Photo Gallery — The Flightless Spirit

Poetry

Tires turn over on the road
A road to nowhere
Leaving traces no one sees
The pieces gone

Gone are the remnants
Of a life gone past
Stories no one will read
Trails never followed

Follow the dream
That sours as it ends
Wake to a new path
Down a different road

A road not travelled
But warn with use
A place it goes
Does not exist

Exist in the now
Forgotten in a day
None can remember
Why we left at all
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The pencil point is dull
Worn from years of sketches
Faded to grayscale
Black and white memories

Views of obscure shading
Achromatic twisted figures
No color or movement
Graphite on bristol

Deep in the fibers of pulp
Layers of a point
Once was sharp and fine
Detailing life gone by

Depth and contrast
Meaning and interpretation
An artist’s view
Tainted by critics

Peer further into the outline
Delineate the truth
How beautifully macabre
The depictions turn real

Shadow and dark entwine
Filtered light illuminates
The figures dance
And the page is turned
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I drive my armored vessel
As a tank across the sands
I proudly bear the cloth
That was made by unknown hands

As feasts are brought before me
I’ve no thought of the starved
For out of sacred forests
My fortress must be carved

My world is seen as landscapes grand
In symphonies of sound
I barely see the ones below
Whose wealth has not been found

I chip away at faded brick
The mortar weak from age
Many who see beauty there
Of which I cannot gauge

Kings and Queens bow before
New leaders they have crowned
Minds and souls bought and sold
To this they are now bound

The common horde must hear my stance
For I control the script
Plays performed as real as life
My favor will be tipped

I’ll pass on to eternity
I have secured my fate
For my beliefs are iron-clad
It matters not my hate
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Upon the sands I lay on back
The waves as metronome
Contemplating songs from wire
Or leave well enough alone

I drink the sun through every pore
As well I drink my ale
Clouds sweep by and star peeks through
As nature does unveil

Words fade in as groups go by
Not enough to hear
The gist of talk to which they mean
Will just remain unclear

A picnic lunch would be just fine
A spread upon a spread
Things are here to fill my soul
My appetite and head

As sunlight drowns horizon far
The landscape fades to fire
The colors wrapped around my dreams
Within my own desire

Although its time to head for home
I could not ever tell
I’d rather wed the lake herself
And sleep with broken shells
Whether or not it will cooperate
The weather, it’s tethered
To my mind, there I find
It's all changed, rearranged
Back and forth from the extreme
To the mild, my mood
Seems to follow, like a feather
In the gust, yet I lust
For a peek behind the clouds
The illumination hides
Like a tacit secret, it must
Be revealed to my insight
Nowhere in sight, but I fight
To crack the code, but whether
It is possible, I'm buried
In the nether, deep under earth
What it's worth, no one knows
And so it goes, like the weather
I'm just tethered
If the tears would end
I could handle the pain
They drown any hope
Of living again

They sore my eyes
And drench my skin
Like cold aching rain
On rusting tin

If the tears would end
I could form a word
Just a sound
I need to be heard

My vision is blurred
Life is delusive
Dark hides the truth
As I stay reclusive

If the Tears would end
I could take a breath
If just to exhale
The feeling of death

My eyes will not see
The same as before
Each time life closes
A broken old door

If the tears would just end
My ribs make a circle
That surrounds by breath
The insufflation that seeps
In and out of my every thought

My sternum holds tight
The heart that beats
On a flesh covered drum
Despite shatters and breaks

My skull is a tomb
For a tormented mind
With twisted nerves of fear
And crushing thoughts

My legs and arms extend
My spine locks down tight
My neck and face surround the dark
Trapped within my cage of bones
While trying to fly, I learned how to see
All of the beauty hidden in me

While trying to fly, I learned how to hear
Voices not noticed, becoming so clear

While trying to fly, I learned how to crawl
Straining and struggling, feeling so small

While trying to fly, I learned how to walk
Jealously watching the circling hawk

While trying to fly, I learned how to run
Still so far from the afternoon sun

While trying to fly, I learned how to leap
Gems I was learning were all mine to keep

I learned many things,
and I knew it was near
Strength in me building,
I was losing my fear

I humbled below
The great open sky
And that was the moment
I learned how to fly
Fallen down from vast above
The skies have dropped their foe
As silent as a soaring dove
We sink beneath the snow

Flakes of shimmer in the night
And blinding light by day
Have halted all but winter’s blight
And covered up our way

Emerging out from solstice sloom
We’re greeted by a mound
Of icy cold and frigid gloom
That blankets every sound

Muster we throughout the days
Taking friend Jack’s bite
Mumbling gripes and voicing nays
All bear the weight of white
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Drive

Pointless

Privilege

The Lake

Whether

Él lloro

Cage of Bones

Learning to Fly

The Weight of White

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