Divided by

Looking up from a sandy beach.

Stubble & flow

Soon to be gone - the best one ever in Toronto. Summer, please don't go.

Chatty laughter

the madness
gives an ear to
unreal conversation
they think me mad
but I laugh with you
all the way up from a giggle
oh, the good times in my head
turn away if I disturb you
giveaway in a telling look
why not look at him?
he's in his own mini world
yet he's alright
to me the trip seems to be
never ending
but you, you've grown tired
at this time
no need to hear me laugh
reflection is better suited
lead me, leave me in the doorway
away from the humming man
my chatty laughter turned upside down
into projected unexpected
humming, self absorbed
maybe from the mini world
staring him straight
in the face

On my back

Death & life

Pose

Some of us are built to last, others are not. Others still, are just for show.

Salt on pepper

It's getting later all the time.

Dropping daisies

Ignored due to way too much attention.

Doggie daze

One does not need to return to the past to realize that the present leads to the future.

Comp-art-mental

I have had a lot of ideas running through my brain of late. I am now an official resident of Toronto again. I have slowly regained my peace which was challenged by one company. In the near future I will be revealing the name of this company which is "the worst company in the world". This company has cost me much time and money and will be dealt with by a force much greater than myself.

Of pigs & rainbows

Gazing skyward, I saw what I had to see.

A little green

Once the focus is on the bigger picture (not shown here), the quest for a little green is shown to be nothing more than a fleeting moment where the irrelevant seems relevant.

Holding up

The propping up of a shell can sometimes give the appearance of true existence.

Locked flag

That's close enough.

Not now

The wait continues for this flower.

Limbo

I will be leaving limbo soon. It's not the most inviting place.

Going down

Our day is always here in the now. The words "we will rise again" need not be spoken. Peaks leave the valleys behind and vice versa. This is life.

Your lips!

I see some things that others don't see
I see the souls
they can't hide from me
I see the beings for all that they be
I see the trees for the words
whispered to me
I see your joy
all covered with glee
I see your lips
as nothing I have seen
I see the butterflies
for how they choose to be
I see the spirit
that rises from the sea
I see the goodness
brought forth by thee
I feel the questions
you ask of me
I see the eye
one matches me

Jahjah!

We are all in the dark to some extent. To see or not to see, it's our choice.

Prickly curves

If the curves don't get you, something else surely will.

No entry a head

We must overcome the obstacles laid before us by "God's children".
One must at least ask – Why no entry?