your words wow me
articulate and precise
your intellect excites me
opening my tiny mind
dazzling me with your knowledge
your ideas are like a dream
commanding my attention
making me listen
I hang on your every word
Because your thoughts are…
Your mind is a wonderland
I long to explore
Tell me everything you know
I would be content
to sit by your side
what to do with weighted thoughts of jealousy
barbs of envy piercing the solitude
the dark feelings swirl- cyclical and jarring
illuminating the depths of lowliness
questioning the eagerness of intent and motive
willing it to all melt away
this mind is a dueling paradise and prison
subject to its subject
victim or champion
ever searching for a stability only “normal” will provide
elusive and fleeting
the power of thought
transcends all consciousness
believing in the inevitable or doubting the obvious
beckoning the beholder
to consider the consequence
of innocent fantasies
for the mind breeds actions
which the heart is forced to honor
honor is unforgiving
longing for the “real “
truth in thought
*images from Google
Simple is never what it seems… Humility exists as a simple idea… Ideas develop and they flee…
Fleeting thoughts are not always truth… Truthful ideas can be simple…Perception is a type of truth.
Sorting through thoughts and ideas like a deck of shuffling cards.
How can I find the right card? Is it a trick, a game, amusement?
Is it sleight of hand, or an illusion?
Life is not a game, or a trick.
There are no quick fixes, no magic bullets.
No miracle workers or holy rollers.
It is uncomplicated and it can be as plain as the nose on your face.
Faith is truth. Truth is clear. Clarity is honest.
The answer to life is found in the spirit.
It’s as simple as that.
we talk tomorrow
what will you say
to make me stay
sorry sorry so so sorry?
you are my world?
I’ve heard it all
my gaze is on the bedroom door
while you sleep in silent sound
i wait to hear your words
as the moonlight dims and fades
i drift away and dream
of our happy days
I am huge fan of Jerry’s surreal photographic art work.
Actually, Uelsmann lives in Gainesville FL, only a hop, skip, and a jump away from me. Yet, I’ve never had the opportunity get out there and hear any of his lectures…Maybe one day…
This summer I’m planning a road trip to New Orleans and this will definitely be one of my pit stops- because they have a HUGE collection of his work on display.
However,until then, I’m always content to gaze at his fascinating images…and imagine…
If you’re interested,here is a tribute presentation I found of his work:
This is a compilation video I found on YOUTUBE
FYI- Jerry is a pioneer in this type of photography, no Photoshop for him. He actually creates all his art in a dark room. Jerry’s darkroom is his studio. His technique requires the use of multiple negatives and enlargers to capture a single cohesive image. He often takes pictures with this being his sole purpose, selecting unique subjects with the intention of separating and then combining them with other negatives in the darkroom. The final product is a dream-like vision to behold.
Check out his books:
*all images from Google
I’ve been waiting
daydreaming and wishful thinking
mind numb and body stunned
today I took a drink of reality
and now I can see
what is the rush
to be content
with what is
learn the lesson
dreaded or blessed
I do not know
but IT is the place I’m supposed to be
a thousand conversations
left silent on our tongues
intercepted by realities
hushing our song
set asunder by time
reckless wondering-simple- singular- solace
possibility of crossed paths
ushers a sliver of hope
Poem~35 The Nite Life
it was a see and be seen kind of night
balmy breezes, flashy smiles
twinkling lights- strumming guitars
all of the so and so’s and who’s who
mingling about-cackling, laughing
kissing the air in sundresses and sky high heels
gentlemanly nods-comparing and concurring
cigar smoke rings circling over head
slowly dissipating in the pleasant night air
our fingers touching across the table
star gazing while sipping free flowing wine
pretending we belong-but not really caring
such is the night in our little life
Poem~ 34 You Can Have It
I can sense you competing
whispering your disapprovals
contemplating the shallow bond
challenging their loyalty
sneering at me with your dismal smile
certain you’re infinitely more deserving
smugly confident-sly and condescending
your effervescent charm is nauseating
take it- ALL- if it means so much
I honestly… was only trying to help
no matter my sacrifice-for it was a pleasure
sadly- soon to be but a passing thought
all will pale in your brightness
I will pretend it doesn’t hurt
feign happiness for your success
it’s for the best…
dryly in my mind