I read this morning that Jesus is at the heart of every Christmas. I read it with an indifference, of sorts, because this is truly how I feel about Christmas this holiday season. I live in a city that doesn’t sleep, not really. It is ladled and saddled with anxieties about tomorrows and well beings… Continue reading I Live in a City
That Being Said: a forthcoming
Entitled and worthy are two different things. People often confuse these two terms, one to the other. One takes great effort and made-manifest, the other a simple state of mind that need pruning and preening from a greater bird that might be able to see more deeply into the future. One is of that saint… Continue reading That Being Said: a forthcoming
Evil Has a Wonderful Use
Evil has a wonderful use. It says, “When can I be enough to satisfy you?” Evil will prevail until it, quite literally, is enough to wake up and shake up humanity. It can and will be in moments large and small. It will be – for one and for all. Do not be seduced by… Continue reading Evil Has a Wonderful Use
Known
Evil is a thing of shame, unless otherwise known. And so I am ~ Known. dllyn Whatever it is, own it, be transcribed by it. Become something greater, something more. Fear not and love will follow. And to this end, Ah men. Don’t ever doubt your splendor. ~OitB
Skinny Tree
This is a piece where I was able to capture a moment, where in that moment all of eternity was revealed to me – in a moment- through one small tree. It was in the late Fall to early Winter that I came upon the tree. It was as if the tree itself became a… Continue reading Skinny Tree
Lightly
Lightly goes the magnum crows Lightly go the sound Lightly be my way today Lightly spring my down. deanna llyn
Oh, How I Have Loved Thee: an ode
The Story Short
The Story Short: A Word in Prose; only Heaven Knows by Deanna Llyn When everything becomes the answer, nothing is right. Fragments and fragmented. It’s all a lie. The liars delight. But the little pieces, they’ll come back to you; what is. Honest and True. What Love would do. The End.
A Love Letter and Command:
Evil, If of a bird, when it lands, let it be. ~Deanna
Twilight: a poem and sketch.
Twilight Twilight minds the stars at night That dazzle in her hair And there her radian charms ignite The rainbows soft and fair. But should the paths of fate be crossed And should the lorry toil, Cast be known to this of throne And might be said of sound. By Deanna Llyn
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