a cosmic interplay of divine wind peacefully undulates over creation and seeks to ignite the fire from within. As it … More
Sometimes we dance on the sand and wayward waves tickle our toes with cooling licks.
On and on, up the food chain…
in the layers of life / it’s darkest in the middle / right where the eye wants to fall.
Even as colouroverlays the monochrome, I see no beauty here. Only chaosand waste. Lives. Ways of Life. Stolen. And for … More
I gasped, agog, at the gaping maw / Ready to swallow me whole
Still waters run deep; as it is with those who paddle silently upon them.
– models of masculinity –
No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.
Just / Air
branches reach across the chasm of flat, liquid nothingness
The Poets knows this / Better than their Readers / Who will see / What They will see.
Freeze Frame does not stop the madness…
dark and light near all along.
Now, we go inside to experience the past painter’s present.
At first, the whispers are few and quiet.
All is Chaos – Yet Structure and Purpose will always be found Within.
Who Belongs? You tell me…
I look above – Assess my climb. Looks difficult to scale.
This is the essence of hope – Vistas unshrouded by light.