| When God gives you a fighting chance, you don’t take a dive. |
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// Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Today's Tendril...
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// Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Today's Tendril...
| You cannot pull the wool over God's eyes. |
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// Monday, October 08, 2012
Today's Tendril...
| In war there are many sides: inside, outside, their side, our side, good side, bad side, and three sides to every story. |
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// Sunday, October 07, 2012
Today's Tendril...
| Expansion for the sake of occupying more space is nothing but greed. |
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// Saturday, October 06, 2012
Today's Tendril...
| As the leaves of Autumn fall around me, I place a little piece of the day's worries upon their backs, and watch them become lost among the thousands of worries already on the ground. |
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// Friday, October 05, 2012
Today's Tendril...
| "Finished" is a state of relativity. |
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// Thursday, October 04, 2012
Today's Tendril...
| Some handle sadness with food, some with seclusion or withdrawal, and some foolishly (and destructively) self-medicate. I turn to paper and pen and write, until the sadness wanders of the page, and is no more. |
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// Monday, September 24, 2012
Today's Tendril...
| The stew of sixty-second hindsight is always simmering in the cauldron of the mind. |
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// Sunday, September 23, 2012
Tendrils 16: Then and Now
A selection of Tendrils from the past and the present.
Sin is a house of cards.
Conscience is a wrecking ball.
It's hard to be grey in a rainbow world.
The trouble with deciding between the lesser of two evils is that you're dealing with the Devil either way.
A good dreamer doesn't exhaust his possibilities. He is exhausted by them.
Q: What is successful multitasking?
A: Jumping among the middles of several things.
Q: What is unsuccessful multitasking?
A: Missing the middles and landing in the drink.
The firing line only matters when the bullets are real.
The snow dies.
The God-green springs to life.
Layers are shed.
Hope loses its gray.
Circles and cycles are here to stay.
Updated 20220721
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Sin is a house of cards.
Conscience is a wrecking ball.
2022 Remix
Sin is a house of cards.
Conscience is a wrecking ball.
Time is the operator.
Conscience is a wrecking ball.
Time is the operator.
It's hard to be grey in a rainbow world.
2022 Remix
It's hard to be gray in a rainbow world.
So shades of gray will have to do.
(Shades of gray for me and you.)
So shades of gray will have to do.
(Shades of gray for me and you.)
The trouble with deciding between the lesser of two evils is that you're dealing with the Devil either way.
2022 Remix
The trouble with deciding between the lesser of two evils is that you're dealing with the Devil either way.
And the Devil gives no quarter.
Not unless it's to the Devil's benefit.
And the Devil gives no quarter.
Not unless it's to the Devil's benefit.
A good dreamer doesn't exhaust his possibilities. He is exhausted by them.
2022 Remix
A good dreamer doesn't exhaust his possibilities. A good dreamer is exhausted by them.
Then the dreamer must rest.
And sleep.
And dream.
Then awaken — to the possibilities.
And begin again.
Then the dreamer must rest.
And sleep.
And dream.
Then awaken — to the possibilities.
And begin again.
Q: What is successful multitasking?
A: Jumping among the middles of several things.
Q: What is unsuccessful multitasking?
A: Missing the middles and landing in the drink.
The firing line only matters when the bullets are real.
The snow dies.
The God-green springs to life.
Layers are shed.
Hope loses its gray.
Circles and cycles are here to stay.
In order of appearance, Tendril 1 from "A Batch of Tendrils," (Copyright 2012 C.V. DeRobertis), Tendril 2 from "Tendrils: Variations on a Grey Theme," (Copyright 2011 C.V. DeRobertis), Tendril 3 from "Tendrils 11," (Copyright 2010 C.V. DeRobertis), Tendril 4 from "Today's Tendril...," (Copyright 2009 C.V. DeRobertis), Tendrils 5-7 Copyright 2012 C.V. DeRobertis, "2022 Remix" remixes in Tendrils 1-4 Copyright 2022 C.V. DeRobertis
Updated 20220721
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// Thursday, September 20, 2012
Today's Tendril...
| Warming up? thought the coach. More like winding down. Last place has its detractors, both from the outside looking in and from the inside looking out. |
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// Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Today's Tendril...
| Sometimes an empty belly and a full heart are good for the soul. |
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// Sunday, September 16, 2012
Today's Tendril...
| Beyond the orbits of man, there is the gravity of God. |
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// Friday, August 31, 2012
The Clouds I Saw Today...
