a photographic act.
a feast for the eyes.
a global vision.
aboriginal young man. not to be exploited. to be remembered.
Let Love in.
It’s meant to shine your interior.
sublime is the time to recognize
how imaginings come real
when we feel beyond the reaches of space
and face the depths of our be-ing
this mile is like no other
so stop being next
be the new
dive headfirst into the calm
balm of sanctity’s
and live the unknown
She is love.
She shall not be forgotten.
Imbedded in precious memories
Lingering traces of her benevolence
shall be passed onto daughter
daughters in spirit
and those beholden.
She is love.
She shall remain whole.
sunlight folded against subtleties of trees.
you walk a path barefooted and unadorned
despite the bristled thorns, the winter’s breeze.
seeking an expanse only sky & newness of year may bring…
she sings softly
swaying hips that were never meant to be forgiven
only to be rephrased over and over
and over once again.
the coiling of arms intertwine with scents of her lust and
beneath her tongue’s subtle ebb & flow
a spraying of mist exists
up and down
side to side
out and in
between her lips
all while she’s
no other sounds are realized
except the willfullness of breath
exposed as she share woes for only those present to absorb
and carry with them this un-finished song long after she’s gone