These pictures were taken in Downtown Bangor, ME - USA. At night in the bitter cold the place can feel like a ghost town, so I decided to capture it... Apparently a DeLorean came through here... Love moving

Deltanis It is known that for every word spoken, For every speech given, and for every song sang, There are thousands more that lurk in the depths of fear and doubt. To roam the streets and alleyways,

From Break of Dawn Fate has carved cruel lines in my face. Their existence dwells despite the attempt to sever. Forging paths outside my identity, they’re becoming their own entity, Justified by such,

Waveform From caress of hills, To the kiss of the valleys, Rise and fall with me. The echoes will sing, Rising to your frequency, Reverberation. I cannot lose this, The dance you play in my ear, Sing me

Eneryia A gift of old The pagan’s path Plant the seed Flow with haste Gears turn to rust Walls will fade When dawn breaks The wisps will play To be born again Anew. ©2017 Steve Deltanis All rights reserved

Face the Void Let the sirens sing and the drums set tempo - Let the rhythm sheathe the veil upon your face. Bring forth the tools of war. From shackled minds you must let go, Let the rhythm’s cadence set

Last Desserts The moonlight rises in majestic tempo, Piercing streams that flow in from the mismatched crevices, Illuminating the intricate steel carvings, that now surrounds me. Each little spire is unique,

This is a poem put together based off a theme in my upcoming book. It is accented by Olympia Paint colors for fun, and textured by the lore of the book. Rustling Leaves In the Mountain Green, she will

So I'm pretty excited to share some of my poems that were nominated to be published this upcoming year. They all tie in to a large scale fantasy book I am writing. I plan to share a bunch of the poems

With all the attention on the BTC fork happening soon, what does this mean for ETH? I have seen all sorts of theories, that we need a thread for facts.... Firstly will exchanges all be shutting down just