Days

Times of you and there,
Hopefully,

When my whirlwind settles,
And I finishing my falling,
Falling,
Falling through this open air,
You will be kind,
You will be there,
In, Time,
My penny will count,
I threw it down my wishing well.
So please don't bid this time farewell,

Hold on,
To these days,
Days of you, and there.
Your love floats though my thoughts,
Flowing everywhere.

5,6,7,8

Playing your songs,
Over and over,
Beating ceaselessly,
Are they the drums or my heart?
Figure eights, upon
Figure eights,
Ooo child!
Not too fast,
I just ate.

Till you left on your last flight,
I’m holding onto you till my last night,
When we will dance,
And the,
What would appear to be you,
And the,
What would seem appear to be me,
Would just dance,

And dance,
And dance,
On the pale moon.
Me, and my dark knight.
Can you carry me there with you glance?

Happyeeee!
Haha…
Yes! Luckily, and
Just by chance!

The polaroids,
The video,
The Hi-def,
The low-def,
The hasselblad,
The Digital Back!

The pop 9’s,
The fisheyes,
The underwater,
The iphone Kaleidoscope shots,
The holgas,
The extended exposure’s,
The 35 mm.
The color splash.

The puke,
The glory!
The tripods,
The journey,
The documentary,
The insane,
The portraits,
The “My favorite kind of little snap shots.”
The crumbs of morality,
My moveable feast.
That “Something about us”
Please just trust.

The prints,
The doodles.

The film,
The grain,
The budding up of black and white,
The color,
The schmolor,
The highlight,
The low light,
The tone,
The waiting until the timing is just right.

The slow mo.
The make believe.
The I can, I will,
And she did,
And She Will.

The Oxley.
You can't beat my moxie,
Don’t be scared to hold my hand.
Haha,
Haapppeeee!!!
Yes, and don’t worry
I wont bite.

Hard.
Cause I know that somehow by fate,
If I can learn from my mistakes,
My Prologue below I can make:

One by sight,
Two by two, by sea.
Three by three, in the night.
Four by four, there is never a closed door.

5,6,7,8
Jazz Hands people.
Jazz Hands!

Curtain is rising, and afterward,
You won’t want to leave,
Once you see,
What I made,
Pour mon amour.
L'inconnu, sans visage beaucoup.

Arrows

Some are broken,
Some are straight,
Some live with love,
Some with hate.
Some aim to corrupt,
Some arrows have a swiggle,
Some have a little swaggle,
Some don't know where they are going to land,
Some arrows are still lost in space, hovering that part,
The beforehand, the such in such, the ReALLY?
The grain against the sand.
Some are from cupids bow,
Some are discretely slow,
Some are scurvying the sea,
High upon the mast,
Some are crooked,
Some are cheap,
Some arrows are like shooting stars,
Helping old men weep.
Some arrows are caught in the storm,
Some arrows are waaay above the norm,
Faster than you can say Supercalifragilicious'esbbeccallendocious,
Some arrrows, you can find to be something quite atrocious,
But who knows how high your arrow will soar,
And how fast it will find a soft spot to land,
Because some arrows are lost,
In never- ever- ever land.

Shutters

The Twilight,
The low light,
The Hiiiigh Life
(daft punk styleee)
Making a 1 and 2 a three,
Haha
Yippe!
Double that, plus two,
And you have infinity.
The winnings that are meant,
The dreamt.
The tellings of things unsaid.

Cataclysms,
My many mechanisms,
I cant resist,
Every where there is a doubt,
A wounded heart always needs help.

Simplicity,
The most complicated of life's melodies.
Sometimes you just have to remember,
That all of this,
Can't, and won't be the same come November.

Sometimes you just have to remember,
Even though we all different birds,
We still stay light as a feather.
Happy me,
Happy you,
Our happyness will always be true,
Trust me,
Sincerely,
Every once felt shade of blue.

Reach

Reaching with arms out,
Ahh,
That stretch,
It feels nice.

Reach! Reach! Reach!
That wandering star might get lost,
Grasp it!
Don’t let it fade out.

Reach further!
Find out what is above all the rest,
Keep going.
Don’t ever leave the trees leaning with doubt.

