I fell in love with the situation

Feeling alive.

I am born when I see how soft and smooth you are.

My body fights with the whiskey in my belly.

The fire of the screaming music of the Americas blazes our ears.

We both agree.

My soul feels like the music is cleansing me. The rhythm pounds with my heart and I feel like the world that surrounds me is going to explode.

An when it doesn't and your still there.

I am amazed to know your calm.

And I feel in love with the situation.

I worry not about what comes of what and how.

I just be in the moment.

Hear the violent, exhausting colors in the music.
And sense how our souls.
My soul deals with it and where we meet

is there.

Life is impossible with out music.

Office

(Letting go of these thoughts and feelings)

Cruelty is in the disregard of another human.  Other human beings.
To be ignored and treated dismissively is painful and unfair.

It sucks the creative energy out of me and breeds bitterness as a consequence.

A horizon cannot exist without anyone to witness.  To be left alone.

Is untruthful and tiring when purpose is diminished and un-asscociated .

Pride is also tiring,
so is envy.

and so is a hot and cold shower in your swampy mist.

Friendship has no place when a man meets a woman like you.

Nothing is forever but this link is severed.
Gone out are the lights.

And deep under that swamp so many truths lie.
Fuck morals and rituals and heaviness.
no bliss in your presence. no happy in your vacant looks.

Though sometimes you still stare.

To not see me as myself but to leave me starving is a barren unlit landscape.   I am left to take it away.

Healing time is due too long.

Away the raven that parts us.  goodnight.

Dancing.

Subtle in the body, dress is all kind.

Messy and ruffled,the child with the urge to move and move and move. 

I always had messy clothes, messy hair, messy outside, tidy inside.

Messy moving like all of us , stretched limbs,extended arms and ri-thum in the body.Move and keep moving by. 

until 

     You become free 

until you become free

until you become free

Keep moving because you are free.

Feel the sadness when it comes and the laughter and the pain and the joy and the glory.

Missile your pride 

Send it, 

Walk away 

You are on the right path 

Don't be afraid to follow it 

whether it is him or her 

Walk.                                                             i are 

                Walk,  walk.  walk, walk              

Walk

oil painting

Detail of a painting I made when I was 17...

The Tale of William Burrupbup

Detail

Something very close to my heart

Photo by Luka

Unexpressed,unequivocal,unrequited love at first sight.

Unrequited love, in its purest definition it is to want,
severely with out needing, it is to scapegoat
severely without seeding yourself in the
ground.
It it is the love that stems from pornography and
the type that lacks magnanimity.
It is the kind that leads you across the
world,using magical telescopes and instruments
which have never been heard. It is not
derivative of pure reason, nor does it account
for sympathy. It is symphonies
masturbation to sound and figure that is
only in the eye of the beholder. It
is shortened breath, a tale of lovers and mothers
It is undefined but it is definable and
most of all it is time to grow up.