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Saturday, August 24, 2013

The sad truth

The sad truth is it will be a while before we are "over" this,
we shared things most will never realize,
most will never realize in ten lifetimes,
despite our words of anger, despite our hurt,
we will care for years to come.

I've spent the last many months drunk trying to forget,
but it does not matter,
the hurt never goes away,
I try and keep my mind occupied,
but the hurt never goes away,
when two people share as we have,
most would envy it,
most would not survive it.

We say things out of hurt,
We say things out of feeling the loss,
without each other in our lives,
we had the most creative,
adventurous time,
and I will miss it,
because in our good times,
we both had the most,
beautiful times,
our most creative times,
our most loving times.

I will miss you in my life!

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

She is a ghost

She is a ghost that haunts me to this day,
she was the one who gave my life away,
I spend time in a thought delusion,
wondering if my life has become an illusion.

She is the one who owns my heart,
the one who has torn my life apart,
life's surprises never reveal,
the plans for allowing you to heal.

She is a ghost who haunts me to this day,
the one whose inspiration invites me to play,
she tastes like the summer sun,
making love our bodies become one.

She's the one who owns my heart,
the one who has torn my life apart...

It seems you have a lot to say...

I see the attempts,
the daily visits,
whatever the reason,
whatever the cause,
the only way to reach me now,
is a hand written letter.

It seems you have a lot to say,
as if your words would make me sway,
if you want to speak,
if you want your voice to be heard,
then send me a hand written letter.

I know you think of the time we spent,
together in loving embrace,
I know satisfaction has been absent,
I know my words play in your mind,
regardless of who or the time.

So the only way to communicate,
is to write a hand written letter,
that may instill the seed of desire,
one that will overcome distrust,
hate and anger.

It's pretty simple at this point,
just write me a hand written letter,
like the ones you have in the past,
that in your heart you say you are better.

You know I love you,
you know I am in need,
and yet,
all it takes is a hand written letter!

Art is the soul of humanity~

Art is soul of humanity,
passed down from the darkest of ages,
it lifts us up as we turn life's pages,
we relate to one another through its messages.

Art is the history of mankind,
before language,
before text,
paintings on cave walls,
told us how we survived.

Art is the making of a statue,
of guardians and angels,
paintings of devils and sin,
that make us look deep within.

Art is the soul of humanity,
without it we are nothing but animals,
life without beauty and desire,
art is life's burning fire.

While I sit in my studio alone in my thoughts,
I wonder if my art will inspire some,
art gives us life in this wonder of a universe,
when all else is stripped away,
there is nothing but the self!


Photographs of a couple I once knew
happy loving and true

Photographs of travel and adventure
to places near and far

Photographs of love and desire
of a couple that could not expire

Photographs of a couple I once knew

Photographs that were once of me and you.

Simpler times

Just moments ago were simpler times
when fingers and bodies were intertwined
spent hours in long embraces
with love in our hearts.

In simpler times
we spoke of each other
with laughter in our voices
and desire in our hearts.

Time and travel
love and touch
surroundings become more complex
pressure, distance and jealousies

turn simpler times
into thoughts of pain
love still seeps through
refusing to drain.

Simpler times love never ends
Loves complexity depends the bond
Never breaking even beyond the end.