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America, We Are Failing!

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America, We Are Failing!

America, we are failing! We Our are own worst enemy. We Abridge freedoms in the name of security, And demand respect but refuse to give it. We Have become a nation Of "Me first!" and "What's in it for me?" We No longer recognize that the good of our fellow man Has a relationship to our own well being And the wholeness of our souls. We Permit our leaders to shout down dissent; To bluster and threaten without giving Anything back to the people. We Focus on imposing our wills, Browbeat each other to conform, And actively destroy attempts to build consensus. We Replace reasoned debate with hyperbole and lies, People with numbers, And compa
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Every Choice

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Every Choice

Life is just the way it is And somehow it's all come to this. Some days I feel a little lost And disinclined to count the cost Of every choice I've made along the way. When I wake in darkness here, I find that there is no one there. I splash my face and dry the sink And wonder if you ever think Of every choice we've made along the way. Sometimes love is not enough. The way gets lost, the heart gets tough. I'm looking out at empty skies. A restless walk across the rise Is all there is to do at 4 a.m. Sit at the park bench up the hill Write my words and drink my fill Of coffee in the bottle at my side. I did my best. I hoped. I tried. That's
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Fray o' Clock

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Fray o' Clock

Awake, I contemplate the hour. While the minutes slip Into shadows and silence. When the darting duel Betwixt tick and tock Is finally ended, Will I dream?
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Ritual

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Ritual

There is comfort in ritual, But mine is not the ritual of church and altar; Mine is the ritual Of brush and comb And four hooves dancing.
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The Glass

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The Glass

Bloody footprints in the kitchen. Sparkling glass upon the floor. Was the glass half empty Or half full?
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good little worm

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good little worm

in the end they left us no dreams worth having and we ate our lies like good little worms chewing our way through the media-controlled prepackaged society of trash they built for us while our brains rot so go ahead and shit money for the undeserving spin that silk out your ass and clothe the rich good little worm
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The Girl That Believes

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The Girl That Believes

She is everything you wanted But nothing that you needed, Well, except for that one thing, She is the girl that believes. She sings to spirits in the trees, Plays with every passing breeze, Dances with flowers in the rain, And howls back at far off trains. Yeah she's got that one thing. She is the girl that believes In six impossible things And the possible you. She shows you the heart of everything And turns your Winter into Spring. She is the girl that believes And your smile is just for her.
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your hands are a blur

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your hands are a blur

your hands are a blur not because you are quick or somehow preternaturally fast your hands are a blur because i am sad and very drunk besides
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America, We Are Failing!

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America, We Are Failing!

America, we are failing! We Our are own worst enemy. We Abridge freedoms in the name of security, And demand respect but refuse to give it. We Have become a nation Of "Me first!" and "What's in it for me?" We No longer recognize that the good of our fellow man Has a relationship to our own well being And the wholeness of our souls. We Permit our leaders to shout down dissent; To bluster and threaten without giving Anything back to the people. We Focus on imposing our wills, Browbeat each other to conform, And actively destroy attempts to build consensus. We Replace reasoned debate with hyperbole and lies, People with numbers, And compa
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Every Choice

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Every Choice

Life is just the way it is And somehow it's all come to this. Some days I feel a little lost And disinclined to count the cost Of every choice I've made along the way. When I wake in darkness here, I find that there is no one there. I splash my face and dry the sink And wonder if you ever think Of every choice we've made along the way. Sometimes love is not enough. The way gets lost, the heart gets tough. I'm looking out at empty skies. A restless walk across the rise Is all there is to do at 4 a.m. Sit at the park bench up the hill Write my words and drink my fill Of coffee in the bottle at my side. I did my best. I hoped. I tried. That's
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Fray o' Clock

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Fray o' Clock

Awake, I contemplate the hour. While the minutes slip Into shadows and silence. When the darting duel Betwixt tick and tock Is finally ended, Will I dream?
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Ritual

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Ritual

There is comfort in ritual, But mine is not the ritual of church and altar; Mine is the ritual Of brush and comb And four hooves dancing.
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The Glass

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The Glass

Bloody footprints in the kitchen. Sparkling glass upon the floor. Was the glass half empty Or half full?
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Poor Player

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Poor Player

I want to kiss you like a song. I want to clothe you in dreams and dance across the stage of life. I want to... but I can't. The song upon your lips is a duet Meant for someone else, it seems. I cede the stage and footlights' gleam And fly for shadow in the wings. Goodbye my one-time love, goodbye.
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Broken Stones

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Broken Stones

... And I dance Among the broken Stones of my belief. A heart once touched By the madness of it Embraces silence first, Then peace.
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Now That We're 22

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Now That We're 22

Foreign syllables fall from my mouth, clatter to the floor like pearls on hardwood. Browsing old names is breaking into a former life and looking at pictures I can't remember posing for. It feels like the rotting wood under the sugar maple where we pretended we were stranded as if there wasn't grilled cheese waiting in the kitchen, or the once-blank cassette that we replayed while insisting our voices couldn't really sound like that. It's equal parts pain and relief, knowing you can't trace my footsteps under the eaves of my memory as I think of you, and that I have no way of knowing if you've ever done the same.

