Ex Machina

Love me some Steampunk. artwork by Cris Ortega

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Never after

“Once upon a time, a wish, a promise of eternal love. A smile, a lie, a last kiss, and a simple ‘wait for me’. ‘Till death do us part’, you said, and Death will part us for sure. But to hold from that day forward, my enslaved soul was left down. And I hear the

Never AfterNever After

The sound of her wings

I’m going to be posting some Chris Ortega artwork here because I am so blown away by it. Artwork featuring the popular character Death of The Sandman series of Neil Gaiman.

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a church is born

a church is born

Stalin’s ‘Railroad of Death’ Witnesses Revival

SALEKHARD, Northern Siberia — In 1949, thousands of Russian political prisoners were ordered to a Siberian labor camp to build a railway. Many died trying to finish the rail line.

Today, Pastor Anatoly Marichev is honoring their memory by starting a house of worship, Good News Church, on the very spot that housed many of the prisoners.

The fruit is the Good News Church, a thriving evangelical congregation that has risen in the heart of the Siberian Tundra led by Marichev.

“People are turning to the Lord all over this region,” he said. “Families are being healed, people delivered from alcohol and drugs.”

The church was built in the exact location of Stalin’s 1950s railway labor camp.

“To have a spiritual center, a house of worship, in this location is not just symbolic — but also strategic,” Marichev noted.

Ex Machina

Ex Machina

Love me some Steampunk.
artwork by Cris Ortega

Never after

Never after

“Once upon a time, a wish,
a promise of eternal love.
A smile, a lie, a last kiss,
and a simple ‘wait for me’.

‘Till death do us part’, you said,
and Death will part us for sure.
But to hold from that day forward,
my enslaved soul was left down.

And I hear the frogs croaking songs
telling me that it’s all my fault,
that I wait at the shade of the swamp
for a man that will never return.

Here, where the sun doesn’t shine,
the only woice I can reach
is the sad song of a lullaby
of a bell that tinkle in the air.

And when Death comes,
will you cry for me?
Will you be there by my side
at the edge of my last breath?

Past the point of no return,
there’s nothing left here for me.
My happy end is the curse
of a twisted fairy tale.”

Poem and artwork by Cris Ortega

The sound of her wings

The sound of her wings

I’m going to be posting some Chris Ortega artwork here because I am so blown away by it.

Artwork featuring the popular character Death of The Sandman series of Neil Gaiman.

all things pretty

all things pretty

I know something odd is going on with the picture slider on here, but I’m working on 6000 things at one time today and don’t have time to really get into it right now.

What I need to do is jump in my car, head to the gym and swim some laps to clear my head and that is exactly what I’m going to do.

I’ll finish this paperwork, bath the dogs, and fix this coding problem later.

changing my outlook

changing my outlook

I hope anyway. Tonight someone told me I seemed at times rigid and guarded. I wish that wasn’t true but it most likely is. I really thought I had a handle on this but I suppose I still need a bit of work. Keep on keeping on.

America is calling