more than this

©CNirvana- stamford, ct

"I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning"

when life starts draggin ya down and the bubbles start clogging the windpipe

sip the champagne a little longer and the tingling sets in. 

lots of good news today. 

lots of pretty pictures to keep me up all night.  

lots of good people in my life that distract me

from those that aren't.  and some of those that helped to create my negativity may have gone away never to return again. with a tendency to to multitask and overwhelm myself skipping what really needs to be done, tonight i focus on what makes me happy.  

"It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like dream in the night
Who can say where we're going
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning"

 

-More Than This- Roxy Music

with the ghosts locked safely in the closet, the munchkins come out to play and play as they do the evening progresses into the next where the sun will rise again.  

black friday

© Phil Chaplin- Dunk Island, QLD

frivolously frolicking, dropping daisies in the litter box

wasteful wanting, never satisfied

perfect slipped away again and the remainder remains the same

someone out there holds the key to the magic mystery

with empty shopping bags

searching for the perfect christmas present

its got your name on it

its what you really want

its the only thing left

thanksgiving

©Cameron Attree- mission beach

my friend~stephanie anne

today we give thanks for the 19 lb stuffed turkey covered in thick gravy, cranberry sauce and corn bread in gluttonous proportions, celebrating america's victory and carnage over those who came before us

today we give thanks for the drunken moments we spend with forgotten family members who were left behind on purpose

today we give thanks for the tryptophan and extra whip creamed coma that makes the kiddies disappear

...and the cynic subsides

and we give thanks for those that really love us, can say so and actually mean it

thanks for the plentitude of food that satisfies our hungry with leftovers to keep us happy, healthy and fed for days

thanks for the quiet drive home. silence is often truly golden

thanks for family and friend~like family, the ones i see and especially those i can only feel. you're not forgotten.. i saved some pumpkin pie for you

thanks for tomorrow. when life goes back to normal with the belly still full and the warm glow still where it should be

today i am thankful

clearer still

©Chris Meredith- sydney

there's this thing that happens when you close your eyes and can't see

sometimes the actuality becomes clearer

no longer blinded by the daily distractions

no longer frustrated by the reality of you.

just you and the darkness and the insides of your eyes.

what's behind the blinking blues?

why is it that the one thing is always askew?

hand extended waiting

bated breath

connection made, time stands still

when the light is frozen

the blur ceases to exist

timing is everything

"why do you do what you do?
you don't know. you just do."

wish id never met you

©Vernon Trent- time stopper

And I wish I never met you
And I wish that I would cry
And my whole life I'd loved you baby
And I know deep down inside
That I wish that I would die
And I wish our love would die
And I wish that I could collect from you
For all your senseless crimes, yeah

And I wish that I forgot her
And I'll buy another drink
And all the love you've taken back
Was all that took me sane
And all the things you told me
And all there was to tell
And all that love you've taken back
Will all end up in hell, well

And I wish that day I met you
With a though with a doubt
And all my dreams were broken
And just lying on the ground
And I lost the day I met you
And I cursed your way of life
And all that times you broken me
I was all chocked up inside, well

And I wish the day I told you
Was all my love for sale
And I just can't trust you baby
Your just lying over here, yeah

And I wish I had a dollar
And I wish I had a dime
For all the lies you told me
And all your central crimes
And I just, just got to leave you
And lying in your dreams
Cause all those lies are broken
And all those special things, well...

Oh...

-The Rolling Stones

sometimes its just better to forget...

all i need

©Cameron Attree- Mission Beach, QLD

I'm the next act

waiting in the wings
I'm an animal

trapped in your hot car
I am all the days
that you choose to ignore

You are all I need
You are all I need
I'm in the middle of a picture
Lying in the reeds

I am a moth
who just wants to share your light
I'm just an insect
trying to get out of the night

I only stick with you
because there are no others

You are all I need
You are all I need
I'm in the middle of a picture
Lying in the reeds

It's all wrong
It's all right
It's all wrong ...

im on a radiohead kick. im surrounded by missed opportunities waiting for the next chance. im up too late again. i think i saw a ghost.

down is the new up

©Tito Trelles- NYC

"Get yourself together

Let the light pour in

Pour yourself a hot bath, pour yourself a drink

Nothing's going to happen without warning

Down is the new up"

cruising the highway in style on the double decker bus. en route to boston where the trip is slowly unraveling. one rather large cancellation and another sick photographer that just wanted to give me a "heads up". i should probably be stressed or try to book more work since i still need to feed myself eventually but i can honestly say im over it. i should be stressed since december is wide open and ive put no effort in to booking work but it always works out in the end so stress is no longer allowed.

