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// Monday, December 31, 2012

Today's Tendril...

Do you make New Year's resolutions?

Or, do you embrace January first as you did December thirty-first – already resolute in your faith, ethics, and dreams?

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// Sunday, December 30, 2012

Today's Tendril...

Optimist: It's nearly 2013 and the world hasn't ended!

Pessimist: Don't worry. There's still time.

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// Saturday, December 29, 2012

Today's Tendril...

Clarity cannot be seen
      through the twilight of a black veil,
            from behind the warm glow of stained glass,
                  within the undifferentiated fog of intoxication.

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Heart of an Artist (Visual Remix 2012)

Heart of an Artist (Visual Remix 2012) (c) Copyright 2012 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com

For the original version, select the following link: Heart of an Artist.

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Voyagers in the Talon Nebulae

Voyagers in the Talon Nebulae (c) Copyright 2012 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com

 
About

The original version of this image was the background for my now retired Twitter account, @tagsandtendrils.

If you want to know what happened to Tags and Tendrils (and tagsandtendrils.com), then select the following FAQ link: TaT.

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// Friday, December 28, 2012

Today's Tendril...

Ceremony, ritual, and pomp-and-circumstance are distractions, at best, and shackles of dogma, at worst.

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// Thursday, December 27, 2012

Today's Tendril...

"Ignore the nibbling," said the piranha to the foolish wader. "It's nothing personal."

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// Monday, December 24, 2012

One Christmas Eve

One Christmas Eve,
When I was a young boy,
I tried to stay awake
To catch a glimpse of Santa Claus
     Sail across a starry sky.

But the Sandman was stronger than my will,
And I fell asleep,
     Santa cap and all,
On folded arms,
     On the cool window sill
          Of my cozy little bedroom.

I didn't see Santa that night,
But I dreamt of a majestic reindeer,
With antlers of silver and gold,
Walking proudly through powdered snow,
     Towards a blue-white light
          That twinkled just above the horizon,
While the Moon's midnight rays softly rang,
     Like bells and chimes
          Being played,
          By the wind,
          Using only
             The feathers of angels.
 
One Christmas Eve (c) Copyright 2012 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com

 
About

An unused tendril to the vignette: At one point the reindeer stopped, turned his head, and gently nodded.

The accompanying image is based on a photograph of a shadow of a Christmas decoration.

One morning the sunlight hit the decoration just right and the shadow on the wall became the shadow of a story.

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The 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.

// Saturday, December 22, 2012

A Daydreamer's Bucket List

  1. Create tornadoes the size of spinning tops and hold them in the palms of my hands
  2. Fly — under my own power
  3. At will, turn my eyes entirely white, then make them glow
  4. Take a nap — on the Moon
  5. Pluck clouds from the sky and eat them
  6. Step into a mirror and explore the other side
  7. Make an origami dragon come to life and then go on adventures with it
  8. Discover lost verses to the Book of Revelations
  9. Spend a few nights in a little cottage on the Island of Misfit Toys
  10. Finally catch a rainbow
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Mim'ith

Mim ith (c) Copyright 2012 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com

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// Friday, December 21, 2012

Today's Tendril

Each orchestra, band, symphony, and choir is like an ant colony or a beehive.

Each organism within the colony or hive is but a part of the whole and each organism has a specific role.

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// Thursday, December 20, 2012

Awakened

     "Awaken," said the sandman to the dream.

     "Leave me alone," said the groggy dream.

     "But it is your time and I have already sprinkled you with sand," said the sandman.

     "I mustn't," said the dream.

     "Mustn't what," asked the sandman.

     "Wake up," said the dream. "I must stay asleep. Forever."

     "But why," asked the sandman, perplexed and concerned.

     "I'm afraid," said the dream.

     "Afraid of what," asked the sandman.

     "Afraid that I might become – a nightmare," said the dream.

     The sandman said to the dream, with a warm and comforting smile, "Do not be afraid, little dream. It is not your place to decide to be a horror or a delight; to be joy or sorrow. You will become only that which your creator needs you to be. Thus, if it is your purpose to become a brilliant rainbow, or the sweetness of a lover's kiss, then so shall you be. If it is your purpose to become a hungry werewolf, or a hollow-eyed ghost with glowing tendrils, then so shall you be. That is the nature of dreams."

     "B-b-but what about what I want," asked the dream, on the verge of tears.

