Resurrected Artwork

One of my new favorite things to do is photograph old "physical" art stuff with my iPhone, then edit and add a whole new creative element to the original - making something both old and new simultaneously.

Washington

There is a clearing between the lines
Of towering evergreens
just wide enough to reveal
A long, thin road

A zipper
Undoing itself
Opening up to the night

Although no clouds
Are visible
I can feel that rain
Is coming

A downpour of
Emotion-loaded history
Forms a storm
At its head

My heart
Bursts - a thunderclap -
And tears begin
To fall

With the Birds I Share

Alone in my head
Driving to the
Passing through of
Thoughts and feelings
Of you
Again

In the mental aftermath
Of our combined
emotional wrath
Understanding eludes me

On the morning drive down
Waldrick Road to
Old Highway 99
I am left with too much time
And space and open road
For thinking and feeling
You
Again

Your presence dominates my
Memory
Where the road meets
An abrupt end

Transported back
To the present
Your absence is as
Gaping
As the endless road
That still
Lies ahead

I love You/Goodbye

It seemed we shared solace in the rain.
It is no wonder our love could not sustain. We ended the moment we began.

Untitled

I am restless
In my ways
Can't get out

I am too big
For this skin

Don't understand
The shape I'm in

I am stagnant
In the still of land

I need water
To move me

I am ready
To move on

Drowning

I was a victim, who secretly found revelation in surrender.

Then, I was no longer a victim, but a mortal, dying to reveal the higher order.

Then, I was no longer a mortal, but a fleeting apparition, seeking the chance to breathe.

Then, I was no longer an apparition, but a stone, moved only by the power of the life force: water.

And then, as water itself
overcame me,
I became it

I was no longer drowning
but being

Infinity and
Infinitely

Proof

The affair was of the heart and mind. Therefore, it was difficult to salvage fingerprints or hotel receipts. Proof was not of a literal nature. It had no form, but was felt inside without touch, same as the affair itself.

Ours is a story that cannot be told, but only can tell itself. It is one whose ending has not been written; and is unforeseen as anything but tragic and beautiful, regardless of which path it runs from here.

It already is, and has always been, an impossible dream. Still impossibility is what has dreamed its beauty. And without the fantasy behind it, it would not be so real as it is.

05.31.02 MAUI

Pressed
Upon the
Firm
Sandy breast
of Majestic
Mother beach
Again

I am
At rest

The gentle hush
Of water's caress
Lulls me into
Conscious slumber

The hum
Of waves'
monotonous rush
brings lush
dreamscapes

to life
in the pattern
of my
breathing

I am alive
abreast
The voluptuous
curves
of the infinite body

As per her wish
I have returned
to the sound
Of the heartbeat

06.29.02

It is best that we watch
our dissension
into this blissful abyss

For we are diving more deeply
Than deep was yesterday

By watch I don't mean wearily
or with concern for safety

I trust by now that
you will share your air

As together
we fall silently
into one another's depth

And into the deepest fathoms
Of Love's pure mystery

A Thought

My particular conservation effort
Is for the salvation of hope in the
Human heart.

Miracle Grow

We are the water
And the seed

As we fall
So we rise