Moved to Melbourne, Australia to finish off my studies! I’ve successfully avoided two bitter cold winters by migrating to two awesomely different countries, both home to me. Here are some pictures i took on the way to my Uni!
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Hiking
I used to live in Atlanta, GA where I’d go for a hike every week with friends or my dog. Here are some of the pictures i took while walking along the trails by the Chattahoochee river.
Journey to Live
Keys inserted, engine started,
Dust rising with swift passage,
layering the life you leave behind.
Music cranked, body swinging,
hand surfing to beats of endless wind.
Darkened glasses covering perfect sun,
a world a blur passing mirrored sides.
Speed rising, heart thumping,
wheels turning over envious eyes,
shooting through those prison bars.
Money dropping, teeth clutching,
The Man is trailing behind,
running out of precious time.
Breaks hit, eyes bulging,
get out and start running,
leave this world behind.
Mind humming, soul flying,
fall back to a baby cry.
Keys inserted, engine started,
start this life anew.
Have fun, enjoy the ride.
The Moral Sower
Humble does the sower plant,
Filling his hand with seeded mind.
Lovingly does he cast the multitude of potential,
Given to him from radiant fruit.
Little shelled children yearning to grow,
To reach their hands to the holy gates.
Some cast onto hardened stone,
Sending no roots down to hold,
Nor sprouting their being to heaven.
Others fall into the sadistic thorn,
Who choke the seed and send them to the worm to feed.
Embraced are those who are cast onto softened land,
Given light and water to become a forest haven,
Strong they hold against the winds of vice,
Birthing fruits for the sowers hoe.
These are the grounds of a human heart,
Of a human soul..
Summer
On this June day;
Flying birds fall and lift on invisible tides,
Singing their souls for love to find.
Forest glades with bearded moss beam warm smiles,
Fanning the soft wind onward with emerald leaves.
The old river, carrying a thousand dancing colors,
Who paddle their way to isles of rainbow mist.
Innocent floating islands dot the blue sky,
Childishly changing to wondrous forms.
Winged musicians seduce flowery maidens,
Lusting for their ephemeral beauty,
Hoping to gain their petaled nectar.
Giants skip memories on mirrored sun,
Bobbing nostalgic visions off the glassy surface.
A cliff of light hugging the river bend,
Watching the performance unfurl with eternal time.
This is my summer season.
My beautiful summer spell.
Wrote this while listening to this amazing cover:
How to Serve Man (satirical)
We love to mate,
to propagate like horny bunnies.
It’s all we do,
building an entire civilization to foster our love-making.
Unfortunately, we have caused ourselves a problem,
turned too much earth to children.
We filled our cup to the brim,
now to the point of overflow.
Trees groan to produce for our hungry mouths,
Animals spread thin to satisfy our insatiable bellies.
Worst of all,
Our kids are now starving!
What are we to do?
Latex doesn’t stop our baby feet spread,
“Stop having sex” i hear from some monster,
Sitting in the depths of hell.
HA! That’s absurd!
I propose a modest solution,
Which satisfies all our needs.
I humbly ask us to devour our first born,
Feed them to the clenched stomach’s of humanity.
To ease the strain of nature,
To free us from our tightened cities.
Every year, we round up the children,
Pour out a sweet scented poison
And let them fall to deaths loving grasp.
Then we eat them. Simple.
As the saying goes, “knock two birds with one stone.”
I see no moral dilemma,
It’s a compassionate plea..
A Empty Philosophy
Youthful pill snorting mind poppers,
Suckling on mothers comfy milk.
Learning pleasures through pixilated double D’s,
Binary moans of fantastical orgies.
Lost son’s wandering through neon visions,
Conjured by suited up cocaine fiends.
Daughters holding onto dreary dreams of glittering princes,
Hoping to catch a chance through collagen filled lips.
Kids driving hollow shadows of souped up sports cars,
Exchanging family for paper bills.
Hearts never filled with virtuous love,
For the truth lies not in objects.
Answers never found in needle pricks,
smoke clouds or sweaty bed sheets.
For the mind always comes down,
down back into the body,
into this reality.
