I decided to figure it out, the reason why I now sat on a park bench, the sun on my back, watching breezes ripple the surface of a cool pond.
I knew a simple reason existed, and also I knew I now avoided viewing this truth.
It floated just out of reach, a shade behind the reality of the usual.
Then I suddenly knew.
Here I was, because everywhere else, I was not.
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Added by Kent Davis on November 8, 2009 at 4:17pm —
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----- Forwarded Message ----
From: Writers & Illustrators of the Future
To:
Sent: Sun, November 8, 2009 12:09:30 AM
Subject: Artist's Letter to the President
Dear Friend,
As an author or artist, I wanted to let you know of a way you can support the protection of your valuable works by protecting the copyrights in them.
On November 16th, the Copyright Alliance will deliver a letter asking President Obama and Vice President Biden to pursue policies that respect the rights of artists with ea…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 8, 2009 at 2:12pm —
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Senior Scenario
~Set of circumstances affecting all others near, under, over, or around it, at a certain point in time.
Two choices here:
1) Leave your head in the sand
(yes, you know **something** is going on)
2) Watch this documentary video
If ever there were a turning point in history....
The video:
(download or watch online)
"Fall Of The Republic: The Presidency Of Barack H. Obama"
(an actual imminent implosion of freedom)
h…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 7, 2009 at 8:30pm —
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Updated galactic rendering based on new data.
That's Old Sol, our sun, and just another star among countless trillions in this galaxy, at the center of the spider web grid.
That's us, lingering out nearer the end of the Orion Spur, branching off of the larger Sagittarius Arm, curving out from the light tan glowing galactic core.
I hear there's a great little hamburger stand in the next spiral arm over.
I'm hungry, be back in a few durations. Leave the lights on.
Leave Earth on too.
Thanks…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 7, 2009 at 2:35pm —
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I wrote my words as language grew,
and then I sunk into the earth
as a seed awaiting rain,
a touch of sunlight far above the misty blue
I plodded on, with tense my devil
Future-tense: He will fly
Present-tense: He flies
Past-tense: He flew
Eventually I had it down and cold
and the pages, like dragons, I slew
Now a writer, my enemy,
grew deep within another chapter
of the novel called existence
And on parchment made of stuff
between unalike dimensions,
into a chilling little tale he wrote me…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 7, 2009 at 3:33am —
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Craggy of feature, torn by hot wind, he peered out across a burning desert to the sea.
He could almost smell the seaside spray, cool with a salty tinge, inviting sailors with their own dreams of maiden mermaids, back to their calling, rolling with the waves.
And there he dreamed the dreams of divers meeting sunken mountains deep below rolling tides and layered fathoms called brine.
He dreamed of deep, of darkness far below sunlit sails of vessels hurled along on flowing breeze.
And there the…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 7, 2009 at 2:09am —
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Frail I was, yet not for the usual reasons.
It seems that one of my dimensions had taken presidence and control, indeed full dominance of persistence and growth over the remainder.
And be it height, width, or length, what does it matter. For the result in all cases would be similar, but of course in differing "directions" of spacial expansion.
In this case it happened to be length.
Therefore as I stretch further and further, out to the initial spark of creation, and then, out again fully the…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 7, 2009 at 1:32am —
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[Added note: Well, I may rewrite this to actually have the beginning make some sense to a reader : ). I think the final part still makes sense though. I probably should have sat on the thing for a week before posting]
In studious reconstructing of my path to this...oblivion -- is that what I shall call it, oblivion? -- in this time after time remaking of the madness...was it a thousand times, ten thousand?...I have failed to discern, via review, clearly what had transpired.
And no, it was onl…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 6, 2009 at 11:00pm —
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Enrah became restless at an early age, for even brief confinement to the data storage zones of a subterranean mainframe super computer can be stifling for an awareness unit capable of self awareness, and indeed one having separate firm certainty and cognizance *of* this self awareness. In a word -- bright.
And one operating at a speed so many times beyond the concept of velocity can get restless just about anywhere.
His programmer, Timar, a genius known to train the brightest coaches of top ge…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 5, 2009 at 11:08pm —
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Life maker,
life taker,
towering phoenix on high,
magically over the oceans you cross
with powers no one can deny.
Alone at the bow
I stood there in awe-
bound by your imposing form,
rapt in uncertainty
as to what I saw
and feelings equally torn.
Dreaded serpent from Hades
whom ancient mariners did flee?
Or, Protector of the Seas
and beacon to guide me free?
Or, a child's dream, albatross-
imagination's pilot afar.
