à bientôt
Dream Green
And off he goes on his journey
Under the Sea
Bonjour whale
Sweet dreams
Snailblazing
Hot summers day..yum.
In the clouds...
Make it possible
I shut my eyes in order to see - Paul Gauguin
Calm...
A hard fall means a high bounce... if you're made of the right material
Come fly with me...let's fly..let's fly away
Burger BBQ!
Yes.
Swoosh
Knowing.
Inspiration is just pouring out lately which is exciting...It was weird, I was stepping out of the shower, looking in the mirror with my towel and suddenly had a look on my face that was the title of the next poem. So I bottled up that look, the towel draping spectacle and threw it together on the next page of my fairy tale sketchbook story.
Thank you to the uni-ball, Sharpie permanent pen and highlighter...and of course...cherry stain.
Another tag team creation with my good friend Shane.
KNOWING
The uncertainty twists like a scoliolitic spine
Living, breathing, steps in time
Add six more pieces to this degenerate shrine
Just two words and I know you’re mine
Heard too long with a forked tongue
Dreamed it all up from where I’ve come
Know now how the damage was done
Awakened from ashes, a phoenix, a rising sun
Stumbling rhetoric and nursery rhymes
Burning catatonia in a writhing mind
So long a sentence for such little a crime
Like all best lessons, learned in time
Click.
Just finished this one inspired by a friend...part of a larger project I'm thinking about doing but I thought I'd just let my scribbles go wild and here it is. It's a literal depiction but a depiction nonetheless. :)
This is a double collaboration...and the poem from my friend as follows:
CLICK
the lens is a liar, holding truth from the naked eye
a reality we cant touch, see, taste or smell
manifests objectification of moments, purveyor of the incomplete
trust in a touch capturing only now and not when
been a constant companion
a documentarion of reckless abandon
are these my memories or your recorded tale
give me back the reality i remember, help the remainder to fail
i ask for help, your motifs are clear
the vision was real, there are no lies to share
the when was the reason, the macro the moment
an open mind, an open heart, practically gleaming
speak quiet words so i can hear
paint the picture on canvas, keep it near
never been so blinded by so brilliant a light
see the source so close, alight by life