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I dance...... by LancelotPrice, literature

sometimes all the days are long ones by LancelotPrice, literature

seals by LancelotPrice, literature

what need by LancelotPrice, literature

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what need

what need have i for ritual when i began as buddha one of billions of buddhas all lives all things are buddhas though some are unawakened still their nature does not vary we are all the same we need no ceremony no images no sculptures no burnings no buildings no lights no darkness for all is lightdark no victories no defeats all is one we are the only real what need, by Lancelot Price 2018 January 22

levitating by LancelotPrice, literature

tube radio by LancelotPrice, literature

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tube radio

metal wire plucks forms from electric air In the little laboratory of walls of wood they're taken in The tubes of glass stand in ranks of organ pipes vacuum of emptiness in them there's magic in the heat and glow making music like a sorceror Abra Ca Dabra!! Let it be... SO and the music plays You might think that a radio like this would play only music from Bing Crosby or Nat King Cole but no It's a classic rock station old fave tunes from long ago Enter Sandman, Ten and Jeremy spoke in class today and Perfect Places What I Won't Do For Love the Bieb and Harry and all their kin There is magic in the glow and memories tube radio, by Lanc

fireworks barking by LancelotPrice, literature

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fireworks barking

fireworks announcing a new year by calendar lies and imaginings In the distance and muffled by walls and headphones and music some few sound like barking dogs suspicious of what may come and certain of the smell of what's gone What a stench was there my young lords when winter came and the white walkers dressed in best finery marched over and crushed us all the music and sparkles cannot disguise the sound of broken bones but distracts us for a while fireworks barking, by Lancelot Price 2018 January 1, a little after midnight

Denver by LancelotPrice, literature

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Denver

I am traveling I am shadowed and invisible In Denver I can effect nothing nor in any other city I think I must be dead Back home Jimmy will be alone though still in sunlight and fully visible We had some good years Jimmy and I and a bad one or two But now cut off in the middle of it all each of us is alone again just like we used to be when we were little kids This would stink to heaven high but there is no heaven Another fine myth you've got me into, Stan Yes I think I must be dead My airline tickets will be cancelled Denver, by Lancelot Price 2017 December 31

Medicine for a bad year by LancelotPrice, literature

moon by LancelotPrice, literature

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moon

O crescent moon above glow down softly The mortals down below lie dreaming in their beds of goosedown pillow and shallow mat whilst you light the way to paradise and sweet sweet love O moon canst not thou see in dark thyself or blind are you in park and wild? And staggering all like unto a beggar filled with unearned wine I think perchance this may be the case a box of bottles consumed and empty whilst you have led these men to stray Far from the path shown by holy priests they are lost in love Evil unmeant is a drunken moon and a boon to love moon, by Lancelot Price this night of 2017, December 17

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I dance...... by LancelotPrice, literature

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what need by LancelotPrice, literature

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levitating by LancelotPrice, literature

tube radio by LancelotPrice, literature

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tube radio

fireworks barking by LancelotPrice, literature

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fireworks barking

Denver by LancelotPrice, literature

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Denver

Medicine for a bad year by LancelotPrice, literature

moon by LancelotPrice, literature

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Compassion for the Recidivist by squibblyquill, literature

White light by sherbetblooms, literature

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White light

He says “hop on”, and I obey - I slide my hands into his pockets and anticipate speed. We climb up the valley wall, the beauty overwhelms, as if for the first time I’ve seen this space - Dreamscapes surround us as we blur through the country. Some ancient chemical switch clicks off inside and I gaze at the sun drenched leaves and forest flowers. We disappear into the shade, as the forest opens up her deep verdant heart. And I continue to sit in chaotic flight smothered by a God-smock, painted by every colour ever known - and I exhale all my yesterdays and tomorrows away, I am thoroughly renewed.

The old shoes, the lost shoes by oviedomedina, literature

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The old shoes, the lost shoes

But she still keeps that useless china from decades before from those trips to all the whatevers of the world that nobody cares about and pales even if the smallest crack pops up after the clean ups all of that she still does but she blinks nothing when it comes to trashbining others´ everything: the few happy memories contained in old toys, the prides of reaching for whatever wisdom in any old book or photocopy, the unassuming humility and prudence contained in the worn out shoes that were, as the poet goes, as loved as the city that fathered you. As unthinking as buying new shoes forcing him to wear the new shoes taking the ol

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liquefying vessels in a worldpool by Ladnavar, literature

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liquefying vessels in a worldpool

like potatoes, softly melting in the pot their skin and meat now brush against the rock gently - barely tickling it at all, while the foolhardy young noodle tries to tie itself a knot around the firm and stony giant; blind it cannot feel its wobbly limb, dancing in the rain of torn organic parts shrooms mushed, I see their juices seep into the current, and the dust of herbs becomes a thin veil, like an asteroid belt, or the milky way itself going round and round, and up and down, inside this greater vessel known as the worldpool but to whose will do we all cook?.. where in this torrid storm can I find his or her taste their aroma, where d

i drew my heart with dry erase marker by PatchworkLynx, literature

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i drew my heart with dry erase marker

i drew my heart with dry erase marker (wet red curvature inking it sharper) soil sand earth glass the boards we use for graphs in economics class. Gold and blood(both dirty and clean) circulate hungry and far between they follow their guilty they point their blame water honey roses flame teacher laughed(but history read that in the long run we're all dead earth glass soil sand) burn our coal and sell the land block by day and book by page i grin your glee i wreck your rage cloud by sky and star by night my heart it often sleeps in spite drawings washed off permanent grinned their mess and did their stint (breathe wait soap and then)they

