Tks, hope Kevin stays around this time.

Where did he go? Quick trip to Walmart, pooches in tow?

No clue really, unless the image was still tied to my computer in some way. I recently reset its defaults settings, and I have been resetting my regular internet connections for the last several days.

Took those today on the way to and after arriving in Kuala Lumpur.

Baden, I remember some beautiful photos of Cambodia at the old place, were they yours?

No, I don't think so. I did go there but I wasn't overly enthused with my photos so I'm pretty sure I didn't post them.

Split and echo a sundered past
See and listen till the last

Brought to surface with a quake
Drown in a mirrored lake

Material fashioned with a voice
Asleep with a corpse to hoist

Chaos and order sing
Emptiness is all you fling

Caught in a well without sight
Waiting for a beam of light

Pace the earth on every path
From each one form a craft

From arms of chairs spit and laugh
Feel no spirit feel no gaffe

Senseless dead epiphany
Cannibalize a crystal sea.

This is you and this is me
And so it will remain for eternity.

Made this for my office wall at work... :)

Do Your Best

Fourteen ears and seven eyes
Bottle up the midnight skies

Dance amidst ice and fire
String thy soul like a lyre

Close two eyes and open four
Make the rabbit thy mentor

Move to the left, then the right
Climb to the highest height

Speak the cosmos into being
See all the chains as freeing

Sit still and wait no more
Be in awe of what thy bore

Sleep now for all to see
Take refuge in a dying tree

Die for eternal lore
Want for naught and ask no more.

8-)

I just joined and here are some of my PS images and sketches!

A shot I took when at the Dolomites, Italy. This was only when I just began about two years ago and experimented with filters, so now I am working towards more natural shots of nature and animals.

How Many Ways

I can love you in a car.
I can love you from afar.
I cannot love you less than that.
I love you like I love my cat.

I can love you in a house.
Like cheese is loved by a fat old mouse.
I can love you on a shelf.
I love you more than life itself.

I can love you on a bed.
I can love you in your head.
Don't tell me I can't love you now.
Tis the only way that I know how.

I can love you right up close.
Cuz you're the one I love the most.
Right up there with my mom and daughter.
Just like Sponge Bob loves his water.

I cannot love you with a hat,
I cannot feel you wearing that.
I cannot love you with a glove,
I just can't bear conditional love.

I can love you here and now.
Hear my heart go Boom Boom Pow!

Wallace Stevens Six Significant Landscapes

Six Significant Landscapes
I
An old man sits
In the shadow of a pine tree
In China.
He sees larkspur,
Blue and white,
At the edge of the shadow,
Move in the wind.
His beard moves in the wind.
The pine tree moves in the wind.
Thus water flows
Over weeds.

II
The night is of the colour
Of a woman's arm:
Night, the female,
Obscure,
Fragrant and supple,
Conceals herself.
A pool shines,
Like a bracelet
Shaken in a dance.

III
I measure myself
Against a tall tree.
I find that I am much taller,
For I reach right up to the sun,
With my eye;
And I reach to the shore of the sea
With my ear.
Nevertheless, I dislike
The way ants crawl
In and out of my shadow.

IV
When my dream was near the moon,
The white folds of its gown
Filled with yellow light.
The soles of its feet
Grew red.
Its hair filled
With certain blue crystallizations
From stars,
Not far off.

V
Not all the knives of the lamp-posts,
Nor the chisels of the long streets,
Nor the mallets of the domes
And high towers,
Can carve
What one star can carve,
Shining through the grape-leaves.

VI
Rationalists, wearing square hats,
Think, in square rooms,
Looking at the floor,
Looking at the ceiling.
They confine themselves
To right-angled triangles.
If they tried rhomboids,
Cones, waving lines, ellipses --
As, for example, the ellipse of the half-moon --
Rationalists would wear sombreros.

I loves everyone's art. Some super talented peeps.

In you…rapt
Far shiver I
And at the
Ferns
The arms…
Mountains, myriad of
touches of my
desire …of
Your dreams
I Am;
Your much burned
Love…fingered
Entirely…resides
World away

Beside my I
The heart shiver
is great as…
Cliffs leaping
And the land
Needle echoing excitement…
Dark canyons, rushes,
Tendrils
Of I through
Mystery
will have my
Shared flesh…
Passion
And your breath
Enter blood

I by now
Am thee
My dim possessed
Thoughts
Roar by…are
Of growing
Blown
By memory,
Leaping water,
Four winds

I…and your
Stillness
Have I imagined
Have felt
Your love…
And Death grows
With me

I Am Not Myself
(by Kevin Kroft?)

I am not my house.
It is just a place that keeps my body warm and dry.
I am not my car.
It is just a way to get me from point A to B.

I am not my body.
It is just a house for my spirit.
I am not my words.
They are just a vehicle for my thoughts.

I am not Kevin Kroft.
That is just a name some people use to get my attention.
Others use ‘Hey man’ and ‘Sir’
Which are equally accurate.

I am not my thoughts.
I am the awareness of thought.

I did not write this,
But my essence runs through it.

I am compassion, appreciation, and art.
I am love, friendship, and a sense of family.
I am you, and you are me,
And we are as different as we are the same.

Can’t you see the truth?
Seeing is believing,
But to see,
You have to look.

Love is All Around You

Path to Peace

Open Up

Hi. Want to share this video. It's an intro opening cutscene for a game I'm making.

Seeking joy
Nature's lonely toy
Avoiding pain
Run from the rain
In this great game
Like a moth to a flame
So, have at least one goal
Play your pointless role
The clash of things
In it, truth rings

What made you construct that poem like that?

Maybe
The silence
Of no applause
For the subway singer
Speaks louder than feigned
Appreciation, than fetishized fawning:
The standing ovation of the deaf sheep herd.
Maybe true feeling is only met with silence, the silence
Of no return to the question of why the silence brings a silent feeling.
Like when the inner flame of thought is quelled by the outer frame of discursive
judgment; the embarrassing lisp of the inner infinite first feeling; the apologetic laugh,
crafted to avert the penetration of an eye; coital fumbling blocked by the self-preservation of an unknown inner kingdom. There’s room here, too, for more obfuscation, for the cover-up white lie of the finally finding feeling that shades itself from summer heat, from the summer salvage of the sickening orange-like glow – no, bell pepper yellow, and succulent sweet too, like it’s turgid crunch – the crunch of newfound yellow-tinged snow beneath the size 5 boots that blast through the unknown, through the sickly, no…the orange…the haze-yellow after-sex glow…

Something about the engendered ambiguity? What makes anyone construct any poem the way they do? It's not always possible to articulate without losing something, like explaining a joke, I suppose. Do you have a reason for the way your poem above is constructed?

Ha! Exactly. Your answer is excellent. But, with two words, you said all you need to say: "engendered ambiguity". I sensed something sensual in your poem, and your further description not only confirms, but further enlightens my initial feeling with regards to it. Well done.

As to mine, I just wrote that today, so the feeling is very fresh. The weird structure was not initial; that came later. The feeling of talking about "silence" led to the irony of a poem about "silence" getting larger and larger; so I allowed myself to become more and more verbose.

The feeling of talking about "silence" led to the irony of a poem about "silence" getting larger and larger; so I allowed myself to become more and more verbose. — Noble Dust

Ah, a silence that grows with verbosity; I like it! 8-)