As chained off goes, we tie ourselves off in all manners of ways. Somehow securing the ideal before the reality clock has struck some appointed hour, becomes the arch which predicts and surprises the outcome beyond the expected. Treated as such... Would anybody disappoint? That lurch forward either up or down on the spiral becomes thy spirit. Into ( Read more... )

That creature lurking and churning in the pit of that mire. Somehow I seem to see the silhouette, and it dithers in the low light. Shade glows different with strange shapes. As the water is begone from this fish like state, that shallow pool currently treading within seems always smaller. While options sink to nothing within those murky placid ( Read more... )

Waiting in the reeds exposed to all forms of drift, I calculate the depth and speed to traverse the flow. Drastically misgiven to the rivers sense, I surge outside of the planned associations. Turned over in that drift pushed hard into eddys unknown or seen previous. New paths and landings while watching creeks move by like scenery. The course of ( Read more... )

In the fits of the luxury we cry a lot into the dreams born of house of mirrors wanderings. Stepping blindly into open space only to crash hard upon sheer glass. A path so vividly led out in front of thy feet in the split of a second becomes all things, yet, no, now not. Heros and figures in the future begin and become to pass, eases into that lull ( Read more... )

  The thing has finally come. A weed amongst the grass, the surprise in the hat. Circus living does dry the wits into prunish spirals. Wherever you call down or around or home, becomes the place where you unfold into the backward origami placeholder of this moment in this life. Trying to discern the overall shape of the merely creased paper wad ( Read more... )

Rain in the pocket of distressing future prospects, makes for soggy footsteps here to. Limited notions flying in circles during the tornadic adventure which is growth in developing stages of children and egos with power over. Above levels of deception and negligence which lead to truth falling forward, and burden crushing into thy world with ( Read more... )

In all the shades, of the neither here nor there, and the white between the black, a never more complete notion can be sought. In the pursuit of the unobtainable the wind talks the news through the key hole and dreams into the next further. With perception blocking all pathways into the stepped past, the clock does die in a shoot out of epic ( Read more... )

With a crack begun upon a notion, the world should change. Each foundation begins with a point in space, which a structure aspires toward to finds it's shape. As a spiral finds a tangent lost to it's turn, and the direction must yield to the ever outward and better. The attack upon an idea is a less worse fate than being overlooked the opportunity ( Read more... )

A good pick for an Oscar Win I'd say.

What makes something seen? Is noticing those simple and distinct things a skill, or something that yields so readily to distractions? The beauty in the abstract becomes the life blood of a witnessed life. Churning the colours and the vantages towards the different, widdling the devices down to their bare sense ( Read more... )

Watch...
You're so the greatest change, I'm always dreaming of...
... the weather change.

In the vastness, the wastes in between, the moment seems like forever. Holding onto a moment in hopes of a return to that same sunny morning of yester. With a streak in a cloud, the trace leads to the bunny rabbit, falling through the halo to a new strata. We see ( Read more... )