Dungeonslayer19

Metal, Prog, Video games, Tabletop, Agnostic, Looking into Buddhism. Names Lucas. Peace Love and Rock n' Roll!

[dungeonslayer]

#NowPlaying Big Thinks Do Remarkable by And So I Watch You from Afar

[dungeonslayer]

Acoustic Dubstep, Organic House Music, Cave Music, Jazz, or simply just... Moon Hooch

[dungeonslayer]

at Scotia, New York

[dungeonslayer]

#NowPlaying Take It From Me by KONGOS

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[the-future-now-deactivated20170]

The 2020 Olympics are bringing the future to Japan — and it looks amazing. Oh wait, we forgot artificial meteor showers.

Follow @the-future-now

[the-future-now-deactivated20170]

No, a green moon isn’t going to happen. We’re afraid this hoax is just blowing smoke.

Follow @the-future-now

[dungeonslayer]

Some times you just need to get out. (at Stockade Historic District)

[purplebuddhaproject]

There is no fire like passion No crime like hatred, No sorrow like separation, No sickness like hunger, And no joy like the joy of freedom.

Buddha

(via purplebuddhaproject)

[lollipopcrumbs]

Bernie Sanders isn’t looking for a title or glory. This campaign is for the people, by the people. #DemDebate #Bernie2016

[artisanalbooty]

[pinturas-sgm-aviacion]

1943 Sturmovik in action - Don Greer

[outofcontextdnd]

You can sense evil emimating from his pants.

(via outofcontextdnd)

[purplebuddhaproject]

http://ift.tt/1fKBVbZ

[purplebuddhaproject]

The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions.

Leonardo da Vinci  (via purplebuddhaproject)

[meganvirona]

Very helpful tips if you have a loved one with depression. Here is the actual site 

[alexofthefield-deactivated20181]

I need to remember this.

[poeticallyprofound]

Why Write

{A collab piece with Mike Frawley. The piece is meant to be read side by side but I don’t know how to format it to do so. His words are in the second stanza as it stands now..}

Why even write? These tears can never be vividly explained Within these lines Meaningless to me Can’t properly transmit the pain Or define the strife The anguish that comes with being alive Do you really think that a haiku can heal? Or that sonnets are real? You can’t even feel a poem Especially when it’s read by no one Who cares? Words do nothing but veil Reveal Nothing about the author except That they are scared Don’t actions speak louder? Depicting script Is then nothing but fodder So who gives a shit? Why even bother? You don’t have an answer either, right? …So why even write? Why do I write? Perhaps each word actually authors its own story I, Merely a vessel, Chosen or inspired, conduct this mystical intercourse Of paper and pen While uniquely mine, every poem is equally a gift Shared with all My writing somehow heals, reveals, and releases The best of me Far surpassing my otherwise inadequate attempts To face my life, loss, faith, and fear A few simple words, carefully arranged Can shine as a beacon of hope Held aloft on laughing angel wing They can also flow as a river of understanding Mending wounded souls with the tenderness Of one who has known sorrow intimately Why do I write?

How could I not?