Category Archives: photo poem

photo and poem

The evolving city

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False dreams are all we need to make life more than it seems. Tear something down and build something new and the dreams will be passed onto youth.

The city is so vibrant with all its sounds, old buildings fall and new ones take their place. But where are the trees, where is the green, vibrant with a different face.

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Darkness from the light

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This picture can not capture the beauty I see before my eyes, an awesome adventure in a less know space.

Walking right or left is all the same if said another way. Into the light I see my dark and everything that it is worth.

The stars in the sky shine bright beyond my eyes, but the clouds and time distort their vibe. 

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The quest for silence

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Standing in a place that seems far away the deprecated houses sway in the wind. Messes accumulate on their lawns and the traffic can be seen and heard below.

Across the river and into the distance new buildings are being constructed and the hopes and dreams of a new generation come into fruition.

I stand in the the silence of my own breath only to be overwhelmed by the passing cars, what happened to silence, what happened to the quiet.

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Post no bills

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As I walk the streets I search for a meaning that can not be found, I seek salvation that does not exist and I live in a world void of meaning and purpose.

I search and sometimes find what I seek, but it is always a fleeting moment that passes when I wake back into my normal life.

Post no bills, post no signs, say nothing and be quiet like white paint on a black background.

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The ice path

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There is a path of ice stretched before me, it is cold and white, it has been walked before. The ice cracks below my feet, the chilled air makes my legs sting. The sun slowly sets on the day that was, once again lost to the dark. This is the path that lays before me, this is the next step, alas my love the chill is upon us.

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An empty table

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The glass sits alone, but really it is with all of us, all of the time. The glass is always at least half full and we are eternally free to live the life we have found. Poetry is a string of words said with a love often unfound in the natural world, life is such a whirly.

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eat another animal

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This is me eating another animal, one that I have never had before. A group of cool girls that I could never understand chat beside me. We revolve in our different worlds and I float along like a lasting song. What is it that you say as you sweep by – it is such a grace to live without waste.

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