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// Sunday, November 29, 2009

Today's Tendril...

Hope springs eternal, even when the heart aches.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Ghost Green

A glow –
  Wispy.
  Fleeting.
  Unsettling.

A breath,
  a blink,
  a chill.

All that remains:
  A mist of ghost green.

 
About

The poem emerged from the text variations to the image "Fallen (Ghost Green)."

The Fallen Series contains images, a set of Tendrils, a poem, and additional material.

To view all works in the Fallen Series, select the label, "fallen series".

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Today's Tendril...

Tendrils of the imagination come and go like a ghost in the night; like a ghost in the mind.
 
About

Taken from the text in the About section of the image, Fallen (Ghost Green).

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Fallen (Ghost Green)

Fallen (Ghost Green) (c) Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com
 
About

Leaves, ice, and a specter of Spring, all colored by the imagination.

Tendrils of the imagination come and go like a ghost in the night; like a ghost in the mind.

The Fallen Series contains images, a set of Tendrils, a poem, and additional material.

To view all works in the Fallen Series, select the label, "fallen series".

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Today's Tendril...

Hope not only renews (the heart, mind, and soul), but it adapts to the world outside our windows — and to the worlds within our minds.

 
About

Based on text in the About section of the image, "Fallen (Ever Green)."

The Fallen Series contains images, a set of Tendrils, a poem, and additional material.

To view all works in the Fallen Series, select the label, "fallen series".

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Fallen (Ever Green)

Fallen (Ever Green) (c) Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com
 
About

Leaves, ice, and a whisper of Spring in the bleakest of Winter, all colored by the imagination.

Hope not only renews, but it adapts to the world outside our windows — and to the worlds within our minds.

The Fallen Series contains images, a set of Tendrils, a poem, and additional material.

To view all works in the Fallen Series, select the label, "fallen series".

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Fallen (I See Red)

Fallen (I See Red) (c) Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com
 
About

Leaves, ice, and sunset, all colored by the imagination.

Passion becomes intensity. Intensity becomes rapture. Rapture becomes everything.

The Fallen Series contains images, a set of Tendrils, a poem, and additional material.

To view all works in the Fallen Series, select the label, "fallen series".

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Sunday, November 22, 2009

Today's Tendril...

No road goes on forever — except the one in your heart.

Alternate Version
No road goes on forever — except the one in your mind.

In loving memory of Tessa.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Saturday, November 21, 2009

Today's Tendril...

Sometimes we need to test the limits of our weaknesses in order to find out how strong we truly are (or can become).

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Friday, November 20, 2009

Today's Tendril...

I'm not interested in learning everything there is to know.

Instead, I'm living everything there is "to be."

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Today's Tendril...

Sometimes the world is round.
Sometimes the world is flat.
And sometimes... The world just doesn't exist at all.
Such is the expanse that is laid bare,
      in silent passage,
      on a mental voyage.


© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Sunday, November 15, 2009

Face-to-face [poem]

We're face-to-face – yet again.
  Such is the fate of proximity.

There's nothing that can be said that isn't already revealed in the alcohol on your breath,
  and the dull, disconnected look in your glazed eyes.
    They reveal a graying mix of twilight and fog.

You speak of stark, cold reality,
  but you're nothing but a ghost in a shell,
    spewing inconsistent truths,
      and jagged lies.
        Slurred words from a blurred mind.

There's no mirror clear enough,
  or deep enough,
  or wide enough,
to reflect all the demons that you carry on your back,
  that ride your shoulders,
  that stay tangled in your hair,
  that you wear like a noose around your neck.
    If only you could see what I see.

We're opposite sides of the human coin, me and you,
  yet here we stand,
    once again,
  face-to-face,
    and I don't know what to say.

  But I do know where we stand.
        ><

To view the pieces in the FtF collection, select the label, "face-to-face in 3".

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

This text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.

Today's Tendril...

Sometimes inspiration is the by-product of proximity.

Sometimes it's an amalgamation of circumstances and inner dialogue.

Most of the time, though, we're simply seized by inspiration—and squeezed by it (tightly).


Alternate Version
Art is an amalgamation of circumstances and inner dialogue.

 
About

The words "seized by inspiration" (in the last line), are taken from another composition of mine, which is titled, "Seized by Inspiration" (SbI). (A thread runs through them.)

SbI lives in my notebooks at the present time, but may relocate to insilentpassage.com in the future.

P.S. This TT is now the unofficial prologue to SbI.

To view the pieces in the FtF collection, select the label, "face-to-face in 3".

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Face-to-face [image]

Face-to-face [image] (c) Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com
 
About

The image is based on the last line in the "Face-to-face" poem (literally) and relates to the broader meaning of the poem (abstractly).

To view the pieces in the FtF collection, select the label, "face-to-face in 3".

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Thursday, November 12, 2009

Today's Tendril...

People that throw caution to the wind probably spit into the wind, too.

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Today's Tendril...

Perspective – An avalanche is just an army of snowflakes on a mission.

Perspective – When an avalanche is bearing down on you, there isn’t time for philosophical thought.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Saturday, November 07, 2009

The Drowning Tree

The Drowning Tree (c) Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com
Strong family roots keep you firmly planted when storms rage and flood waters rise around you.

Dedicated to family. Family first. Family now. Family forever.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Tendrils 6: Coercion

The shadow of coercion is longest when it is cast upon you.

 

Coercion is a many tentacled thing — always reaching, squeezing, and pulling.

 

Those that coerce for lust, greed, and profit are often consumed by the same.

 

What do greed, power, and coercion have in common? A blackened heart.

 

Trust is a gift. Coercion is theft.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Sunday, November 01, 2009

Tendrils 5: Faith

Faith, to me, isn't a tax on reality, but an investment in eternity.

 

Faith is what you believe.

Religion is what you do.

 

Some say faith is a belief in the unknown.

I believe that faith is in knowing the divine (to the extent that dustlings can).

 

Faith cannot be lost.
It can be ignored.
It can be poisoned.
It can be perverted.
But it cannot be lost.

 

Blind acceptance is not the same thing as faith.

 

F.a.i.t.h.
  • Father, am I the Hope? (Or the Heretic?)
  • Feeling absolution in Thy honor.
  • Fortitude and integrity to have.
  • Fight avarice. Instead, tout hope.
  • Feelings and imagination to harness.
  • Father above, I take heed.

 

I'll not interrupt my faith to be an audience for your philosophy.

And now there, between us, I've drawn the line.

So keep to your side and I'll keep to mine.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.