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Silver Edged Cowboy by zedsonder
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Wassssssssss Up ? by zedsonder Wassssssssss Up ? :iconzedsonder:zedsonder 2 0 Song of the Singing Tree by zedsonder Song of the Singing Tree :iconzedsonder:zedsonder 0 0 P!NKster by zedsonder P!NKster :iconzedsonder:zedsonder 0 0 Electric Glow Selfie Realizations  by zedsonder Electric Glow Selfie Realizations :iconzedsonder:zedsonder 0 0 Bridge that stretches like Film to the Reel. by zedsonder Bridge that stretches like Film to the Reel. :iconzedsonder:zedsonder 3 0 Tensions by zedsonder Tensions :iconzedsonder:zedsonder 1 0 The Saints God by zedsonder The Saints God :iconzedsonder:zedsonder 0 0 Sensual Something by zedsonder Sensual Something :iconzedsonder:zedsonder 0 0 we are Onesie by zedsonder we are Onesie :iconzedsonder:zedsonder 2 0
Literature
Aloha
I flow into her hello like it is the aloe’s Aloha taken from the roots to heal my scarred truths.
She holds me close whispering words that aren’t discerning to the mind concerning the thousand beating hearts that lay beneath the dirt.
Reassurances that no matter which way shift settles that it will always be shifting, growing, becoming the perpetual sun risen set that presents itself with a beauty that moves like mana in the sea.
Her veins extend out feeling my pain and hers, a pulse of the temperature the rises above from below, piercing us from the tips of our toes to the crown of our brow.
She is love, she is peace, she is you, she is me; a spirit that always has been will be when you give attention to her conscious love in unconscious spaces.
Her name is hello, her name is goodbye, her name is here, there and everywhere you hear a babies cry, a sigh of yearn and the burning of ones self to the whole soul.
Past, Future, Presents.
Aloha, Aloha, Aloha.
How I love you Soul.
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Literature
Heroin(e)
Push the needle to the record
(Hold me close, feel the pulse)
Swaying music, bodies for play
(Take the chance, dance the dance)
Lyrical lovers, lust or found
(Gone is time, press rewind)
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She's my heroin(e)
(Euphoric queen, a dreamers dream) 
She's my heroin(e)
(Euphoric queen, a dreamers dream) 
She's my heroin(e)
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Sweat pressed bodies melt together
(Drown me down, to the ground)
Excuse me I need to go now
(Steps stumble, words jumble)
Showering hot tears down the drain
(Not sane, back to refrain)
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She's my heroin(e)
(Euphoric queen, a dreamers dream) 
She's my heroin(e)
(Euphoric queen, a dreamers dream) 
She's my heroin(e)
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Why we do it? I don't know, it feels good to feel the fire of a soul,
pulse on the world, tempo on the beat, so few connections, so many rejections 
hers is of orgasmic recollections retreat.
(feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the beat.)
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She's my heroin(e)
(Euphoric queen, a dreamers dream) 
She's my heroin(e)
(Euphoric queen,
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Mr. Rabbit Wanderrust at Your Serving-ness by zedsonder Mr. Rabbit Wanderrust at Your Serving-ness :iconzedsonder:zedsonder 2 0
Literature
My Realist Friends : A StandUp Piece
Hey friends!  Hey not you, you, yes, you maybe you but just on Facebook.
How many of you have friends out there?  A few here, there.   Looks like ya'all need some more friends, or perhaps a better quality.  Maybe my friends can hang with you and we can like share friends.   Isn't that how it works?
I'm not sure, not one tells me how this works.
Let me tell you about my friends.  They aren't imagination drawn.   They are reality drawn.
They don't settle for their environment and aspire higher than where they are!      
My imaginary friends have the most vivid reality realizations about making reality more real.  Sometimes it gets so real with them it becomes surreal.
Just the other day they were talking about a reality where there was universal peace realized, no war, we are all living as one and love abounded.  
I was like are you sane?   You would have to want to value human life over profit which we don't in this dystop
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zedsonder Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2018
This is the moment of your great awakening.  Rise!  Be made known.  Create works that wonder a wandering, aspire fire, passion!
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zedsonder Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2017
Slown down.  Breathe.  Art will come, at all paces, spaces, places.
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zedsonder Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2017
The urgency for artistic exploration exploded to me reading Ray Manzarek's the Poet in Exile, a book that speaks in depths about the artistic nature of Jim Morrison in an intimate manner.   Yet, in this urgency still remains an unsettled caution to get the work to the best formation that is possible in it's range.   Into the doors of perception.
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zedsonder Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2017
[ Que the changing of seasons as Summer Becomes Fall and there is a tendency to look inward. ]

Self Reflection has been taken to the extreme.  I really feel I have broken that mirror and now I am carving out new artistic measures to understand this space, place called life after ending yet another project that explored the art of becoming, being.  ( healmonics.blogspot.com )

I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote this year, more than I have in a long time.  But it wasn't just writing that was written alone, as with all my work it helped to discover new aspects in myself and this world around me.  It wasn't just writing to write, but to tune something that needed tuning.

But now, now, I feel I have broken that mirror, as mentioned.   

No 7 years bad luck, just a shift with more possibilities of self expression in the shards shining.

Some would call that a mess.

Me?  I call it art.

Cause I certainly don't want to stay here doing the same pieces, the same concepts, the same reflections, connections.

I'm ready to expand the horizon and raise up the sun.

Let it be - become.

z.
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