Stranded in this paradise,
Blinded by miles of white sand,
Surrounded by desperate blue sky
and stale tropical bounty.
Suffering beneath the weight of the golden sun,
Drowning in the lush green,
Shadowed by the gargantuan palms
and temperate canopy.
When will I be free of this perfect desire realized?
The Door
Solid wood, stained, streaked with age,
Heavy with mystery and dark foreboding,
Concentric patterns drawing me in,
I wonder what's on the other side
and decide to knock.
Heavy with mystery and dark foreboding,
Concentric patterns drawing me in,
I wonder what's on the other side
and decide to knock.
The Traffic of a Million Questions
Time again I seek the solace of silence
attempting to overcome
the crowded avenues of this mind,
jammed constantly with the traffic of a million questions.
attempting to overcome
the crowded avenues of this mind,
jammed constantly with the traffic of a million questions.
Inspired by "Red Boots"
Red Boots
Originally uploaded by Krista Long
Drowning in perspectives
Swallowing autumn
My reflection lies among the fallen
Come September
come september
Originally uploaded by Lero !!
Autumn creek days passing by,
Foliage waiting for her to reveal her bare essence,
Needing her innocence to touch,
To break the surface of such nostalgic beauty,
Of simplicity,
Of breathing,
Flowing downstream to the next encounter.
Picture Perfect
Originally uploaded by juliusfrumble
She looked back at me in shades of grey,
her dirty blonde shadows of light,
her skin casting a dull warmth,
and spoke in the black and white anger of goodbye...
I was suddenly frozen in the moment of my reaction
and the realization that our picture perfect never was.
Inspired by "Pittsburgh Tilt Shift"
Pittsburgh Tilt Shift
Originally uploaded by Write Outside
Real life as miniature
Blurred through
The lense of our own interpretation
Inspired by "Alcoa Building - North Shore - Pittsburgh"
Alcoa Building - North Shore - Pittsburgh
Originally uploaded by Marc_714
Man melding beauty
With God's inspiration
Becoming one
Inspired by "Pittsburgh, Through the 40th Street Bridge"
Pittsburgh, Through the 40th Street Bridge
Originally uploaded by Matt Niemi
The truest beauty
Frames itself
In any light becoming
Inspired by "Downtown Pittsburgh......"
Downtown Pittsburgh......
Originally uploaded by Z!@
Angry clouds
Contrast beauty
And cast shadows of past and technology
The Quest and Question
Among the greatest wisdom of the ages,
the quest,
the question,
the countless searching for an answer,
for the confident and unrepentant knowing
of when to hold on
and when to let go.
the quest,
the question,
the countless searching for an answer,
for the confident and unrepentant knowing
of when to hold on
and when to let go.
Wisdom and Nostalgia
It seems I've recently fallen fast and curious
into an age of my own nostalgia,
of life's fresh firsts,
and the promise of endless tomorrows,
of brilliant possibilities
and enigmatic idealism,
my heart so often fondly longing...
and only the wisdom of experience knowing better brings me back to myself, now.
into an age of my own nostalgia,
of life's fresh firsts,
and the promise of endless tomorrows,
of brilliant possibilities
and enigmatic idealism,
my heart so often fondly longing...
and only the wisdom of experience knowing better brings me back to myself, now.
Circle Round
Does it seem like my thoughts are circling round,
circling round,
echoing back and bouncing around
inside the hollows of a mind
that seems to keep having thoughts that circle round?
circling round,
echoing back and bouncing around
inside the hollows of a mind
that seems to keep having thoughts that circle round?
Traffic Jam Inside My Mind
So much noise and confusion
The traffic of my thoughts rushing
The tragedy of my ego crushing
I sometimes fear for my own understanding.
Circling concrete cloverleafs rising
I’m lost to direction wandering
Chanced with a life of squandering
I sometimes fear for the gifts I’ve been given.
Blurring speed and accidents
The cost of my own being
The truth I haven’t been seeing
I sometimes fear for my purpose.
The traffic of my thoughts rushing
The tragedy of my ego crushing
I sometimes fear for my own understanding.
Circling concrete cloverleafs rising
I’m lost to direction wandering
Chanced with a life of squandering
I sometimes fear for the gifts I’ve been given.
Blurring speed and accidents
The cost of my own being
The truth I haven’t been seeing
I sometimes fear for my purpose.
This Space I Am
I lay humble beneath the majestic canopy of a million stars
The vast darkness blanketing my still and silent form,
My smile a mere silhouette in the moonlight that bathes me,
My eyes hopelessly lost in the eternal possibility of galaxies beyond my perception
Feeling the smallness of this space I am.
The vast darkness blanketing my still and silent form,
My smile a mere silhouette in the moonlight that bathes me,
My eyes hopelessly lost in the eternal possibility of galaxies beyond my perception
Feeling the smallness of this space I am.
Action in Kind
Righteous in justice
Foolish in prayer
The only right is that which you expect with action in kind
Foolish in prayer
The only right is that which you expect with action in kind
The Light that I Knew
Unwillingly initiated into the knowing
I awoke to the stirrings of my soul longing
Fire in my chest and ashen feet stumbling
Dirty tears blurring the darkness
Frantically scraping and scratching
Trying to break free the light that I knew was there somewhere
I awoke to the stirrings of my soul longing
Fire in my chest and ashen feet stumbling
Dirty tears blurring the darkness
Frantically scraping and scratching
Trying to break free the light that I knew was there somewhere
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