lilacs and wine

lilacs and wine

fear my foe,

in every opportunity

to wane the wine of me

to pluck the lilacs i breathe


to drink this every possibility

that soaks my flesh

in feathery

fear my foe,

that tries
that lies

to ground this me

to clip my wings


this me that need not close her eyes

to hear the river sing

this me that finds her light

in darkest of night

for it is there (i know for i’ve heard it so)

where the silence

befriends the black bird

in solitary flight

fear my foe,

that mutes my reflection

that starves my every thought

casts out its anchor

in my tides of low

for fear my foe

my hard core lover

is not quite ready to let me go

       Nina Simone - Lilac Wine 

because

because

my plainness dreams in color from the burrows of its gray

because

my dullness reaches for the sun but becomes distracted by the raven’s wing

because

my quiet screams in novels yet refrains its syllables for the knowing oak’s embrace

because

my eau de nil grows thicker despite the worldly weeds that stay

captured this image during a visit with my camera to a cemetery (like i often do when traveling to someplace new) i find much comfort when walking through the quiet of a cemetery. it brings upon me a melancholy of moods where i am reminded just how short life is for us all. how so many of us spend it declaring oneself plain, boring, unworthy, (i struggle with this still). it is much easier said than done to recognize we are all different, we all offer something unique within ourselves that no one else possesses. but recognize it we must.

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barter

barter

for it not for the incantation wielding me

to adjourn my eyes to the unlit of day

where the air smells different,

and the clouds, those unrestricted teardrops

fall willingly to my sides

the easiness that comes for some so easily would not stroke my anxiety

it is then, i for a time, become still

through a traveler’s eyes i reside

sailing upon the open sea

gazing up to the heavens, tracing constellations with Corvus as my guide

carving a path, filling pockets with celestial tokens

to barter with the seeds of the day

to forsake a Godspeed in me

Spirit of Life-Blackmill

i am ever thankful to have the ocean in my backyard as i often turn to her not so much to soak up the rays but to walk its shores, letting the salty freeness that clings to the air fill my lungs. it is then, like magic, a balance returns. i again am ready to take on the day and all its “seeds”

playing with grayscale this day at the beach paid off i think with this image and as a result carved these words from me.

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chorus

the chorus

of a forest

meek

and how it seeds

an essence

forgotten

captured this image with my Canon T7 during a summer hiking trip along the Blue Ridge Parkway of the Blue Ridge Mountains. the shades of green easily found me in my own private hideaway, upon a sleepy hollow of steadfast dreams. for more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.

-just breathe-

opposition

opposition

i slip between the grains of you

to countless steps forward, in darkness imposed this landing

i fight with worlds that seem to go and bend

beyond our thoughts left now standing

a distant quake of loves of lives tunnel their webs about us

the battle cries from paths we chose a braiding of winds superfluous

a wildness clings to bruised skies above there meandering words left unattended

to drain the thoughts of happenstance and stake that which is befriended

a common ground of an understanding, of loners to the waking

of eyes to paths deemed monstrous roads

yet wait for us the making

tis not a journey written nor meant to be daintily transcribed

we need not search or wait for it for we shall know for once we have arrived

it is here that i slip between the grains of you

where courage need not be a guide

simply in that knowing

a destiny awaits there within, above and below to the other side

Who We Are-Electus

just breathe

metamorphosis: photography

metamorphosis: photography

Equally as beautiful as new life peaking from the earth during the spring, I am truly captivated by the colors and the absolute imperfections of trees shedding their dreams during the fall. I say this as ever since I was a child I’ve always thought of the falling leaves this way. Never to color inside the lines, no rules to follow, to simply just be. I found the following images I captured in my backyard precisely that.

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just breathe

pines

pines

whilst berries bathe in the snow

beneath the pines we reside

furling our sails to the shores of our distant chateau

crackling hearth arching its call to the chill of night’s crystalline show

buttons undone to a waiting solstice glow

hints of spice, a warming invitation from the blisters of the day

coat lips as they explore

the intoxication of a night, dancing through the grey

Nine Inch Nails-Together

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just breathe

great blue: photography

great blue: photography

According to North American Native tradition, the Blue Heron brings messages of self-determination and self-reliance. They represent an ability to progress and evolve. The long thin legs of the heron reflect that an individual doesn’t need great massive pillars to remain stable, but must be able to stand on one’s own.

Captured this beauty while leaf peeping on Belle Isle. Nearly every time I head out with my camera with a goal of capturing certain subjects, these guys find my path. This day I was focused on the ever changing leaves of the season. Knowing what herons symbolize, I smile every time I see them with a sense of awareness, a sense of gratitude, and a sense of peace.

fog

fog

with no harness to my soul

screams ride the fog

in weightless

freefall

I love this time of year when the foliage explodes into an artist’s wonderland. It is no wonder fall has eternally become a season of inspiration for poets and artists alike. Trying my best to get out as much as I can to capture nature’s metamorphosis. For more of my photography you can view my gallery here