ex·cy·clo·pe·di·a

ex·cy·clo·pe·di·a

Goodbye olde friend Britannica, your pages... dearly missed.
Fixed firm in reality, now only ether to untwist.
Volumes from eh to zed...no more upon the shelf.
Gilded spine & gold leaf edge, the symbol of knowledge & wealth.
Specter without body, books without their ink,
Will you still haunt libraries & places people think?

Murder

Woe!

That this breath cannot be retrieved.

Permanent, & poisonous as cyanide.
These words still hang from my lips,
Gilt stained red, from heels to finger tips.
These eyes cannot unsee, these ears can-never unhear,
the ink black wounds that cut so deep, a Friend so dear.
A Murder welcomed by my heart,
my own... surely deserved from the start.
This curse is in my veins, from my father's,
fathers born to bathe in flames.

I killed God! I killed God! Crucified Jesus, with my sin. 

But he is not dead, He is alive, He is risen!

Worthy, Victorious, Lord, Justice, HOLY, God of Grace.
He bore my lowly sinful debt to call me face to face.

Happy New Year Montana

Shenzhen Port Authority

I have nothing to declare no goods,you can plainly see.
I have no duty to pay, no contraband, & no refugee.
My papers are good, my visa correct please let me on my way.
My flight is leaving soon & still an hour away.
Oh dear China imagination/customs personal,
I just thought I'd let you know, your crossing is to me, half hour in-Hell.

Flights of Fancy

Dearly beloved United flight 869

Endless as the Oceans, stubborn as the Sea.
Oh would, that this tin box, please, carry me?
Oh would that your dear wings, hold fast to your frame,
Or that your troubled engines, would stop spitting flames?
Oh how can I trust, your doors to stay shut,
or whether your radio...this time, makes the cut?
This I suppose, I will count as grace.
stranded in San Fran for days at a space.

Flights of Fancy #1

Over the Arctic

Tundra, oh frost of many names.
How many mlies do you pile high?
Do you count your endless days?
Do you sit cold & wonder how far it is to spring?
Do your northern lights & glaciers lament, or do they sing?
Do you ever wish to move somewhere, where permafrost will thaw?
Oh' how I do hope you are, content... the beauty that you are.

Stacked right to the Sky

Megalomania

City of Fog

from under the earth

Product Development Infographic

The Fashion design industry works year around almost a year in advance. this is a calendar year including seasons and what stage the produce is in at any given time.

Smart deco two thousand & eleven

This was the invitation for the second annual swing dance & silent film
party.
by Daniel Ramer

Kings with crowns upside down

Pawns & bishops at fray.
At war we wage our earthen way, at war we pretend to play.
Our strongholds we raise up to the sky, in brick we place or trust.
In the image of self righteous man, we worship our own dust.
But just as blind to the future as to our squandered past,
the kingdoms we have sculpted surely will not last.
The earth will tremble, the people rise,
our image rase to the ground,
to the echo upon the shores "be still" it's only sound.

Mom & Dad

My mom & dad

Week Ends

Oh to the grace of a good Creator, & the sacred Sabbath He so blessed, that He in all His foresight gave us a day, to sit in rest. But so often in our worldly hearts, we run rampant each day into the next. Reaching with empty hands clawing at success. But what then will that win us, but to each our early death?
Thank you dear sweet Savior for the day you were laid to rest, that then you rose the next, Oh how we... are doubly blessed.
Love Daniel