mirabilia

light journey through time. expansive infinite constant.
idiosyncratic searching soul discarding obsolete paradigms.
psychological liquidation of illusory apotheosis.
purge the cliched ire of conflicted intellectualized experience.
deconstructed paragons descend into the abyss
foray into realm of shadows brings forth illuminated abstraction.
bouyant perspective in loom emerges a gorgeous mystery
of sacred heart beating in lyrical consonance
expressionistic reverance of sensories. marvel in it's splendor.

- e

Electric currents crumble figured shell
Falling, crashing, breaking, cutting - release.
The internal yearning to attain.
Too precious and sacred,
Nothing is spared to sacrifice.
To maintain honor and respect.
Clashing with desire and aching heart.
The form, the face, the flesh - absent.
The voice so easy to speak at a distance.
The conversation and exchange
The crackling of words.
Released from the mouth.
Echoing into the night
Echo into the city street.
Forever floating through the humid summer air
Tomorrow, mourning will become a type of rebirth
With the immediate change of two.

tears draining down the lines and crevices of face.
heart on fire beating slowly, then fast and then slow.
repetitive, anguished, invisible cries
thump thump thump
feeling the loss, searching for the gain.
wanting to know - please speak, oh, so clearly
once more, once more, once more...

until the words are imprinted into my mind
until the darkness is shadowed onto my soul.
this is not easy you and i
friendship entangled in emotion
ended in the try
released to go out
on it's own, it's own, it's own...

abrupt. impossibility. separation.
feelings are nothing.
purpose is everything.
the journey is alone.
this moment does not allow weakness
armoured in resolve
be strong, be strong, be strong...

cannot look back
shaking. silent. resistance.
i'll never agree this had to be.
i don't want to see you as a face in the crowd
amongst all those that are missed and you love
but, yet you chose
to let go, let go, let go...

Billboards...

The one thing I've noticed since I've moved are the billboard's...A cluster of them that stretch from West Hollywood, Melrose andJust slightly out past Franklin and Highland... Ryan Gosling's face is almost at a stand off with Anthony Hopkins, promotingFracture... Hmmm, wonder what will replace that one... As I drivearound the city... I contemplate... Do I love the tall, lanky palmtrees against the backdrop of buildings that meet skyline... or theBillboards... more?Something beautiful about them all juxtaposed against the lowering Sunset as the City switch turns on the Night Lights across the Boulevard...

- E-

"...I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree
And, if, and when, the billboard falls
I'll never see a tree at all..."- Ogden Nash