~ Paint it as it truly is, sing it as it truly is, and write it as it truly is. If in doing so, many are offended, then let this be the grade of excellence in life! May the artist never cave into the temptation of being a man please, but rather enjoy the honest pains of life, much of which is sorrow. ~ Snow Luminos™, David J. Hinkle
~ The finest literature in the world is full of swearing, contrasts and comparisons of truth in life. Not “cleaned up”, but rather told like it is. May it never change due to some new way of “political correctness” or the cowardly way of erasing the text due to offending some. Let art, music, and literature be free to express humans in their true nature, much of which is evil. Apart from this truth as a freedom of expression, births a painting of cloudy mirrors, a song of dishonest ranting, and a book that is full of lies. ~ Snow Luminos™, David J. Hinkle
~ A desired blessing of a hermit or monk, may actually gift an accomplishment in life. Far too many souls running around, back and forth like crazed foxes with their tails on fire. The wisps look very busy in their momentum of life, yet they are like mad tornadoes who destroy the very creations around them, creations birthed from their inner inspirations. The art of creating and destroying is like death to a poet, a sickness in the bones. To calm a spirit, a soul to breathe, is becoming a harder task as this chaotic world continues to spin. ~ Snow Luminos ™, Copyright © 2014, David J. Hinkle.
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~ A flashback ~
The innocent sheeples, the herd all gathered, complaining about the rising cost of their health, cursing the vampires who live in castles up high. “The vampires always have the best medicine, wine for the soul” they shout. The king, hearing their desperate cries, imposed an idea to ease the herd’s frowns, to bind those greedy, blood-sucking, vampires. A new decree was issued, sold as carrying the weight of little gold, possibly even free. Well, that was the plan. Quickly, in the fog of night, the vampires stormed the castle of the king to remind him that nothing is free. “We must have blood”, they cried. The king knew this all along, just waiting to devise a new decree, a new law, a law that would benefit not just the vampires, but the king himself, his household included. Time continued on in the mist of the night, all in secret chambers, the vampires and the king crafting a plan, the salvation of all.
~ Present Time ~
Just look! The herd is happy, traveling back to their humble abodes, back under the shadow of the vampire castles, for they thought to rise up in militant force, possibly to even travel to lands afar, to find new kings, new saviors of their cause. Yet, they breathed in the fog, the misty innocence cast down from the lofty castles of old ways, the vampire blood of the king was again united. The herd cared not, for they had always risen before, yet lacked the strength to fight long. No, it was best to ease life under the watchful eye of the same blood-sucking, vampires that fed off them before. Yet, one thing is odd. The herd no longer as keen to the vampire’s attire, even the wings of the prior, for the vampires changed their looks, rearranged their painted faces with different shades of makeup, switched their wardrobe, and temporarily hid their wings behind their backs. “All is grand”, say they to the herd, “Relax, for we will all be gathered together, like ole times, during the feast of blood and wine!”
Copyright © 2013, Snow Luminos ™, David J. Hinkle
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Perigee Super Moon - May 5, 2012 - Taken with a Samsung WB150F - by David J. Hinkle, Snow Luminos ™ - snowluminos.tumblr.com/
Video includes artist song, “I Lost My Soul” by Snow Luminos ™, David J. Hinkle
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~ Transform into a Black Sheep, be outcast, be different, be unique. When the ignorant mob pushes in, return their fire, shame their pride, flee their ignorance, dis-spell their hatred, crush their jealousy. Speak not a word upon the fools, but rather turn back, slip away into the mist, away from their grasp, into thine secret garden. This is what it means to live free. They will hunt you. Yet, have not fear. ~ Copyright © 2013 Snow Luminos ™, David J. Hinkle
~ Speak evil against me, mercy be - Speak wounds into my child, I’ll be toward thou not mild. ~ Copyright © 2013 Snow Luminos ™, David J. Hinkle
~ “Knowledge is Power - I love the power of Logic in defense against evil souls who yield weapons of mind, body, spirit - soul. Simple study of history grants light upon supernatural, deeper tactics, used for centuries to crush the weak, to control the masses, to bring upon a state of “Sheepledom”. - Power is Control - Those who have Power want to Control - Religion can destroy the very fabric of ones nature when used in an evil manner. Yet, Logic - Logic, Pure Logic is blessed! - Logic has proven throughout the history of mankind that it alone, at certain times, has and continues to disarm those who use religion as a means to bring hurt and harm to others. I have disarmed and slain many a religious freak by simple means of rational thought. In doing so, I have not lost sight of the gods, or love for almighty Creator.” ~ Copyright © 2013 Snow Luminos ™, David J. Hinkle
Sob tears cry, thumbing fists in the sky
Blaming the gods, for storms arise
Fools were warned, build not on sand
Ignorant told, stay off flood land
Cursing creation, blaming her ways
Nature’s full beauty, Lightning and Haze
Ancient Sky, Moon smiles upon Sun
Rain, Thunder, Wind, and Sea
Feeble men, ears so thin
Wisdom is crying, in her lands
Blame not Mother Nature, Blame not the gods
Fault is thine own’s, ignorant cause
© 2013 - Snow Luminos™, David J. Hinkle