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Name: Denton
Country: United States
State: Mississippi
Birthday: 2/7/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Art in all forms, being enveloped by music, and watching fire dance.
Expertise: Celebrating my humanity.
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Member Since:
6/22/2001
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| Even in a hundred lifetimes would I not be able to truly count all the blessings that have been bestowed upon me. There's just so much..
So much love that at times I can barely contain myself. Even at this moment my heart is furiously beating, longing to escape this terrestrial prison. It's breathtaking. Awe inspiring. It's almost come to the point where the teeming passion overflows...and it hurts. I physically ache to be with those that I love with all that I am or will be.
Other such ramblings and musings but suffice to say, I'm doing quite splendidly. To say I'm enamored is too massive an understatement.
I heart my bible. I heart the Bible.
I heart.
D!
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| So I've had a pretty fantastic birthday. Nothing of import, no astounding gifts(and yet I've been given the most amazing gift of all), and no ceremonies or elaborate celebration. Why was it such a spectacular birthday you may ask yourself(you know you want to. go ahead, it's alright). Well I'll tell you.
I've been given a new lease on life, found the community that I so longingly ached for, and found the love of the most unconventional beauty to exist in this or any century((500 years?)hah!).
That's why I'd say I've moved from beyond spectacular. Dare I say I'm damn near ethereal.
(I realize I've used alot of parenthesis. Hope it's not too confusing)
Io Sono Amata.
D!
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| "And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions."-Joel 2:28
The following was my vision. These were the scenes careening through my mind sent to my from the edge of eternity. All I could do was try and scribble as much as I could down before it left me forever. There was a frantic energy as my hand literally shook trying to keep pace with the images, ideas, and truths. This is my brief encounter with something infinite...
Starstruck
Sweet honey of the Windsong lulls me to sleep and yet stirs my deepest yearnings.
Rises to a teeming passion
How I long to follow the peaceful Troubadour and sing counterpoint to the blissful melodies. Wandering songbird
His song leads me, beckons me to a chasm at the edge of a mediocre existence
Standing on a precipice overlooking a vast expanse. Perched on the Edge I glance behind me to take one last, fleeting glimpse of the past.
Fear. Doubt. Rage. Loneliness.
Everything that is a part of this terrestrial World. Even at this moment I'm aware of all the overwhelming pain of a crumbling existence. A broken body can do no good in a broken World. Juxtaposed to the coursing ancient energy and lifeforce of hope, faith, and Love. Swirling in front, beckoning for me to acknowledge and claim my celestial birthright.
Without hesitation I leap.
No regrets. Enveloped by something timeless. Powerful. Euphoric. Home.
I fall endlessly further from the World and in my descent(ascent?) the energy comes to claim me...faster than the speed of creation I fly. Ripping away my body, tearing away my feeble flesh, cleansing imperfections. Cracks of light start to bleed from my fragile shell. Liberation is mine! Explode it off to show my true self. Luminous. A single beam of light. Radiant pillar grateful for life giving light. Longing to expel darkness that shrouds the hearts and minds of others.
This Pure Light burns away all transgressions. I change. Adapt. No, even then I'm still the same. I morph. Transform. Evolve. Become something far better.
A willing servant. I choose sublime servitude. Reigning over a fleeting kingdom of dust is folly beyond imagining.
That same light ignites a fire. A raging tempest of flame with my receptive yet childlike spirit. I am new. Walking pillar of flame bringing warmth and light to the cold and dead things of the World.
I fall even further.
I know not of my direction. This is beyond me. Inconsequential. All there is and now forever shall be is my blinding descent. Screaming, careening through the heavens...
I am but a Traveler. Passing through this strange world. A resident alien. I am part of this existence but I don't belong. I never have. This is but a temporary purgatory. How I long to return to a home I've never even seen save for my dreams. I can feel it though. It calls to me.
I can feel the tangible magic behind the mystery and madness of creation. For I am no longer a madman. In my rebirth I have become a Herald. Crying out to and for my corporeal master.
I am but a soldier of the Great Invader who has permeated my being and set me free. Released me from shackles of arrogance, despair, and pain. I have defeated death itself.
Body/vessel is weak. Its contents, my unyielding spirit. I am eternal.
A banner needs wind to breath.
Living off the eternal Breath of Life.
I am no longer my own person. I am not my own. Bought. Purchased into blessed captivity through innocent blood and tears. Something beyond infinity dwells within me. I am not my own...
I belong to my beloved.
I awake from my fevered dream. My hand aches from exertion. Consciousness and control is returned to me. All is as it was but the change is still present. Metamorphasis. Evolution. Rebirth. With reckless abandon at the speed of creation...
I am falling in love.
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| When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
-When You Are Old
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
-He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
---William Butler Yeats
Sigh.
Verbosity and charming eloquence escapes me. I have not the words. I shall return and retire to my quiet research of the human spirit. Perhaps through discovery the Words will come to me once again. Perhaps.
(oh the rapture a captivated heart creates)
scribble.
D!
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| Oh my friend. Lover. Teacher.
Your warm embrace is where I long to be. Your pacifying touch calms even the mightiest of tempests in my raging and wandering spirit.
Help me to find my direction. No. Help me to find Your direction for me. Tell me what you want of me, what you would have of me.
Quench and quell. Cleanse me of doubts, fear, selfishness, greed. Sin.
Empower me. Envelop me.
Open my eyes to the sublime Truths you so lovingly bestowed upon such a wretched pile of dust. Fill them with tears of hope and mercy.
Create from these tears a river that the poor, lonely, disheartened, and broken can come to drink from and be cleansed. Reborn radiant and pure.
To find peace. Not content. Contentment breeds complacency.
Please never let me settle, get comfortable for there is much work to be done.
Free me from the dead and dying so that I may give myself completely to something timeless and powerful.
Saturate me in Your eternal image. Allow the ancient energy of creation course through the mapping of my fragile frame. Acknowledge the electricity in the air.
Bestow upon me a direction, an outlet for which this force, love, passion might thrive and remind others of whom we all belong to.
Give me the strength of the countless others before me who've given completely of themselves.
Allow me to join my brethren. To bring our vagabond army to higher ranks of any earthly nation. Take up my sword and shield and fight. Fight for an undying passion. Overwhelming peace. Sublime Truth.
My newfound kin are the calming yet stirring winds that fan the flames of desire. The desire to know and understand. To grow and teach.
Raise my voice to an earth shattering level so that others may be set aflame with your glory.
Listen to my heartwrenching cry, longing for a Revolution! A rebellion of the heart, mind, spirit.
Remind me to be radical. Just as He was let me shake them free from their shackles of lazy indifference.
I give to you my jubilant sadness. Ebullient aching, yearning. To know. Learn. Grow.
Give me a single chance to exalt your name. Revel and rejoice in the rapture.
Permeate my every being.
Teach me to Hope.
Teach me to Trust.
Teach me to Know.
Teach me to Love.
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