Twist,
Shout!

Reach,
Heaven isn’t too far away,
A smile,
A dial.

Reach,
And you can see your heart.
Yours,
Mine,
Life’s.
It does beat,
Trust me.

Reach,
Extend your body past what is left in clout.
Reach! And you will see what is meant to save your day.
You will get up and on your way!

Reach!
Please,
And then,
Get that star on a leash!
Don’t let it get away.
Hold it,
For at least one day.

Because the next time,
Your reach,
Might not get to its gentle sway.
That part right above your heart,
Nestled,
In the galaxies
Far, far away.

Spike Jonze- Heaven

Heaven (Fully Flared Intro Video Remix)
by UNKLE_UK

The American Dream

The American Dream
Ruff riders!!!!
Ruff, Ruff, Ruff!
Coasting freely under the shadows of scarcely scattered clouds,
The artist’s desert landscape.
Start from scratch,
Who said this was atonement?
Hopefully there will be some left over for a second batch.
The wheels turning,
The rubber burning,
I never said this was a go,
There is no stop.
There is no end.

The American Dream.
Laid against the artist’s dream landscape.
Who else will want to conquer the sunset tides?
Crashing into the forlorn majestic statues;
“Purple mountains majesties”.
I never said this was going to be easy.
The golden hour,
An opportunity,
An assignment,
A jump.
A will,
I want.

The American Dream.
$1 dollar hot dog and beer.
Promise.
Exit 292 just off Hwy 15.
Saw it leaving Las Vegas,
Two words:
Chutes and ladders.
The Indians start their pow- wow.
O my, my,
O hell yes.
Gonna put on my party dress.

Directing the dissemination.

The American Dream
I passed it by,
Hexed by desert terrain flooded in reds and oranges,
I had things to do.
More lead to shed.
More ink to be bled.
I never said stop,
If I can make it,
You can make it.
So let’s make it together.
The American Dream.
What’s real is felt,
And what harms is not said.

We
Never
Get
To
A
Point.
A period.
A finished sentence.
Just a feeling felt..
And all those things left unsaid.

Fasting to a Tide

Fasting to a tide,
That will always ride high,
Why did I go through the golden meadow?

Why not the backwoods,
The back alley,
A shortcut,
To get back to where we stood.

With times they do but speak,
These words,
When I feel meek.

Please. Find me.
In a field of wheat.
I can’t accost,
For things lost.

But if you’re weeping,
I am yours for the keeping.
I know their needs to be a little tweaking.

The stacks.
The stacks.
Those endless heartbeats,
We loose.

Coop D’etat

Some times are too short,
Some times are a little bit too strong,
Some hearts hold,
While others, they are bold,
Some,
Just do as their told.

The love we take is never a mistake,
Expressing beauty is the foundations of the frame in our mind.
It’s all a simile,
A faultless tragedy,
Each second cataclysm’s to make new stars in the universes of time.

Philosophia,
Can you even begin to see the measure?
Each star, and frame, remains to be the utmost token,
Dusting them off,
Against the grain,
Thread-less thoughts and feelings,
Lucky for us,
It takes less than a second to make sense,
A picture.

Sontag saw the beauty that emits within the single frame.
Not just the visceral description,
But the continuity of a photographer’s thought.
Lodged in her head,
Was a dagger in search of truth,
She did not want us to forget that we had not.

Less than seconds……

While our mind lingers on things that are far less grateful,
It can be hard to douse the reasoning.

Whilst it is!
The ever- present Agenda!

A coop d’etat,
Don’t forget your top hat.
Slow the frames,
Bring the umbrellas,
And your fancy cane.

Poem 32

A stage
The world
A lick
A kick.

Actors controlled,
Film used,
Following my heart, constant content,

Effects of Emotion
Add to the cause And Affect.
Reactions from actions,
A role that they will never forget.

It's all about compromise,
A grasp,
A want,
A fact.

Digging,
Saying,
Making,
Okaying.

Forget what?
Forget me not,
I am not a glass house,
In which to throw rocks.

The inside is clear,
But O, my dear,
What is it?
What causes fear?

Here.
For you.
A show-tune to play,
While dancing upon the crescent of la Lune.