I start this blog for reasons unknown. Possibly to much time or to much rhyme. Whatever it be we shall see but for now this will be my online gallery. Critique is more valuable than gold so break me down.Tumblr (3.0; @herbalsacrifice)http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/65a5338255f09e4d397565566262f072/tumblr_mgn7mlutTg1qfah8bo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>This world is a playground. Go play!</p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/40562391599http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/40562391599Mon, 14 Jan 2013 20:18:20 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/765252fb28edb620056772e3e4d48ed8/tumblr_mg9yyn8So11qfah8bo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/39954601116http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/39954601116Mon, 07 Jan 2013 16:42:23 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzr03gNL6j1qfah8bo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><div id="posts"> <div align="center"> <div class="page"> <div> <div id="edit15135772"> <div id="post_message_15135772"><em><strong>The Hungry Ghost</strong></em> “These beings are “ghosts” only in the sense of not being fully alive; not fully capable of living and appreciating what the moment has to offer.” The features on the face are meant to be small. Sorry for the terrible image quality. I had to use my camera phone. </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div></p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/18010367134http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/18010367134Tue, 21 Feb 2012 09:54:52 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lze7c4ZyXU1qfah8bo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>First Oil Painting</p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/17611341739http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/17611341739Tue, 14 Feb 2012 12:02:27 -0500<p><p class="MsoNormal">I awoke heart upon the floor, oozing yesterday’s scars, reeking of foreboding. Rising quick to choke it down, hope no one had seen it around. It goes down smooth like cheap vodka staying there like a scared rabbit in the underbrush.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So is each day I awake to the hard rough concrete, to the putrid stench of sewage and the chocking aroma of burning fossil fuels. And when I look upon the world out my bared window into the hazy yellow light the beauty I with hold is trying to sell me a pair of boots made from sheep’s skin.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>            </span>“Do you remember the sounds of the great rivers? A lions roar, deep and thunderous beckoning you forward, daring you to join in his power. Do you remember the whispers of the trees as they sang their quite symphonies to us in the lonely night? “</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>            </span>Oh how I remember. Those were the days when a man’s heart wouldn’t dare crawl from his chest. Those were the day of endless golden fields and fresh cherry blossoms that stole your eyes and spoke to your soul. Those were the days of serenity but those days are gone. Now there is only today.<span> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>                                        -Jonathan Ryan </span></p> <!--EndFragment--></p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/17611321284http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/17611321284Tue, 14 Feb 2012 12:01:51 -0500<p><p class="MsoNormal">I awoke heart upon the floor, oozing yesterday’s scars, reeking of foreboding. Rising quick to choke it down, hope no one had seen it around. It goes down smooth like cheap vodka staying there like a scared rabbit in the underbrush.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So is each day I awake to the hard rough concrete, to the putrid stench of sewage and the chocking aroma of burning fossil fuels. And when I look upon the world out my bared window into the hazy yellow light the beauty I with hold is trying to sell me a pair of boots made from sheep’s skin.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>            </span>“Do you remember the sounds of the great rivers? A lions roar, deep and thunderous beckoning you forward, daring you to join in his power. Do you remember the whispers of the trees as they sang their quite symphonies to us in the lonely night? “</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>            </span>Oh how I remember. Those were the days when a man’s heart wouldn’t dare crawl from his chest. Those were the day of endless golden fields and fresh cherry blossoms that stole your eyes and spoke to your soul. Those were the days of serenity but those days are gone. Now there is only today.<span> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>                                        -Jonathan Ryan </span></p> <!--EndFragment--></p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/17611312774http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/17611312774Tue, 14 Feb 2012 12:01:33 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj0firwqKa1qfah8bo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>The fight inside me grows ever stronger. Twisted, broken, it goes ever longer. At the edge of divide perception is distorted. Beasts of darkness await to be hoarded. The winner is none the winner is all. </p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/4277118027http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/4277118027Sat, 02 Apr 2011 01:35:14 -0400“The days are bright and filled with pain. Enclose me in your gentle rain.”<br/><br/> - <em>Jim Morrison </em>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2398326884http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2398326884Tue, 21 Dec 2010 00:45:13 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldkc3tGDJg1qfah8bo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>The man in the mirror is the man I fear, the man that keeps me here. The man I hold so desperately near. </p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2346752257http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2346752257Fri, 17 Dec 2010 03:11:00 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldkbwrB8HH1qfah8bo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Entitled “Tripping Face” </p> <p>29”x21” Charcoal on paper </p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2346729279http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2346729279Fri, 17 Dec 2010 03:07:00 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldkbqxawVd1qfah8bo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2346710013http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2346710013Fri, 17 Dec 2010 03:04:08 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldkasuorVF1qfah8bo1_r1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Click here. Give me a whirl!</p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2346592823http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2346592823Fri, 17 Dec 2010 02:43:00 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldjqf03YYN1qfah8bo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Hey it’s the cat with the best herbs in town. </p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2341922715http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2341922715Thu, 16 Dec 2010 19:23:23 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldjq7d2OC11qfah8bo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Many years and many tears. All my journeys still end here.</p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2341870573http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2341870573Thu, 16 Dec 2010 19:18:00 -0500<p><p class="MsoNormal">It started ever so softly. At first it was just a gentle dip into the euphoric pool of relief. Then it became occasional swims in the sea of madness. Now… now it has become something completely new. Now the mind is drowning in a river of delusion. There is an ever present evil lurking in the corners of my thoughts, clouding my vision. What is up is down and what is down is sideways.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I need this devil at my shoulder; she lured me in with her promises of freedom and cuffed me down with her persuasive tongue. The world is a grey bleak pit of sorrow until I feel the kiss of my Devil. Every bump brings the color back to the world and put the life back into my soul. That is until my devil leaves me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Were cruising, hand in hand, floating on top of the clouds but I can feel you fading. You’re leaving me. This is the end? The end I fear. The end is near. The end of all our fun, the end has begun. Oh sweet devil I beg of the, please don’t fade away not today not today. Only two left, two to go, then there is nothing to get me on the go. Reality has dinner waiting for me; he cooked a pile of eggs.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dropping in slow motion. How far is it to the bottom? How far do I have to go? Not long now not long to go. As I fall I see what’s happening. I know what’s going on but the Devil has hold. She is gripping to tightly. So I keep falling helpless, hoping for a miracle. I take it as a ride, say that it’s a journey. Yeah you know, take it as it comes. If I could only look deeper I would see devils tricks aren’t quite so cheap. She altered my mind; made me weak. She told me it’s all for the thrills and I believe her lies so easily. Now here I am seconds before the ground and the devil released her grip, she left me alone for the final judgment.</p> <!--EndFragment--></p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2341842815http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2341842815Thu, 16 Dec 2010 19:16:27 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldjpt2LmaO1qfah8bo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Even chickens need a blunt.</p>http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2341773276http://herbalsacrifice.tumblr.com/post/2341773276Thu, 16 Dec 2010 19:10:13 -0500