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                                                   

 

Grasping

 

A filament of the times, a weird fish 

only in pieces when im fooled by fools

falling out of grip knowing every one of them leaves

and it turns us

and we stumble over rocks we have to tumble back over,

 to places we never really left

Im in between time and it might be a fact of true being all i needed

caught in some white light , nostalgic to the pace of slowly poured coffee

at a shop with faces eager to be shined upon 

mood of zero, a common ground to agree on 

"are you empty? " someone whispers over a mask and a latte

you think about it, for a second.

You snap back to reality when the woman behind the register with the soft voice exclaimed,

"Sir, Are you, empty?, do you need a, refill?"

Thom hits a falsetto in the back, ground. The well lit life scene.

You are experiencing the feelin of a double meaning in your cup 

falling out of grip, so i take a sip 

and Im transported back, to more than a feeling. 

More of the look of the walls, the the chairs, the table, and ceiling 

We are fixtures. 

We are fixed and placed in placed for broken souls to be made whole 

We are purposed to pain, purposed through pains

so that the power still intact will fill the empty vessel

Artist 

Von Paul

73'

 

Overexposed By The Light { 35 mm }

 

There are these places that we feel, a version, aversion, a vision. I have been blind to.Looking off at, other. Things. Like the , broken heart. That tells us not to sing. The wide awake mind. Kept by words, that cause me not to see, not to sleep. Blinding, but Unearthing hiding feelings. Ways thought to be, innocent. laughed off to right wrongs. 

 

Taking a picture of a spinning world. A flickering light, dancing and dimming, almost out of sight

I was focused on, my struggles and almost did not see. Not focused, on the colors. The depth.

The Beauty next to me. 

Chiseled into wood, displayed behind glass was a picture waiting. A picture inside of a picture waiting.

For me to take a second. a flick a wait. A Flash. To see, what I would not have, seen. 

Sometimes, we are so close to the light, so overexposed. We take for granted looking for the flicker, almost

out of sight

Clous

Ode to a friend, 

til we meet again

its been many days

for you, i hope and pray 

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clous // pre covidian era

35 mm