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Air Like Still Water

29 Sunday Jul 2012

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Poetry

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Abstract, Black and White, Cocoa Village, Experimental Photography, Florida, Night Photography, Poetry

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Stops to light a fag,

Shift ended, eyes merged with night-

Air like still water.

Bars groan with guitar.

Listening, her fingers flick.

Sizzles on her sole.

Stirred, she turns and clomps away.

Streets echo the sound.

From a fissure in the brick,

Gecko emerges,

Finally alone.

Pools of Melancholy

28 Saturday Jul 2012

Posted by smilingtoad in Introspection, Photography, Sea, Stories

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Age, Black and White, Cocoa Village, Discovery, Florida, Gutter, Introspection, Melancholy, Ocean, Photography, Rain, Sea, Street, Youth

I was born a crabby, old man, the biting brush of early autumn a perfect match for this newborn and decrepit soul. Memories of moldered monochrome, thoughts as rugged and harsh as the fissured bark of the ancient oak trees, and a flare for donning the old checkered highland’s cap and an un-fused pipe redolent of walnut tobacco; such was I since the day I first cast these miry eyes unto the unwary world. I found beauty in the withered, poetry in the dead, and my soul in the smooth ripples slipping across those Sepia Pools of Melancholy.

I was born a cantankerous old man, limping along, nefarious, sometimes with a varnished cane, sometimes alone, snarling with a whirling eye of billiard white at any passerby that might happen near. I had crooked teeth to accent trench coats and London Town hats still redolent of acrid cigars. When I flashed those serrated masticators with all my fury, even the bravest squirrels darted for safer ground. What passion I had for instilling terror in my gnarly ways, askew, stomping along those vacant, black and white streets veined with sniveling cracks.

But somewhere along this old man’s crawl through this spare score and some years, I found my way to the ocean, and there, upon that strumming shore, I discovered acoustic melody, and new forms of poetry, and along the swash zone of shattered scallop shells glinting pink and lavender, the waves encasing this craggy visage with the sweet kiss of brine, I became young for the first time.

Buddha of the Street

27 Friday Jul 2012

Posted by smilingtoad in Introspection, Photography, Poetry

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Black and White, Cocoa Village, Despair, Flower, Love, Pain, Photography, Poetry, Society, Street Photography, Violence

Love is disguised through a screen of malevolent taunting,

And shown through Violence, the Buddha of the Street.

Don it on our faces, gnarled like twisted trees,

Snarling eyes that only smile while bleeding.

Euphoria, as skulls crack against the pavement,

Words of spitting teeth, “This is the real life of honour.”

And I believed that was the only time we could feel…

anything at all…

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