Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
It tastes like heat
Waking you up
In the uncomfortable closeness
Of summer
Patched knees on my pants
Smell of sweaty boyhood
Hands dirty and cut
Breaking bottles in the alley
We learned about fighting
When to run
And other times
There were no places to run
But that treat
So cold
Orange chemical sweetness outside
Sugary vanilla explosion inside
It was worth the walk
Four blocks to the market
A few pennies
For a few minutes
This photo reminds me of the 50/50 ice cream bars of my youth.
It’s quiet here
Cold and dusty
Bring a broom
We all went for the brass ring
And found it rusted
Betraying its promise
Watching the tide rise
We refused to get up
Sitting was too comfortable
Now we can’t get up
For fear
Of casting us all asunder
The decision
To fly to the sun
Seemed easy enough at the time.
We just wanted nice.
Agreeable.
Not prone to violent swings.
But staying aloft
The thermals failed
And pushed us to extremes
We watched each other die
Many times.
Each corpse
Each empty shell of our former selves,
Fell to earth.
Resolute
We flew against the cold
Wings stronger than previous
Where were those children
Looking for false dreams
Perpetuated by fools?
Through sheer will
With one lifting the other
While the skies folded in on itself
Did we find ourselves
On the other side.
Love is an odyssey whose only guarantee is that no one in it or practicing it will or ever should, stay the same. It is terrifying and painful, and wonderful.
This is where I go
When the world goes mad
Everyone telling me
I must choose a side now
I must pass judgment now
Every man
Is my brother
Good, or not good
I mourn my brothers
Whose lives are so broken
That they find themselves
Forcefully subdued
I mourn my brothers
That find themselves
Bestowed with power
Beyond their control
I find mourning much more pragmatic than picking, or making a side, which will ultimately yield nothing of value. It requires circumspection, introspection, and a willingness to suffer at the hand of all truths.
However, as long as I have lived, and from what I’ve witnessed, mankind simply lacks the wherewithal to make this the standard.
Seemingly, we just want vengeance, dressed up in all sorts packages. That approach will never address the core problems. When will we learn?
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 