Posts Tagged: poetry

the wine of fools and thugs

charmless goat, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. Laughter has no charm, unfettered once from love but runs like wild satyrs prancing… tis but the wine of fools and thugs

the wine of fools and thugs

charmless goat, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. Laughter has no charm, unfettered once from love but runs like wild satyrs prancing… tis but the wine of fools and thugs

these and other things

hands behind eyes, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. the streaming years that all rushed by the missed hellos the sad goodbyes the uncomfortable truths the unfortunate lies the way I was treated what I did to get by

these and other things

hands behind eyes, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. the streaming years that all rushed by the missed hellos the sad goodbyes the uncomfortable truths the unfortunate lies the way I was treated what I did to get by

street corner requiem in black and white

street corner requiem in black and white, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. City streets and concrete buildings cathedrals of achievement, built to honor men and all the worshippers eventually gather but its a street corner requiem in black

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street corner requiem in black and white

street corner requiem in black and white, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. City streets and concrete buildings cathedrals of achievement, built to honor men and all the worshippers eventually gather but its a street corner requiem in black

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love at a distance

love at a distance, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. “Nobody loves you anymore” – communist torture How do you survive when love’s at a distance no longer burns like a fire in your eyes you wander like a

love at a distance

love at a distance, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. “Nobody loves you anymore” – communist torture How do you survive when love’s at a distance no longer burns like a fire in your eyes you wander like a

love rose

love rose, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. love rose one sunday morning and carried my sins far away between the sun scorched earth and heaven’s brightest glories love rose one sunday morning and carried my soul with its

love rose

love rose, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. love rose one sunday morning and carried my sins far away between the sun scorched earth and heaven’s brightest glories love rose one sunday morning and carried my soul with its

girl in dream

girl in dream, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. my life is like a dream and my waking moments are like wandering stars and who can capture them? I live in the ever approaching distance between the seconds I

girl in dream

girl in dream, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. my life is like a dream and my waking moments are like wandering stars and who can capture them? I live in the ever approaching distance between the seconds I

a place inside

hat at rest, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. there’s a place… nearby where hats can rest and people… just stay alive its far off the northside near like east from west south, two steps, and never any peace

a place inside

hat at rest, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. there’s a place… nearby where hats can rest and people… just stay alive its far off the northside near like east from west south, two steps, and never any peace

I’ve got reach

reach, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I’ve got reach can touch the sky can walk with sneaker strings on razor wires can fly never seen a single thing cept city streets money towers an rich man’s highrise some

I’ve got reach

reach, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I’ve got reach can touch the sky can walk with sneaker strings on razor wires can fly never seen a single thing cept city streets money towers an rich man’s highrise some

not a prison

not a prison, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. if it’s not a prison: why the wires that are barbed on naked rooftops cowered over humble dwellings bars before the windows souls of men and women locked inside why

not a prison

not a prison, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. if it’s not a prison: why the wires that are barbed on naked rooftops cowered over humble dwellings bars before the windows souls of men and women locked inside why

Your life in bags at Christmas time

days of christmas, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. Some say it lost its meaning is too commercial not why – he died Would it matter to you would it change your mind if all you had, you carried

Your life in bags at Christmas time

days of christmas, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. Some say it lost its meaning is too commercial not why – he died Would it matter to you would it change your mind if all you had, you carried

sitting on a curb, winter, in the morning

untitled, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. Sitting on a curb winter in the morning and the future looks like every day of my past and fortune for me is like a revolving door it keeps returning me to

sitting on a curb, winter, in the morning

untitled, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. Sitting on a curb winter in the morning and the future looks like every day of my past and fortune for me is like a revolving door it keeps returning me to

all we ever really had

all we ever really had, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. All we ever really had were moments in time an army of seconds forgotten minutes hours that passed in days like sighs life flows in drops of blood

all we ever really had

all we ever really had, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. All we ever really had were moments in time an army of seconds forgotten minutes hours that passed in days like sighs life flows in drops of blood

monochrome culture

monochrome culture, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I live in a monochrome culture sees the world in shades of gray thinks the truth is relative that light’s a hireling darkness, but a shadow in the brightest shining day

monochrome culture

monochrome culture, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I live in a monochrome culture sees the world in shades of gray thinks the truth is relative that light’s a hireling darkness, but a shadow in the brightest shining day

daydream – when we can touch the sky

daydream – when we can touch the sky, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I’m sorry that we never knew each other like we should. If it must be asked – why let it be enough to say we

daydream – when we can touch the sky

daydream – when we can touch the sky, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I’m sorry that we never knew each other like we should. If it must be asked – why let it be enough to say we

in the light of commerce

man looking in window, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. In the light of commerce we see ourselves in the form of what we want to be and the image that we see – black against the backdrop of

in the light of commerce

man looking in window, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. In the light of commerce we see ourselves in the form of what we want to be and the image that we see – black against the backdrop of

Urban Obstacle

Urban Obstacle, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I’m an urban obstacle in paths of least resistance and were it not for inconvenience I’d be on no one’s mind. I’m the uncomfortable truth that “winners” go on living in

Urban Obstacle

Urban Obstacle, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I’m an urban obstacle in paths of least resistance and were it not for inconvenience I’d be on no one’s mind. I’m the uncomfortable truth that “winners” go on living in

if I had a family

if I had a family, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. If I had a family i’d have a home or maybe I had one and they rejected me. or I abandoned them. or they gave up on me

if I had a family

if I had a family, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. If I had a family i’d have a home or maybe I had one and they rejected me. or I abandoned them. or they gave up on me

soft glow in a digital light

soft glow in a digital light, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. Everyone’s got a voice in a digital world but it’s a soft glow in a digital light and the glare from a thousand tiny flickers burn until

soft glow in a digital light

soft glow in a digital light, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. Everyone’s got a voice in a digital world but it’s a soft glow in a digital light and the glare from a thousand tiny flickers burn until