"Won't you be my girl?

Your services are not required

Your future's bleak, you're so last week"

as i get farther away from one of my favorite cities i sit and wonder. the blur of the two days was exciting, satisfying, and full of adventure which is what every trip to NYC has become for me.

japanese pop-stars, epic rock and rollers, origami elephants and overrated drinking holes.

i could end up there and wrap myself in the swirling heart beat of america's wonderland. i could end up in SF or maybe i actually belong in sydney. only time will tell, or something like that. i do miss tomorrow and all the things it holds for me.

"Down is the new up

What if I just flip-flopped?"

the ride progresses as my tired, achy body gets weaker. exhausted mentally and physically, i fight off sleep to edit baby pictures. my one true love. the little one thats growing too fast as i keep wandering the world.

"You crawled off and left us

Crawled off and left us

You bastard"

im addicted. to too many things...

Lit

©Billy Monday

tearful onion peeled and blooming
the layers laid scattered exposing the meaty flesh

of pungent insides and as the flame grows higher

the burning begins

the crumbling of the wall of boulders subsides
no more falling now as the ground stands still
cacophony of the muttering mildew stops
when you refuse to listen

softly slipping, closely clipping

wildly wandering, truly transient

flickering candle lit glowing path

persuading convincingly into the next darkness

sullen girl

© Dave Aharonian

"Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
All day and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel to take flight

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

Is that why they call me a sullen girl, sullen girl
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl
And left an empty shell of me

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion "

fiona sings me to sleep and as her voice carries me higher i begin to float off to dream land in my own bed, where i actually slept like a baby.  more restful than the one i miss..

hungry

©Fernon

the crack of the chip echoes as the lonely consumes the potato

vastness of the empty awakens the sleeping cucumber

crunching carrots wander wildly through the magazine aisle

stumbling upon the cheese, that golden treat

the one thing true, honest

creamy, melted goodness

bliss found hidden in between

fold it back, spread it open

taste

fairy tale

© tito the magician

pretty princess pigtailed dreamer

swimming listless, blowing bubbles

drowning toads that forgot how to swim

floundering critters swallow the waves

of uncertainty

the edge of the river bank calling

taunting, wanting

caught in the cyclone and swirling

to where you should be

eyes wide open to view the

perfect end of the mystery

dont blink or you'll miss it

wedding day

©simon gentry

surrounded by flowers of the fall foilage colors, the bouquet sits soaking awaiting the hand of the bride that will walk down the aisle to the man of her dreams. we sit and coordinate the blooms to satisfy the intended spot for the loving audience to gaze upon. beautiful arrangements and a joy to create. a new calling perhaps or a chore for a friend? the job is done, the flowers are set and its moments away from the start of another happy ending. two hearts joined under the trellace ornamented with roses and ribbons. another life connected and recreated to perpetuate the love of two. and many happy wishes to the couple in kansas.

on the way

©Gazza

black cat crossed the path again as the luminary watched

wishes willed the world to change and

now is filled with magic fairy dust

the wanderlust and mistrust of lost and lonely child

walks feverishly through the cloud

falling ever slightly in the fluff that holds her feet

feeling gently frightened by the mystery beneath

the weightlessness of her wishes make her float

and bathe in the silvery glow of the moon

good night sweet girl, its past your bedtime

bump

©Phil Chaplin

blurry eyes and stunted vision, the picture becomes skewed

what seemed to be the clear path appears to be obstructed

sifting through the debris of this chosen route, the path towards one

carefully wary of whats ahead and whats been left in the dust and rubble

voices carry through the darkness and the lit tunnel ahead seems to dim

"its time to grow up now" she says in a whisper

the dove flys by again one last time as the golden light turns blue

"can't we dance just a little longer, this songs not quite through"?

she waves goodbye with a backward glance knowing that we will meet again

that vision burned into the minds eye forever bringing back the same smile

the warmth of that embrace, the gentle touch as we go our seperate ways

soon and always, til next time my love