The children are afraid to find thier souls,
scared of the responsibilities they need to keep.
So used to being,
never becoming,
never growing.
Frozen in despair.
Morning Shower
Clash of swords in epic battles,
naked women lavishly feeding my soul.
Tropical islands with ski sloped peaks,
adrenaline pumping chase scenes.
Who dares to interrupt my illogical narrative?
Ah, you, my bright intruder,
seeping through my dust covered eyes.
I am a demon when i arise,
pissed off at the solar burglar,
The one who robbed me of my omnipresent power.
I am no longer the screen writer,
but a actor playing a role in some whimsical play.
I have been cursed!
No longer do i walk,
i sluggishly stomp.
Instead of eloquent words rolling off my tongue,
i find dribbles of letters pooling at my lips.
I’m in need of fairy’s cure,
to exorcise this demonic possession.
My body marches to a place unknown,
on a mission to find the magical remedy.
I arrive in a marbled room,
with silver swan necks bent in sad submission,
next to woolen drapes folded in square cut shapes.
I see a transparent wall rested at the corner,
guarding the dwarfed wheels planted in stone.
I slide past it’s glass gates and stand,
lurching under the dragons head.
My hands hypnotically turn the steel dials,
calling the animal above to life.
It breaths into me a love for order,
washing away my chaotic mess.
I am reborn,
A phoenix birthed from night time ashes,
sparked by this aether mist.
It arms me with a forgiving heart,
a sharpened mind,
and a bolt of energy.
I see the glittering highway man,
beaming rays through a cloud of mist.
I smile and forgive him for his thivery,
embracing him as a lost friend, newly found.
I am ready now,
ready to live another day,
till bed time comes my way.
Forgetful Deities
We are a perpetual paradox,
Living within ourselves,
Never to be held by a single thought,
Gloriously infinite.
Born to forget our flawless whole,
Living to experience our beautiful imperfection.
God’s clothed in human symbol,
Wearing shattered pieces of the universal mask.
Fighting for good,
Fighting for evil,
Silly symbols that grow from the same being.
Our being.
Remember our entirety,
Within separate bodies,
For then we may change the stars.
Meditation
Sit behind the eclipse of breath,
Slide down the blinds of sight,
Fall through the abyss of noise to the lake of silence.
Sink down to the serpent’s lair,
Guarded by your pains and attachments.
Let go and enter.
There lies your coiled soul,
Infinite in wisdom,
Banisher of lies and hate.
Play your finely tuned sitar,
Make the holy beast dance to your presence,
Let it rise through your being,
Unlocking the gates of heaven.
Feel peace,
Reach nirvana.
Borat
Elegant gypsy shed me your tears,
Let them fall into my bottle,
So I can sleep safe tonight.
I am the king of my castle,
Hidden away from roachy evils,
Safe with your gypsy tears.
Dollar distractions are only temporary,
They waste away when taken.
No, not your gypsy tears,
They are forever sacred.
Wake up
What is this dream?
Drops of sound in ripples of imagination,
Cascading memories of formless color,
Meandering rivers of infinity.
Transcendent beauty beyond one’s grasp,
Bubbles of faces loosened from the void,
Never to surface,
Endless.
Blind folded peasants laboring the forbidden fruits,
Served to the king within the growing maze.
A cosmos of colliding plots,
Scribed by the author behind the closed eye.
Folded is this canvas,
Continuously pressed and squeezed to a point of light.
It’s morning.
Burning Other
Dance for me passionate maiden,
Alight my eyes ablaze with your erotic embers,
Warm me with your slow vibrations,
Cast light to my darkened mind,
Let my evil’s cower in broken light.
Burn with me till my foundations crumble,
Part with me when I turn to ashes,
Free me to the wind.
Aeoliran
Through sorrows needle am I threaded,
Woven by the sweat of Death’s brow,
A patchwork of pain and suffering,
Held in place by desire.
Coloured by the dyes of time,
Clothed onto mortal skin.
Guarded by the shield of virtue,
Overcome by the sages mind,
Silent to the darkened skulls.
I am life.
