Solitude is my Guide

Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied

Lyrics from *Possession* by Sarah McLachlan ... seems to say it all

You love me now but You'll hate me soon

It seems to be an ongoing cycle. It's a delight that won't be denied.

Blank, Empty, Lost without a Thought

I purchased a blank canvas tonight.  I hung it thinking if I saw it on my wall, ideas would flow down upon me.  I thought about the colors, I imagined the vision, I listened intently to . . . absolutely nothing.

My first attempt at an actual painting.  I've wondered over the years if I have within me, somewhere deep in there, his talent.  I had hoped that if he gave me nothing else, he at least had the courtesy of bestowing that trait.  After all, I received so many others.  Many of which I would gladly give back.

I never thought in a million years I would be taking and creating such images as this.  Creativity is something I will never take for granted. 

An Old Black and White tells the story

I should have realized it was all wrong.  Nothing but a drift in the wrong direction, nothing but a poor fit.  An indication - the photo shoot simply a perspective.

Atlanta was never right.

Those We Do Not Fear

I did not create the art you see here.  I simply captured it from a wall in Phoenix.  Something about it speaks loudly yet whispers softly and stirs confusion within me.

Below was written for a friend who dealt with the obsessive thoughts of another human being...something no one should have to deal with or tolerate alone.


Those We Do Not Fear

I have seen your face before. You are no one special to me, no one who I care to care about nor your words you've chosen as an attempt to force feed.  You are not unique to me.  The past has been full of defectives such as yourself and those who gather around your narcistic sucking aurora. When will you finally realize that you are but an empty shell to me?  And that you, yourself, have created your own demons who haunt you by simply being abhorrent you.  Go run to your groupies and tell them I said hello.  Be sure to mention they are being played as fools.  Manipulated by you who believes you are deserving of my full attention.  All the while you wait and pass your time by making do with fools' conversations, and deep inside your heart you wish to reach my level of humanity.  A level you will never ascend to.  You are simply not worth my time, my thoughts, my worry nor my being.  You are just you.  I am just me, without you, content and safe far from you.

Finally . . .

... I am home.

Let the words flow, let the lens capture ... free the demons

"Weakened by a state of hate, as every page whispers your fate."

"Creativity releases the demons from the room within the mind."

Float to Safety. . .

The Prelude

From a throne made of exceptional morality
She sat silently observing a forbidden life
A new viability worth risking and accepting
The secret to the survival of her lost direction

Freeing herself from a servitude of desperation
She floated down, softly landing in her new life
A life filled with old burdened souls of intolerance
Of oblivious minds and hearts searching for absolution

~Me, 2006