05 Friday Jan 2018
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humanity, life, love, Love Between Men, love for all, observations, poetry, truth
Recognizing Kinsman
I looked at his half smile. Fake to me. His eyes had a watery unfocused look. His words an unmistakeable lisp.
My kinsman.
He looked out. A transformed face. Our story. The pain.
Looking up at the sky, I was staring at him. Quietly staring at him.
I held his gaze.
So beautiful.
Holding hands.
It was then I realized the time of the stars.
06 Wednesday Nov 2013
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Believing, Conscious Living, courage, Courageous Vulnerability, Dream, Love Between Men, Mindful Action, poetry, Soul to Soul, thoughts, universal heart, well being, Wonder
Just what was in front of me
an open door
doors of all the rooms I ever lived in
I didn’t move
waiting
this is where I lay
wrapped in love
voices coming from an ancient language
I close my eyes
remembering
he was every boy I had ever fallen for
I sat down and let it come
I wiped my eyes
I know I love him
16 Monday Sep 2013
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Ballet, Believing, Conscious Living, contemporary dance, Creative Flow, Creativity, Dance, darkness, journey, light, Magic, Modern, moon, moon beam, Movement, poetry, radiance, space, speed, spirituality, twilight, universal consciousness, view, well being
moon beams from an eastern twilight sky
glowing magically with a radiance untouchable
floating above a cavern so vast lies an eternity of space
a silence so thick and dense there is to be no movement
and still, time passes through like a speeding train
racing towards no end
breaking all barriers to exist
24 Monday Jun 2013
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Before once upon a time
Before it began
Before the start of everything
Antinomies of time and space
Beyond the edges of the universe
The potential world is meaningful
The universe expanding its immortatlity
All this in the beginning by simply defining singularity
So it is that this is the point
12 Wednesday Jun 2013
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artful body, beauty of the body, caravaggio, gesture, Imagery, inspiration, Male, male love, matter, poetry, pose, recycled poetry, sexual, subject
By the gesture
Slim and swarthy
He open
Unequivocally sexual and laid bare
Gentleness and lust
The captive
Beautifully erotic
His beautiful naked body
In the pose
Naked and Felt
He, his own devil
A nod and a wink of earthly love
10 Monday Jun 2013
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art, italian painters, master, masterful, painters, painting, poem, poetry, progress, recycled poetry, Technique
Caravaggio
Caravaggio
Caravaggio
Ugly words he used to speak
A brilliant resolution ignored, defiled
Figure by figure
Paint to canvas
Larger inside a compositional frame
Ingenious
Wittily and beautiful
Controlling his own exuberance
Strengthening his technique
The greatest painter of his time
29 Wednesday May 2013
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art, completion, continuing, courage, Dance, faith, goals met, inspired, life, moving forward, moving on, poetry, practice, project, project completion, recycled poetry, Soul to Soul
And so, it is, just like you said it would be….
And here I am on this last day of a self-imposed process of practice. What a lovely thirty days it has been. For those of you who have been traveling with me, thank you for your energy and support. Thank you for spending moments of your time to sip into my mind and my heart. I thank you for being with me and, in many ways, holding my hand helping me along the way.
It has been just a joy to steal time to write. It has been a pleasure letting thoughts drip to the page as I, word by word, grew in the practice of writing. There has been a shift in my faith as well as my courage, which now feels incredibly freeing and inspiring. Where I used to be afraid to share my thoughts and my words, I now am excited and proud at the developing process and skill. It is true, like all things, life and art is a practice.
So what now? Undoubtedly, there will be more practice. I have decided to spend some time on a project I am calling recycled poetry. I will spend some time diving into books and picking out words from the pages to collage together new thoughts and ideas through a more poetic form. I am feeling I need to spend a little time exploring new colorful language and creating a more expansive palette of imagery to better express my thoughts.
It is my hope that my vocabulary and word play will expand my abilities with the words as well as see how they affect the way in which I play with kinetic images in the new dances I am making throughout the year. I am on an expedition to uncover a new language landscape for myself and hope that you will share in this journey with me as well.
Looking forward to walking hand and hand again!
Architecture of the Heart 