Wednesday, January 29, 2014
allusion photoshop DRAFT
so what i was trying to get with this picture was a 'leave your own print onto the world' kinda thing, but uh ya no
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Allusion Poem Draft
new faces, places
ignite foundational sparks of thought
for what Oh Captain My Captain fought
words collected, crafted
they'd go on for what's longer than what we'd ever lasted
but still we'd have the favorable time to tell of our encountered sensations
summer wind, whim
how the fragments of our minds carry on, and i'd pray that the days be far less grim
the day'd be ours with our declared Carpe Diem!
to live, thrive
does the language of passion allow us to pursue, allow us to everlastingly woo
and so we'd use this as we'd suck all of we could out of great life
individual notion, thought
shouldn't be so easily bought, isn't just a mere smear of old tattered brain gear
this was all shared as well as found in our cave underground
only ours, exclusively
in no other's could you find what's going through my own mind
like Todd we'd all have our thoughts odd
opened doors, so much more
does the art of words provide
this kind of freedom Neil would try to strive
ignite foundational sparks of thought
for what Oh Captain My Captain fought
words collected, crafted
they'd go on for what's longer than what we'd ever lasted
but still we'd have the favorable time to tell of our encountered sensations
summer wind, whim
how the fragments of our minds carry on, and i'd pray that the days be far less grim
the day'd be ours with our declared Carpe Diem!
to live, thrive
does the language of passion allow us to pursue, allow us to everlastingly woo
and so we'd use this as we'd suck all of we could out of great life
individual notion, thought
shouldn't be so easily bought, isn't just a mere smear of old tattered brain gear
this was all shared as well as found in our cave underground
only ours, exclusively
in no other's could you find what's going through my own mind
like Todd we'd all have our thoughts odd
opened doors, so much more
does the art of words provide
this kind of freedom Neil would try to strive
"O me, O life of the questions of these recurring. Of the endless trains of the faithless. Of cities filled with the foolish. What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer: that you are here. That life exists and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse."
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
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