“sometimes when I wake up in the morning and see all the faces I just can’t breathe”
SKY DIVING I hang on the edge of this universe PHOTOGRAPHY
The eye we are told
I suppose living in a materialistic society
Living in a electronic age seeing the whole world
I have thought if only I could become rich and famous
But you held me
singing off key
talking too loud
embracing myself to cushion the fall
i shall tumble into deep space
never in this form or with this feeling
to return to earth
it is not tragic
I will spiral through that Black Hole
losing limbs
internal organs
searing my naked soul
landing in the next galaxy
with my only essence embracing myself
as I dream of you
Is a camera
But the film is the heart
Not the brain
And our hands joining
Those that reach
Develop the product
It’s easy sitting in the sun
To forget that cold exists
Let alone envelops
The lives of people
It’s easy sitting in the sun
To forget the ice and ravages
Of winter yet
There are those who would have
No other season
It’s always easy when thinking
We have the best to assume
Others covet it
Yet surf or sea each has
Its lovers and its meaning
For love
Watching the red sun bleed
Into the ocean
One things of the beauty that fire brings
If the eye is a camera and the film is the heart
Then the photo assistant is god
LUXURY
Luxury
To some would be having more than what you need
By pushing a button to the nth degree might perhaps be
Adequately represented by having someone there
To push the buttons for you
I would live luxuriously in new york knowing famous people
Eating in expensive restaurants calling long distance
Anytime I want
One evening and now I know
The ultimate luxury
Of your love