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Being by LancelotPrice, literature

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Being

In the great mirrors of the grand ballroom, reflection of two spirits dancing. On every wall a giant mirror and on the ceiling many smaller ones. From unseen orchestra the huge deep bass of the downbeat. They waltz to Caribbean Blue. Rising and falling with sound as they swirl around the room to the voice of angels. One with hair the black of space and the other with hair like moonlight. They are of equal height, both dressed in black. Swallow-tail coats like Fred Astaire. As they swing around their common center, we cannot tell who leads. Holding to each other they swirl to right, reverse to left in a path that flows around the enormous roo

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I finally have a book available here> www.lulu.com/shop/lancelot-pri…
I decided to make all profits go to my friend, Ron

, or to his heirs, not to me. It will be available in other places in the future. Or maybe not.
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The writer formerly known as moonflower-kimono> moonflower-kimono.deviantart.c… or 'Gypsy-Knight'

Concealing the whole T^n^12-x complications thing in brief streams of simple words.

I live in financial poverty self-imposed by sliding from one pleasure to another as though by wayward gravity. So there we are. um... or rather, There I am.

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Auto biography, Chapter One ;)

I must have been too ignorant yet when I was a little kid; I should have known right away what ride I was in for when the first book I ever read was Alice in Wonderland-Through the Looking Glass.

Talking lilies, teapots full of dormice. Oh yes, I should have suspected that life would be full of extraordinary unbirthdays, and I would forever play croquet with flamingo mallets.

I never did fit the standards, and that's what made my life the interesting thing it is. I can probably never be sure if wildness was already in me so that I resonated with Wonderland or whether Wonderland made me wild. Either way, I could never be satisfied with ordinary life; I needed, yes, nEEded, life more intense and beautiful. I was blessed by Lewis Carroll. I'll be grateful to him as long as I live.

[The Wonderland part was originally a response to a journal entry by my first dA friend

a former EMT, an IT guy for a hospital, a drummer, an encourager, and a storyteller. Goodbye, my friend. He died many years short of the statistical average.Now his work is gone from dA, so he is even deader. Such is the fate of all of us; the flow of events makes us all disappear from even memory. Live your best, your fullest, while you can.]

Current Residence: here in my head
Favourite genre of music: just music-DavidBowie,Years&Years,Troye Sivan,Beatles, PSB, Limahl, New Order,Radiohead,Adele,ad inf.
Favourite photographer: Henri Cartier-Bresson, Gene Smith, Ansel Adams
Favourite style of art: metaphor
Operating Systems: 7 and Vista. 7 is the same as Vista with a lot fewer device drivers
MP3 player of choice: Foobar2000,WinAmp 5.63withWinAmpModern skin, WinAmp 2.95 [for the animated vertical frequency graph with selectable styles and colours
Shell of choice: pasta, Murex, and garden snail
Wallpaper of choice: don't like wallpaper, I prefer wooden walls, as did the fifth-century 'BCE' Athenian navy
Skin of choice: very firmly supported
Favourite cartoon character: mm... right now I'd say Totoro!! and Porco Rosso. Oh! and Calvin and Hobbes! and Howl!
Personal Quote: If it coulda, it woulda.

Favourite Visual Artist

priteeboy and ceruleanvii (both on dA); Hiroshige, Severini, Frank Lloyd Wright, Gaudi

Favourite Movies

a few of many>Lawrence of Arabia,Stand By Me,LOTR,The Dark Knight,Fight Club,The Crying Game,V for Vendetta,MoonriseKingdom,Being John Malkovich

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Beethoven,Radiohead,J.S.Bach,Pearl Jam,Trent Reznor [NIN],Mozart,Duran Duran >

Favourite Books

a few of many>Seven Pillars of Wisdom [by Lawrence of Arabia], fountains of Paradise [by Arthur C. Clarke],Le Morte d'Arthur, by Thomas Malory

Favourite Writers

me :D And uh.. maybe Shakespeare, Ray Bradbury, Douglas Adams, Mark Twain, 'Lewis Carroll'

Favourite Games

SoulCaliburIV, SoulCalibur, Wipeout 3, Wipeout2097/XL, GT, Forza Motorsports

Favourite Gaming Platform

Xbox360, Dreamcast, PSX

Tools of the Trade

whatever does what I want it to do

Other Interests

blades, blood, beauty, engineering design, cars, sailboats, fantasy, science-fiction, steam, + more

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Lintu47

Mar 27, 2020

oviedomedina

May 21, 2018

Thank you very much for the favorite Lance.

LancelotPrice

May 22, 2018

Allways a pleasure, Diego.

My pleaure.

Hey there, my friend. Thank you, bigtime.

LancelotPrice

Mar 1, 2018

My pleasure, Scott. I've forgotten what I did, though, in all my current emotional excitement over a movie, which seems to be changing my method of living permanently. Sorry about that. I'm kinda scattered at the moment.