Making the thoughts in my head come alive on the screen
Drops of Dew
These grand vistas, I care not for the mountainous view, Preferring the leaves, the drops, the dew, Always surrounded by towering figures, so first, so grand, Perhaps it takes a particular someone to see, The shadows in the corner, both You & Me
In which, the mind, unsettled, needs the calming voice of one who cares, Wading through the rolling mist, Climbing across the jagged scramble, Gambling Hurt & Pain, In hopes of healing another's soul.
We are worn here, Standing on the edge, Of these things we cannot know, Holding our scars, With these names scrawled, Deep into our sides, Trying daily to back away, From these sharper rocks
The soul longs to loose the fetters of society's construct, these prisons of glass and concrete that cage our passion, smothering our sense of self will and desaturating our vision...where every color of the morning sunrise, the sound of rain upon the leaves and the light of all the invisible stars dwell, this is perhaps the only refuge we may seek in which we have hope of becoming human once again.
Come & Sit a while with me I will wrap my arms around you Through the vines that surround your heart, Through the night & through the dark I will remain, Chase away every Thought & bit of pain Every monster in the night Hold on tight until each nightmare goes Until your very spirit knows The calming of fears, the quieted storm inside We'll look past the blackness, Gaze upward & count all the invisible stars
The words whispered only in our dreams, spoken at first light by the rising sun, beckons us forth towards something new
Wide awake while the world sleeps,
These sights for only you and I
The Mist, the Blue, the Sky
The soul knows no rest except, that which the vast expanse can bring, quelling our need to centralize ourselves within the story unfolding, comforting us with the notion that, at the very highest form of ourselves, we are but a smudge among the backdrop...
Be sure that the dreams you are chasing, are actually yours...
South Carolina Sunset
My thoughts rise and set, pouring through my dreams muddling & rinsing clean in cycled tides, this waking monologue, the ever running narrative, spoken softer than the whispers of a child's lullaby, bringing forth hues unimaginable in one breath and with a single heartbeat fades back to black & white
Love leaves its mark everywhere it goes...along with a thousand tiny cuts and twice as many scars
Rusted lines, on a highway running West, soaked with the blood and souls of those who made it, made it span across the sea
Wishes of the Bay
In all the wild and wishing ways, Oh how I wish, I wish that I had stayed, the nagging and the yelling of every trivial note in my ear, I wish to gaze upon what is before me and act without fear, to change the bent and twisted bits I've prayed, Oh how I wish, I wish that I had stayed, stayed for you, and more for me, stayed present so that I could see, a truer you, a truer me, I dream of days and nights in which I can no longer say, I wish that I had stayed
Light and Dark
Gates of gold, the fire grows old, fades across the sea, the birth of life, the resting strife, the struggle of light and dark
The disparity between the light and the darkness, the sinking hope, enveloping shadows, a last screeching of warmth and beauty set upon the memory before the onset chill...
Faded lights, bleaching the night, searing our eyes, with rugged achievement, monuments that hold ourselves aloft amongst the scoffing of the stars...
Sparks of Life
These lights are made for dreaming, for loving, for seeing. Each light a spark that warms the cool night air that fills our lungs...
These dreams held aloft in the littlest eyes, Radiates the earth, the sea, the sky, The smallest hands, the smallest part, The smallest curls, the biggest heart, Simple love lives in these simple days, Holds the world transfixed, by her simple gaze
I once thought the world was small, Sitting in the dark, sitting behind the wall, Then sitting here again I see, The world is bold and bright and free, I move without the consequence of thought or time, Life simply captured in a picture and a rhyme
Plays trucks, plays princess, anything to witness, The laughs, the smiles, The running goofy for miles, He's a husband, a brother, A pure mountain lover, Vanquishing monsters, and shadows and all that is bad, But to his children He's simply called Dad
My kingdom, my crown, These cupcakes, the ground, In my world I reign supreme, Just princesses living in a dream
I will never apologize for loving life, wanting to see the passion and joy played out in each and every moment
We wander through this world, and wonder who we'll meet, and for what time, the impact they'll have, and how we share a portion of ourselves
Sometimes there aren't words, no caption that could fit...
Travel the world with those that push you to be a more adventurous you
Joy can be found in the most unlikely of places...
Mark my face, Mark these bars, Mark my smile, Mark these scars, My life, My love, The stars
I stare across a sea of lives, hope is returned to me in the most unlikely of places, on the most unlikely faces, and I can't help wondering...why?
My man Jamel on the adventure of a lifetime in #tanzania that right there is not only a great guy, but a talented videographer and one hell of a cook
I spend my waking hours slogging through my mind, like the mud beneath my feet
The world waits outside, hyenas at our feet, drifting along the edge of the firelight, long grass and shadows cast the shadows never wait, flicker back and forth beneath the stars out upon the plain, this is night, this is where we've invaded
Rosie says "NO to Mondays"
These scars remind me that I have lived, that I have brokered no peace with the wanderlust that grips me...
Falling hurts, With moments of regret, But never having jumped? That will crush your soul
'That's when you'll know.' Said the man 'Know what?' enquired the boy...'If the world has stolen all of your imagination, or if you've kept just a little for yourself'
I cannot tell you where my passions will take me or what I will become, I can only hope that somewhere along the way, the ones I love will see behind the masks I wear...
The Sum of My Scars
I have seen more than my share of life, I have seen good men turn cruel and true love become cold, I have dreamt and in that dreaming accomplished what I set out to conquer, dreamt my life away, until all that remained was the discontent for what remains of my unaccomplished self, I carry these scars, the dirt of life embedded in ever deepening wrinkles that map out the story of who I have been, I am the sum of all I have weathered, and all I have yet to face, joy, pain, love, life...
I am the eyes behind my mask, love, fury, rage and passion encapsulated...the ever constant, transfixed under the face I wear for you to see
The mind becomes infected with a thought, an idea, the fever will not break, there is no medicine, no relief until the notion finds itself upon the screen
To drive others in their passions, creativity and art by your example of hard work and dedication is no small thing...hats off to AD