6 days ago
by frank |
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In Search of Imaginations Greatest Dream
....i am impressed with the beauty of this day,and so i tell a tale of create-create-create,were it not for dreamers such as those who engender,would not the world re-main in the shadows of darker past….
....creation awaits the dawning of new day suns,just as each moment breathes in the aroma of a fresh breath,expelling all those traditions that keeps one’s mind in chains,and so i live with the awakening dawn of imaginations greatest ...
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40 days ago
by frank |
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Glamdring, Summer Awards and, Left Overs
....and so it ‘just is’. All good stories must have a place of start….then some middle ground….and then comes the ‘whats all left over’ or maybe I should say, the ‘left overs’.
And as such, it seems fitting that since this is about ‘hobbit holes in my-world’....I should bring in one famous player, who working with me helped get this story going back in the early days of summer. That bein...
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41 days ago
by frank |
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All I See Is No-Junk
In my world, (and not as the lines where some see, when the plane of time is split as between earth and heaven….what those jokester’s of wordy word explanations first told us, to limit us into seeing their definitions of linear horizons….hmmm, quite a word spread there//here) means; there is no-junk! How can one see junk, when the world is filled with the beauty of creative genus and we as workers of wood are part of this process?
And so it was tha...
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41 days ago
by frank |
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Looking at Jonke
....and so i went walking in search of some jonke,that there word of middle age time frame of mind,and what i found was not some more latin names for juncus,but what i searched for was before mine eyes all-ready as ‘junk art’....
—-one can get so lost in the definitions that are imposed upon us,till it seems that our mind just can-not shake free and see,those boxes are ever around to drown the imagination of mind,while other’s pray to keep th...
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44 days ago
by frank |
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Tabula Rasa
....where time matters not,landscapes of laughter i go,leaving all behind….—by flp
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55 days ago
by frank |
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Jubilant Glory-Be
....detritus wood fiber,as i shift through these un-sorted images,that have a way of re-minding me of my topographic with beauty,where out here i am caught between two worlds….—by flp
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115 days ago
by frank |
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Where Dreams Are Made
....never having a thought to lay down and rest, i was culled from the era’s of past, into the days of what might be called future quest, and so from this forum i soon was caught out as blest….—by flp
How one goes about ending a hard days work, is just as important as how one starts a day of hard work! I all-ways give thanks in the mornings for the opportunity to work….and, then when my day is done, I give thanks for the day.
And did I al...
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117 days ago
by frank |
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Doldrums Complaisance and Working the Wood
....when a man//woman walks the walkabout, where does the mind of one such as this, get past the wall of memories that have been taught, so that one can break free and waunder the horizons of time….
—-i am the outcome of what has been sealed up within a box, till one day i saw that the box was only what other’s had dreamed up, to keep me in my place of doldrums complaisance, those dreams that often turned into the nightmares o...
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143 days ago
by frank |
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Birthed Color
....crocus wood ashes,released color births image,i am paused for now….
Thank you.GODSPEED,FrankRusticWoodArt
rusticwoodman@gmail.comhttp://frank.wordpress.com/
—”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”
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143 days ago
by frank |
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Living Within the Shadow of Crazy Fire
....tread softly on the mind of a man inspired by imagination, since who can afford to play the devil’s advocate, when those who are caught between the planes of time, know no-world to hold them down in audiences of respected places….
....and then i remembered an-other time where….
—-i also was seemingly caught out there in a fools paradise, begging for bread and wages from those other’s dictates, those ones who...
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