All things are shaped by friction
Growth by by erosion,
the crash of objects against environment
water against rock, man against circumstance,
two crashing into one and other
I am no different,
except for the engine within that propels me
forward, fueled with past experience
with the gift of mind, sensation, and memory
and the awareness of the sparks
created between me,
and the who and the what
that I crash into.
images made by me with GIMP, Fotowall, Photoscape, and Picassohead.
“We Will Never Feel Alone”
rework of poem-poster : If We Were Set in Stone.
Neither smile, nor glance, nor hips
neither touch, nor gesture, nor whisper
can give a description fully,
other then they are hers
No mathematics can summate,
no science can find the root of effect
It is only SHE in the living instant
And the exhilaration she generates within me.
(image manipulation sources Hubblesite Gallery)
We live our lives
between the music
and the noise.
tap tap feet
until the music
and the noise
blur into one.
they were always one.
they will continue to be one
Echo chamber universe
echoes of the big bang.
Some guys try to chase the wind
try to figure it all out.
Some guys only blow with the wind
and are thrown thrashing about.
boots on the ground
the sun in the eyes
Breathe the wind in all around
with a head held high
yr hands that build are yr hands that feel
the same environment you breathe
the passion of life body doeth feel
Its the minds desire that doeth deceive