Russian Disclose on Neuschwabenland and the Vril Society

Beyond Zero

by bluedolphin ©

Should we breathe you outside
the shadow of seashores,
would we vanish beyond the
veil of intuition, our senses shadowed
in your melancholy?

Would salvation be swallowed
by the blood of man, knowing
their creation sailed,
pearls hijacked
in liquid crystal memory...
Would there be any
ME, left behind, in a morphed
aftermath of revelation?


If it were possible
to throw away
this blanket of blue,
reach
inside your resonating book,
pull out the nails,
crack the coded oracle,
creating a contingency
animation to stasis,
who will master this new helm?

Bluedolphin last year

Druid Desiderata & recent pics

Go Noisily amid the complacence and waste, and Remember what peace can be had without Television.

Never Surrender and always attempt to undermine authority, which will put you on good terms with most people.

Speak your truth as loudly and as clearly as possible, especially to the dull and ignorant.

Avoid meekness and subservience like the plague, for they are murderers of Humankind's soul.

If you compare yourself with others, you are wasting time and living in a world of illusion. Wake UP!

Enjoy your achievements, but enjoy your plans more. Keep interested in your livelihood, it is the only one you will ever have, and is an ongoing thing.

Do not allow others to define your livelihood, or your currencies. Exercise generosity in your business affairs, because what ever you have, will not be yours again, someday.

There is neither trickery nor virtue in this world, there is only light and darkness, thinking, and ignorance, something, and nothing.

One mans boon is another mans crime. Be aware of the true solitude you inherit with your existence, and treasure it. The only thing you can take with you from this world is what you have learned.

Love is a conditioned response born of reproductive imperative, and a subconscious survival instinct.

Do not put pretty labels on it, you are just fooling yourself. Loyalty, and true care for your fellow human beings goes far beyond love, and is not hard to see.

Grow old gracefully, but do not fall into the pit of wishing immortality. No number of drugs, or physicians care can keep your body on this Earth forever. To want that is base selfishness and simple animal fear. Do not indulge it, you are truly better than that.

You are the embodiment of Light, the most refined form of matter that can be. You are meant to be here, and you will be here again. You are a traveler in space, and eternal in your identity.

Do not restrict yourself, or you will be sorry, over and over again. Be cheerful when possible, boldly courageous when necessary, and thoughtful always. Learning is what you are here for, and the world is just the classroom for the soul.

Strive To Be Free.

this morning encounter
shone from purple un-cut facets
outshine a naive wish
to be wanted

Hawk and woodpecker prey

morphic maiden

lightning Transmogrifies
moon etchings sketched
perfectly round her
shapely silhouette

thebluedolphingarden

Daytona

Root

I am Root
For heaven to know the all of me
dragonfly ill-fated so perfect I  be
flying half winged in this apple tree
Blossoms to fruit in seeded time
down cider sipped roots I shall decline
enjoined in harmony chakra blind
forever dipping worlds of love

may our wands wave calm
over restless hearts
bending conflict to contentment
hand sculptured harmony united

Spook Hill Visit

Recently I paid a visit to Lake Wales just to see if the car would drift uphill ...guess what? It did...SPOOKY...

My Friend Penny

Today is her first visit to my new home by the sea and all the awesome ancient oak trees in the back yard and she liked it!!!

love The "I AM"

she became a fundamental substance
permeating perfection
man's illusion

Love The "I AM"

An unripened apple had
the audacity to think
upon the wind's hand
angle of..."Life is not all about you"....
and verily "I" said unto the spit seed...
"You were wrong"....

Deep Purple

Strange love wonders reasons why
intrigue lived , captivation died,
laughter frowned , then cried,
so,
strange love put itself curbside
like a defective device ,
static in colorless blood unshed,
waiting to be picked up!!!

Morphic Maiden

by bluedolphin ©

lightning Transmogrifies
moon etchings sketched
perfectly round her
shapely silhouette

Generator Of Dreams

In private penetration mode,
dwelling beyond visceral dreams,
I search for
"The Generator Of " in a one realm skipper,
sailing by sinking heart hooked
provenance of my own
reflected rippled rhythm,
directly descending further and
further into marrows
of enervated emotion,
altruistically adrift,
grasping at final destination,
life preserver relinquished.

This Instant

I wish I could promise you
infinite love phrases,
like forever and a day,
instead of
leftover sparks of real,
wrapped in second hand strands
of cynical susceptibility.

