Author Archives: Epoch Awareness. Writer, J.D. Hughes

About Epoch Awareness. Writer, J.D. Hughes

I write. Do you read? I write. I write words: Carefully and consistently, and chaotically, from the deep pulsar unison of the still mind (or the violent undoing of the still mind); Sometimes I resemble Robert Zimmerman (my hair uncut, my mind uncut, all unregulated thoughts, wind haphazard along a pale american brow too). Sometimes, Sometimes words are fragments of paragraphs and you find them eschew in and from time, and with care, in the long ribbon fabric or one single unsealed cosmic spiral, and then they burn wild like black-holes ( birthing voids built the milky way); Still there are words so heavy and pure that they anchor fast the mind to the mere memory of their syllables in the quiet echoes, in and around, the deep violet sea of the questioning readers inner-mind. I write sentences: In strands, like silk, or links in chains, or diamond arranged compressed carbon coal electrons, or the frequency of more intimately woven atoms; In intricate quilts of reason, and warmly glowing sheets of cotton fiction that cover you at 4 am on a Sunday (with the sun bright and a bastard, soon to be hitting your face from the slats in the window shades); I write paragraphs, and as such I consider it a duty of the considerate and conflicted human to consider their conflicts human, and consider: In airports, in churches, in penthouses in Hollywood (who overlook the homeless mountains and the slanting fogs of debilitated industries, and the vacuum seduction, and lifeless Angel City in the Wests bleached blonde sand, and lids of imagery cover sad vacant eyes), in station wagons, in deep wood temples in Maine, near the Androscoginn River, where the Native Americans caught silver fish and eternity lived off communal tides to the distant ocean, which is now more black than the sky from our waste, now wrought with the studied three-headed-demon-fish, (but still a holy place Maine, it glows); In any meaningful medium, known or noun, imaginable is mans only true duty. It is mans only Deity (For what was with God, what was God? The Word was, In The Beginning). To chase the promise that reality and truth are not yet only relative devices, and leaving these scriptures: On brains, and on paper, and on papyrus, and old plaster, and on the backs of old Polaroids (once someone did at least), the thin skin on wet hands who ru

She, American In The Dream

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Awakening At Death

Every Angelic Butterfly- Must first endure The sorrows of The Worm.

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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

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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

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The Path Of Unwavering Truth-

Greet each friend, every foe, And all of the lonesome beggars, as if they were The Great Leader.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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

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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

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