Our Hills Where Hell, They Lead To Heaven

I,

want to hold your earth in my soil

Your mind, in my cosmic

A peace of your aura in my tea,

as i sit and sip

I think of ways to love you inside out

and though we have not been,

I wait to be one with you 

To, harmonize with your hidden parts

and secret pieces

 

To breath in your painful thoughts 

as we burst from tear to laughter

A green eyed reminder

though we are not aligned

You remind me of, time 

A time, that has passed but is,  and has yet to come 

The ripped roots have found a way back into the ground

 

The seedling has begun to moisten 

Ive seen a sitting man

listening to the truth.

 

a sweet, bitter sweet , bitter treat 

A lull sang 

from a nest, across the street

As pain filled as it is

it changes him and grows deep within

Accepting lines that fade and blend 

Turmoil, becomes the mans best friend

He rarely grins

Nor, is his cheek caressed 

He is flogged and left

loving what has left

loving what no longer has breath 

Hoping in the miracle of what is,

next.

God, introduce me to myself

the man who is in love with 

the hope of ascending from hell

     Runson Rason Willis x 35 mm

Jellyfishing

 

In a Time. before the Rains

 frozen inside of the places i have lived

and slightly merged to all of the pain

a deep weight has settled in my soul on days i have believed i was strong

strong enough to walk out and smile with my heart on my sleeve

smart enough to grasp the concepts of pain in my heart, body, and mind

Old enough and bold enough to stand up to the fiercest of trial

and then again i was just musing about what i would do the next time i had 

a breakdown, or  breakthrough

tears stream, and receed into the deep 

nostile stinging, holding my breath to snatch another tear from being seen

some see bodies and feel a longing for an encounter behind closed doors

but it would be nice for someone to just hold your hand, today

walking barefoot on the sand

snapping back into the reality of, 

that not being the case

its not the same body, not the same grace

so i quiver at the chance to be unseen

or , maybe, the opportunity to lean. again 

on someone 

on something 

that God has made visible

a tree of life in the shape of a lady wisdom

in the shape of things to come 

State of Beings

 I was once held, 

and in that embrace i felt

i felt the unconditional truth of love

how sweet to eat

how beautiful to know

it caught me on the corner

at the street light in the middle of the night

walking and remembering how it changed me

rearranging all my passings into wisdom

breathing on my skin as the cool breeze breathes me in

as the rain drops fell to a consistent poly rhythm of the sound of my heart

to behold a rich seed in your soil

growing into  tree that is loyal to the earth you walk on

to be held, 

to be holding, 

to be heard

to be known

Zach Mutan // 35 mm

Looking

Danny //35 mm

                                                                                                                                     directly into the the eye

can continue into the soul

a new direction. Peace behold

Please be still, i have grown tired of 

those who do not understand what it bares

stillness, and quiet

the spirit moves in that place

kati // 35 mm

after a piercing phrase

and during a peering gaze 

You tell them how you actually feel when they ask

"How are you?"

Me. "Oh, Im working through. I feel alot  

i dont need you to say, I know what you mean.  Know what I mean?

Maybe just hear me out. And, no that doesnt mean you can sit here. 

You know what I mean?

        

                                                                          Rowa//Roshack Lady// Kate// 35mm