22 Oct 2013

Going on hiatus. Feeling tired. Will be back.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:15 am

19 Oct 2013

Our Lady Peace – Somewhere Out There by Nate_Perro

posted by John H. Doe @ 1:03 am

16 Oct 2013

Things have changed some since the advent of the last of my visions, which I will call the Event. Mostly I notice it as food tasting differently since then. There remained after I had gotten discharged some beef jerky, and I used to love that stuff, but after, not so much. It tasted somewhat more artificial. And then there was this ramen (not in the packet, but a restaurant), and I told the waitress that I didn’t like their new recipe; the noodles were more pasty than I remembered. But Cup O Noodles, that stuff tastes a little better than it had been. And crab, too, I think. So what does this mean? I have been thrown out of whack. But in a good way. It just manifests weirdly, which one might expect. I wonder what else is different, that I haven’t noticed yet…

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

13 Oct 2013

It is to be feared that the most of us know not how much glory may be in present grace, nor how much of heaven may be obtained in holiness on the earth.

– John Owen

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:55 am

10 Oct 2013

in my blood is the secret written
like a whisper upon the heart of the wind
it cast me from the upper night
my pride was laid waste, destiny’s joke
as the enterprise of chance placed all the pieces
i to enter into a peace strange with oil
a force of light whose wings were not for fashion
and numbers flash by, dense in meaning
tomorrow is preparing to be dangerous
there is no luck, only the mercy of the tide
and am i saved, washed in starlight
but caught in the backdraft of destiny’s wind
fires everywhere i look with my ruby eyes
to travel where no light is familiar
i have come to the source of myself
the same place where destiny is worded
like a whisper upon the heart of the wind
in my blood is the secret written

posted by John H. Doe @ 7:01 pm

7 Oct 2013

1. me
2. philip k.
3. johann
4. mary mog
5. moses
6. elijah
7. jeanne
8. mary mag
9. judas
10. peter

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:53 am

4 Oct 2013

Max Ernst: The Equivocal Woman

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1 Oct 2013

the blur rushes past, what is coming? what has gone?
the mystery unravels from one undone cord
to blow right through the roof of night, beyond
i have outrun the curse, and exhale
the madness that almost comes, lurking overhead
i have faith only in that it all will make sense one day
otherwise are my prophecies child’s wonder…
we stumble into the lap of fate
to curse that which ends up saving our lives
and that madness which threatens like a brooding sky
i will withstand whatever wind and rain
for i am born from above, and light is not so feeble
the mystery that returns back from the farthest edge:
whispers about love from beginning to end
there is no death except we choose to die
the only thing to do in the face of it is to stand
to be one with that light from where is home
to find not just something worth dying for: but to live

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