Miracle in the WastesMiracle in the Wastes By Joel Robert ThompsonMiracle in the Wastes
Sweet buds do rise to greet the ascending sky The flame of life sparked of verdant beauty upon a barren sea A kiss most soft to tear the shroud from the heaven’s smile Its delicate petals ignite their scarlet fury upon a desiccated land A fair luster that ends the winter held long by the weed’s voracious thirst Silken elegance that heralds redemption for the vim that fled at the autumn’s approach A vibrance made more magnificent by the emasculated void it charges to fill And as this light spills forth from beyond the clutc
AlcmeneAlcmene By Joel Robert ThompsonAlcmene
Here stand I, the starving raven Darkest night outshone by the spear of splintering perfection Thrust as the rolling waves envelope defeated marble heroes Only to return to their depths after the Sabines have been pillaged From the heavens descends this Golden-tipped Eagle Streaking a sanguine sky unto an exiled mansion Tempest eyes swirl upon the sweetest of azure forms The glowing wisp that lures ignorant innocence with Don Juan’s delightful dance For the prize of Paris blinds as the opiate of desire The hypnotic fruit of discord th
This RiverThis River By Joel Robert ThompsonThis River
Behold here the eleventh muse of wonder For He is the celestial creature of Eurterpe’s designs Brought forth from woman, but angelic in nature Orpheus that rises devoid of the vulgar display of kings
For His Eurydice is the flock He tends vigilantly His lyre made of lightning to win the heart of all And within His hallowed hall does He stand among the sheep Not as their god looming above them
But as the vibrant light itself Warming all the souls that would bask in its beauty But in His sermon does infiltrate the serpent Ca
The Stars that do not ChangeThe Stars that do not Change By Joel Robert ThompsonThe Stars that do not Change
Whilst in the sweet dream of the ancient prize The spiteful fist of enfeeblement clutches hard my eager heart Stealing the fortitude from my triumphant form Taking with it the hope that does fuel courageous resolve A moment’s flash that will reap lightning for eternity An Illusion struck down with the might of Ragnorak’s fury Glory suddenly stupefied by haze as toughened flesh begins to melt Strong fingers go numb beneath the weight of an unseen foe Stripping the sight of the prize of five rings from blinded eyes Retur
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traditional art/ literature: ~frog-rex
photography/ photomanipulations: ~frog-wrecks
secret society
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traditional art/ literature: ~frog-rex
photography/ photomanipulations: ~frog-wrecks
secret society
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traditional art/ literature: ~frog-rex
photography/ photomanipulations: ~frog-wrecks
secret society
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
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