There was an error in this gadget

10/11/2011

essay: #114: A Life Less Ordinary

Dear Future,
And Brave New World.
It's time to spread your wings....

Tomorrow's Orphans....

Pictures speak a thousand words.
Eco Orphans of Tomorrow.
And sand surfers of today.
Sweet Ipod Angels.

Stockton dunes



Drink in the beauty.
Of now.
The moment.
So much colour in our world.
Don't spill a drop.

The Future Is.....

A Life Less Ordinary.
Never....

4/28/2010

essay:#113: Losing myself...

In the sweet poetry of Banksy....

Banksy

Anonymous man, travels the world.
Leaving his signature, all round.
My sweet avatar.
And little girl, lost.

Shadows


A year passes, since she left.
Where d'you go, momma?
All out in the cold.
How I miss your smile.
Your warmth.
Your love....

# transmission ends #

2/24/2010

essay: #112: In Utero

Great Wave off Kanagawa

Awake at 6am.
Dawn light, blue haze.
Think I hear her footsteps.
Softly, down the hall.
Momma, where are you now?

Deep within, a child stirs.
In utero, again.
Belly curves.
Into his embrace.
Warm, like honey.
Hot, like fire.
Birds in bloom.
Flowers sing.
Heaven.
Bliss...

# transmission ends #

11/17/2009

essay: #111: Cloud Nine

Dee

Floating on Cloud Nine.
With love and endless possibilities.
Loving and being loved.
From near and far.
Fade into you.
Yes.
A billion times.
No longer in utero.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathing.
Again.
With someone beautiful by my side.

# transmission ends #

9/21/2009

essay: #110: How The Light Gets In

Dust.Storm.Shaun.Davies

Sydney 2009...
The dust storm rolls into town.
And nature reclaims its own, once again.
Eerie but beautiful.
A shroud turns day to night.

And I wander through its unfamiliar streets.
Seeking the recognisable, something.
Anything.
Past.
Present.
Future.

Again, the accidental tourist.
Wrapped in a fog of uncertainty.
But now with someone beautiful.
By my side...


# transmission ends #

6/03/2009

essay: #108: 21 grams

21 grams
c.deelee55

They say the soul weighs 21 grams.
But what,a lifetime of love?
This cartography of the human heart.
For those.
Lost, and found.

So fragile at first.
These steps into the unknown.
"OPEN YOUR EYES," I whisper.

But I can't.

#