Lifes Work

There isn’t a stage or lens to capture such entertainment as this. Touching corners never seen viewing traces unnoticed as the tour van passed on. Umbrella up rain and snow, sun in the most peculiar spaces on the soft beach sand. You, gazing at the spectacle as if it made you, browning that white bread façade so fine setting off the gold chain just right, “charmer” you think, “stud” doubt it, “frightened” oh yes baby hit that one right on the old purple head. Just a lonesome soul chaser, empty innards fiending for a bite, a social conquest of sorts or sports, who knows maybe fulfillment has existed once but long forgotten since empty visions have now become delicacy of choice, a pon shop porn hore all cozy when home alone while the discotec honey is out raising brows and licks stick. Lonesome in a waist land where some try and find the right connection.

With backs turned, the brothers five face the end The stark white of the wall ahead Shame is found resting on their shoulders In the backs of their heads Contrary to the wall their faces hide the passing of time They controle the thoughts and expression Always in control, they are So perfect, exactly what they want to be

Timber lime on starlit rouge Swath be thine tiery gaze Upon the crimson braids And heaving bosom behind Morning fog. Fog of pipe and heart, minds Speak, three in one of sight Unfettered by trues or light For silence concealed prosperous Feelings and insecure of voice. As westerly rays consume Mornings due, the conches Awoke brimming in aspiration And open weakness, nudity of soul The judgment passed in tender Telling, eye’s of heart and mind Consoled pasts tribulations Concluding fears grip and passions Cloud.

some thing they say are not to be done and others claim necessity presides over all else yet under the studio lights the outside world retires fading from present reality into the horrific nightmare of the outside

There are many types of emotions All have there own cycle It seems that in most cycles Have their purpose. The down Time for rest and reflection, the up and mid stages Is for action, action and life Motion which creates moments worth remembering and sometimes forgetting. In the down time there are moments of panic, moments that cause one to consider not moving, not doing anything. Just sitting, questioning wondering why you just sit without any ambition to move.