Afraid to Look-

Which pixel should you look at?

I think this image speaks volumes about life. Death, at the fringe, is in the background, but not necessarily a darkness-light is part of it too; layers of colors give us the perception of shades, gradients make it cohesive.

What am I saying? Well if you’re crying, maybe you’re happy, and if you’re hurting maybe someone hugged you a little harder than you are used to. Dying, you have the opportunity to live, and if you’re happy all the time – one bad thing might put you out.

Don’t be afraid to look in the last place you want to be – the universe doesn’t ignore any door.


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Apologies, but it has been corrected now.

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Afraid To Look

Which pixel should you look at?

I think this image speaks volumes about life. Death, at the fringe, is in the background, but not necessarily a darkness-light is part of it too; layers of colors give us the perception of shades, gradients make it cohesive.

What am I saying? Well if you’re crying, maybe you’re happy, and if you’re hurting maybe someone hugged you a little harder than you are used to. Dying, you have the opportunity to live, and if you’re happy all the time – one bad thing might put you out.

Don’t be afraid to look in the last place you want to be – the universe doesn’t ignore any door.

Last Night I Think I Lost My Patience

I put my hands around you, I’ve got to get a handle on you
Nothing but respect, that’s all I do
So I don’t want to be seen sideways
When you look at me like I don’t make the sense that we’re talkin,
measure the cut, did I forget something?
Am I making you work too hard for me

You look tired. You look tired.
Lie to me, lie with me, get your fucking fix
You look tired. You look tired.
She pulls me in all directions, I swear without her I’d be just a point
on a map
You look tired. You look tired.
It never really mattered too much to me. I don’t untangle your hair like I used to
You look tired. You look tired.
I was desiring, as the urge burned within me for a taste

Cutting on the board, orchestrate my heartbeat with her waving fingers, as she moves hair out of her face; The person I am when I’m with you, sans all the other shit;

Her whole world is so much richer than mine, The sounds I hear are not as textured nor do they go as deep. Maybe I’m too worried about the hideous monsters still drinking tea at my table; Admit I’m the fucking lightening!

Well darling it’s water again. Clear, transparent as your body kneeling before his. The thing about our actions is they are not solely our own; We, in this complicated prestige, take the role in a play. Some people are not capable of living with secrets, because they don’t know the ways of concealment. I have read your diary. I have written several of its passages. You have divulged sufficient soul and I can expound on it. And now the thing I must draw out, is how I should let it sink to the ocean floor. God wouldn’t that be a riot! I’d say come along for the fun, but I wouldnt want to get sidelined at my own send-off. You don’t want to dance with me anyways; I don’t think you’re my style. So I’m going to go slam some Hennesey, and move front ways back ways till I’m sure I’m taking the right one. Because choices in the dark are always the ones that we want.

Secrets really leave no mark, I can not say the same for wounds.

I’ve been lost and I’ve been high, and both of them have had me wondering why

Flowers & Ecstasy

I want flowers.
I want them so vivid they look painted
Dark and light, heavy on the colors,
Put em through a gentle wash and dry; Out they come like fresh potpourri
The stuff a shaman might pull out of his bag of mystery.
The kind of beautiful that works as medicine,
a couple doses and we’re young again – Is that youthfulness attainable?
Let’s lay out under the stars and then describe it to each other with strokes on canvas
Can we lay down and I paint you a masterpiece?

Flowers and Ecstasy; You scream!
That magic will be the death of me,
And I can’t quite get into necromancy
Although I am into reinvigoration – Restore your body with some heavy breathing

lay down, lay down, breathe

Quotes for Quenching – 21

Art is long, life is short.—Goethe

Spend a lot of time on the floor of the ocean,
looking for pearls so that I can throw them back in – Did you read that one?

If it can’t be read, then it can’t be wrong.
But how well does that get the message along?
I’m sad, and life believes me.
I’m hungry, and art feeds me.
I’ve taken my time and one glimpse should be convincing.
You start listening to yourself, and you feel invincible.
If the vibes grow distant, maybe you should change position.

Hard to hear on the bottom of the ocean,
At least it’s calm unlike most of the surface.
How much did you swallow before you realized the objective;
To open your eyes and not your mouth
Isn’t that a funny twist on life?
To survive, always be looking out;
To live, look in the place where the eyes don’t step

And to them both, I intend to draw them out to the perfect moment,

The Giving

If you give, I know someone who will too

It’s an art, in and of itself, to give – you’ve been giving me looks
We’ve got a ways to go, so don’t be so sure that It’s lost on me
Never really have I been this far, or here before
Did you feel it – That motion? In the end what will be left?
Keep on giving and we’ll never have to find out, at least not now.

I see bright vivids of the imagination, deep hues of the soul;
both begging me to come along, and paint something silent.
All this speaking, all this wild, you haven’t had this much fun in a while.
To think you told me we wouldn’t have time to put the kettle on;
And here we are laughing about how we forgot to take it off
Look at you give – That tmesis a purpose – Per-fucking-fection.

Look at you, crepuscular beauty, and not a bit less in the first light;
God, it’s been so bare, but I open my eyes to your acronycal petrichor
Before you I was nebbish, although you say I was never
To say I was lost in a labyrinth, one encounter with you and I was enchanted,
Put it all on black, I had to know this beauty in the dark before my life ended.

The only zeugma I ever really entertained;
You took your time while you took my heart,
places it had only thought existed in the arts

Above all others there is one who is the greatest in this craft… nature always laughs

A Thing About Low Hanging Fruit

Let me tell you something about low hanging fruit and opportunity: There happens to be more than one type, and not all of them are as easy as turning your face up to the sky to drink.

Perhaps it was the intent of some to focus on those vile offenders who would reap the benefit of such ease, going on only to cause distress to others around them once they had plucked their golden opportunity – It’s not fair, that such a cruelty can persist and hurt a majority for long after; But these people have made their choices, and in time they will answer for it all – Yet some do not quite deserve this damning image.

There are low hanging treasures that sit much below the sky such that a mistaken twist of the neck up won’t reveal. These fruits hang low, but are hidden beneath, and behind deep foliage – They require foraging that works even the most diligent into a deep exhaustion. Although there to all for the picking, the person who seeks it must still have their eyes more than open and put in the effort to retrieve it. Call them geniuses, call them keen observers, it still doesn’t not come without effort.

We can only hope that the work required will humble them to the nature of life, and not harden them to the beauty of it.