Chamber of Cognitive Chaos
post a comment | posted Jun 14
Confining quartet of walls, one, drawn in cold iron bars, shadowing days in darkness, absent windows, swallow stars...
Wet Dripping Tongue
1 comment | posted Jun 13
In a dry spell, rain falls, but only between your toes. You can run, skip, and play through it, but still, you're left dehydrated, baked, and crunchy. In order to overcome such a drought, you press on, until another spring comes along and humidifies your voice again...
I left my heart in Okinawa
2 comments | posted Jun 13
Upon arriving, I would have never known that by the time I left that I could find myself in love with its easy going spirit. A spirit that took hold of me, embracing my heart in its kingdom, the Ryukyu kingdom of worry free wonder and a peaceful calm...
Phantom of Light
post a comment | posted Jun 12
Cloaked in a charcoal clothes, sneaky silhouettes tiptoe under lights gaze, and it's in these days, the brightest of days, when out come the darkest of the shadows...
Below Nights Frostbitten Skin
post a comment | posted Jun 9
Ice pterodactyls, fractals frozen through, rendered from the heavens, coloring hell blue. They fell while I slept, while I dreamt of just you, you and your lips, seductive, yet true...
Sleepless Inspiration
post a comment | posted Jun 8
Magnetic steel blue eyes, painted in shadow rings, struggles to find midnight, bound by wakes strings. Hollow limbs maneuvered, moved by restless mind, missing moons slumber, where dreams do unwind...
Three Misused Words
1 comment | posted Jun 7
"I love you" rolls off ones tongue to another's heart. "I love you," three words overly misused in lies and lust losing their power...
Camera gets all the Action
5 comments | posted Jun 5
Do you ever wonder that while your taking all your wonderful photos that you are missing the events while concentrating on the snapshot? I do. It almost seems that my camera gets to enjoy and particpate in the action more then I.
Relative Dependency
post a comment | posted Jun 4
My heartbeat eats the world, swirled in caramel pebbles of love and hate, disguised by lies based on truths sweet tooth for questions and answers relative dependency to exist with one another under the skies and stars wooing the moon and Mars...
The Way of the Arts
1 comment | posted Jun 4
I feel I have a way with the arts, but I must say its more of a relationship then anything. In the beginning I am the director, but later I am the directed. There is a point when the arts has it's way with me. I often start a design (art, music, poetry) not knowing where it will lead me, But once I reach a certain stage in the design, it starts to develop an identity of it's own, it seems to have a moment of self realization if you may. From that point on, it leads me, to further complete it's character.