The Visage
Painting the streets with my fingers gold,
The kingdom is coming, or so we’re told.
Yet the aches of kingdom’s past,
Like a broken mirror, the shattered glass,
Reflects the story in every shard,
love Divine; my soul sets no guard.
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Bon Voyage
Welcome to my art blog! Here you will find photos, films, poetry, stories, and a general record of dreams and memoirs - handcrafted by your friendly, neighborhood johntheroberts. :D Bon Apetit!
The Journey[Man]
Setting Out
"Just as I should seek in a desert for clean water, or toil at the North Pole to make a comfortable fire, so I shall search the land of void and vision until I find something fresh like water, and comforting like fire; until I find some place in eternity, where I am literally at home. And there is only one such place to be found..."
"So here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another
Why am I allowed two?"
-G.K. Chesterton
"So here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another
Why am I allowed two?"
-G.K. Chesterton
Warrior #7
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