Monday, August 23, 2010

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Some pics taken today while working. You can see the work we were doing, cutting fire wood for someone. Easy money. I could do that 5 days a week and think about the exercise I would get too!
The bird is a finch, i was about 30 ft a way, i need a better zoom. The flower I believe is a geranium.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Slacker!

yes, I have been slacking on my photoblog (Phlog!!! LOL) http://www.blipfoto.com/PheenyxFyre. I have not posted a new photo since the 12th of this month.... need to keep that camera with me more. Inspiration finds me at the most odd times and places...
Go check it out sometime.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Help

Help

Help is nearer than you may think
It is only
A tear
A cry
An out stretched hand
A whisper away.

Always by your side
The willing and able will be
As a weary whisper
Waits on an ear.©

Endless River

My memory is a river, it is always moving; it is fluid and never runs dry and has no end. Along this river, there are lakes and ponds, some the size of the Great lakes, some a mere toe dipping pond. These lakes have names, names of people, family members, places or something as abstract as a time.

Random Thought 3

People are much like smoke in the air; they are fluid and constantly changing and can not be defined as a specific shape and some of these fluid, floating, indefinables are our friends.

A Secret

Secrets of a Flower

I know the secrets of a flower,
Given in love
From one lover to another.

The fragrant sweet scent
Of the flower I give to you
Reminds me
Of the euphoric scent of you
Held close to me.

As I touch the delicate soft petals
I can only think of
The gentle silken touch
Of your skin to mine.

Its frail fragile presence
Your most tender
Feelings and emotions
So easily broken

Its moist soft inner petals
Opening in bloom
The sensual image
You opening to me
A beautiful place
I often yearn to be

Its very existence
Needs to be nurtured and
Cared for
As our love would die
Without equal care and attention

This flower soon will die
Never to be forgotten
And as I give
Another botanical image of you
Again refreshed
Is our love.

I too should want for a flower
To hold you near to me
When I can not.

For you. You know who you are.

You know who you are. I bet you were wondering if this one was going to come out. Well here it is. I know you have read it before, but it still means the same to me.
I still crave.

Crave

I have cravings that need to be fed
These cravings are my needs
My desires
There can be no substitute
For what I crave

I crave your touch
Your embrace
Your love
I need what I crave

I crave your strength
Your devotion
Your love
I need to satisfy these cravings

I crave your desire
Your pleasure
Your endless love
There is nothing as satisfying as what I crave

I crave the good
The bad
Your tears of love and joy
I want it all

I crave you
And only you.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Shadows Do Not Lie

I see in the shadows
What I could look like
What I would look like
Afterall, shadows do not lie.

I see in the shadows
A better man
One of Dignity
One of Respect
An honest man
Afterall, shadows do not lie.

I see in the shadows
A man who is loved
A man who has friends
A man who I want to know.

I see in the shadows
The man i want to be
The man I try to be
Afterall, shadows do not lie.

I see the shadow who follows me everywhere
Mimicry or mockery?
I see the shadow trying to be me
But always not quite making it
I want to be my shadow
Afterall, shadows do not lie.

I see in my shadow
A man I always wanted to be
I see in my shadow
A man who has always been there
Who is the man
Who is just the shadow of a man?

Come be the light
The light that makes shadow and man
One.
Shadows do not lie.

With Me

Come sit with me
Come Love with me
Come live with me

Come drink with me
Come drink in our Love with me
Come drink in life with me

Come play with me
Come share with me
Come be with me

Come walk with me
Come laugh with me
Come talk with me
Come last eternity with me

Come with me.

6/1 (Falling)

Falling harder
Little piece by little piece
Day by day
As we stay
The world slips by
Washed and clean
Old stains washed away
The rain falling
Cleaning out the old
Bringing life to t he new.