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of dreams by thomas-mariner, literature

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of dreams

an abyss staring at me a mistress unknowingly undecidedly staring into... abyss! a mirrors gaze her lips gliding sagaciosly over the mouth of another abyss! enigmatically enchantingly staring into... a mist like the edge of dreams their tongues slithering tastefully slithering gracefully slither divinity (slithering trinity) ah but reflections run away into the mist upon the edge of dreams

to be sacred and profane by thomas-mariner, literature

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to be sacred and profane

along came a spider who sat down beside her to watch a neverending setting of the sun he spun a tale of love and guilt until the sunrise never comes and i'm so tired i can't sleep for I watch from distant planes above the mist of her elysium, below the rivers from her eyes i am the ruin in her eyes within the ruin in her eyes. i'm the spider and the watcher 'til the sunrise never comes and i'm so tired i can't sleep until the sunrise never comes sacred and profane until the sunrise never comes two-faced and one-sided, i am the eidolon within her the angelic vampire of the purgatory womb

fading light by thomas-mariner, literature

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fading light

a fading light wanders into the distance finding it's way to the home its always known and all the glory of sight will never stand so tall as the towering void that calls the light home don't you wonder...don't you? don't you want to know where the light goes when it wanders into the distance? don't you wish you could go where the light goes when it fades into the distance...into the impossible? Now don't you wonder why i must go. And don't you worry. I can't help but sometimes go to where the light calls home... and look down from the towering void...upon my own one day we'll walk together into the stillness... the quivering i

chapter two by thomas-mariner, literature

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chapter two

II The Moon, My Confidant My father had always been quite the drunk and on rare occasions the drink would flood his anger. As a father he adopted minimal standards, and I would always have rather had him as a friend. A fortnight passed slowly before word proceeded from my mouth after my mother took her own life. It seemed that life had lost its flavor without my mother in the household. I helped my father in the fields, and scarcely would I eat meals for it seemed as though there was no hope in my life. My father and I eventually came to the discussion of my education after I began to speak again, and he offered me one thing that c

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before and without by thomas-mariner, literature

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before and without

sitting by a window pane chiseling a heart of jade wondering if i have any faith tapping rhythm of the rain is there a voice that calls my name beneathe the pitter-patter water fall out comes the sun to dry the rain piercing through the storm's remains promising with rainbows that we are not alone? mannaflakes amidst the dew what am i supposed to do? tell me, "o" teacher of the oldest school that we are not alone oracle of the morrow pervade my senses who is this child who plays in the rain? i cannot seem to hear his name amidst the pitter-patter water fall

THE TOME OF SHADOWS by thomas-mariner, literature

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THE TOME OF SHADOWS

volume i-rising from denial the deep trench of my transgressions visited me one night as i nodded off the peer of conciousness for so long i thought i was asail, but i was swimming deeper, and when i heard the music calling i... i said to my ghastly guest i guess you'll do as you wish with me and i will listen for a change and the silent water's singing deafened me, and i was swimming deeper, and when i heard the music calling i... when i heard the music calling i could only breathe and then i screamed purify me purify me purify me the bubbles showed me the error of my ways and i saw that it was damn sure time for me to cha

Caduceus by thomas-mariner, literature

incantation-remembrance by thomas-mariner, literature

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incantation-remembrance

rhythm starts us waking to a new night and we breathe together we breathe together we breath as one, and joining into one, one ever changing creature we change together we change together we change as one and we remember, and remembering together, we are alive we remember we remember we breathe we change we are alive we are divine the circle is complete and changing, and as we are sewn together bound together we remeber we are alive we are divine

the shadow's shadow by thomas-mariner, literature

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the shadow's shadow

hespera, eos_the waxing fates - (shadow's shadow 1) standing here alone, reaching for the sun a shadow moves through day hour by hour like a stone gathering, i stand still and darkness devours my last casting comforting familliar darkness shrouds me now and i encourage you to name your fear in the dark and don't be afraid so when the sun melts night you can stand alone as destiny approaches me, i embrace a new begginning as i know every new beginning is a new beginnings end yet destiny approaches me and i will it away i am some broken piper in the streets but my fear will empower me ...it pours (shadow's shadow 2) been raining

an utterance of orison by thomas-mariner, literature

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an utterance of orison

a pervading vision. a crystal wash of life. refracted language. the structure of our strife. is a curtain of reality open lids on glassy eyes of three in a timely Eastern glance you'll see in wisdom waits the living santurary an utterance of Orison invokes Nirvana's new regime the mask of martyrs called wisdom bears a holy trinity: know this: time is just a river rinning dry remember: stars are more than strangers walking side by side. remember: open lids on glassy eyes of three remember: power, peace, simplicity

the harbour's arms by thomas-mariner, literature

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the harbour's arms

I am the voice of every fallen angel who sails the sky's embedded eyes ...to see with thine eyes of tomorrow is to turn today to past and things will pass they will pass right through and when they are gone only you will remain and they say 21 grams will pass into forvever with empty hands, and I know you.. you've seen the dark I won't tell you what to see, but maybe I can show you how don't fret about what is done is done. for the guilty beast will have it's way sail beyond the trying times of pain, and the harbor's arms in waiting lay

