Ray-Beam

I think of you often....as the night twists into a diurnal course, sunlight breaching the aftermath of the nights reign in my cognizance... so full of hope and awareness.....Tilt slant the avalanche of amere-ance....title shades and colors gone astray, in this moment my mind lingers on what we had...what we need... and what we obtain, holding tight to the chest cavity memories seep deep into the soft marrow...Bonding forever still to our heart...

Light scape the decay to bring anew an astral plane of thoughts alive and into the present ...a nautical day side sweeps along its way singing wind song aloud timeless and ageless ...an omniscient resonance we sing...

Voices collide with the music of the everlasting sun ray of mornings light smeared across the horizon... a golden glaze of beauty in the spatial field of radio sky..another time in motion has passed and I stand still within movement all about me...space and dimension passing over my skin like a warm waterfall - low pressure, supple and soft... an elastic expanse set before me, colored maroon a hazy mix of amethyst heliotrope....Awe and reverence become me... Prepositional predetermination is my place within the understanding that there is no reason or rhyme under the weight of these deep seeded thoughts.....

Hills with Capital letters....

Under the open source dysfunction of many we set on fire the circumstances that set us on this path we tread...moon lit skyline in the east ablaze with the cities of man....i notice more and more two sides separated by the ideals of the future...both flinging mud....back and forth...back and forth ....glass castles in the sky stained with sweat and blood....people of peace and harmony burning at the stake anyone not like them... people of power and freedom....drown the less fortunate in oceans of poverty...both sides of the same coin...

Malignity in motion force close the situation... a locality of longing, this mist driven social hate machine set against the commonwealth...we undo ourselves in times of high entropy if we are not assiduous, keeping our feet in line ...soft to the touch..one after the other....treading on glass roads brittle to the brink of shattering.....Hope is the treads holding the flags we bear high in our minds eyes...place it wisely....

  

Nights Days and the In between...

Timber Tumble the merriment MONSTER....and mingle mash the world over and over....Shattered star from afar bent twist The distance from me to you....it flew into my mind....Again and Again the Doom shift sideways days of yesterday year float on and on into the incandescent void place of memories new and fresh...formed a few days ago.....


Our fingers mashed together like two different colored play-doe blobs...  red and yellow......make orange hued bonds between people and motives....build a dream for $3.75....stupid inflation....used to be free....Here we go again ...DOWN the slide....DOWN  the slide....DOWN the slide.... later on.... 

Diaphanous brain pattern from my mental conjuring on cotton sheets Stretched out and Cut apart to make a shirt that says what Im thinking.... labels arnt we all.... today....

flush and brush.....

FLIP RIP THE TIDES OF THE FALL...LEAVES GOLDEN FLORID EMBER BURNT AND OLD....
Another day another dollar piled high on my brain sinking deep into the nodes of wet sticky thought....year one complete.....brushing teeth in the morning i know your name in my dreams...yet as the sun sashays into the northern sky it fades like powdered sugar blown into the atmosphere off a cookie a child has forsaken....

I think today will be a night after awhile.... patience..in dimensions be wide and angular inside this vessel of thought.....yay!.....

Alpha Omega

I like this one so much it hangs in my hallway currently....its pretty big and hard to move too...so...anyways....this one is about life and death ......the beginning and the end...night and day....balance.....it also has keys in it....the keys of life and death is where i was going i guess...good stuff....

Pink Tree

This one i did thinking about the color pink...and plants......then i threw in some crosses for spirituality...i guess my thought were that organic nature is tied to the spirit...and pink is just a cool color to present this thought processes with..... 

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Visual journal images...

Faces and pumpkins and such..

These are a few more of my painting that i have done over the years....the top one was done in my kitchen late one night...and i was thinking about youth and how younger people see the world as a place of wondrous amusement...the middle one was done as a gift..the person it was for digs Halloween....and the last one was my brain put on canvas...so to speak...very stream of consciousnesses....good times....

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