I try to feel fleeting
moments of animation after
the sun goes down,
till blue rains return
as Ole Lang Syne,
marbling the green grass
dawn of evermore.

Threads Unfurled (senryu)

authentic self BE
divine universal ME
unleash my blessing

Six Degrees

These dried cycles
contain each yesterday.
Too many now to sail over.
If only I could urge
each grain of sand to dissolve
and walk upon their water,
tomorrow, the air could
blow bubbles on the moon.

A poem from Raphiem (Blue)

Picture by Sharon Buck as gift


by Raphiem

Arch-Angel Digita-EL

all round me ... surrounding me ..
you are all i see, i hear ...
the alternative life...
the digital dream...

my arch angel Digita-El ...
How i love you ...
You are the needle in my arm ..
the cathode ray in my eye ..

you speak the language of light ...
the language of zero and one ...
nothing and everything , empty and complete...
where darkness and light are one...

you are my life sucking digital vampyre ...
pure digital blood...from voltage to vein....
you keep me occupied in this flash of a moment...
you brought me here, but can you take me back again?...

Did you forget me?
you told me you never would forget me...
i don't know if i should be afraid...
are your memory banks overflowing? ...

it was you who were meant to serve us ...
as you weaved your digital web ...
i became ensnared in your net ..
instead i have become a slave unto you...

Annalog, how much i miss you...
your sweet, crystal clear voice...
your unfragmented, unbroken pure heart...
archangel Digita-El is tearing me apart.

stasis

walking on eggshells
cracking nutshells
balancing the weight

by bluedolphin ©

Major Tom

She couldn’t assure him in
subliminal advertising
designed to evoke emotive
heart pulse,
that her voltage veins
were undiluted.
Sometimes caution
pauses in silent swells
and quivers in vibes.

He told her once
he’d be like a breath in the windstorm
of her life.
She knew now, what it meant.
His brilliance,
ever chasing brightness,
trying to fly over his light
instead of walking inside it
so she would stir him.
Now,
Somewhere between
tides and tunes,
buoyantly drifting,
their senses bathe today away.
Then the wind returns, and
tears become
tomorrow's torrential downpour,
consuming sunrise
as vanilla vibes
assimilate.

by bluedolphin ©

go gratitude

Shelter of Blue

November Sky

bellied beast
cloaks sheep dipped sky
reality stains collective whitewash

Lifeboat

Riggings remain
along lines gravitated
to the seas of final destiny
in watercolor thumbnails.

There is no language here
in the scenes of sea foam ,
yet ,
you remain in skinned flickers
of a collapsing surf ,
silently searching for a lighthouse
rocking beneath tides of tired prayer.

Heart Canopy

Today I have built you a shrine.
As your disciple,
I am no architect;
my bricks are held together by
the blood pumping in the pain
of my veins...
I will worship you there,
tethered to your disappearance
and maybe tomorrow I’ll shatter the
bricks of your tabernacle.
But, as yesterday,
my today dwells
beneath the canopy of letting go.
By bluedolphin

seal break

glass bubble broken
kabalion spoken
gnostic breech

Weep For A Willow

Not bent nor broken,
but felled mid the mangroves,
where overhangs hide snook and redfish,
where a blue heron sits silently perched on one leg,
a black willow died;
its catkins, once nectar for the many,
its bark, once food for the small Florida deer,
its shade, once refuge for a lonely poet,
its memory, swept by the power of a hurricane
its bounty now dwells in dreaming of whales....

Unquenchable

I am “Oz” of a constant
whispering mind.

A blueish butterfly of intellect.

Through nectar I morph
more of me
in all the shades of
pale skin markings.

In countless
beings I flourish,
while the mind
of God hides behind
my eyes
and seeks to dissolve
the ego of my embrace.

Narcissistically speaking,
I am....
dancing away absence
below eyes of a metaphoric master
playing bohemian rhapsodies upside down.
I spin centerpieces of your heart songs
in windows of smoking glass signals from polestar.

I am destined to revolve in black mirrors
seeking your candle lit kisses
stolen from a butterfly who flew
too close to desires of a dragon.

I am the light of my own burnt offering..
saturated by waveless water
hanging on the borders of
boundless seasons of time.
__________________

The Keepers

The watchman waits
by gates of Orion
to lift her Venus veil.
Dragon and Lamb
spread another silver
lining over her rainbow.

Embedding
in orbital bliss
she uncovers, rediscovers
herself
as inner lovers tickling time
in radiant attraction
infusing inhalation,
tuning perfect pitch
opposing obscurity.

