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[johnnyquesst]

The Powerless Plummet

Where I dared never look floods my vision 

Haunting my heart 

Bringing me to my knees at a bedside 

My searing love proven powerless 

In the presence of inevitably 

So my love flowed and raged out of my eyes 

Sobbing from the stab wounds of life’s bleak realities 

The way things had to be, had to be shown 

That this loss was real, that this loss was all I knew 

Cold indifference answered in silent agony

Drowning in memories, submerged in the tide pools 

Of intense longing for the days when I slept 

In the warm nest of my mother’s embrace

[johnnyquesst]

The Love of Life in Ruin’s Garden

Lightning plunged through the thick fog                                                  Emerging from an inexplicable storm                                                                And struck my spine                                                                                Fracturing the sheet of grim grime                                                                  Made of mire and muck                                                                                      So I rose up from sorrow’s floor                                                                        And walked and breathed a nutritious breath                                              Bathing in sunlight’s softness                                                                              As the door clapped shut at my back 

Mom was in bed                                                                                        Descending down the spiral stairs                                                                        To a depth the light couldn’t reach                                                                      As if she were suspended low                                                                              In the heaving ocean or lost                                                                                  In space’s vast vacuum                                                                                      The only sounds that reached her                                                                    Were distant echoes 

And yet I had to leave the house behind                                                            For an aimless hope had penetrated                                                                  My bleak pattern of despair                                                                              And rearranged it if only for now                                                                            So I could see the other side                                                                              And the animating force                                                                            Approached and brushed my cheek                                                                  Lifting me with the substance                                                                              Of its loving whispers 

And as she strode into the belly of the spiral                                                    She glanced over the rail                                                                                Down down down and                                                                                        Light met her gaze                                                                                            With more luminosity than                                                                                What shimmering was left from above                                                              And the animating force                                                                            Approached and brushed her cheek                                                            Embracing her in a precious amber glow                                                            Until the edge of her aura                                                                            Touched the light from                                                                                    Down down down                                                                                                And the distinction                                                                                  Disappeared 

I had done all I could do                                                                                    With the one exception                                                                                        Of doing nothing                                                                                                And letting her walk across                                                                                That giant bridge without                                                                                      A loving hand to hold                                                                                          For the bridge I speak                                                                                          Can only support the weight                                                                                Of a single life that                                                                                              Has fully lived                                                                                                    Said the loving whispers on my walk

[stringerbells-deactivated202105]

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[johnnyquesst]

So Long

Maybe there’s just no way

To stay the tide

Of a predestined pattern

From washing our castles away

[johnnyquesst]

Calendar X

Time slips passed

Future fades to present

And the present never lasts

All so sudden

All behind our backs

Is it all fated?

Is the sculpture dried and cast?

Or does it spring anew?

Can we really steer our craft?

[johnnyquesst]

Emma

[neilnevins-deactivated20240617]

[beeishappy]

Armageddon is one of the few DVDs I didn’t sell because Ben Affleck on the commentary track is relentless. Below is the clip of the commentary from where this tidbit of trivia came from. Please take a moment to witness the magic.

[nightgaunts-deactivated20161212]

this is so fucking funny

[cupsofjade-deactivated20250509]

“aim the drill at the ground and turn it on”

[dapperalbinobudgie]

im cracking up lmfaoooo “didnt you see apollo 13, boy?”

[johnnyquesst]

Caught in the Word Web

Words are boundaries. In order to know and catalogue and sensify, you must also resign yourself to getting lost in the maze of language, cornered by concepts. The boundaries of words may be invisible but we still walk in accordance with their walls.

[thevaultofretroscifi]

[johnnyquesst]

Topsy Derby

hurry up, rush and be patient. hush hush, the silence is vacant. lush crush, you lust at the surface but fall in the basement.

[johnnyquesst]

Sharp Relief

Attempting to live a life full of life

Cold knife, warm spill

It’s always the heat of the moment

That gives you the coldest chills

[johnnyquesst]

Impossible innversion

Some days, every thing is evidence that life is malevolent. Other days, there's just glimmer and shine where sitting back is all that's needed to allow things to happen on their own time.

[thesassformers]

[kidmograph]

3 ST∆TES

Got this image before sleep last night. How I presume my body is divided.

[johnnyquesst]

Musing While Waiting for the Muse #1

Dumping fire water down into my belly. I feel it sloshing around, working its woozy magic on me. From pond glass to rippling pond, blur contorts my next move so I smear right along.

[johnnyquesst]

A Ghost that Floats My Heart

I ambled after her. Treading upstream over moss-laden rock, parting beams of warm light with outstretched limbs. The wonders of the woods rendered into ever sharper relief, beckoning for my eye and rustling for the gift an intent ear.

Over narrow stream necks. Under giant logs. I strode to the beat in my heart, calmly hastening as I drew closer to the angelic nymph who culminated and completed the rapturous splendor that arranged for our eventual meeting.