Amazing how a picture could astonish you by its beauty, no matter how simple it is. The little girl with an injured thumb eating ice cream, too shy to look at the camera. The little boy looking curiously, at the busker playing his instruments. Abyssal thoughts, stared out to space.

Photography, I'm in love again.


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Crimson Roses

In the pit of wisdom's cove,
Marking beast on tethered soul.
Lies encircle… peace evades,
Seeking glory… endless rage.

Happened to me…
Suffered alone…
Opened to see…
Crowded throne…

Carnal wages left unpaid,
Laws enforced… Be Afraid.
Crimson roses, unveiled too soon,
Rise to greet the next full moon.

Power seeks to empty strength,
Forever bound, for timeless length.
To drain the life from history,
Dredge onward… embrace the mystery.

Seek ye faith, never waiver…
Stones thrown in haste mortally wound.
For every breath we draw and saver,
A dying rose is left unbloomed.

Journey long… intense… can't breathe,
Sharpened tongue, banished sheathe.
Fallen whispers, visions distorted,
Prey not, thy wisdom go… unreported.  ¶ 3:48 PM