The man I know he bids farewell to me and other men

for there are leaves to attend to

His own yard he rakes and his mother’s too

because he is doing what grown men ought to do

Some say he has put away childish things

that he is growing fast and that fun is growing short

But he has always been this man

who has known when to put toys away and pick up a tool

(work in progress) 

  1. Camera: PENTAX PENTAX K2000
  2. Aperture: f/11
  3. Exposure: 1/2000th
  4. Focal Length: 55mm

I may be drawn back here, I may not be. But this is still ever present on my dash and so it does not escape my view. 

We will see. 

So expect updates whenever I feel like it! Whoo! 

     With a will he didn’t know he still had in him he rushed forward, screaming as he charged. All he had to fight with were his fist, bruised and bloody as they were. The lone reaper watched on with pity as the beaten figure before him made one last desperate move. This was it? This was what the punk, the kid playing hero had left in his hand? It was beyond pathetic.

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  1. Camera: Canon PowerShot SX30 IS
  2. Aperture: f/4
  3. Exposure: 1/8th
  4. Focal Length: 85mm

     It’d been two years since I’d seen her. I’m sure that as I get older they’ll seem like insignificant drops in the bucket, but in that moment they felt more like two oceans. Two years with months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds that I’m painfully aware of. Before she left I was an actor playing the role of a better person, a good friend. I wanted to be a guy she deserved. So I told her to go for it. “Two years? That’s nothing!” I encouraged her, more than that, I pushed her away. She had her own doubts, some days it seemed like she wasn’t actually interested in leaving. But my constant nagging sent her off to what I told myself was a great experience for her.

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  1. Camera: Canon PowerShot SX30 IS
  2. Aperture: f/2.7
  3. Exposure: 1/13th
  4. Focal Length: 24mm

To the anons, I can’t say I didn’t expect any hate from that post. Though do you follow gloriousfist or elemeandor or are you just tag surfers? Either way it is fine.

Like strings that form and bind the cosmos

     We dance around the truth

each vibration forms something new, something else

     words pushed out of our throats, yet too hard to swallow

too many dimensions to account for

     tangled in a web of untruths

a new real is formed

     another entity to crowd the cosmic bulk

a universe that does not obey our own

     Then a string is pulled, the web unwinds, the dimensions unfurl, and the universe collapses

No matter what is lost the dance goes on

     the strings vibrate and form and bind and tangle

A universe is born in the cosmos

     as lies are born on our lips

  1. Camera: Canon PowerShot SX30 IS
  2. Aperture: f/2.7
  3. Exposure: 1/20th
  4. Focal Length: 24mm

I say that I write to offer a voice for others to use

that I wish to illuminate

to shed light on misdeeds and chaos

But truly, I write for me

For myself I put pen to paper, literary therapy

Every word is my voice, the inner, the outer, the past, a voice I’m trying out

Sentence after sentence, they are attempting to be heard

I’m never sure of where I want to go or what I want to say

But by the end I’m standing amongst something new

Often my voice lets me down, it happens I know

But on golden days, I’m satisfied  

  1. Camera: Canon PowerShot SX30 IS
  2. Aperture: f/2.7
  3. Exposure: 1/10th
  4. Focal Length: 24mm

But they won’t be on time. 

I want to actually get some writing done, outside of small drabbles and such this week. Also just a busy week.