- A fire breathing turtle
- A short-nosed alligator
- A bell-shaped UFO
- A disc, massive and dark, with nipples
- Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas
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A Prayer, of Sorts
As I prepare for my final decline,
I already know which way the wind will blow,
So I bow my head in quiet resolve,
and ask the Lord for a final nod.
What melancholy feels like, and thinking about an elsewhere, an elsewhen, and an elsewho.
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I already know which way the wind will blow,
So I bow my head in quiet resolve,
and ask the Lord for a final nod.
About
What melancholy feels like, and thinking about an elsewhere, an elsewhen, and an elsewho.
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Tendrils 15: Musings and Odd Angles
Sin is a house of cards.
Conscience is a wrecking ball.
What is a nightmare?
A subconscious scream in search of a voice.
Destiny is a haunted dream that repeats itself with the same ghosts, though the settings and the scenes are never the same.
Q: What is grey, grouchy, and a force to be reckoned with?
A: A constipated rhino!
Just because there isn't a cross around my neck doesn't mean there isn't one in my heart.
No turning point ever comes without a price—and a battle with a mirror.
Impulse is like a lightning bolt — it arrives without warning, leaves a permanent mark, and disappears without a trace before you realize that it's not wise to be outside when a storm is overhead.
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Conscience is a wrecking ball.
What is a nightmare?
A subconscious scream in search of a voice.
Destiny is a haunted dream that repeats itself with the same ghosts, though the settings and the scenes are never the same.
Q: What is grey, grouchy, and a force to be reckoned with?
A: A constipated rhino!
Just because there isn't a cross around my neck doesn't mean there isn't one in my heart.
No turning point ever comes without a price—and a battle with a mirror.
Impulse is like a lightning bolt — it arrives without warning, leaves a permanent mark, and disappears without a trace before you realize that it's not wise to be outside when a storm is overhead.
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// Saturday, August 18, 2012
Today''s Tendril...
| Don't be a lighthouse in search of a ship. |
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// Sunday, August 05, 2012
A Bedtime Lesson
A bedtime lesson, already in progress...
"What do you see, my son?"
"All the world, father."
"And?"
"Dreams."
"Very good, my child. Very good."
With that, the page was turned, father and son eager to see how the story ends.
Dedicated to my wife, children, and Notebook Brother.
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"What do you see, my son?"
"All the world, father."
"And?"
"Dreams."
"Very good, my child. Very good."
With that, the page was turned, father and son eager to see how the story ends.
Dedicated to my wife, children, and Notebook Brother.
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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...
| Don't be an itch in search of a scratch. |
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// Saturday, August 04, 2012
Give It Some Thought
In a backyard somewhere and somewhen, a question has been posed and a reply about to be given...
"You want to know my purpose? Well, my purpose, if it ever were clear, escapes me now, here in your web," said the fly to the spider.
"Come, come, now. Something must come to mind, given the gravity of your situation," replied the spider, gently plucking the gossamers, like an angel playing a harp.
"Nope. Nothing. I got nothing," said the fly.
"Really," said the spider in utter disbelief. "Not a single thing?"
"Nada," said the fly, a slight shrug delivered with the word.
The spider heaved a heavy sigh, deeply disappointed with the little fly.
No depth, thought the spider. No understanding. Not a light bulb to be seen.
"You know what," said the spider. "I've lost my appetite."
With that the spider did an about-face and left.
As soon as the spider was out of sight, a sparrow swooped down and ate the fly.
The End
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"You want to know my purpose? Well, my purpose, if it ever were clear, escapes me now, here in your web," said the fly to the spider.
"Come, come, now. Something must come to mind, given the gravity of your situation," replied the spider, gently plucking the gossamers, like an angel playing a harp.
