Eye of the Beholder

Eye of the Beholder
"There is beauty all around us ...just waiting to be seen"
"She's at it again"... the words of my children as they see me approaching with my lens cap off and my tripod tucked beneath my arm. "Mom.... no more pictures ... pleeeeaaase!" and I say to my children.... "One day you will be grown, I will be old and this world will have changed in a million different ways, and the only thing I will have to remember the seasons of your youth and the wonder of these times are my photos... so I will close one eye and try to keep focus and you will smile and say cheese!"

Monday, August 20, 2007

Out here ....

Crossing it over
To the realm of fatigue
This road seem to
Straighten out beneath
The weight of the ride
Sleep fights its way
Into my head
And I wonder if
I can make it to the
Next stop

Out here in the night
I give myself up
To the watch of the stars
I am not my own
Navigator, merely
Follower of far off skies
My thoughts dancing
To the beat of
The evening song
The night’s serenade

Out here I become invincible
Armoured and secure
Against all my doubts
The night slips away
Leaving me clean
Of yesterday’s ashes
The sun rounds the first hill
And the earth shows
Her colors to the wind
Golden and green

Out here on the road
I find every lost muse
Years of words
Kept out of my reach
Pour myself into
The stretch of lines
Dividing yours and mine
And take back from it
Something to call my own
A sense of direction

Out here in the sand
The sun rises in my chest
The moon falls in my arms
And I kiss lips that I just met
Knowing tomorrow
Will take me out of this town
And I will leave only a name
Upon the whispers of skin
And no scars shall be found
On my resting place

Out here on this search
For self direction and control
Over the things I cannot change
I find that change is
Merely an adaptation
Of acceptance
I can lay down with the night
As long as I know I will
Awake with the sun
With the love at dawn

Out here on this journey
I feel the hum of engine
And the drum of time
Beating beneath my gypsy heart
The trees whisper “free”
As I move pass their leaves
And the corner of eye
Spells out a smile
As I cross it over - -
Into the realm of content.


-Reide




I am painter
Pushing hard colour
Across an unsuspecting page
Painting my life
With fuchsias and greens
Mixing the primaries
To find shades of happiness

I am sculptor
Folding and moulding
Shaping my time
Pressing it into a smooth
Touch of grey
Working the elements
To fit my shape
Resting only to wipe
The clay from my chin

I am photographer
Finding the pretty
In a room full of awful
Freezing the moment
To display like exhibition pieces
In the living room of my soul
Framing up my life
To crop out the corners
Leaving only imagination
In a glossy finish

I am writer
Lining and rhyming
My way through the days
For my clothes I wear prose
And it matters not about
My punctuation
Only that I am making a statement
I write thoughts into poetry
Emotions into songs
I write short
I write long
And someday
I’ll write myself as hero
Saving the rest of me
From the hunger of
Starving artist.

-Reide 07’

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