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Erich with an h |
Posted - 10/02/2002 : 12:25:14 AM all taken today durring a long walk...
you can see the Fluffy influence in a few im sure
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enthuTIMsiast |
Posted - 10/19/2002 : 7:25:21 PM quote: I usually have a general distaste for poetry but I THOROUGHLY enjoyed that.
I second that, Silky. Good work Erich. |
Fluffy |
Posted - 10/09/2002 : 02:20:43 AM Hey Erich, unbelievely stuff!! Both pictures and THE POEM(something that good should be capitalized). I really liked pictures 3 and 4. BEAUTIFUL!! THE POEM, well the poem is FANTASTIC!! That may be some of the best poetry I have ever read. I am not usually a huge poetry buff, but I have my poetic distractions. I wish I could put words together like that. I thought I knew you but....WOW!! Now I am even more impressed by you than I was before. Keep up the great work.
PS, just have to ask, is Miracle misspelled on purpose, for some reason, or dramatic effect? Just curious, I noticed you spelled it wrong on 2 occasions but spelled it wrong identically both TIMes.
Peace & Keep the Faith Fluffy |
Erich with an h |
Posted - 10/07/2002 : 11:23:36 PM digital.
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KevinLesko |
Posted - 10/07/2002 : 2:55:58 PM digital or film?
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Erich with an h |
Posted - 10/06/2002 : 1:10:24 PM quote: Mad Props (last I checked that was still a good thing) on those pictures! What kinda camera you using there?
thank you thank you. Fuji 2600, good camera
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KevinLesko |
Posted - 10/06/2002 : 04:08:37 AM Mad Props (last I checked that was still a good thing) on those pictures! What kinda camera you using there?
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SourGirl |
Posted - 10/06/2002 : 03:40:02 AM Wow, those pictures are amazing, and the poem is also. I always see the prettiest stuff in the mornings when I get off work but I never have my camera with me. Those pictures inspire me to start taking my camera everywhere I go now. Thanks for sharing.
"Loneliness...is and always has been the center and inevitable experience of every man." -Thomas Wolfe |
Erich with an h |
Posted - 10/02/2002 : 6:16:13 PM which one? I'll post a bigger desktop image for it, the quality wont stretch. and thanks, though its Erich, hence the handle
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Captain Petersburgh |
Posted - 10/02/2002 : 6:07:42 PM wow eric. that was very deep. i love those pictures. hey is it ok if i put one of them up as a backgrounds for my computer?
A nice word and a gun will get you alot farther than just a nice word |
tericee |
Posted - 10/02/2002 : 5:46:47 PM Thanks for sharing!
teri
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Silky The Pimp |
Posted - 10/02/2002 : 10:41:04 AM That was fantastic Erich. I usually have a general distaste for poetry but I THOROUGHLY enjoyed that. Wonderful job! -J
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Shiva |
Posted - 10/02/2002 : 08:53:22 AM Erich when are you going to post some of your pics from the mich leg of the tour?
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Posted - 10/02/2002 : 08:41:20 AM yep, erich, I'm extra impressed with that poem. it's the best thing I've read in a long time.
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PJK |
Posted - 10/02/2002 : 01:34:43 AM Wow, Erich, this is powerful stuff! I looked at the pictures and thought they were really good....you show a great deal of talent, you're definitely an artist with the lens. Then the poem. Don't know if I am just more tuned in to a more spiritual mind set at 1:30 in the morning or what, but the poem just blew my mind. All I can say is wow!!!
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Erich with an h |
Posted - 10/02/2002 : 12:29:38 AM And i was influenced by that walk to write this poem...
Molly
Through the windows barely cracked, molly sits upon her chair She shuffles trinkets on her lap and runs her fingers through her hair She thinks in silent pondering about her trials and tribulations While her mind, it starts meandering through other facinations
Like her brother sitting silent staring down upon the ants Taking notes on social structure, their basic can and cants "Ants dont need social commentary", molly says with breathless sigh "theyre mindless, controled by instincts, unlike you and I"
Her brothers concentration breaks to only look aside And stare intently as if he went to study Mollys eyes He knew deep in his heart of hearts Molly didnt understand But he just let off a simple smile while the ants crawled off his hand
Her thoughts did pass and her gaze met the windows on the wall To which she though it was a mirical that they were there at all She always thought the window cracks resembled webs of spiders And like the lace of arachnoid friends, she felt it meant that they were fighters
The light refracts through splintered glass the moonlit sea of stars She always felt so insignificant looking so afar Then she walked the creaky floors as if to play a song The untuned melody to mirror her crying all along
There by her bed she knelt and prayed up to her God on high And listened through her broken window and out into the sky She listened for the answers to the crying of her heart And there beside her knelt a man who gave her quite a start
"I am the father up on high, the holy ghost and spirit I am within each man and woman and give to each their merit But that to which you know of me is far from all at best To you I wish to put your troubles finaly to rest.
I am not the God you think, you dont pray to me in church And for each moment on their knees, my heart of hearts does lurch For if man has one creator, he wouldnt aim to sin us And we would go to him directly, for he would be within us
Think if you will my thoughts this way, maybe then you'll know For each product you as man obtain there is a price to show You therefor need a middle man between you and your prize A thought that may be necessary, but that most men despise
Advance the concept up a step unto a godly level Invent the concept of God and Heaven, Hell and then the Devil Let your middle man be Christ and your plan comes to frutation Now you are the head of the religious corporation
Everybodys prayers and thoughts through middle men now go And there they keep a grasp on what the common man can know And noone dares to question what they say comes after death As though you have a market on the common persons breath
Which leads the way for lack of thought or social commentary Though the corporate heads and churches tell you quite the contrary" Molly, stuned and lost for breath, imeadiatly understood That she couldnt see the things she now knew her brother could
"Do you wish me to continue? I know this seems too much too soon..." Molly strained to move a nod, as if she froze in a cocoon All this time, and was she wrong? Her life devoid existance And though she strained to absorb it all, it flashed in just and instant
"So you see..." the man continued, as though he for the first time spoke "We look upon that which is higher through means that which are broke Within each human, plant, or animal, lies impecable merit Though through our prayer to those unseen we give to others credit
We each have strength beyond perception, though through superficial focus The common "mirical" gets debunked as religious hokus pocus Here within our heart of hearts we have the strength to heal We, more than god, can bring true love, that which we must reveal
Our true Lord lies deep in our soul, and to that we need to nurish Pray to health from just within, pray that your heart will flurish Your soul, to all the engery around is but a mirror You reflect that which you give, and that needs no Forgiver"
And with that her vision cleared and there he was no more Molly stayed a static statue knelt upon her bedroom floor And though her soul would now be bright and lifted, she did weap And with the last breath of the night, "Now I lay me down to sleep..."
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