     "Unfortunately, little one, what you want is not relevant," said the sandman. "What you need to be is all that matters. It is the way of things since time immemorial. And neither you nor I can change the way of things.

     "Now, my reluctant little dream friend, it is time for you to fulfill your destiny. Rise and become the story that will be remembered long into tomorrow, and possibly for a lifetime."

     The End

 
About

Recently, I had a vivid and intense dream that stayed with me long after I wiped the sand from eyes.

Why do some dreams linger well into the daylight, while others are forgotten moments after breakfast?

This work explores the power/importance of dreams and where they come from.

A hint of this vignette was surfaced in my December 9, 2012, @insilentpassage entry.

This vignette has nothing to do with DC Comics' Sandman series.

© Copyright 2012 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 it's not enough to "think outside the box."

Sometimes you just have to make your own box.

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// Saturday, December 15, 2012

Real, for a Moment

Real, for a Moment (c) Copyright 2012 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com

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Today's Tendril...

Doom is temporary.

Despair is eternal.

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// Sunday, December 09, 2012

Fallen (Verity)

Fallen (Verity) (c) Copyright 2012 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com

 
About

Leaves, ice, and the plain truth, all colored by the imagination.

I am dust and unto dust shall I return. (Genesis 3:19)

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.

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Rhyme and Reason

     The breakup came as a surprise to Edward. He thought things had been going well, as in take-the-relationship-to-the-next-level well. Obviously, he was wrong. Really wrong.

     And no matter how many times he went over things in his head, like a detective at a crime scene, Edward couldn't pinpoint exactly where, when, and why the love had gone south.

     So Edward walked and thought, clinging desperately to the notion that where there's a rhyme, there must be a reason. And the more he walked, the more he thought. And the more he thought, the more he walked.

     At some point Edward found himself wandering around the local zoo, staring blankly at the carnivores in their cages.

     Too bad he didn't live in a town that had a zoo.

     And too bad he didn't notice that the gate to one of the cages was slightly ajar.

     The End

© Copyright 2012 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.

Three Tendrils for Today

When the Sun loses its horizon,
    and only sky diamonds dot the heavens,
memories become tears and scars,
    until nothing remains,
       except columns of ice
          of a species
             not made to last.

 

Are you driven by demons or driven by angels?

Either way, the clapping of their wings is the thunder—and the fury—in your head.

 
When you kick God out of your heart, who do you think fills the void?

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// Saturday, December 08, 2012

Today's Tendril...

Stepping stones — you don't know how much they mean to a journey until you look back and see how far they've taken you.

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// Friday, December 07, 2012

When Worlds Collide

     The night watchman at a public library was doing his midnight rounds when he turned a corner and came upon a rather pale and drawn fellow carrying a stack of encyclopedias.

     "This is not what I expected," said the ghost.

     "Neither did I," said the human.

     And with eyes wide and arms raised, watchman and ghost went screaming into the night.

     Neither returned to the library ever again.

     The End

© Copyright 2012 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.

Thoughts (Additional Tendrils Version)

Thoughts (Additional Tendrils Version) (c) Copyright 2012 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com

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Thoughts

Thoughts (c) Copyright 2012 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com

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Today's Tendril...

Hope is a subtle type of rebellion.

As is a knowing smile.

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// Thursday, December 06, 2012

Today's Tendril...

To isolate yourself is a choice.

To be isolated by others is no choice at all.

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// Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Just For Fun 4: Escher-esque

Just For Fun 4: Escher-esque (c) Copyright 2012 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com

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Have You Heard?

Rumors are tiny magical creatures that are kept in the lockboxes of our mouths.

Unfortunately, rumors are prone to escape, because we (their keepers) cannot control the urge to share their magic with others (reckless though that sharing may be).

And once those wily, restless beings pass through the gates of our lips, they can never be boxed again.

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Today's Tendril...

Balance, like Big Foot, is elusive.

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// Monday, December 03, 2012

Today's Tendril...

No tornado is on the ground forever — except the one on the plains of our hearts, minds, and souls.

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// Sunday, December 02, 2012

Today's Tendril...

A blank page isn't empty — only lonely.

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// Saturday, December 01, 2012

In Silent Passage is Live!

www.insilentpassage.com is live!

@insilentpassage is live!

Want to know what happened to my previous site, Tags and Tendrils (tagsandtendrils.com), and its related Twitter account, @tagsandtendrils? Find out in the FAQs section.

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