Summer, summer, please come back.

No one msses a season
Like I miss summer.
The ever-present hug of heat
The smile of the sun of closed eyelids
If I imagine hard enough
I can almost smell the grass growing
Until I breath in too deep
And harsh winter bites my lungs
Spitting up snow in my face with windy laughter
At least experience and history teaches us
That every winter thaws to spring
Where you can tasste the earth
Crying away winter's pain into all the waters of the land
Seeping fresh life into every being
Until there's no way to be sad
Only a cutting away of old things
Making room for new growth
To embrace summer's dry kiss
Then weep and shed though fall
Because even new growth
Knows when winter's coming.

Emerging from Within

Shark Net

New Thesis Work

Got some more shots for my thesis done yesterday. The model was great. I love cooperative people.

People Need People Too

Music copyright Larry Polisar, used with artist's permission.

Explain.

How cruel is Fate
To give and take
When I had wanted none
Left to mope
Without a hope
Under the hidden Sun.

Never thought I'd be inspired to write an Emily Dickinson-esque poem. Winner winner chicken dinner?

Buried Alive in Sleep

Dead dreams sink under the weight of living nightmares.
Creatures from the black sweep out of the shadows, as eyelashes twitch out the seconds to the tick of a clock.
The sky washes ashore over lifeless toes.
Faces you can't quite remember peer owlishly out of the folds of your memories.
Silent screams rend open windpipes.
Punches hurled in frustration sink into sandy enemies.
Helpless in a swath of sheets.
This is what it is to sleep.
This is what it is to die.

Love is our Resistance

I'm not going to claim to be much of a live music fan. Usually I am content to plug in the old ipod or computer and listen by myself in the comfort of my own room. But last Sunday I was given the opportunity to see Muse, an amazing British band, performing at the Walter Kerr theater for MTV.

I did like the band before I actually went. But something about being three rows from them, in a room full of people that were absolutely pumped to be there, it really affected me. The lighting was amazing, the theater was gorgeous, and the band was spot on.

There was something incredibly religious about the experience. Thousands of people leaping and fist pumping and singing in unison, it was like church. We were all feeling the resistance. I felt more poetic about it right after, but I was too dog tired to do anything but snap a shot of me with my wristband on.

Still Love You

I miss being the only thing you needed in the world.
I miss you asking to come see me.
I miss holding your hand,
Kissing without a struggle
And knowing that I was always on your mind.

How do I make you see me like a woman again?

I love laughing with you.
I love playing games with you.
I love fighting the world with you.
I love when you touch my face,
my back,
my shoulders.

But, how do I make you see me like a woman again?

BrainStorming a Surveillance Project.

Full view is going to be far more enjoyable.
Voyeurism 101

Iwagumi

Do you think these fish realize that they are just a part of someone's painting? Obviously they were chosen for their subtle and small nature, so that their existance doesn't take away from the piece. Are they greatful? Do they feel that god has created this Eden for them?

It makes me think, is this how Christians feel? That god has placed them in his perfectly sculpted landscape for their benefit?

When, in truth, they are there for the affect. A landscape is droll, without a person in it, much like an aquascape is just some sea weed, without a fish to make it look useful.

The Condemned Pt 1

I beheld destruction in a flash.

The Condemned Pt2

I saw chaos through the window light.

The Condemned Pt3

Objects of Affection.

Exteriors Through Courtyard Facing Windows.

Fixtures Lost to Time.