February 2012
14 posts
Path
Love don’t leave me
He is useless at best
I did god a favor
Put that pressure to his chest
But you booked a mile high
On that road to success
Alcoholic cigarettes
That night flannel dress
Your eyes stopped me dead
With that grin you told
Should have been a better man
Yet left me for cold
A slicked up Cadillac
Tore through my heart
Windows down hair out
Only an end, not a start
So as those...
Anonymous asked: What is a normal setting for your night photos? I have a Bronica and am considering doing long exposures for a final project.
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Token
You held me on your shoulders
Kept me safe from those
Invisible monsters who sought
My end
You taught me your mistakes
Painfully existent to this day
You never had that light
Extinguish, even on your
Lowest of lows
You chased me around the yard
In that cool winter air
Flushing my cheeks with a
Vibrant red even Autumn
Envied
Those videos of your bronze skin
Glistening in the white...
Anonymous asked: The night maybe your mistress, but tonight you shall be mine.
January 2012
16 posts
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I am an asshole
This is a true fact
I drink, smoke, curse
But shall I care
What those who blur
Around me like a plague
They are
The night is my mistress
That no one can judge
For when your eyes close
Mine open to a world
Full of shapes
You can not imagine
So go on and judge
My character
Like I give a fuck
Your testament rises
When I go to sleep
And I
I rise when your
Bullshit...
scatterbrrain asked: Hey! What are your favourite photographers?
Black Friday
A face full of wrinkles
Clutched in the palms of
Tired hands
The world’s malice never ceasing
White smoke billows up
Mocking the clouds
It’s a race to the finish
All are fucked once
The sky rains down
These protests lack vigor
Dirty knees replace such
A clean message
We all are tired
Not for all the right reasons
Meaning is gone like
The trees of a thousand suns
...
Shit Luck
A garbage bag full of dreams
Left aside the road
Traced by headlights
Fleeting in the opposite direction
A cool rain
Softens the blow
A train rumbles by
Shifting the possessions
A life once remembered
Only now having gone
The fallen man
Motionless in its search
Everlasting peace
Youth
Do you remember
They marched upon us
Like critics to a film
Negative reports feeding the masses
But we pushed on
Driving down 75
Your hair in a beautiful furry
Smooth skin welcoming the morning light
As headlights faded, so did your hands
Into each others pockets
I hit 100, no looking back
Blurs became our canvas
As your red lipstick stained my cheek
That grassy knoll we chased
...
Morning
My right hands reaches forth
Parting the veil of orange flames
I push on
The curling of smoke
Heavy in its embrace
My knees feel the softness
Beneath a once proud man
With eyes sewn shut
This world parts
December 2011
7 posts
The City
The heat rises among the city
Moral vitriol boils on the concrete as
Cars chug down the narrow stretches of
Road over sacred burial grounds
Its poison gas fighting the
Poison gas of the still condemned victim
Locked into their 9-5 struggle
Only to put bread and milk on the table
A mere shade among the shadow
Walkers pass by the felled old gentleman
Who’s mere predicament is...
Blank
Smoke billows out of the concrete wound
Escaping to a world less known by man
Street artists perform for their daily bread
Nickels and dimes sleep in their dirty confines
Their silver tarnish rinsed away
The pressure of feet too much
A guitar hums in the background
Lost in a thousand different voices
This sea of people moves in a general direction
Home, if only I had a home.
