what is the heartbeat of life, the intangible lifeblood of man? what forces incite his waiting spirit or causes its ardor to wane? who moves the noble mortal in the courses of his destiny? and with Atlas’ strength anchors in diluvian depths his loyalty? why does man pulse with fire the engine of his blood stark against a cold and frightful sky riveting light against the dark? how can he strive upon strife exciting tempestuous passion and then land firmly in his place in a fine and fearless fashion? i know not. so ask me not. for i can only…
Author walljm
walljm
I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.
bounce, bound, bubble free the effervescent frivolity that rises up from a joyful soul on Christmas day especially — 12/16/09 – 15
The Mysterious Benedict Society, The Mysterious Benedict Society: and the Perilous Journey, The Mysterious Benedict Society: and the Prisoners Dilemma – by Trenton Lee Stewart An excellent series, appropriate for adults as well as children. The Legacy: The Legend of Drizzt, Book VII Starless Night: The Legend of Drizzt, Book VIII Neverwinter: Neverwinter Saga, Book II Gauntlgrym: Neverwinter, Book I (Neverwinter Saga) Road of the Patriarch: The Sellswords, Book III (Forgotten Realms: The Sellswords, Book 3) – by R. A. Salvatore I’m a huge fan of Salvatore. Always excellent. I’ve now read nearly all the books in the Drizzt collection.…
the unerring voice wavered mechanically announcing points of interest to the figures on the wind swept platform standing stodgily in the rain — 12/16/09 – 14
the sluggish embrace of a long friend wrapped in tones of dusk and eerie longing pulls you deep into lands yet unexplored veiled in mists of hope and dreaming — Morpheus – 12/15/09 – 13
rattle and hum move and thrum to and fro squeal and go ringing bell signal well its coming and its going — Train – 12/14/09 – 12
he played music on a street corner not yet full of the seasons bustle the rise and fall of mournful notes a landscape painted in Christmas hues his red stocking cap sat a jaunty angle while tendrils of wispy smoke drifted on the wind, and brass vibrations wafted down the city streets at mid day — Busker – 12/14/09 – 11
by our confession / his indwelling made perfect / our hearts for love — loosely from 1 John 4:15-19
you were my rest and i ached to rest weary shoulders, and a deep deep breath. i’d think of you, and i’d see flowers, calico, and my fondest dreams. we were so close to perfect, but now you’re gone, and i find myself missing you — 12/13/09 – 10 #favorite
i am full of competing desires. hopes, dreams, and knowledge of past failures, they echo in the chambers of my mind ponderous, pondering, weighing, wondering. — 12/12/09 – 9
feel the aural shapes, soft and feathery light, sometimes sharp or hard like steel granite forms expressed on your tongue tasted like things grown from the earth. felt on your skin and in your spine, goosebumps and a flood of tears or a sudden intake of breath. — 12/11/09 – 8 #favorite
fatigue wraps itself around you like a thick blanket, heavy on your shoulders its muffled voice whispers sleep is your friend. — 12/10/09 – 7
blow wind, howl in the morning light race down and through and round the bare and broken city streets. cold and furious, frigid and wry, you wrap your fingers fast round staccato steps and quickened heartbeats — 12/9/09 – 6 #favorite
my son, my son i know the road you take the fragile path, the long sojourn the weary ache and pang of loneliness the despair you sometimes feel when you sink beneath waves of fear and emptiness my son, my son i know — 2/23/2012 — 190 taken loosely from Job 23:10
So here’s what I’ve read so far: By Terry Pratchet: Wyrd Sisters, Witches Abroad What can you say about Pratchet? He’s amazing, hysterical, wise, funny and insightful. I haven’t read anything by him that I didn’t like, a lot. I recommend him highly. By Terry Brooks: The Measure of the Magic, Bearers of the Black Staff I was a little disappointed with Brooks’ latest. Not as good as his usual, and certainly not as good as his earlier work. By Jim Butcher: Storm Front This is the first novel in a long series. It was good. Tight plot and writing. But I wasn’t in…
soft light at the start of day cold and gray, vapor strewn, it dawned timid and reluctant, falling light landing lightly on the variegated cityscape. — 12/7/09 – 5
I have photo galleries that back to Jan 2001, as walljm.com was a personal site before it was a weblog, but the first post as a blog was Feb 15th, 2002. I started writing just after graduating college. Heady days back then, when the blogging community was so small it numbered in the hundreds, and you could track the new posts written on a daily basis on a single page. I’ve grown a lot on this blog, as a writer, a photographer and an individual, slowly loosing juvenile tendencies, slowly getting better as an artist, slowly growing more discerning. This…
i lost my footing back in april and found i was foundering adrift without a tether tied my soul no longer calm it was anguish at first to feel the pressing panic of my mind a palpable fear that i had lost solace in a constant will yet through the turbulence of my excited state of mind a living truth was working to stay a shaky confidence and though not all is settled and doubt yet delves beneath hope is not quite diminished nor truth so easily released — 12/6/09 – 4 the last two lines have always bothered me…
the din was deafening all clamour and clash friends and conversation a dizzying dine and dash — 12/5/09 – 3
someone said the test of love is making hard decisions– choosing, for another’s sake, the necessary actions; taking the proper path though strewn with rocks, watered with tears, and fraught with pain. for love chooses what is best chooses what must be shouldered, borne, and done, in spite of what might be wanted, regardless of what had been hoped. from the poem Hard (i) by Joy Camburn in response to this post.