monaco

behind numbers and hands i hide
a face with no expression shields me
with constant movement i am allowed to stand still
behind leather and crystal i hide
i measure not in days or hours
season now blend without markers
in seconds and in words i take stock of my life
behind gears and hands i hide
i have seen the old shields of bronze and iron
i have held swords of the same
technology has reduced both size and need
upon my wrist more protection than ever was
my tongue now sharper
i hide behind numbers and hands

hazme un favor
en esto momento
olvidese de usted mismo

do me a favor
forget yourselves in this moment

forget that you have carried burdens
and seen things that have made you men

take off those glasses of adulthood
without them you'll see a world of beauty and illusion
mysterious and an unchartable world

clasp hands with your neighbor
and you will see the age fall off like dirt caked on

listen to the world and its song
throw open the doors and join in the chorus

the men and women who have come before have fertilized the land
roots have grown deep and we should not fear erosion
this too is ours

breathe in deeply and close your eyes
upon the breeze you will smell home
the coffee and the platano
the ash and the loroco

i hear your voices still and clear in mind
i wish to share this with you
reach deep inside yourselves break loose those bonds of seriousness

i was there with you i have seen home trough you tales and your eyes
i call out to it now and bring it forth

remember i have heard you
i wish for you to hear me now

age will not take this from me nor you
in my words and through my eyes you will see

you have brought it with you
in my veins it still flows

do i appear in them as foolish as i feel?

many years have passed
the thinning of my blood that night
the music and company built a shield
in mid conversation i saw her
she was engaged with another
was it she that had drawn your attention?

i excused myself only after i saw her
those same eyes
no, no, no, they were not
i ask myself what makes men pause?

eyes from the past

[words inspired from a post by gonz85]

"but for the first time ever my head was going at God speed. hope turning into time, death becoming decades, nothing and everything was real." gonz85

Inside the sphere of the world that is my mind... light bends, time slows and i see the building blocks of creation... real is a word that moves faster than thought... I think it, so it is... the black that exists holds no fear for me. the white blinds and keeps me aware of who i am, who i was and who i may become

we are gods able to create in our own worlds and beyond... our souls fly, in that our big sky... thoughts, firing of synapses, bolts of energy reaching out across space with no bounds.. these things whirl around us at all times they circumnavigate others souls and come home to us...

i will return to this...

an arguement with an angel

you insolent pup life did not begin this evening
you had 35 years to steel yourself
35 years of bad choices
you fell away from life
hid behind that camera of yours and those drawings and called them a life
a series of collected snapshots of other people
drawings of whores and stolen moments
and you have the audacity to question what is the meaning of life
nothing... there is no meaning...
you have freedoms that some would kill for and here you stand petrified
the door is open there is nothing standing in your way
go out and grab it put not a lens or canvass before you
take not your shields
experience what there is to this HIS gift to humanity

you arrogant sod
would you be so open had you not been trapped there for hundreds of years
you his chosen, you his army, his guides and teachers
judge me not for when the time comes
he will
loved have i in my fashion, bled for causes not my own
picked up shield and sword in ways that now have reach that you should have had
make no more jest of me
i pause now for clearer vision for which ever road i take i take it only once

Once? HA...once... you foolish myopic man
we walk in circles until we deal with all we need
and then we walk them again
a variable changed here and there the pieces almost them same but more complex
you walk them once...
I have been around since the dawn of time
i have seen you fools squander it all. for what?
men do not learn... we fight for your souls
and still you do not learn

laugh at me... you are the one who has been fighting for something you do not believe in
locked in that eternal struggle and then ask me what have i learned

just a piece of a whole (wish i could remember the rest)

fragmented has been my view of late
as a photographer would, i exclude and include
that which tells the tale i would like told
i peer out from behind my lens
i see the world more whole

where i am going with this?

in the darkness we become not what we are seen as
in the darkness we are wholly what we think ourselves to be
are dances in the black less graceful?
a disorientation of body and mind
no, no... they are true and pure
thoughts conveyed to muscle and movement
when did we be come paralyzed in the night?
aware of our surroundings we built tribes and casts
in the darkness
that is when they must of come for us
when the animal of thought was weakest
when instinct and evolution took precedence
over debate and council
when thought was just that thought
no schemes no plots just darkness and our minds
the night is the great leveler
it balances out the power we have acquired
we fear it now