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Sunday, October 12, 2014

The funny thing is...

The funny thing is we had a short but very intense relationship, both very passionate, and I mean passionate about everything we were involved with.

Travel, food, wine, laughter… each other!

I’ve been working on many new projects and these random visions or memories keep flashing in my mind, kind of distracting in the midst of a paint stroke, but I enjoy them.

Flashes of eating lunch with a friend while getting the most distracting texts of a girl dancing around in her apartment with pink underwear on…

Flashes of the exact thing I was doing when I texted to just answer the phone and listen to my voice, as I told you some very intense things, laughing as I heard you frantically search for your wallet, just to discover it in your hand.

Flashes of things exchanged between us, things only you and I will know of.

Flashes of every image I have ever taken of anyone and realizing they just don’t compare to those I have taken of you.

Our very short and intense relationship was the most desirable thing I had ever been in, the most fun I had ever had, the most creative I had been to this point.

The funny thing is that I cherish that time more intensely then with anyone else and yet we are so angry and hurt at and by each other that despite the mot incredible time in both our lives our stubbornness will keep us this way for sometime to come.

The funny thing is my words are filled with errors, but I don’t care, my words are who I am, open and honest about what I feel.

The funny things is I want it back, I want it to never end, I want it regardless of what anyone else thinks! I found you in the horrid maze we call life, despite everything I have done, been through or thought you have done, I want the one true thing that I knew was true… US!

Monday, October 6, 2014

Out of the ether his evil comes

The time in-between,
 not dark, nor light,
the ether is in the mist,
his evil comes.

When times are hard,
and things are scarce,
the ether becomes the mist,
and his evil still comes.

The poor, once middle class,
now destined to for-ever be,
the one and only last,
and the ether greats us every day,
and his evil overcomes.

We look aside as not to see,
those who need, those who breathe,
and the horror of what is required to be,
in the ether his evil consumes us.

Forever alone

The moon is high and bright
and alone is what I feel,
to realize there is no one
I have in my sights
is to be forever alone.

Times have come and gone
things were said,
things were drawn,
and as the moon rises high
I will be forever alone.

I paint with all that I have
my work is evidence of who I am,
and still in every way,
every day,
I am forever alone.

Each night I say sweet dreams,
each night I have those dreams,
wondering who I am supposed to be
wondering if I will ever be set free,
always knowing I am forever alone.