"What happened next?"
"I was cut off from others. I was something different. I couldn't talk with them even if they could understand. And I came to know that they couldn't understand. When I talked with others they took it as symbolic and others simply left forever. But I stayed. Because there was no where else to go. Those who might believe my words were literal were usually insane, and usually it was insanity of their own devising."
"Why do you believe that conclusion?"
"Because it is true. They got so focused on the power granted by the thing that they forgot the responsibility. They got so focused on the privilege that they looke
Once upon a time there was a being that was infinite.
But not just infinite, but so infinitely infinite that even the things he touched took on a quality of the infinite,
So infinitely infinite that even the things that touched the things he touched took on the power from that infinite,
So infinitely infinite that even the things that took on that twice diffused power had results that could last long beyond that mere moment of contact.
We are not the infinite, we are but those touched by it.
But that is enough.
That is enough for men to call themselves gods.
That is enough for our lives to have significance beyond our current moment.
That is
A soliloquy on emotional actions by EnderDDT, literature
Literature
A soliloquy on emotional actions
I sit and consider my options, as they may have one day been, and try to see my place within them. Emotions are strong, conviction is strong, but no matter how I approach the issue I come to the same conclusion. Of course there are little rabbit trails of doubt that try to intrude, but these are easily discarded either as nonsense or as an opportunity that I could not have known to take given what I had to work with. Any examination of past events must begin with the reality of the human condition, else wise we fall into the destructive habits of hindsight when it discards the realities of reality. The reality is this, I can only do what
Real World?
I close my eyes, and open them.
As two worlds pull into view
I wonder where I should live?
With eyes closed I see a bed.
All is cold beyond my blanket.
The world stagnates as it remains...
and I remain in it.
With open eyes I see people and circumstance.
Changing scenery moves with constant activity,
I am surrounded by others like me, not fearing motion...
but always I move again back to the common world.
All remains as it has been again.
I toss a pillow to test this stability.
The path is slow and tough,
and I live with uncertain regrets.
but I cannot deny the reality of it.
And again I am surrounded by colors n
RE: The original "Amen Break" from "Amen Brother", by the Winstons/"I want it that way" by the Backstreet Boys:
In reference, the Amen Break is a final note with the melody followed by a continuation of the beat, one that could easily be used as a fade out, but by continuing the beat without having a melody to follow it allows for a rest from the main part of the music without loosing the flow of the music. This song without melody is then allowed to degrade in focus while the instrumentation/complexity is increased. This gives a ramp up toward what comes next without the harshness/sharpness that comes with a sudden introduction of the ins
My life, my good, my happiness
all leaning on an unseen force.
Yet sometimes I forget.
Seen clearly, but not with eyes;
Felt wholly, but not with skin;
Yet forgotten when out of focus.
I turn, seeking what I know is there;
and reach, expecting what I know is true;
but fall by forgetting where I am.
I then sit, not certain of my fate.
I continue, not knowing how this is right;
But choose not to forget this lesson.
I do not leave, for there is no where to go.
I cannot turn, for there is no other path.
I do not forget what is faithful.
I remember pain, directed by wrathful hate.
I know loss, caused by the "alternative",
But forg
Your arms are like the ocean as you wrap them around me
Though I may struggle, I am lost at sea in your love.
And like the perfect storm
Only peaces of me ever return
Your eyes shine like diamonds
Diamonds used by a jewel thief to steal a peace of art from behind a glass
You slipped past my defenses and stole my heart
I want it back
Your lips shine a scarlet red,
From the blood.
Your heart is like an Artichoke
Able to last through the deepest winter chill
But given warmth and a caring hand
It will completely take over your garden killing the carrots
Your words are lik
The Storm Approaches
Thunder crashes and echoes anew
clouds gather to darken the sky
The storm provides its own light
The wind and thunder take on a rhythm
Like shallow footsteps, the storm creeps
And I, in my safety, listen to it amass
The air crackles and smells of rain
Thunder and cold penetrate to my bones
I am safe, yet the storm approaches
By: Don-David Turner
Our Choice and Accepted Conseq by EnderDDT, literature
Literature
Our Choice and Accepted Conseq
Our Choice and Accepted Consequences.
Broken people, living broken lives, doing broken things.
And we, standing as though on the outside,
with glue: are incapable; and with words: are unable to reach.
We are not alone from their pain, and never desire to be.
Scars build upon scars hiding the beauty that is not skin.
Illusions of paint and thread become one's accepted identity.
Real love becomes buried behind trash of empty sex and accepted failure.
Truth is disregarded for the solace of an empty target.
We are not alone from their pain, and never desire to be,
As we reach out mangled hearts toward masks of hunger and malice.
And we
"What happened next?"
"I was cut off from others. I was something different. I couldn't talk with them even if they could understand. And I came to know that they couldn't understand. When I talked with others they took it as symbolic and others simply left forever. But I stayed. Because there was no where else to go. Those who might believe my words were literal were usually insane, and usually it was insanity of their own devising."
"Why do you believe that conclusion?"
"Because it is true. They got so focused on the power granted by the thing that they forgot the responsibility. They got so focused on the privilege that they looke
Once upon a time there was a being that was infinite.
But not just infinite, but so infinitely infinite that even the things he touched took on a quality of the infinite,
So infinitely infinite that even the things that touched the things he touched took on the power from that infinite,
So infinitely infinite that even the things that took on that twice diffused power had results that could last long beyond that mere moment of contact.
