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Flippant SundaysWind whistles by, singing dreams of wonder over the way. Sunlight staunch in it's pose for a grandeur moment. Clouds with cant be fucked attitudes traipsing along invisible lines.Flippant Sundays
Ants drill for survival, driving through toes; food for thought. Flies on fly-bys scanning with multiple eyes, fawning for dirty touch. Spiders hungry for new happenings within the bourgeois set.
Take in the show. Free thought perverted by a turning world. Held down with a 'look at me' pull. Breezy curl upon desired shapen lips. Feigning for harried overtures of the long melt and sho


ForeplayFragrant words rise from the pages with acts of courage and chivalry. Soft tales etched into eternity with ink as blood. Committed, loud. Dreams running riot as they push for realities. Acknowledgement in the midst of the chaos of focused attentions. Set free to be the mindset, the bold tattoo beating hard, the fixational truth.Foreplay
Endured by Time's lonely rampages, the vellum sweats. Waiting to be devoured by hungry, beautiful eyes. The crumpling sounds as soft hands awaken the whispers behind the words. Understanding just a desire of the spark


I'm somewhere in therePen, pencil, paper. Camera, photos, eye. Books, truth, untruth. Music, loud, neighbour's annoyed? Man, stretched, lithe. Light, low, too much? Smoke, wistful, blown. Art, composed, scrapped.I'm somewhere in there
Music, music, everywhere.


Flight or FightFaceless dark paid a certain heed on a night where no one can see. Frightened by what makes men scream a stout cudgel just a basic need. Time to follow the old tales lead or use an old blanket as a screen. Taking time to let courage feed and prepare for stories of heroic deeds. Form the basic thought of being free from all these old scares of me.Flight or Fight


Flippant SundaysWind whistles by, singing dreams of wonder over the way. Sunlight staunch in it's pose for a grandeur moment. Clouds with cant be fucked attitudes traipsing along invisible lines.Flippant Sundays
Ants drill for survival, driving through toes; food for thought. Flies on fly-bys scanning with multiple eyes, fawning for dirty touch. Spiders hungry for new happenings within the bourgeois set.
Take in the show. Free thought perverted by a turning world. Held down with a 'look at me' pull. Breezy curl upon desired shapen lips. Feigning for harried overtures of the long melt and sho


ForeplayFragrant words rise from the pages with acts of courage and chivalry. Soft tales etched into eternity with ink as blood. Committed, loud. Dreams running riot as they push for realities. Acknowledgement in the midst of the chaos of focused attentions. Set free to be the mindset, the bold tattoo beating hard, the fixational truth.Foreplay
Endured by Time's lonely rampages, the vellum sweats. Waiting to be devoured by hungry, beautiful eyes. The crumpling sounds as soft hands awaken the whispers behind the words. Understanding just a desire of the spark


I'm somewhere in therePen, pencil, paper. Camera, photos, eye. Books, truth, untruth. Music, loud, neighbour's annoyed? Man, stretched, lithe. Light, low, too much? Smoke, wistful, blown. Art, composed, scrapped.I'm somewhere in there
Music, music, everywhere.


Flight or FightFaceless dark paid a certain heed on a night where no one can see. Frightened by what makes men scream a stout cudgel just a basic need. Time to follow the old tales lead or use an old blanket as a screen. Taking time to let courage feed and prepare for stories of heroic deeds. Form the basic thought of being free from all these old scares of me.Flight or Fight


De-thronedShuffling about with monkish zeal Taking chances hiding in doorways Skinny jeans to complete the look Verve for the slacker trance with cap in handDe-throned
Pale earth shudders in light filled cracks Arse about devoid of dark places to hide Tight tees malign the corruption Dirty shoes the clowns crowning glory
Come visit a different time Earth and space taking left of stage Clothed man Undressing to naked demands


Romango to JulibananaFair fruit! Long, soft and yellow! Why now is the time we say hello? How is it that you come into sweet sight? On this hot midsummers night? For now I glimpse a chance to partake in summer graces with scented, passionate embraces!Romango to Julibanana
Let us frolic unskinned in condiment fields! And see what the fruit of our labours yield. Take your phalic symbol and enamour this poor fool and let me be to you a magnificent lovers tool. Then leave me shuddering in this golden skin! And let us do it again and again and again!
Our families may never agree on the desires and our needs. To lie deep in the tales
Park Point
i love you

Sticks, Stones, and Bones.Sticks, Stones and Bones.Sticks, Stones, and Bones.
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but philosophies will always gouge me, Tyrannical dreams of environmental seams will forever continue to poison me, Breaking clean of those who mean to always continue to control me, By streaking alone on mountains of bone will I finally redeem what's in me, And those who groan and moan on idle thrones will forever seek to answer me, But my mind in kind will shed the rinds to the pulpy meat within me, I'm shedding skin and listening in to those who seek to hear me, And just as toned and the boldest owned will forever want to
| Somewhere in the middle of everything. Maelstrom? Tornado? Nah more likely to be in the middle of a dream about a dream than anything else. My FB Page. |
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Precaution, The Butterfly King.
Your photography is absolutely awesome!
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All we are is dirt unless you read between the lines.
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You don't have to force your smiles for anyone It's okay to smile... for yourself.
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All we are is dirt unless you read between the lines.
Fantastic.
Primal and guttural.
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