Wednesday, August 31, 2016
"A man's mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth. If no useful seeds are put into it, then an abundance of useless weed seeds will fall therein, and will continue to produce their kind." — James Allen
"Cherish your visions. Cherish your ideals. Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts. For out of them will grow all delightful conditions, all heavenly environment, of these, if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built." — James Allen
Monday, August 29, 2016
The Red Light
These thoughts make me dizzy
Dirt roads beneath my feet
I turned my eyes towards the sky
With only myself left to meet
Around Life's merry go round we go
Until you decide to rest easy
You will be what you will to be
Heavy and still or light and breezy
Faith whispered in my ear
There is more to come
Conquer space and time
Start having more fun
There's a belly full of life
There is a haunted dream
My hunger for it all
Makes me walk the balance beam
Lay me out in moonlight
Let me aim at the darkness
The night wants my desire
Gravity hangs it's sign on all of this
Come September
a divine time
I'll become an architect
And build the dream inside my mind
My magic heart
Beating so fast
Time can seem so fragile
Like a looking glass
-B.D.W.
Friday, August 19, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
The glance has been so much abused in love romances that it has finally fallen into disrepute. One hardly dares to say, nowadays, that two beings fell in love because they looked at each other. That is the way people do fall in love, nevertheless, and the only way. The rest is nothing, but the rest comes afterwards. Nothing is more real than these great shocks which two souls convey to each other by the exchange of that spark. — Victor Hugo
Monday, August 15, 2016
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Friday, August 12, 2016
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Syntax of Things
Having this all to myself
Wanting to say things
Beneath this unknown sky
Wandering to a perfect beat
Gaining faith losing control
Makes me feel so alive
I'm shiny enough to be sold
Wanting to say things
Blue, then grey, now white
Never to be quiet
buzzing with the blindness of nightBeneath this unknown sky
Wandering to a perfect beat
Reinventing your name
With a past that can't repeat
Like an empty altar
No angel in sight
Just our telepathic connection
Beckon dear so I can see your light
Wanting to be found
so much to look at
Electric and so alone
Roaming like a stray cat
A gauzy apparition
towering over my dreams
This energy catches me
I'm deciphering what it means
Transparent desire
Offering no resistance
This is meant to be
And everything admits this
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Friday, August 5, 2016
Oh you're in my blood like holy wine ... You taste so bitter and so sweet... Oh I could drink a case of you darlin, Still I'd be on my feet, oh I would still be on my feet... Oh I am a lonely painter, I live in a box of paints, I'm frightened by the devil, And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid... Joni Mitchell
Thursday, August 4, 2016
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