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March 22nd, 2015
A Phantom winds sweeps
drought ravaged lands.
The relentless furnace of the sun
wounds!
Shade is no refuge,
no breeze flows ,
no evaporations cools.
Dawn is the only sane time.
It's false coolness seems real enough.
Walking, is possible ;
not pleasant
possible for the dog .
Wilting; dragged along
I surrender.
These words I write,
like drought shriveled
leaves, crumble with time.
March 22nd, 2015
This weekend I found an old photograph of a tree with bright red leaves. It was a little dar but something about it caught me up in playing around with it.
Here it is after I finished playing with it. The first image is the complete image. The rest are details from this work.
What do you think?
this last one has some texture added.
August 27th, 2011
I dreamed I was flying last night. The wind rushing over my bald pate creating wind tunnel like flows of majestic colored clouds. I flew over spring time fields of green and gold
and autumn colored hills and valleys.
I saw strange fractal patterns
and fantastical flowers.
The chaos of my currently reality tried to claim me
But I flew on through cartoon like landscapes
and abstract places
i awoke in the nightmare of my current situation refreshed momentarily, knowing someday I will be happy again.
July 5th, 2011
Twilight Approaches
June 25th, 2011
March 23rd, 2011
Hunger linkers beneath every thought, addiction !
Dependence requires fulfillment.
One more commercial, create the motivation,
one more jingle!
I'm off to satisfy, to satiate, "there up ahead!
It's THE GOLDEN ARCHES!"
Stuffed and bloated
I stumble from my car straining with every effort,
puffing for air by the time I reach the door!
Remorse, falling through the vortex!
I poisoned myself, and the planet and will again!
Hunger! addicted !
September 2nd, 2010
Some of you know that every once and a while i lose my mind and out pop these fables. I have also Have been told that it was confusing at first because people did not notice or follow the text between the images. So here is a brief explanation. The text Start the narrative which is completed by the title of the image following it. The narrative continues after each image or series of images.
As always I ask that you comment , even if its nasty and help me keep this going.
The night was
the clouds boiling with seeming rage and threatening to take it out on the innocents below.
It was
and I had just woken from a
.
I began to meditate
from the upset of the dream.
Calming images drifted through my head,
As I got up from my meditations and headed to the shower I was hoping it would be a quite day while I was
.
Part 2 soon if there is some demand for it.
June 3rd, 2010
A while ago I started this little fable. People keep asking when the next installment was happening. This is it!
If you missed the previous parts here are links to them.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Please comment so this can be kept near the top so people will see it.
Part 5
The Ghost in the Machine and Phoenix were getting worried. It seemed like they had been on the alien ship for hours. The view out the window was an endless expanse of stars and gas clouds.
They heard a noise and an image formed on the screen. They saw
and heard the words "prepare for transition" in their heads and they were
As they watched, images, some quite strange, passed in front of them.
Everything went black and silent. The ghost and Phoenix felt and heard nothing for a long time.
Ghost became aware of music and light slowly. He forced his eyes open and saw
Phoenix was next to him and beginning to return to awareness.
"Look" exclaimed Ghost. "We are back in the Cafe Museum"
the song playing in background was
The End.
If you want more you will have to beg!