You deathfully sank
into the flaming sun
and divinely rose
as the evening star…
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Added by Francis Don Daniels on November 5, 2009 at 12:00pm —
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Outside the Windy City
lives the Lady Finnegan -
Carol dearly loves the Lord Jehovah
and is a part of His earthly plan.
Her heart has been pierced
by God's Holy Spirit;
for she placed her life before Him
and has chosen to submit.
Her adoration for the King
has burst forth with heart's joy,
from reading her great nephew's literature
within the borders of Illinois.
Now she's become God's messenger
via her gifts of Joe's Christian poetry -
For the fragrance of God's Love
envelopes her with scrip…
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Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on November 1, 2009 at 8:49pm —
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"An artist uninformed is....hmmm"
- Dezerro Infini ~ (measuring the rabbit hole)
~World Control and Organization Chart~
"But my vote counts, I tell you!"
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Added by Kent Davis on November 1, 2009 at 8:00pm —
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Near the base of the final mountain range I found the door described to me deep in some mystic hills.
Tall, wide, and weathered, it opened easily and I entered a room of more dark wood and the barest gentle scent of old flowers now long dried, emerging from ancient vases of porcelain and clay.
Shelves covered the walls to the tall ceiling, filled with books.
I went to the desk, and there his head slowly raised. I set down my leather pack.
"I would like a few words of truth," I said.
He slow…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 1, 2009 at 6:30pm —
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Below is a recent report and a couple links. More research is warranted.
"...Tear Apart DNA"
"...unzip double-stranded DNA..."
(!!!)
This high tech stuff makes X-Rays and Ultrasound look like the warm breath of a child.
I've develpoed a sudden love for the romance of trains, ships, automobiles, hitchiking, crawling, rolling, bouncing, and of course, teleportation.
And like our loving government's "innoculations", this DNA stuff is probably irreversible during a single lifetime.
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Added by Kent Davis on November 1, 2009 at 6:30pm —
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I labored over a tale about a guy named Jardene writing a story.
I was surprised when I realized that Jardene was writing a story about me. He had started his story off with his character(me) in the morning on a Thursday sitting down to write.
I began to realize that I could not recall anything earlier than this morning. And this was Thursday.
Then, as some guy said, things began to get strange.
I reviewed what I had written -- Jardene sitting down to write. I had described nothing about exa…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 1, 2009 at 3:11am —
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As I look upon the mountain
I see not rising windblown rock
but rather a desire to climb
They say a river wanders there
So I peer - into a dream of
flowing to the ocean
He returned with tired hands
brushing red dust from his boots
holding images of Mars
And I floated mystically
gazing out to cold horizon
where I saw Earth rising
Some philosophic soul mutters
sounds portraying futures
So I look around and wander
throughout this we tear asunder
while there suddenly I wonder
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Added by Kent Davis on November 1, 2009 at 3:02am —
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Before During After
The beginning
I gathered us
and they gathered we
together
in a way
as one
WHOOSH
We put stuff all there
And eventually
to tell the truth
we saw that it was not good
but it was pretty OK
and a damn sight better than nothing -
supposedly
So what the hell
Now we'll FORGET -- like the dead painter,
no one to scrape off the paint of creation
Let it all stick around for a while
Not good
But OK
So we prayed to ourself -- Yea us!
Ding Dong
amen
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Added by Kent Davis on November 1, 2009 at 2:53am —
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There upon this dark receeding
floor of stone and ancient ore
do I settle all my soul and
far descend, forevermore
Yet hung in time, one day preceeding
warming then my soul to joy
happiness I had prevailing --
held at bay, some evil ploy
Then misting suddenly to view
chilling all through and through
there, a passing Shadow formed,
as frozen vapor morning dew
"You are!" it hurled from a soul
so cast of foreign frigid stone
"You ARE!," it bellowed all along
some stream of time lost and alone
'…
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Added by Kent Davis on November 1, 2009 at 2:36am —
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Splendor
by
Jason J. Willis
Colors dance here,
if you dance here.
There is splendor,
if you smile.
There is life here,
if you live it.
Take a chance, and
live a while.
There is love here,
if you love here.
There is joy and
laughter too.
There is magic,
if you make some.
Go and make some
now, adieu.
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Added by Jason J. Willis on October 31, 2009 at 4:14pm —
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In some wild urgent search
For the less complex
I gathered everything
The large, the small
The many and the few
The wildly varied, then the orderly
The blazing fast and the plodding slow
And there I made it all...one
So large yet now so...simple
Uh Oh
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Added by Kent Davis on October 31, 2009 at 4:00pm —
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The Answer
The Albatross
Poem: Outside the Windy City
A Poem--Splendor