On the use of Indoor Recess as Birth Control

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On the use of Indoor Recess as Birth Control

If you've ever been in a room with 15 children who have personalities that match as well as plaid and polka-dots, moreover if this room is tiny and stuffy, you will quickly learn just how loud a human voice can get before you feel inclined to curl into fetal position and rock until they ask you what you're doing as opposed to throwing words, blocks, and anything else they think you can't see them pick up. This frustration proves the theory of relativity quite nicely. It is only overshadowed by how a series of tiny hugs can make you forget how you decided that maybe you didn't want children. Or at least not 15.

I.O.U

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I.O.U

There's a line for lottery tickets today. I stare at the back of a line of heads and wonder how much they would give for a winner, how they'd use their billion-dollar fix. The man in front twists his niccotine fingers and mumbles his lucky numbers, a six-digit prayer to such unholy saints, those paper-green faces. You have a better chance of being struck by lightning than you do breaking out of debt before you're forty-- If my parents wouldn't suffer for my monetary sins, my negative worth in the eyes of capital gods, I would stand in thundering fields with my kite to the cumulonimbus. I am banking on a set of asinine numbers, asking

30

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30 June 6, 2014 edit June 25, 2014 I love this man who sleeps by my side,                     still & calm, despite my scribblings & mutterings at 3:00 AM, X-files reruns playing low in the background & it is quite possible that we are old, that we now qualify, somehow, making me strangely happy while he rolls his eyes & mutters grumpily under his breath. Our wolf tiptoes onto the mattress, her nose between his shoulder                                                  blades, tail carelessly draped over a foot, here there is peace        & I know,             without knowing why, that if I am ever asked

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  • Aug 31
  • United States
  • Deviant for 15 years
  • He / Him
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My Bio
I love the outdoors.
I've hiked to mountaintops to watch meteors.
I ride horses.
I've been paintball crazy.
I go cross-country skiing.
I dress like a pirate.
I write poetry and the occasional short story.
I play the Native American flute and the ocarina.
I dabble with synthesizers and guitars.
I make jewelry.
I take photographs.
I write programs.

Current Residence: Tumwater, WA
deviantWEAR sizing preference: L
Favourite genre of music: Folk, Pop, Celtic
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: Windows Media Player on my PC, Droid X

Favourite Movies
Disney's Robin Hood
Favourite Writers
Dylan Thomas
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox 360
Tools of the Trade
Microsoft Word, Photoshop, Beads, Wire, String, Leather, Pliers, Flute, Guitar, Synthesizers
Other Interests
Everything under the sun.

Of Flutes and Harps and Life-saving Interruptions

Of Flutes and Harps and Life-saving Interruptions

Well this was supposed to get posted back in August when it actually happened but my browser ate my homework, so to speak, and I gave up in frustration figuring that it was gone forever. Recently I discovered it stashed away in Stash, so here it is. I haven't been doing much writing at the moment. Eventually, I'll get back to that. For now, the things that I've been finding joy in don't really work so well on dA. Also, I've wanted a harp for a long time. Price, however, was always a stumbling block for met. Surprisingly, a few weeks ago I ran across one at a local pawn shop. It seems that somehow they end up with a Dusty Strings Ravenna 26
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Happy Hapi Drum

Happy Hapi Drum

I just found a Hapi Drum at the local pawnshop and decided to buy it. While researching my purchase I found this link http://youtu.be/NPaH6Br_J6w from their site to a very cool piece of music. Now I've got mine home and am messing about with it.
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Shootings and Reactions

Shootings and Reactions

I've seen a lot of things going around about the shootings that occurred recently -- Many of them in poor taste, falsely attributed, or just plain wrong. I'd like to remind people that it's ok to react emotionally to these events, but after that initial reaction, take a step back, do some fact checking, and ask yourself, "Is that really what I want to say?" I also want to share something that I do think is helpful and was created before these incidents: http://fci.org/new-site/par-tragic-events.html
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9Days General Artist
Happy Birthday!
Hi! Just wanted to say hi. =) how's life?
SynnicHobbyist General Artist
Hi! I haven't been on dA much lately. Sorry it took so long to reply. Life has been pretty good mostly --  and really busy. I've been helping some friends with their podcast www.outofthefridgecomics.com and, of course, I'm still playing with horses and making music. How've you been?
9Days General Artist
Happy Birthday!
SynnicHobbyist General Artist
Thanks.
callerofcrowsHobbyist Writer
Thank you for the fave! :D