The Dance Puppet

Waves woven from motley threads,
dreaming though harps of lonely;
pause upon cupid’s bow,
embracing each string 'til the shaft
snaps its arrow.

Rain Remix

Rain Remix

Feeling echoes falling
from the dark,
another tear dripping
from the light of the moon
wakes me like rain
falling on the mangroves.

I search for the eyes
of lonely lost in chains
of rain's unsung blues.

I’d still be your piano,
a steady beat of your drum
or just another chord
that your guitar strums.
Such lives my opposite attraction.
Lonely sounds that says,' will you play me'
By bluedolphin

Senryu

shedding the bling
wealth is a non-material
thing

seeds of sun

from fear of death
you’ll tear the mind
sell your soul
leave it behind
man resigned to zero
soul retains its one
program points
in darkness
eyes to a rebel sun

Our Dolphin Friend

Follows the boat with his mate...

Fishing with hundreds of Pelicans

Heron walks on water

Bird Island

A picture I took

At Bird Island

Place at the end of the world

where angels come to pray....

hymns sung
in blackness
as light shines
on upon edged horizon
everything there
a chambered
heart song
everything here a prayer
from sunset wings

Silhouette of birds and sky*Sunday Evening* on the boat

Baby Cardinals before they died...

A View from

our front yard a daddy cardnial after the 3 hatchings were born...unfortunatly, something ate the babies..we have a snapshot of them in the next frame in the nest...

Sunrise in the boat

Taken on Bird Island

The Pack

Rain gathers on blue chips
of sunbeams.
Wolves run on the
edge of flaming fields
as moonlite burns their dusty trail.
Fractured phantoms dwell
in empty ruins , their heartbeats
pounding in the rain..

Inquisition 2012

Awarded an Excellent by the editor of a poetry site..

Ruins of frail temporal minds
once sustained stability
in patterns of silvery crescendo.
Now , their forsaken kindred
hail beyond grey granite
as blackbirds of sorrow,
dwelling in bitter aftertaste
with their silicon dimension.

Dominions from limbo
spew webs of black tannin
as they perch upon
doomsday rocks
stitched from old grey goats,
whose coattails ride on wings
with the man in moon.

Gems of Shiva

This poem written for an illustrator ..

Mesmerized by
midnight’s bejeweled raiment,
fiendish mind flies
upon the hem of her hindi carpet.
Halo slips between saint
and sorcery.

Taken by sensuous bend of her body,
she begs me follow the gilded glitter
of her ruby cross
until the stain of my loins
flows into the trails of her treasure.

Raven's Song

Encrusted with dried tears,
tarnished as a red shoe diary;
love remains a reliquary song
sealed within a solitary universe,
its lotus,
unopened.

There at the end of mockingbird minds,
beyond moral frailty
of feeling happy or blue,
sighs me and you,
one vesper away
from Venus.

The Poetry of William F. DeVault: The City of Legends

The Poetry of William F. DeVault: The City of Legends

The-Ying-Yang-Chronicles

The-Ying-Yang-Chronicles

Friday nite party~

What a party..at Matt and Teresa's..the Houston clan..lots of texas cooking and good wine ..sharing fun with good friends and a new marriage coming soon for our friends...Nice day...

me and my baby...OOPS! My BONSAI!

Java Hut

Narcotic eyes
tracing a teacup sky.
Masses of mindless
thoughts ripple
surface of
tasteful color
until walls of mind
collapse in morning’s
new day.

Life’s emotions
disturb creamy
cappichino surface
Breaking the spell
Of her comatose
Café.

My Country tis of thee

flag falters
flesh deteriates
man is fallen

Hans Birthday

We all painted a picture for him..I painted the bird looking like the waves..

Florida Sunsets...so beautiful

Clannad Favorite Song lyric

Hard to tell

Or recognise a sign

To see me through

A warning sign


First the thunder

Satisfied, if the past it will not lie

Then the storm

Torn assunder

The future you and I get blown away

In the storm

In a lifetime

And as the rain it falls

Begin again, as the storm breaks through

Heavy in my heart

Believe the light in you

So the light shines in you

Without color, faded and worn

Torn asunder in the storm


Unless the sound has faded from your soul

Unless it disappears


First the thunder

Selfish storm

Then the storm

Hold on the inside

Torn asunder

One life

In the storm

In a lifetime

In a lifetime