This is one of the pictures I prize in my photography career that is just beginning. Hopefully you will like it everyone. Just visiting my sister in Chicago on her rooftop patio.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Hello
Ruined petrified dark unmoved unscathed into slits of dripping hurt pain unbelievable scream hunt shadowed trees scattered names closed eyes searching cried unhurt loved death dark secrets of serenity towered steep cold skin hot breath. Blue tongue crack here follow passage broken for eternity mind lost gone abandoned empty hollow echo hello hello missed forgotten replaced forgiven prayed born died happiness depression stretched skin bulged eyes ribbons of color rainbow hysterical physically moved painfully brought back pumped with slimy gumpy junk of liquid passion for despair without you gone to you but your standing silent before me asking my name.
Dismantled
Frost curdles as I wander by, lost is the real word for being forgotten.
I skim the trees as they cha, cha in the withering cold. Fingers are forgotten.
Legs scream for me to cease in the wake of bitterness, but legs are forgotten.
Mind in my body drifts away from within myself, parting for a very long far well. Forgotten forever.
Lies swirl around every bone, trying to take control, but I had forgotten to forget, lost what was already lost, held to nothing but the whistle of what was left of a breeze clinging to my red swollen ears. Forgotten, forgotten, forgotten. Living my dream.
I skim the trees as they cha, cha in the withering cold. Fingers are forgotten.
Legs scream for me to cease in the wake of bitterness, but legs are forgotten.
Mind in my body drifts away from within myself, parting for a very long far well. Forgotten forever.
Lies swirl around every bone, trying to take control, but I had forgotten to forget, lost what was already lost, held to nothing but the whistle of what was left of a breeze clinging to my red swollen ears. Forgotten, forgotten, forgotten. Living my dream.
...Cold...
Cold-hearted enemies staring down the lonesome rivers of escape… swirling dooms surrounds us in deserted islands were old palms talk around the rain bowed sunsets. Running upside down around fallen ash soaking up deadly currents of surrender. Keeping the cool coldness out of dry brush, combing back the scars of forever in the forest earth.
Snaps of firewood call for silence to disappear into the deep autumn night. Hearing you hearing me… never will and never can be that perfect symmetry, your hot warmth travels through my skin never politely entering the body’s blood –thirsty evenings soaked up our sanity. Jolted awake from the bang of the sound of secrets serenities never supposed to be conjured up of. My side is burning bright of frozen fleshed skin forgotten, your gone, my love has left me. Never have I known to be thinking thoughtfully of what you were capable of, only the love we shared that longed to be fulfilled in my hammered hearts desire. I lay gazing up into the starlit sky trying my hardest to measure out the pros and cons of why?
Twenty years later I still long for your sizzled touch at mornings sunrise. But the time has come to praise and dread that you’re my neighbor looking into my cottage porch window always watching seeking my love that is gone and forgotten.
Snaps of firewood call for silence to disappear into the deep autumn night. Hearing you hearing me… never will and never can be that perfect symmetry, your hot warmth travels through my skin never politely entering the body’s blood –thirsty evenings soaked up our sanity. Jolted awake from the bang of the sound of secrets serenities never supposed to be conjured up of. My side is burning bright of frozen fleshed skin forgotten, your gone, my love has left me. Never have I known to be thinking thoughtfully of what you were capable of, only the love we shared that longed to be fulfilled in my hammered hearts desire. I lay gazing up into the starlit sky trying my hardest to measure out the pros and cons of why?
Twenty years later I still long for your sizzled touch at mornings sunrise. But the time has come to praise and dread that you’re my neighbor looking into my cottage porch window always watching seeking my love that is gone and forgotten.
Lazy
...The tree, the felt covers that lay all lazily onto the crumbled cobblestone ground. You say you want me, you say this isn’t right, but the truth to your helpfulness just ain't right. The feeling of loving tenderness nights the calling of your name with someone elses tunes. I got all day I got all night please come back like I said this just ain't right. Watched the way you smile crinkled all up not for me though for that other mess up. Dirty you got me all mixed up with the same old grooves that won't keep the worst in you. You, you, you, all my brain can hold tight, why would you disappear now knowing that I loved you and you the same right back that dark cloudy night. Fired back actually in a dispute over your ritualaity yelled forth with my help only you can feel the same with the blues eyes traveled tame for a moment you only see me, hold me, love me, but it ain't true because you do not feel for me, but your other flu stuck like sticky glue, gone your tales in the night whispered me out of fright so many long desperate sights without light, till dawn then your gone, gone, gone but it ain't you I'm worried about, no more all it is my big fat mouth glued shut from the feeling that rut in the stunt of your tanned skin, skinned out all over on the tiled floor...
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