Anomalies play in the sand while mists of rays graze the skies
Even if eyes never lie what do you see from here?
Metaphorically speaking it’s the very sentiments of life that I am seeking
A new strategy to overcome the catastrophes
Gliding in smiles as the brisk cool current casts us away.
The flow…yes the flow is all that we need
Fluidity in harmony where beaches recede…H2O
The shadows know little of my existence
perhaps it may be the warmth of my ashes as they fade away
Scattered I am a wind of thoughts burlesque to their resistance
Know that it is the way to keeping the enthusiast tuned
Next to wounds in a zest of a desert pride
Consumed in gloom those fail to see the light shining thru
for its the rise that creates each day anew.
My submission to Sonel’s Corner B&W Challenge. This week’s theme is nature. Hope you all enjoy!
One of my favorite pics converted. 14ft. Crocodile @ Black River, Jamaica.
Shadows stretch past light
as Dream escapes seem alright
amidst an aqua night.
The Inner Voice speaks louder than we may sometimes notice.
We are all small creations blooming into a much larger one.
Sometimes it takes a few clouds to truly appreciate the sunshine.
Stand clear as I move past
tumbling down a long cross-tied stroll
The perception of my existence does meet the iniquities of time
While I find that those who stood before me
only succumbed to the news of this train’s glory
Unlike many a stories
Maybe it’s the burdens to blame
For all the stamina, all the momentum
All of the sunshine, all of the rain
Squeezing all of my sunshine from the Earth
Evaporating dry skies into the rain.
The steam preps the Conductor’s vibe again
Rolling parallel to dirt roads, and trails, business districts
Grocers, farmland, until these cross ties have become old and stale.
Lost souls turned into bones hanging from live oaks where we stood
To desert heat, valleys & Smoky Mountain peaks
Please don’t let me be accused as another
that has let the brakes of fear release me
from straying others off the tracks of life
Many often struggle only because they know Not the facts of strife.
Heading behind the demise of so many
ignored of my patience they failed to see
that my ideals seemed to be just as good as any.
Making it over the hill, ’round those mountainous curves,
I push through any and all that I can
the bloodshed and callous has revered the better halves of stress
I cry in the face of karma yet smile at the faces of death
Always knew the difference between fate and destiny
Always do my best, but never let obstacles get the best of me
The Infamous Locomotive, feel the gust as I set out
Further down a path I did not expect
knowing it’s still so much I haven’t seen yet.
But of all the things…at least now I KNOW that I could…and for that
I have no regrets.
If the World saw less black & white, there would be room for More Color…
1. You woke up! That’s pretty AMAZING considering on average about 155,000 don’t…each day.
Wake up, Get Up…the rest is easy!
Where these tracks may lead
is more than some random place
fear is faced today.
The Calm of Nature
soothing the stress from my brow,
frowns no more just smile.
Weekend, where are you?
As fountains pour near a beach,
It’s Monday again.
So many say the words to receive no answer.
A hurtful thought that can eat away at your very soul like a cancer.
That’s why I always promised myself if I ever got the chance to
Fulfill that role I would do it well.
I look my father in his eyes and say thank you
even though I may have gave him pure hell.
He stood there, through the fire storms, from the day that I was born,
and here he stands today
Yes, I may be the cause behind a few of those gray hairs
I thank him because he didn’t have to stay.
Times have truly changed, the role of women being so independent
sometimes the role of a father has to be defended.
No one is perfect but some do use that as an excuse for that same song.
Planting a seed into the cavities of fertility, the true fruit of life.
No one said you have to make her your wife, but be a father.
A true father, so much more than just a dad,
I look at society today and must confess that it is sad.
My daughter will always know her father
I tell the women out there who act as mother and father…stay strong
Times are hard but not as hard as they have been.
Valued who you are, and on behalf of them I’m sorry.
I’m sorry they he doesn’t get it.
I’m sorry that he “got it” then refused to accept his position,
And I’m wishing….. he valued your worth.
I wish he appreciated that birth that was given to him.
To be more than just a donor,
I wish he could accept being the owner…of a blessing.
A lesson of love and life
The number of men that don’t understand…too funny
Its more than just the money, It’s the value of time spent
It’s the feeling of reminiscing on the places you’ve went.
It’s the comfort of having someone there for you…. as an angel sent.
To those that do… I SALUTE YOU!
My personal Honda CBR 954 RR…father’s day gift to myself a few years back. Captured this shot with the Nikon one evening after sunset. No editing, no lie. Mods and customizations done by me, and my bro.
We piled inside the small compact car smelling like Vodka, sweat, and good times.
Someone yelled ‘Let’s take Marta.’ After all, it’s smarter. Well, it’s just we all had been drinking. Summer was approaching and there was a sudden silence in the air, you knew what everyone was thinking.
