Headless // Horsemen

 

  

  

 

(The Rain Scene)

Languid lazy day-
You are too good for me.
I lie in the warmth of his
Resonating loyalty and swim
Under the puddles.
Cat calls and chatter
Lonely gloom sinks on set
Today is the day we film the rain scene.
Hot chocolate and marshmallows heave and sigh 

letting out a hiss as the steam fogs up the windows.
Chips fall signaling the 

beginning of a comeback.

Tejo // Tomorrow

Mumbles through the floorboards distort my dreams,

whilst winds from the Tejo soothe my sleep.

Dirty // Hope

 

Lines

Lineage

Little lapses into love and reconciliation

Shoot for the moon and 

Hope for the stars

Mirrors scar the unscathing

Long talks about dirty places

Faces forward to the sun.

(Jump.)

Little indiscretions echo
across the valleys

that separate our points of view.

The proof is in the pudding

and the milk has been left out far too long
.

Wings spread wide with a run and a jump to

soar

yet stumbling blocks trip and tear, thrashing me to the surface just shy of spectacular segue to solid ground.


Forte found in fornicated praise.
The search for everything begins and ends in the middle of nowhere, stark sterile no-mans land devoid of identity.

(Heart Strings Sing Staccato)

heart strings sing staccato
as anxiety rides up into me
jockyed by
heat waves and fever shocks.
Ultimately the future cannot be so
pressing as to be riddled with such
inadequacies?


My own silence is
settled      yet      surprising. . . . . . . Have I nothing to say?
My mind's mouth is
sutured by waves of
external emotions as it becomes merely
the observer.


Martyrd by my own mystery
Left to decompose and desintegrate
Time-lapsed
Rot retreats to
Reorient into Reality.
Dreams transmutate to dispel the
horrifying bite of brass tacks.
You are, for me,
elevation and humility.

(Train of thought......)

Singing strings slip through thematic theory.
Tracks and bends
jumps and thrusts
Dusts of translucent time settles 

Showing signs of
Home hung hats.   Always on the train

To somewhere. 

Thought to Thought 

to 

heart sound 

and

hunger pangs 

for 

resolution and respite in a 

resounding applause to
stand up for valor and 

feathers in hats, polo clubs and foxes. 

                                                           Exits stage left and balcony desperations

                                         woven into my thread 

                                    my fibers 

                           my being.          Fantastical fairy-teller gaze 

into your crystal ball and 

run away with me. 

Flee and fly to light up the sky. 

Climb lighthouses and weather storms. 

Paint me pretty colors to 

guide your way back 

                                                                                                                              when tossed to the sea.

Ledge // Leapt

 

...and so suddenly, sweet bird you have lept from your ledge as my heart has been beat to the bush....

 

Burn // Notice

 

 

(Crackerjack Surprise)

Fingers or fists-
Fits of finite fervent sanctity.
Future proof futility
Twists, tricks, triumphs!
Grainy, gritty
push
Comes
to
shove
Shoreline synchronated
satisfaction satiates
Crackerjack Surprise.
Simple solo Force
feel
fake
free
Glimmering forefront
Storefront solitude
Flame flicker inhalations
Inept exploration
Exempt exile


It's not the same now without your watchful eye. Slave to simplistic survival.  Spoiled determinatiion to sink under. Heavy breath heaving chest enigmatic arch. Examination of introversion and implied diversion. Rising suffocating heat hordes comfort complicating coorelated fates.


How can one eighty spin so fast and patterns dance like leaves in plaster and corners? Failure to withold hopes and forward gravitational flow.  Waiting for the sunrise I am bored searching for some connection that is a gift of some Christmas that will never arrive.


Fingers crossed and frozen breath as heartbeats pound away.

(Sleep to Dream)

 

 

(Abstract Study - I )

Sizzle // Fizzle

Slip into something Satie, slide in between the shades' shadows as the reprieve from the storm grants us one last wish. Hungry felines feast on my toes too tender to try and tempt.

And just like that severe sinks into flash.

Sizzle

fizzle and

follow me under the overhang to

gorge on the heat exchange.

Soft redivivus rumble

symphonius synch of heart

and head

and hands.

Within your speech is a

literal touch

a tremble a tickle of

fiber and being and

beyond that the silence it leaves behind is austere and taciturn.

Physiological philosophies peak and prick at my skin- begging for exoneration.....

Complicated coordination inept at delivering definition deepens my needs.

Over // Shoulder

Trip // Testify

tripped up translation
tongue-tied-starry-eyed
secret saudades for the
time trial.


Testify.

(What Actions)

what actions?
once again the
power of the pen prevails
(like winds in sails on the seas of anonymity....)


we are but vessels of this
sacred space,
time,
place
me in the palm of your hand and


squeeze
so
tight.


There are no more actions here tonite. . . .

Inspired by a blog post of JMG. 

Macro // Waves

It's true. I love to use macro in the creation of my abstract fine art pieces. It's more than the guesswork behind what the image really is- I love a good puzzle, but more importantly it is an expression of how the lines blur between the "big picture" and the singling out of one minute element of the picture. There is simplistic compexity there- it IS an oxymoron. This oxymoron is the construct of humanity, biology, music, photography....it is a study of introspection.

This set was taken somewhere in Lisbon. Even I don't remember where. . . some rotting wall.....

Collaboratus: Mathias Oppersdorff

Mathias is an accomplished photographer whm 12 years ago was stricken with Parkinson's, and took up pinhole photography as a result. You can see more about Mathias HERE.

We have shot together twice now, and are becoming fast friends. He is a dear, gentle spirit.

Please donate HERE for research for the cure for Parkinson's so that people like Mathias can continue bringing beauty into this world.

photo above with Mathias surrounded by portraits of 5 generations of his family.

and lastly- my portrait by Mathias using my digital camera, something practically foreign to Mathias' formal film style... However, I still feel it fitting, and it is one of my favorite portraits taken of me. :)

Crook // Vulture

Singular // Swollen

 

singular strand

dna dilemma

interrupted energies 

bleed out my belly

swollen surges of 

simple sadness