photography
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I saw and liked so I played with it in Photoshop.
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Perhaps that was my closure—Overwhelming sense of dread.But nothing here has changed it’s allWithin my lying head.If I just keep my focus on the goal I want achievedThen I can do the sort of things nobody will believe.
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I’m using my cosmic powersTo smell these lovely flowers.I hope you do the same.It keeps a good man sane.Just catch their wafting fragrance.Flowers aren’t a vagrance.They’re Isis’ gift to all of us, see?The Mother loves us and the bees.
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I hope you don’t tire of reading me praise Her because I cannot stop doing it. I kissed her on Strawberry Moon.She came to me and what a loonI acted when I saw her face.I can’t believe her charm and grace.If you were there, then you’d fall too.It’s what any poet would do.It’s all platonic…
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I’m just collecting photos I see and tweaking them in Photoshop.
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I’d retire tooIf I had nothing to do.If I’d already proven everythingAnd didn’t feel a need.So these people in their 60’sWho do not need more moneyWhy are these people working?Isn’t that real funny?
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The ghost of Edgar Allan PoeVisits me in dreams.He does it to inspire me.At least that’s how it seems.I told him he inspired meFrom when I first picked up a pen.He apologized for GoldbugAnd then was gone again. To this day his words do echoIn my fertile ear.“I’m sorry it was racist.”A fault I find…
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I have put a lot of things together that not a lot of people seem to have put together like Sol=Soul and that also Jesus is an archetype of both the Sun and the human soul. And I don’t exactly understand why the Sun has always been synonomous with the human soul but I have…
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I love unruly tanagers.The more unruly the better.I love the sparrows. Love the wrens.Love the red woodpeckers.I sometimes sit on my balconyAnd bathe myself in their song.I even sing to the trees.I think they sing along.
Musings of the Mad 