Five then Six

the trees

they are

dancing


and the

ocean 

it is waving


the clouds

they are

being


and the 

ground 

it is shaking


the cliffs

they are

sinking


and the

sky 

it is aging


the flowers

they are 

singing


and the 

galaxy 

it is changing


the animals 

they are

thinking


and the 

wind

is is moving


the people 

they are

feeling

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

What's Next

I’m not very good at writing about the things that make me happy. Maybe it’s because I didn’t start out writing about the good things, I started because I didn’t see another way out, I started writing because it was my lifeline. All that said I’ll try my best to tell you a happy story today.   I haven’t seen my dear friend in over two years and in only a few days I’ll be off to see her. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I last saw her, crying in Amsterdam saying I would never forget her. We met at a school in Amsterdam and have kept up with each other as best we could. She has become one of my dearest friends and I have missed her much. I also haven’t been back to the country of my birth for longer than a few weeks in many many years. I’ve visited a handful of times over the years but never for longer than a few weeks. Now I get to go to what I still call home for almost three months. Suffice to say my writing schedule is gonna get a little messed up, but it will be well w...
Read more

This shall pass

  I have spent much of the last few weeks in the company of my youngest cousin. She is 20 years younger than I and she is very dear to my heart, the same as her sister. She is a true miracle and no one who lays eyes on her can deny it. Her being but a baby it has sparked a few wonderings of the human heart and how it ages. One of the first things to jump out at me has been her relentless tasting of the world. Which is to say she licks and kisses everything she can get her mouth on. From what I know this is true for most if not all babies. They bite and lick and taste any and everything. And it occurred to me one day while I watched her giving a particularly slobbery kiss that there was a simply intimacy there. An intimacy known down deep in the core of humanness that the mouth is more than it seems. She often puts a finger to my lips wanting to look in my mouth. Written in words it seems silly but it’s as if she’s looking for where the words come from. Another thought that has ...
Read more

To Paint, To Write

I work in two mediums predominately, acrylic paint, and words. I’ve yet to truly combine the two and here’s why. Often the paintings are full too bursting with emotion and strife that I have no words for, there is only the pain or the wonder and I can’t find the way to explain it with the english language. Often the writings, the stories, are my desperate attempt to make the words work for me, because the thing I just lived had so much to it that I have to find 72 adjectives and metaphors for it to makes sense.   There is much of my art that feels desperate, feels like a bleeding need, a crying for attention. Because I think if no one ever bothered to teach me to talk I would have learned to paint and draw and sculpt my way into communicating. My first language was the brush in my hand, because I’ve always lead with my heart.  Part of my every day life is maintaining and doing my best to take care of my physical health. I have some unhealthy things happening wit...
Read more