Camera time with my mum’s doggo Mr. Vito. Met a new dragon friend who was keeping the not so friendly yellowjackets at bay.
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Caged Rainbows
Caged Rainbows
Rainbows shimmer upon the breeze.
Rain washing away the stench of despair.
Light where there was once only shadows.
Momentary beauty after the waging of the storm
A passing serenity, upon the breeze of uncertainty.
Photographing the memory, for one cannot tame such beauty. Nor can one cage the vitality of a rainbow and one should never try for such a effort is but a waist of energy.
Thoughts of Solitude
Thoughts of Solitude
Walking without purpose.
Destination still unknown.
Thoughts begin to stray.
Time slips into nothingness.
Still I keep walking.
Into the unknown.
Ode to chang
Ode to chang
Change can be scary.
It is hardly ever soft.
Sometimes cange is louder and abrasive.
Other times change is quiet and sneaky.
Yet in the end change is just another aspect of life. Embedded in our fabric of evolution.
Change is growth. The seed of life before she becomes a flower. The wilting petal before she becomes the earth.
Change is beyond our grasp of control…
A force of the universe compelling us forward.
Hurdling us through space and time … the ride of a lifetime.
Still despite its inevitability we still fight its presence.
Suppressing the evolution of its nature. Denying her existence in order to preserve memories of the past.
The life of a seed, a time long since gone denying her true potential.
Why fight against the tide?
Why struggle and drown… suffocating the breath of evolution.
Embracing growth that is life.
Nurturing the soul that is existance.
Preserving that which can build us forward well releasing that which no longer serves us.
Change does not have to be a monster it can be sweet and comforting but only if you deny not her existence and embrace what she has to give.
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Enter The Grey
Enter The Grey
Darkness fades into the grey.
Emotion blinding the senses.
Reality shattered.
Tumbling into madness.
Down…down…down.
Through the looking glass.
The world is somewhat more appealing.
Though I know it is not real.
But a delusion of emotion.
I crave the dream.
Walking the type rope.
Passion and insanity consume the soul.
Reality is no more… there is only the dream.
Woven out of emotion and fueled by imagination.
Lost but not without hope… I walk amongst the grey.
Rose Garden
Scent of beauty, upon the distant wind.
Silk petals shed like tears.
Ushering in the season of transformation.
