Simple, Color


Dreary doldrums of gray
Drift through cold emptiness
Unaware and uncaring

Society scorns the dreamer
A lustful beauty adorns her walls
And always, light emerges

Frantic excitement
More and more
You are not supposed to

Unbridled pleasure
Vibrant and erotic
You are not supposed to

Searing, tearing pain
The dark to the light
I told you so

What a vivid contrast
To the lifeless gray

* photo by Lotus and Tim at the Gebert Gallery in Venice
** Dave, you Rock!

on the Odyssey

Look deeper Odysseus
You have seen every move
And all end in tragedy

Go back
Undo your meticulous planning
And see the inverted path

There, you see now
Standing on the precipice
As she flies from your open arms

You, Odysseus, cannot fly
And cannot heal her

Others have caged her
And nearly killed her
You must shape the world
So that she may fly

Hold her with open palms
And let her mend her wings

Strong Odysseus, Shaper of worlds
Shape the world Odysseus
That she may fly

Give her a world to fly in
So that she may fly away

infinite potential

breaking down the doors of perception
the dizzying distractions and running thoughts
all melt effortlessly away

without the doubts and fears
you look out and see nothing the same

you see only the world as it is
simple awareness with no filters
endless appreciation for the
vast beauty in all things

it is calm, serene
with infinite potential

Life Drawing

Your back aches hunched over the sketchpad
Hands scribble furiously as
Lines slowly take shape

Outlines emerge in primordial form
Details are sparse and slowly the
Lines tighten in all perspectives

Frantically trying to capture the important
Just the right curve, the right pucker
The details can wait

Maybe a little slimmer, a little fatter
Beauty begins to shine as the artist
Injects a style all their own

And then

NEXT POSE

* Photo taken at Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art School

I miss the sun

There’s a touch of romance in a dark dreary sky
We curl up in warmth, waiting for the rain to stop
Our bodies in need, we hibernate
We have little to distract us
From this majesty of nature

Finding Beauty

In the bustling blur of coffee and work
Running hitherto from place to place
Life’s gentle reminder of beauty in everyday places

Was it random?
Or did an unknown artist seek tirelessly
To prepare the small aesthetic decor
That makes your dizzying life
A little more beautiful?

Late at Night

In the late of night I step outside
A brisk chill in the air

My eyes adjust to pitch black
Empty and unknown in the cold

The wind whispers as if teasing
Behind the darkness is mystery

And for but a second the whispering winds
Part the formless blurry clouds

A faint glow emerges from above
Surreal light from the moon-lit sky

For the briefest moments the darkness dimmed
And an endless sea glimmered in this enchanted night

The soft winds danced with the crashing waves
And as soon as it began, it ended

The light dimmed and the pitch black returned
A comforting and beautiful unknown

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