pieces of real life in there! The problem with this is that I made a vow to finish the draft in 2012. How does...
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balefire's heat: keyed exposure
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Ramblings from a mind scorched by time. Friday, November 16, 2012. 8220;The purpose of poetry is to remind us. How difficult it is to remain just one person,. For our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,. And invisible guests come in and out at will.” Czeslaw Milosz, ars poetica? There are no keys in the doors, everything is open, everything is exposed. There are no secrets behind closed doors, everything is open, everything is exposed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Essence of Herbs.
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balefire's heat: latent musings
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Ramblings from a mind scorched by time. Saturday, September 22, 2012. My muse just told me to fuck off! She’s been knocking at my door, on my ride into work, on my ride home from work. I kept telling her, not now, just wait another hour, another day,. Just one more minute and I’ll get to you. When I finally open the door to say, “hello”, she turns her back to me, flips me off with both hands and stomps away before my mouth can move to utter, “Come in and sit with me.”. My muse just told me to fuck off!
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balefire's heat: November 2011
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Ramblings from a mind scorched by time. Sunday, November 27, 2011. The trees are talking to me again. I ask them: tell me no lies? They say they do not know what a lie is. And i breathe in a sigh of relief. As the cold wind blows through my hair. And whips around their branches. Across crystalline blue skies. I gaze in awe of their beauty. And wonder if everyone saw them. Through my eyes would they continue. To chop off their limbs, sever their roots. Would they continue to clear the land of them. What w...
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balefire's heat: legacies
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Ramblings from a mind scorched by time. Thursday, June 28, 2012. 8220;My gardens are my legacy. .” Morgan Botanicals, FB Post 6/28/2012. My wisdom is my legacy. The paths I have traveled, the obstacles I have concurred, the trials I have overcome. Lessons have been learned from all of them, the small and the large adhering to form a truth that has been had earned. My life is my legacy. My survival is my legacy. My wisdom is my legacy. My life is my legacy. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
