Thy blade damp with blood
As it rains from the sky
The life river,
Empty to thought,
Yet held within a child's mind,
Thou hast eyes
Full of eternal nothing,
Yet possessing a substance of light,
Which gains while distance of the heart
Loses,
For the scent of a flower
That catches thy scense,
Has created Life,
She...
Has created Love...
Thy holds that of sacred rose,
In secret of Aphrodite's garden,
Where thee can hold sweet whispers,
As those of other realm divine,
Take the filled bosom of core,
Thine breaks mother boundary,
To surpass her limits,
With essense pure through
May match heaven holy,
And carress blissful expectations,
For dream as dream,
Not one wavering moon,
Shall possess what radiant glow,
Of crystal touched light,
Is carried in thine beauty.
As to see the sun's being,
It shall be reflected in a flames glow,
Upon the gentle face of her silken skin,
Where the wind's hands caress her hair,
Waving in an ocean's mimic,
Her eyes shall carry a stars light,
As it grasps my soul in Heaven's bliss,
For that moment,
Dreams would be only a story of reality.
A wake of heavy dreams,
As you step through a jaded scene,
The trees lay whispers to your ear,
While the wind brings scents
Held from distant places,
Your art prepared to be weilded,
As it remains an exstension
Of limb... and life,
Knowledge of use
Ancient beyond mind,
Yet remains more graceful
Within Time's eye,
A gentle touch to the soul,
As your prepare to draw,
Release
As you listen to its sacred song,
The reflection of your soul
Remains upon the blade,
For every movement
Tells a story unheard,
This is not my instrument of death,
But of Life...
Signs held doubtful close,
Why is the shadow seen?
For every crow flys
Leaving a dove behind to die
Soul destined to sing
Unheard by the listened ear
Held in greatful expression
Must it be the rose
Rose of human race
Left bleeding
Where there is an eye
Seen crying
Knowledge of the blade
Let out from mindful warmth
For shield is set and cracked
A mirage that disapeared
Life holds no sway
A soul holds the truth
As it looks on within a rose
Left Bleeding
In eyes that seem so pure
There is a shadow
Once met by blind acceptance
A darkness lit by abyss
For in all strength
There was none to remain
And in the depths
Of this seemingly bright heart
One failed
Not in the path of life
But the path of soul
A heaven not heard
By the waking ear
An eye blind to itself
For in doubt
Is hope
Behind the lies
Here I stand, conflicted in self doubt. Yet, at the same time, I carry more confidence then ever. So, I am like yin and yang. Holding both aspects of life and character without conflicting with each other. Yet confliction is the very nature of good and evil, of black and white. White represents the light of everything, while black simbles absence. So, am I confused, or am I just correct in holding such balance? For, it is known that in order to understand life, one must experience death. Does this mean I am one who is wise, or just another fool full of ideas and philosophies?
Surely I am not done in my quest for Truth. Though the Truth is no
Current Residence: Quispamsis, NB, Canada Favourite genre of music: Alternative - Blues - Jazz - Punk - Funk - Swing - Ska - Metal Favourite photographer: Jerry Uelsmann Favourite style of art: Emotive Portrait Operating System: Mac OS X (iBook G4) MP3 player of choice: iPod nano Favourite cartoon character: Himura Kenshin Personal Quote: "All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing." -Edmund Burke
Favourite Visual Artist
Vincent van Gogh
Favourite Movies
Unbreakable - 300 - V for Vendetta - Spider-Man 1 and 2
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Incubus
Favourite Writers
John Greenleaf Whittier
Favourite Games
Zelda: Ocarina Of Time
Favourite Gaming Platform
GBA SP
Tools of the Trade
Nikon D200 - Adobe Photoshop CS
Other Interests
Aikido - Photography - Poetry - Spirituality - Movies
It's funny how many times I've written a journal about being back in the game, and then I turn out not to be. Well, it seems this time is different considering the fact that I've actually been submitting work. Go figure, I'm actually producing stuff and I pretty well like.
I can't imagine there's too many people from before this year who still follow my work, but I hope I may get some new people who at least enjoy, if only for a short glance.
Later Days
Do you ever think that maybe your life and it's choices don't belong to your conscious thoughts, but rather are already decided by some subconscious level of your being. That, maybe, what you want to do, and what you have to do are two different things... and maybe certain aspects of your being/soul are constantly at war over what will be. I'm constantly torn by passion and duty. The feeling of being happy, or being selfless. But some inner voice tells me that the decision is already made, and my conscious self is merely discovering an answer already found. That my conscious self is the last to know a decision already made in my own design, a
I have a lot more images coming in since I started studying Photography at college. So, hopefully, I have many images to come. I'm really enthusiastic about getting my photos out in the world, hope to get more on regular basis. Enjoy :D