Home is Where my Heart will Always Be . . .

Rows and rows of the most beautiful flowers I had ever seen... strong enough to stand higher than a barn and giving enough to share its seeds...

And now...

Only pretty enough to look at.

A Photograph that Tells the Story

A Self Created Deuce

In my world of intolerable self detachment
I sit dispassionately as I fight to regain morality
Trying to pass judgment on a life of choices
This is how I have chosen to pass my time of error.

You will not be my prophet criticizing my wrong doings
I need not a man to point out deformity and shortcomings
So I'll wish nothing but the most honorable alternatives
To maintain a continuing power to sustain and carry on.

I can survive through what the world makes of me
Hold in my hand the hearts and souls of weak minds
And crush my insecurities by measuring their inadequacies
I will be the person I've sought out in no other.

The Shot that Got Away

Legs parted and thoughts of entrancement zipped to the near miss of...what...through these memories only a vision of what could have happened if the hand grazed... sweetness is the taste of what has been thought never to have become...no more guilty remnants, no more feeling of constraint...would it ever be, would it ever want to be, but should it ever be? Nothing to come from it other than...knowing now it was at his fingertips makes the wanted more desirable and yet further distant, now guarded. A fantasy metamorphosed from that moment, brought about by a glance, by the touch that never awarded by itself.

Legs parted and thoughts carried away now built up to a mountain of self pleasure...thinking of that near miss of...what...was needed...begging now of the cold harsh chains...no emotional guilt restrains...dripping of...dripping between lips...what leads to the zipped pointed black heels...slip of the hand, slip of the tongue, stroke of fingertips. To the ground...the wrists are...the cold hard surface is where the warmth surrenders to words of...dripping, kissing, restraining...new strength, bruises of desire from the shot that got away.

~Me

Rain just happens . . .

"Weather is a great metaphor for life - sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, and there's nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella." ~Terri Guillemets

The Mothman

Once there was this girl who fell head over heals for an artist who believed he was as good as God. Those around him believed he was equal to God because he told them he created art like God.

A View From Self Proclaimed Grandeur

We hate the most in ourselves in what we see-

We deal with only what we can understand-

We blame others when we cannot face the mirror-

Then hide behind a band wagon of starry eyed followers.

Such a weak person turns and points a blackened finger

Criticizing everyone else who carries on contentedly.

We are given but one life to live as we choose and

Stronger willed hearts loose sight of hypocrites.

Inflated egos plan tyrannical attempts of reckoning

Simply because they believe they can do no wrong,

But keep in mind, feeble attacks at another's character

Show the world a true face of pretentious narcissism.

The Photo Shoot that Started it All

My very first model photo shoot was with Kerriana in Atlanta in 2005. Although I was not a newbie at dealing with models, this time I was on the opposite side of the lens.

Hot lights attached with a clamp light from Home Depot, cigarettes in my house for the first time (I don't smoke and didn't allow it in my house- all in the name of art), a very trusting model when the light became loose and almost fell on her head and my very first attempt at lighting in general.

I think it went very, very well.

Life takes on Many Faces

Sometimes it's the smallest decisions that can change your life forever. Yet sometimes its the largest. I moved across the country in the early part of 2008 for nothing less than a "change". I finally thought my life was on a track that would warp me into the person I wanted to be, thought I could be, desired to be... and then, Life flipped a 180 on me....

One day, not long after, I realized I was already the person I thought I could be but sometimes it takes a force stronger to slap us and make us realize we have in ourselves to be that person in its entirety. It enables us to tolerate others' short comings, to love few, to accept many and carry on beside those we meet every day on a level of sanity. I know now, I am who I always wanted to be...

Whether or not you chose to follow, this blog will be a place to share that person - on my time and in my own fashion...