Category Archives: Flying and Falling

Tarot #4: The Devil, Taking a Leap onto the Wild Side

Posted on August 10, 2018 by randomyriad

Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains. –Hafiz Asking no permission for the sensual impulse the spiral force of the universe runs through us freeing our spirits with the creative act … Continue reading →

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Another April Poem

Posted on April 29, 2018 by randomyriad

A Drift Everything then was falling apart and coming together simultaneously, situations bleeding noiselessly, the saturation of  wicking colors through beige fibers suddenly impacted by  metal and glass screaming to a halt bodies flying in all directions trying to land … Continue reading →

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Dan Deacon – When I’m Done Dying

Posted on December 22, 2015 by randomyriad

Originally posted on synthetic zerØ:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TuJqUvBj4rE

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Shine

Posted on March 9, 2014 by randomyriad

In the backroom, through the trees Light is falling from the sun  Down the wind, clowns roll moaning Manic roosters on the run Madly Leaping, talons emblazoned At their shadows, madly Crowing growing larger in the lateness soon to be winging on there way  … Continue reading →

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May Travels Like a Poem Through Me/ Journal Entries from May 2012: Part 1

Posted on December 19, 2012 by randomyriad

5/1 Dream Scenes: I I skateboard up the hill past families slowly walking up in the twilight from the Van’s market car-less parking lot where two ghost, one tall and one small, stand faintly glowing. A thin, brown faced woman … Continue reading →

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