Passing Through Like Liquid

this love is passing time, passing through like liquid I am ...
I am drunk in my desire...
victoriousvocabulary:

LUSUS
[noun]
freak; a deviation from the normal; any abnormal phenomenon or product or unusual object; anomaly; aberration.
Etymology: Neo Latin, from Latin lusus, “playing, sport”.
[Alexander Kintner]

victoriousvocabulary:

LUSUS

[noun]

freak; a deviation from the normal; any abnormal phenomenon or product or unusual object; anomaly; aberration.

Etymology: Neo Latin, from Latin lusus, “playing, sport”.

[Alexander Kintner]

Image: Felice Sharp

Image: Felice Sharp

rfmmsd:

Illustrator & Artist:
Jordan Gaza
Marker, Pencil, Gouache, Acrylic



"Beneath Every Layer of Skin
Within me there is strength; Within me there is the possibility for change. “

rfmmsd:

Illustrator & Artist:

Jordan Gaza

Marker, Pencil, Gouache, Acrylic

"Beneath Every Layer of Skin

Within me there is strength; Within me there is the possibility for change. “


(Source: jkgaza.wix.com, via gallantgambler)

WRATHFUL DEVOTION ~~~

You gave me a heart that ignites
In the passionate knowing of you,
And having burned in that heat
Is not drawn to lesser fires.
You gave me a mind that expands
To encounter your vastness,
And finds in those fathomless depths
Its own luminous nature.
You gave me a soul that won’t rest
With any barrier to you,
Be it heavy and dense
Or gossamer as a veil.
You gave me an old structure
Made up of my history;
It is heavy and dense,
It is gossamer as a veil.
I meet it, allow it, explore it
And still it grinds on,
A machine that relentlessly churns out
Old patterns and tendencies.
I embrace it, dissolve it, release it —
Still it keeps reincarnating,
Rising up from some ancient template
Held deep in my bones.
I don’t begrudge you your sense of humor,
Beloved trickster,
But I do wonder, now and then,
What you have in mind.
Did you make me to realize a freedom
I can’t fully embody?
Do my heart and soul burn for a truth
That I can’t fully live?
I commune with you in the heavens —
It’s not hard to find you there;
But I need you down here,
In the marrow of my bones.
You can’t turn away now — stay here;
I will have this out with you.
You started something with me,
And now I want it finished.
Yes — I will wrestle with you on this one,
Beloved torturer;
I will wrestle you all the way down
To the very ground
And not rest till I stand
With the soles of my feet upon you,
And not rest till I feel you infuse
My every cell.

—by Jennifer Welwood

Filip Goubert

New mixed media on paper

Filip Goubert

New mixed media on paper

Takato Yamamoto

Takato Yamamoto