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AfterwordFunerary goods
always include coin to pay
the ferry man's fee.

What if we had always been wrong,
If none waited by the river?

The end of the line
had ever seemed likely
to leave the traveler

abandoned in empty space,
no hope of resolution.
Stranded 2
The end of the line
had ever seemed likely
to leave the traveller

abandoned in empty space,
no hope of resolution.
Formation
Millions of years,
gales sand-blasting solid rock,
shaping mindless art.
A City Augustine Never Dreamed OfSuch strangeness stalks these dream haunted alleys and lanes.
At noon the city's byways still remain submerged in subterranean shadow,

sunk in a motionless reverie. No creature stirs, Within enclosing walls
murmurs, even cries might be heard, were there any curiously listening.

The sun vanishes abruptly. The day ends, precipitating all the activity of night,
the sensual argument of the drum, flares providing erratic, dancing light,

and shadows whirling suddenly like dervishes, across the crumbling plaster
of close packed walls. The alleys seethe with the flesh of strangers,

lives that pass too close to each other, remaining unrecognis
Unicorn
Can she enslave him?
He surrenders his spirit
to her purity.

Does he then become her pet,
is he her beast of burden?
Perspectives
Do people reflect,
each with their own distortion?
So many viewpoints,

each separate, each unique.
As Leibnitz said, each alone.
The Way
Ends and beginnings
cycle perpetually.
Yang dances with Yin.
Shot
He out-stares the lens.
Unblinking digital eyes
won't overawe him.

He's a man not to be caught
so randomly. He's still free.
Hypnopompic
A key too rusted
to turn, a door once solid,
now rotting away.

As sentience stirs again,
the dream's images decay.
Empathy
Can you read her face,
is she wearing hope or pain?
Her visage a mask.
Awakening
All of us can share
the sweet kiss of the sun's warmth,
and the spring's fresh air.
SpeechlessWhat happens when some one too close to you dies?

When in the shaded room, the high tide of pain abates,  when the room is filled with final silence, when organic motion at last has ceased. The familiar face becomes a mask, no longer illuminated from within. You hold a hand mirror before the transfigured face. The reflection remains clear, unfilmed. The breath of life is no more. Solitude blossoms around you (like those chaste lilies that will decorate the funereal church).

Neither staying or going will alter the implacable truth.

you can speak only
in regret's sad dialect,
sighing your losses.
SagacityDid he love wisdom?
His love was unrequited.
In his heart he knew
.
none could cultivate the void
from which alone all else grew.
Romance In GermanyGeorg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
did not invent the bagel.
He found the dialectic
made him much less dyspeptic.
ColloquyWhere, I asked, does the sun set?

Have never heard? It's swallowed by the Western Sea.

But how then can the sun rise?

Child, your dazzled eyes are too easily misled,

How can a hero rise again after he's dead?

Yet I see what I have seen. Are so many heroes then,

that they're extinguished every day?

You have seen what you have seen,

we faithless creatures can only watch and pray.
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Her unsighted eyes
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Vulnerable as she seems
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The power of flight
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the world left behind.

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Mood: Love =time-warrior Mar 23, 2013
Ah! I still take that flight sometimes. It is good to release the gravity of "adulthood" and for a few moments just soar in the pure joy of being alive with all of life's possibilities still intact. :heart:
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*AlecBell Mar 23, 2013
Indeed! thank you. Jon captured a perfect moment!
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=time-warrior Mar 27, 2013
You are most welcome.

I agree that is a wonderful capture, a perfect portal to transport the viewer to a time that held such moments of freedom in their own lives ... I would hope. ^_^

:peace::)
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*Corvidae65 May 27, 2012
Would that we all could close our eyes and be as free as a child again :maeditate: Excellent work, Alec :clap:
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*AlecBell May 28, 2012
Too true, John! Damn my stiff joints!
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~Piscesandthediamonds Apr 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
aww :heart:
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*AlecBell Apr 25, 2012
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Mood: Love *chryssalis Apr 18, 2012
Beautiful!!:love:
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*AlecBell Apr 18, 2012
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~Aseamlessbonds Apr 17, 2012  Student General Artist
So True! :love:
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