To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. - Ecc. 3

El Yunque, Puerto Rico

Friday, August 13, 2010

i love words addendum

"My addiction to diction has me itching for the quickest of prescriptions for vivid depictions of the most intimate visions. Only the most descriptive of scriptures that allows me to picture an image solely based on the inscription of scribblers is my intention."
- a really good poet (#postedwithoutpermission, #dontsueme)


the flow of your diction caresses the shores of my mind. loquacious lips carry prolix kisses delivered by divine tradition. stories and verbal inventions drawing fact from fiction. love, comedy and affliction in a smooth, warm mixture of words turned picture become permanent fixture in my mind's eye.
-me
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