THEY are WE by thomas-mariner, literature

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THEY are WE

without a trace they watch us in what we've always deemed as silence though lying still we dance with them eluding lethargy and lamentation wet the rusty tongue chanting (for)eternity as you watch her dreaming whisper a purple spring of light without language. misty shadows easily trudge through the forest under the secret cry of winter's mother moon. rob the moment, drinking time red as blood eclipsed sky sea of vision flood of light roses rain red is blue see her want her sleeping truth beings being ethereal and silent rising up from the deadend living walking without footprints in a mo

Confusion in the Key of Hg by thomas-mariner, literature

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Confusion in the Key of Hg

you can misconceive by JUST believing what is it you are seeking? oh, the questions swirl... like leaves falling in spring like births and deaths of disbeliefs I believe by disbelieving(.) if I just go, someone will follow. I succeed by disbelieveing(.) if I just LET go, these fields will fallow. you can misconceve by JUST believeing. what it is that you are seeking but please beleive in me(!) Like the faithful leaves Falling in the greenest spring. The Rites of Spring can wait for Now to come Back with tomorrow's greater plow to sow the needful seed I will plant this key WHEN it belongs.

Prologue by thomas-mariner, literature

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Prologue

It's quite simple really. For so long man relied on man to shine the light of God. It's not man's place to shine this holy light, and so mistakes were made. So I say again, it's quite simple. The prophesies were all wrong. Miscalculations were made from the beginning until the dark day the devil's armies converged upon the world for Armageddon. God and all his supposed angel-soldiers were nowhere to be found on this day that began a new era, war's end (Annotated from here on as W.E.). So, the devil had his way with the entire world, and the world was slain, raped, and possessed. This was not the glorious end romanticized over mil

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A Boy And His Mudpie by tragicomplexity, literature

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A Boy And His Mudpie

Don't you worry; I'll save you all the trouble I'll preserve this precious moment inside a silver bubble No need to question tomorrow Just let your heart follow the neon glowing arrow Everything we had was just a fad And all that we share is never there We were complacent and merely adjacent Yet the fates don't even care Don't you fret; I'll save you the hassle, I'll corral this elusive feeling in a skynet of vanilla tassels Don't bother listening to reason's veritable rasp Because I think you look so perfect with your face pushed up against the glass Everything we had was just a fad And all that we share is never there We were

For I have Sinned by ohfever, literature

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For I have Sinned

I once had An affair with Jesus, When my legs were swollen And my eyes looked like heat Melting sidewalks. It was kept quite hush-hush Afraid that Hashem would find out And no Holy Mary's or hall- elujahs would save me . But his voice Beat wildly with the Promise of a fake honey heaven Complete with wings that would Be glued onto my shoulder bones. And I suffocated under The red light from his Eternal flame. I didn't believe in Men nailed on crosses But I needed a cross-heaven With twinkle angels And winged warriors. I kept waiting to be kissed By fate, to be swept up In the arms of forgiveness And to elope with A m

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to be sacred and profane by thomas-mariner, literature

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to be sacred and profane

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About thomas-mariner

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United States
Deviant for 19 years
www.myspace.com/thomas_mariner
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Current Residence: houston, tx
Favourite genre of music: the kind which pervades my soul
Personal Quote: i move on...like nothing came between...

Favourite Visual Artist

alex grey, michael parkes, salvador dali, escher

Favourite Movies

eternal sunshine, beyond borders, 21 grams, stigmata, fight club, american beauty, requiem,

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

tool, apc, stereophonics, vnv nation, sigur ros, pinback, porcupine tree, korn, damien rice, dfc

Favourite Writers

maynard james keenan

Favourite Games

chess, scrabble

Tools of the Trade

words of subtleties intertwined with the reality that we accept as a people.

Other Interests

growth in all aspects of life

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thomas-mariner

Feb 23, 2007

timeless

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For those of you who only knew my husband through his art, you missed an amazing man.  For those of you who knew him best, you know he is timeless and irreplaceable.  He'd probably be pissed that I'm screwing with his page, but... oh well.  I love him with all of my heart, my soul, and my life, and I know I am not alone. Charles Wilkerson (Thomas-Mariner) passed away yesterday morning, Feb. 22, 2007. He was leaving a job site headed north on the interstate when a drunk driver entered an exit ramp heading south on the northbound side.  He was hit head on and I was told he felt nothing.  He was dead within minutes of being loaded into the amb

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thomas-mariner

Jan 15, 2007

fuck iraq

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going to iraq in june.  maybe earlier.  i don't know what else to say about this really. i think i'm going to sleep all day now.

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thomas-mariner

Aug 7, 2006

a trip

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so far this annual training has been more interesting than expected. i  spent an evening in shannon, ireland saw the sunrise in Cyprus Saw the Nile and the Pyramids. Spent the Night in Sicilly sometimes the marine corps can be pretty cool.

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