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
Tag Archives: Writing
This Land Is Our Land
And all I ever wanted, Was to be alone At sea.
Spring Burial
I’ll suffer no more kindness. Give me not one more Angel- With eye’s that steal light Like diamonds, With bodies as taught As a crucifix, With wing’s as smooth As ravens, With shadow’s like blood On the walls. Give me … Continue reading
In Blood And In Breath I Awake
I have loved so many things, But none as much as Angel wings I have hated many dreams, Except the ones inside the seams Reveal me in each revelry, Dismiss me in my misery I sing in universal time, I … Continue reading
Northern Bell Song (A Lament )
The bells are quiet In Korea today- It seems that an old god Has fell by the way- The icy lakes crack, The mountain tops glow- The children are weeping Their blood is much thicker- In death- bones, in life- … Continue reading
Lady Ghost Beauty
I am a ghost- I dwell in my tombs, she is the spirit who quiets the winds, A pearl have I grown- untouched and silver, she is the lady who changes like seasons, All wisdom incarnate Cannot speak my reason, … Continue reading
Death At Dawn
Soft song Soft song, Tapered colors, old smokes along the Mad Worlds. Shrill abandon Soft sung, hazard-kill Death’s Race. Considered we tribes- Holy, Holy, Holy, Windswept-forgiven- Holy, Holy, Holy, Rainfall condemned- Captive, we solar councils Elect elements of Diana by … Continue reading
Legends In The Pits
Cauldrons dripping ivory mists drawn, Sapphire sky sliding upon the unsung brow, Revelation myths converge, although a lie, Seraphim watch man weeping crystal eyes, We are the low ones forbidden, from truths hearth, we are the fallen third Heaven bound … Continue reading
Skin Crawls With Sex, At Fire, Or On Tepid Wounds -But Always Until Death
Slither like new Thought, and curled like Old mists; Diligent addiction to feeling; Yes, it’s a Perilous attraction to live, And a Copious occupation to Die -or to Bury those who have Or To care for those who are Dying, … Continue reading
Epoch Awareness. Writer, J.D. Hughes
Epoch Awareness -- Writer J.D. Hughes 