Ralph was such a good guy is what we all seemed to pray. He was one exit from home on that fateful day.
With a driven purpose in mind we walked towards the next arriving Blue Line. It’d be ten minutes or so before the next rail was set to arrive. Under the influence it seemed like forever. In the meantime, we’d admire a smoke and a share a few thoughts of laughter. Philips Arena, Five Points… Georgia State soon after. We waited along with a few others in the morning dim. There were no panhandlers in sight, it must have been too early for them. That’s what Greg joked but I saw truth in that. I was almost at a dose when I felt a sprinkle of inspiration in fact. Awakening was the rail’s brakes and images of flying sparks. The old woman sitting by the young lady I met tonight both got off at Inman Park. Those other guys I believe were migrating West. I thought to myself, ‘Marta is Smarter’, even they know what’s best. The conductor insisted Edgewood/Candler would be coming up next. I looked around and there weren’t a familiar face left other than one guy from yesterday’s game. By the time we reached Decatur I had forgotten his name. On similar paths we travel some of our minds lose tract. Then I saw my reflection realizing I am a man of my own and fully understand maps. Have been for awhile now and soloist decisions have become the norm. Through many roads I’ve traveled while weathering the storm. Further I’ve gone, but nowhere near home. Then I see through their eyes. Faces show smiles and in hearts true gloom. Or perhaps, maybe I’ve gone too far as a train passes flashing, ‘No, we were all born to be stars, some just get off to soon.’
Show me the way to be a better man to you,
I know I’m useful but may not be quite what you’re used to
Mold me as I mold you, don’t scold me because I would never scold you
I mean, when you speak I listen,
Although my thoughts you keep dismissing
I’ve tried to make you understand I’m not perfect
But know that you have my undivided…attention
Not to mention…your semblance places me in another dimension
And it doesn’t even compare to your intellect & grace
When I look into your face…. I see my Earth Tone Queen
I mean, I see a star…
I see a flower…beautifully blossomed
And yet so solemn, without a caretaker to render
The proper nurturing…I am
Don’t deny me, help me to refine thee….
Fertilize my soul, together as we grow old
I see you as the fruit sowed while I am groomed,
To be a better provider
Its more than just a seed planted
and sowed, more like living in the Now
I see the reason I have always appreciated your smile.
Evening sunset in Negril
Still going…
…almost gone
There’s things I wanna do,
That I know you like too.
Riding the freeway passing the flask to you taking 2 sips,
As my hand slides in between those hips
No I don’t drive and drink,
I just like to ride and think….lol
Love when you giggle, rub my hand, & give me those eyes…..mmmm delicious.
I can tell that you’re tipsy,
We don’t have to make it to our destination for you to kiss me.
I’ll pull over right here if you feel the heat,
I got a blanket for the hood, plus there’s plenty of backseat.
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
Is it right for me to hinder you, knowing what you’ve been thru,
Or should I be a fill-in so the next no smooth talker doesn’t sweet-talk you
Sweep you off your feet, only to not catch you in return.
Love is something I yearn….but not right now
I’d much rather just make you smile…
As long as you can keep me on my toes.
But she can’t be lazy, her motivation & support has to drive me crazy.
Only cause she pushes me to do more…her mind I want to explore
Financial security and doing all those freaky things are a plus,
I need you to arouse my emoption every once and while…..just so I can tell you hush.
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
You can grab my “D” in public you see… girl I ain’t scared.
But when I tell you “I’m ready, and let’s sneak to the dressing room…be prepared.
Don’t be shy when I nibble your ear whispering something during a movie,
Or I sit you down and tell you that you Move me…
Spiritually and beyond.
Don’t trip when I say life goes on…with or without…because you feel the same.
Not saying that the others are lame…..it’s just
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
I guess I’m enticed by your gist….I can’t resist
Excuse me when I grab that, when your brother and mother not looking,
Or if I tell you I want you for my dessert when you in the kitchen cooking.
Now, on second thought..when I’m ready for a wife….
That good girl may be what I need in my life
But until then……
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
YS Falls, SOuth Coast Jamaica. Taken with my Nikon D3000
Picked up a few vintage items at a yard sale this weekend. An old storage trunk, a Singer sewing machine (Cabinet Model), and a Nikon EM. Being a collector of vintage and antique items these pieces spoke to me. History often has a story to tell if we take time to listen. It was a pleasure speaking with the woman who was selling a host of items that belonged to her father who’d recently passed away. She stated that he had been collecting so many things that the home looked like an episode of “Hoarders.” With the quality of these items I was only sorry I didn’t get there sooner. Vintage in today’s world is something to appreciate by all means and uncannily we throw away a piece of the past without even thinking about it. Knowing the value of something beyond the price tag is truly…priceless.
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