Epoch Awareness –jdwordpress@yahoo.com
A Consideration Of Things, some that have been, some that cannot be, and true dreams ersatz of Truth.
Its A Collaboration.
Communicate with one another and consider:Publish Progressive Principles In Electro-Polar Ink
Make a digital mental electric harem (of concepts) for the lost:
Poets,
Parishioners,
Critics,
Artists,I love my records. They
Spin and they
Sing. Analog living is essential to
Life as we know it.Post Comment Poems,
Post comment Essays,
Post comment flash fiction,
Post rhythmic convergence of sight-sound-thought-today/ tonightAnd of course enjoy your stay,
Its an new age each day today,
Awareness comes with every new breath,
And before,
And after,
Each
crosshatched pixel; gathered and shot into your thin-glass-liquid-screen display; or inserted peripherally or directly into your your eye sockets ( rods, cones, or retinas);Its Literary, Literal, Lingering; its an EPOCH OF
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SJ.D. Hughes
PS: I Like good Art, Good Art Is Generally Made By Poor Men, For No Food.
If your a Publisher, I'd Appreciate your time.
If your a Writer, Human, or other form of Artist,
Id appreciate hearing your voice,But SPEAK SOFTLY;
Art deserves reverence
After
All.J.D.H.
Inert Components Of Actual Thought
Author Archives: Epoch Awareness. Writer, J.D. Hughes
Awakening At Death
Every Angelic Butterfly- Must first endure The sorrows of The Worm.
Perfect Order
On this Earth there is no such thing as a Perfect Order- Yet there are symmetries; that can delight us for a time, or likewise, curse us eternally. There is God And then There is The rest of us. J.D. … Continue reading
Truth # 7
12 But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name: 13 Which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, … Continue reading
The Path Of Unwavering Truth-
Greet each friend, every foe, And all of the lonesome beggars, as if they were The Great Leader.
Face is but a Mask- Elder of Elders, And The Only Song Of Unending:
Behold! This body is a mask to adore, or to scorn oft, to weep for, abandon, cherish, and belove! In this face is each smooth stone of the endless rivers- -my skin is milked of the bone of Earth, -my … Continue reading
The City
The city is filled with Jazz tonight- and beneath all those bright lights, faces, masks, skirts, And aren’t all those bare legs just like Jazz.
Madness and Knowing
Never lie to a Genius- Never tell the truth to a Madmen. Lie to the Madman, telling him of his genius- speak softly to the Genius, for he can already tell that you are certainly mad.
The Crossing
I Shall Stand, At The Crossing of Jabbok- Do you remember The beauty of The Crossing? When all we knew was Far behind, When all we had was On our backs, When all our idols Fell to the floor, When … Continue reading
Pride of the Templar’s Prayer-
“I will assert my dominance over your foolish eastern Idols- I’ll shall bury your gods in the ashes of their goddess wives, I will summon all four winds to cover them in the ruins abounding, I will call hell, hail, … Continue reading