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Tag Archives: desert
All Fours
Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged burning, desert, mercy, permanetly scarred, Poetry, Prose, spoke word, voice, words
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Pilgrimage
Sometimes you’ve got to walk alone through the desert to know your true place among the company of stars.
Posted in Books, Cinema, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged desert, film, John Biscello, little prince, poem, solitary expansion, Stars, the walk
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Autobiography
To know myself, a rogue aggregate of loving atoms, a happy shivering clusterfuck of luminous baubles banded together to forge and assume an alleged identity, no papers or pulpit required, to fulfill an arc, and heart-guided directives, to be a … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged autobiography, badlands, desert, dream, God, I, identity, John Biscello, love, me, play, poem, Poetry, soul, spirit
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Pulpit
At the true pulpit, Silence reigns, speaking volumes– To praise, we listen.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged badlands, bisti badlands, clouds, desert, God, haiku, John Biscello, New Mexico, photo, pulpit, sky
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Scorn
Scorn keeping vigil, the spread of dissolution– deserts never lie.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, desert, Egon Schiele, female nude, haiku, John Biscello, painting, poem, Poetry, scorn, woman
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Nephilim
Between thorny and immaterial, Heaven became them in the cold luminous light of Nephilim exacting double-exposure on celluloid.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged david lynch, desert, film, John Biscello, Light, lost highway, love, nephilim, poem, Poetry, sex, shadow
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God’s Lectern
Epic announcement forthcoming about commandments to be scratched onto stone tablets like Eden acid jazz for badland sinners in nuclear raincoats (stream: Wholly Moses the remix on Godify.)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, badlands, bisti badlands, desert, dunes, farmington, God, inspiration, John Biscello, moses
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Breaking Badlands
In the beginning, there were no words.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged badlands, bisti badlands, clouds, desert, farmington, inspiration, John Biscello, New Mexico, rocks, stones
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Where is He?
On the day I landed on Asteroid B-9 and wandered around for a short eternity without a sighting, I asked the Silence if it had said seen the Little Prince to which the Silence responded not at all. The Little … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged asteroid, badlands, bisti badlands, desert, John Biscello, Literary, little prince, Poetry, wandering
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