We are not the infinite, we are but those touched by it.
But that is enough.
That is enough for men to call themselves gods.
That is enough for our lives to have significance beyond our current moment.
That is
A soliloquy on emotional actions by EnderDDT, literature
Literature
A soliloquy on emotional actions
I sit and consider my options, as they may have one day been, and try to see my place within them. Emotions are strong, conviction is strong, but no matter how I approach the issue I come to the same conclusion. Of course there are little rabbit trails of doubt that try to intrude, but these are easily discarded either as nonsense or as an opportunity that I could not have known to take given what I had to work with. Any examination of past events must begin with the reality of the human condition, else wise we fall into the destructive habits of hindsight when it discards the realities of reality. The reality is this, I can only do what
Real World?
I close my eyes, and open them.
As two worlds pull into view
I wonder where I should live?
With eyes closed I see a bed.
All is cold beyond my blanket.
The world stagnates as it remains...
and I remain in it.
With open eyes I see people and circumstance.
Changing scenery moves with constant activity,
I am surrounded by others like me, not fearing motion...
but always I move again back to the common world.
All remains as it has been again.
I toss a pillow to test this stability.
The path is slow and tough,
and I live with uncertain regrets.
but I cannot deny the reality of it.
And again I am surrounded by colors n
RE: The original "Amen Break" from "Amen Brother", by the Winstons/"I want it that way" by the Backstreet Boys:
In reference, the Amen Break is a final note with the melody followed by a continuation of the beat, one that could easily be used as a fade out, but by continuing the beat without having a melody to follow it allows for a rest from the main part of the music without loosing the flow of the music. This song without melody is then allowed to degrade in focus while the instrumentation/complexity is increased. This gives a ramp up toward what comes next without the harshness/sharpness that comes with a sudden introduction of the ins
My life, my good, my happiness
all leaning on an unseen force.
Yet sometimes I forget.
Seen clearly, but not with eyes;
Felt wholly, but not with skin;
Yet forgotten when out of focus.
I turn, seeking what I know is there;
and reach, expecting what I know is true;
but fall by forgetting where I am.
I then sit, not certain of my fate.
I continue, not knowing how this is right;
But choose not to forget this lesson.
I do not leave, for there is no where to go.
I cannot turn, for there is no other path.
I do not forget what is faithful.
I remember pain, directed by wrathful hate.
I know loss, caused by the "alternative",
But forg
Your arms are like the ocean as you wrap them around me
Though I may struggle, I am lost at sea in your love.
And like the perfect storm
Only peaces of me ever return
Your eyes shine like diamonds
Diamonds used by a jewel thief to steal a peace of art from behind a glass
You slipped past my defenses and stole my heart
I want it back
Your lips shine a scarlet red,
From the blood.
Your heart is like an Artichoke
Able to last through the deepest winter chill
But given warmth and a caring hand
It will completely take over your garden killing the carrots
Your words are lik
The Storm Approaches
Thunder crashes and echoes anew
clouds gather to darken the sky
The storm provides its own light
The wind and thunder take on a rhythm
Like shallow footsteps, the storm creeps
And I, in my safety, listen to it amass
The air crackles and smells of rain
Thunder and cold penetrate to my bones
I am safe, yet the storm approaches
By: Don-David Turner
Our Choice and Accepted Conseq by EnderDDT, literature
Literature
Our Choice and Accepted Conseq
Our Choice and Accepted Consequences.
Broken people, living broken lives, doing broken things.
And we, standing as though on the outside,
with glue: are incapable; and with words: are unable to reach.
We are not alone from their pain, and never desire to be.
Scars build upon scars hiding the beauty that is not skin.
Illusions of paint and thread become one's accepted identity.
Real love becomes buried behind trash of empty sex and accepted failure.
Truth is disregarded for the solace of an empty target.
We are not alone from their pain, and never desire to be,
As we reach out mangled hearts toward masks of hunger and malice.
And we
My name is Don-David Turner, and this is just some of what I have done.
I am bad at picking out subjects for my art (both writing and photography), so if you give me a suggestion that I am likely to try it.
Current Residence: Within the eather. Favourite style of art: Sentimental Personal Quote: You can only do what you can do... but your goal should be to do no less.
Tools of the Trade
Polaroid i533 Digital Camera
Other Interests
"real" pictures, dramatic shots, simple beauty, interesting or thought provoking things.
I will probably be coming back sometimes soon. Sorry I have disappeared. I will also be putting back up the things that I took down with an explanation of why I wrote them and why I removed them. That's about it, for now at least. Nothing more to say.
I don't really have much to say, but I wanted to put up something more recent than july of last year. I am going to try to put up some more stuff and get some projects finished that I have had for a while. Hopefully I can be back into writing and photography very soon.
The thing takes forever to download my pictures and even then messed up somewhere between half and a third of the time. My pictures aren't even all that big (as far as this site should be concerned) so I'm not sure why all the trouble. It makes me frustrated. I am going to go do something else and try uploading later. Mabie by then the program will have worked out its own difficulties and be ready to go again.
Your welcome. It was a really really nice picture as the light helped give it texture and a depth that it might not have otherwise had. You should be proud of it (or so I think with my limited experience).