"Nope. Nothing. I got nothing," said the fly.
"Really," said the spider in utter disbelief. "Not a single thing?"
"Nada," said the fly, a slight shrug delivered with the word.
The spider heaved a heavy sigh, deeply disappointed with the little fly.
No depth, thought the spider. No understanding. Not a light bulb to be seen.
"You know what," said the spider. "I've lost my appetite."
With that the spider did an about-face and left.
As soon as the spider was out of sight, a sparrow swooped down and ate the fly.
The End
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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.
// Thursday, August 02, 2012
Metal Day 11.11.11
About
Thinking about "Metal Day 11.11.11" in the weeks following the event inspired this piece. In particular, I wanted to do something based on a popular Metal emoticon, "\m/\m/".
Metal Day helped raise awareness to Metal music as an art form (and it is an art form), a discipline, and a deep expression of the self.
Soundtrack
If this image had a soundtrack, then it would come from Iced Earth, Devin Townsend, Dream Theater, Pantera, Metallica (pre Load), Megadeth, Crimson Glory, Jason Becker, Marty Friedman, Dragonforce, Gamma Ray, Helloween, Kamelot, Nevermore, Symphony X, Yngwie J. Malmsteen, Primal Fear, Demon Hunter, Fates Warning, John Arch, Arch/Matheos Queensryche, Tony MacAlpine, Stryper, Amaranthe, Klay Scott's Metal moments, Jeff Loomis, Charred Walls of the Damned, Judas Priest, Halford, David T. Chastain, Chastain (band), Living Sacrifice, Deliverance (Jimmy P. Brown II), Testament, Ozzy, Rainbow, Dio, Vicious Rumors, Apocrypha, Soilwork, Perfect Symmetry, Savatage, TNT, Iron Maiden, Into Eternity, Fifth Angel, Toxik (Think This), Anthrax, and many more, past and present.
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Today's Tendril...
| If you spend more time attempting and trying than completing, then you've hit a wall. |
About
A sticky note to the self.
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// Saturday, July 28, 2012
Today's Tendril...
| Churn is a path to progress, if you're willing to wait it out. |
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// Saturday, July 21, 2012
Today's Tendril...
| Creative souls can take the detritus of the mind and transform it into a new whole. |
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So Flows
Listening to the rhythms of the rain...
And with each beat,
A little more pain
Marches its way
To a pool
In my mind,
Fed by the rain,
And drowns.
Rain, rain, don't go away,
'Till my pain
Has lost its grey.
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And with each beat,
A little more pain
Marches its way
To a pool
In my mind,
Fed by the rain,
And drowns.
Rain, rain, don't go away,
'Till my pain
Has lost its grey.
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Said the... Leaf
Said the little red leaf to the big leaf, "Your yellow appears to be contagious."
About
Its cousin: Both Ways.
Pictures for both "Said the... Leaf" and "Both Ways" were taken on the same walk.
It was a very good leaf season.
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// Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Postage Not Included
About
A fossilized starfish turned into currency. Well, sort of.
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// Saturday, May 26, 2012
Today's Tendril...
When there's no sin left to name,
no grinning demon left to blame,
The living lost will curse their ways,
and suffer through their final days...
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no grinning demon left to blame,
The living lost will curse their ways,
and suffer through their final days...
Original Version
When there is no sin left to name, we will be in the Final Days...
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Today's Tendril...
| For all the things we seek in this world, it is our minds that we lose along the way. |
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// Saturday, March 03, 2012
State of Unrest
The roar of the wind,
As it cuts East to West,
Bending trees to its will,
A lovely state of unrest.
Not a bird to be seen,
Not a cloud in the sky,
The Sun slowly wanes,
Tranquility draws nigh.
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As it cuts East to West,
Bending trees to its will,
A lovely state of unrest.
Not a bird to be seen,
Not a cloud in the sky,
The Sun slowly wanes,
Tranquility draws nigh.
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Today's Tendril...
What parents already know about children:
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- They are to be cherished
- They are challenges, and, all too soon, they challenge
- There are always chores
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