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shaman

shaman14

About Me

To put it simply; I'm a writer. Last year I wrote another book called "Tabula Rasa". Its a collection of short stories, poetry, and images; all written and created by me. I'm really excited about it, because I did the layout and the illustrations, and pretty much handed my publisher a print ready file and told them to print it! So for someone who likes to have total control over my artistic creations, it was like having my cake and not only eating it too, but I got to stach a few pieces away for later!
Aside from writing, I do photography and photo manipulation. I just like to make things look pretty, as I'm fond of saying. I just see things a certain way in my head and try my damndest to make that image a reality.
Aside from art, or making things look pretty, I guess I would have to say I'm a strong advocate of passion. I strive for the intensity of the moment. Its not always the full burn that gets me going. I have found more powerful inspiration from the way the light moves across the floor as the sun arcs across the sky. Then again, the subtle ways a womans perfume seems to linger in the air after shes gone can be equally as intense. I'm moved by soft textures and textures that are intriguing to the touch by a blind eye. I can sit for hours feeling the texture rub across the ridges of my finger tips. Its all about the passion. Thats why I write. Im trying to make you feel, at least a part of what I felt. But I want you to feel it your way. That way i feel I can share the passion with you.
Well thats about all the sharing I can do at this hour. Thanks for coming to my page, feel free to hang out. Make yourself at home, just do me a favor and take off your shoes. Take a gander at the stuff I've got posted up and before you leave...buy my book!
Thanks kiddo.

My Interests

Books:

Tabula Rasa
Excerpt from "2138 Belle Nour Place":
It was then that the urge became unbearable. Like a thirsting taste of salty air. I wanted you like i have never wanted you before. The betrayal stings as I wait for your return, but the hurt of never knowing your loving looks and your feather touch on my brow, hurts more than shattered glass. I found, with the icy itching of my back, that I needed you. Here and now. Wanting you. In desire of the subtle soft moments of being with you. Just to have you there when I come home, weary from a day of being unknown...
Excerpt from "Octobers Burgundy Bride":
Stolen seasons whispered into a diseased patch ruin. I stood there in the corner of that room, searching inside myself for you. Through abandoned rooms and bleeding corpuscles for any sign of you. Sniffing dog-like for a hint of your perfume. Scratching at the worn wood for the slightest taste of you. Taking myself into my hands and striking gold, time and time again if only it felt like I was within you again...
Excerpt from "Mountainous Moons and the Deathful Chill Combine":
I can hear the wailing in the wind as it whistles through the broken glass frame. The sky, greyer than before, clouds over like a lurking passenger, waiting for the next hammer to fall. And it does, no sooner than I think it, it falls. Thunderous pounding of angels on heavens floor, beating their way slowly into hell. And I, the witness to the scene...

My Blog

The Wall

It has just come to me.  The hammer has fallen and like a delayed reaction I snatch back my hand, moments far too late, and now feel the pain of its pounding sting. I never realised it before, bu...
Posted by shaman on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 07:55:00 PST

The Well

Its come again.The fold and the follower, the twist and the remains of the day.Its been hours since last we met and I am hollow without you.So empty am the husk that I am.  I need you to fill me ...
Posted by shaman on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 11:56:00 PST

Azure? Yeah I’m sure.

The room is hot and sticky.  I think the air conditioning in this stone box has failed me again.  It smells of vinegar and sugar, but nothing can wash the taste of your memory....My eyes itc...
Posted by shaman on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 08:06:00 PST

Literary Cripple

Its been a while since I have wriiten anything of importance. I could blame the job, or lack of time, or inertia.  I could but I wont.  Its my own initiative.  But I will point a long n...
Posted by shaman on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 10:34:00 PST

Silly bits of self admittance!!

OKay so its been a while, so I guess its time to put words here, but my inertia for the whole writing thing has changed.  I type all day at work and I have come to realise that my written langua...
Posted by shaman on Fri, 16 May 2008 08:10:00 PST

Samsara what!?!

Gifts and guidance. Thats what these days have bestowed upon me.  I’m not solely referring to the last past days and nights, I’m talking about the entire evolution of my 34 years. At ...
Posted by shaman on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 04:44:00 PST

Lost

Lost,I have lost the love.Love for self, and the sun that has risen.Twisted in the sheets, and cramp legged bliss of cats whiskers tickle.Somewhere between midnight and mourning.Reflecting on yesterda...
Posted by shaman on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 07:51:00 PST

Wilted Limbs

I hung the boughs of wilted willows,wrapped in gabardine and lace. The walls were yellowed,maybe from the late evening hoursof a setting sun,or the age of this place. The tilted frame of a family port...
Posted by shaman on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 08:16:00 PST

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The sun has risen;the repetitionprotects the past. This day smells hauntinglylike yesterday,and I know that the day has not changed.
Posted by shaman on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 08:11:00 PST

Simplicity: love the one you’re with

It has come to pass,that those without,shall be those who last. This fight to the finish,is nearing and end,and I pray this night,on bended knee,that the beauty of my children,and their childrens chil...
Posted by shaman on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 08:19:00 PST