Thursday, November 17, 2011
Another Day ... another verr
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That one small weakness
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She
Stan Rice
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Fuzzy Logic
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Apollonian Veil
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Saturday, November 5, 2011
The Enlightened Ones

The Lightning Riders
From Santi’s earthly tomb with demon’s hole,
‘Cross Rome the mystic elements unfold.
The path of light is laid, the sacred test,
Let angels guide thee on thy lofty quest.
~ Milton
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Thursday, November 3, 2011
Those Eyes
I am home though a part of me is missing
that part of me that could stand
the dismal selfishness of contrite beings
It is like nails along a chalkboard now
Whatever it takes to make it cease
I shall without thought
do it
The silence is indeed golden
The solitude precious
I am not the same
nor will I ever be
Do you not see my precious
how much more
I grow like you
In the end
you will hate me
for all that you hate of yourself
and then I will simply smile again
For it will be passion
the same passion that has been like talons on a chalkboard
screeching deafening piercingly fierce
as fierce as that which I have felt
when I am within your veins
It is my blood that makes your pulse
~hers 2006
more to come ...
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Tell Tale Heart
I see thee yet, in form as palpableAs this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before.
There's no such thing:
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Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Within
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Thursday, July 15, 2010
Looking down into
The Valley of Shadows
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Silent Scream
and under your wings
Your Truth
Why then
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Sunday, April 11, 2010
Cold ... so Cold
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Saturday, April 10, 2010
Tuchuk
My crown is in my heart, not on my head, Nor decked with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: My crown is called content: A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.
Shakespeare, William
So when does it happen that you become what you are meant to be?
I am Tuchuk
and together We are Tuchuk
There is not one Tuchuk and two Tuchuk .. we are all Tuchuk.
We stand together as a whole with as many different parts as there are hearts. Change takes a day and another day and it take speaking and continuing to speak and those that do not listen .. do not listen but those that do become part of the voice. And when the voice speaks as one it is the roar of thunder heard across the plains deafening all.
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