Colour and Ducks

Conor. 21. Irish. I love music; to listen and to play. I like to write, but don't commit to it much as I'd like to. I live a weird mix of urban and rural life, and like animals very much. I like nature more than I expect, and I enjoy photography a lot. I take pictures, but am no photographer. I suffer from severe wanderlust. Give me a photograph or a description and I'm there in my mind, living and breathing a different life in a totally different place, with different people. I love humour but this blog lacks in it simply because that's the one thing I can convey properly in 'real' life, so I feel no need to here. I'm currently majoring in Law and Philosophy. I love abstract thought put into art, music or literature. It's truly wonderful and beautiful, but I dislike artistic snobbery. There is no reason, to my mind, why, in spite of it all, one should not aspire to remain honest and grounded at all times.

[allalongthelighthouse]

Anyone out there!? I feel many millions of miles away from the human who set this up. It’s been years!  I want to start again with a meditation/psycho-analysis/philosophy themed blog. Should I tear this one down from the inside and continue or should I start afresh? Any suggestions? Any other blog formats you’d recommend over tumblr? And anyone who I interacted with before - I’d love to hear how life has unfolded with you!

[allalongthelighthouse]

Anyone out there!? I feel many millions of miles away from the human who set this up. It’s been years!  I want to start again with a meditation/psycho-analysis/philosophy themed blog. Should I tear this one down from the inside and continue or should I start afresh? Any suggestions? Any other blog formats you’d recommend over tumblr? And anyone who I interacted with before - I’d love to hear how life has unfolded with you!

[allalongthelighthouse]

Anyone out there!? I feel many millions of miles away from the human who set this up. It’s been years!  I want to start again with a meditation/psycho-analysis/philosophy themed blog. Should I tear this one down from the inside and continue or should I start afresh? Any suggestions? Any other blog formats you’d recommend over tumblr? And anyone who I interacted with before - I’d love to hear how life has unfolded with you!

[allalongthelighthouse]

Our father, where hast thou left us? Harrowed by thy name Thy Kingdom won By war and gun, and all in the hope of heaven For this day our blood has shed As we separate the classes Our neighbours once are strangers now And we lead ourselves into annihilation Delivered by our cerebral So what is this Kingdom that only seeks power And where is the glory in love that devours?

[allalongthelighthouse]

Looks

It's like being tickled by heaven I believe in a golden land its pull is stronger than me it's beyond me like a father to a child but how it pulls me from my frail worries love was my biggest hole how pure I am now in your light a tear could stream from my face my heart could pump warm your laughter tickles my soul your glance sets me alight my everything burns for you you've crossed my boarders of silence you've left your print upon me You're smooth like the sand and free like the wind I'm lost in your shapes I'm gripped by your sound I worship your echo how sweet it is I can taste it, I can smell it Oh lord answer me now I call to you because I believe I believe I believe I believe let me not go back I surrender, this is divine.

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Beautiful views of the lower Cascades from sunrise on Mt. Hood.

Submitted by Jesse Hambley

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Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe

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A Winter Night

Wherein the wind blows, A thought directs to lonely feet, I know it like a clock ticks, You knew it like rain drops; We were meant to be.

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I beg you to see the poetry in life let not their sounds fall on occupied ears let not a bird's cry or a child's call strike you as a mystery in the wonderful symphony of life

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I've felt my way to your eyes and still they hold nobly deep. What is it that flows so steadily through you? Your gaze is nothing defined yet perfectly sincere. I see the volcanic hint of blue; I see behind the mountains. What gold do you keep in those riverbeds? Should I desire it? Is it not magic that keeps those eyes so calm? Where am I to go? Should I run to you? Will you watch me? Oh, how I'd run. What is it within me that knows that is not the way?

[allalongthelighthouse]

It's funny how "bitter sweet" is my favourite feeling at the end of stories. I often wonder if that's the world or me.

[allalongthelighthouse]

Oh the flute in my soul! how sweet the sound how sorrow the cry, you lead me astray, you keep me warm, am I lost, am I safe?

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I can't imagine it and that's infinity

Six Word Story

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To my Infatuation

You're a dancer in a play to sift and whim my words away. You capture the shapes and the forms in beauty and though you've stood still your eyes run deep like no other, your silhouette floats imperiously, and I float too, lost in useless stutter.

[allalongthelighthouse]

Stories; all she had was stories.

Six Word Story

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The zig zag of life