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The 35mm Eye
To Ignore Nothing
Sunday, October 23, 2016
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Monday, December 14, 2015
Wind Eater
WIND EATER
As
the night was hanging on to it’s darkness, a timeless need for search grew
stronger. Confusion of the senses lingered deep down in man’s unconsciousness,
the search had to go on. Long walk at night had this effect on him, almost like
time was slipping away faster if the moment wasn’t caught and experienced to
the fullest. Long walks on deserted sidewalks covered in shadows, under
canopies in restless parks and quiet woods.
Dark
nights covering the echoes of a lone mans footsteps, always that restless mind
drifting off in all directions, causing him to hold his breath and when as in deep
trance, to not blink his staring eyes.
Feeding
my Black Dog, my inner dark
Let
him run free, restless and wild
The
night will cover all traces, we were here
once
To
chaos his ambition steered. Fast and restless was the way to the brink of utter
destruction of an already lost mind. Mindless nomad. Speed it up and let the
inner voice reach up, up and beyond, through the thick layer of tinted anguish
and doubt. ‘No remorse’ they say, ‘All remorse’ I say. Guilty of doing nothing,
just fulfilling your own needs when time wasn’t allowing any sidetracking or
freefalls at all. Only he was real once, now forgotten, memories playing hide
and seek on the knife’s edge. Blunt but effective for the task up ahead. Not
knowing enough to seek deeper, no knowledge of the abyss, other than knowing it
holds nothingness in a tight grip. A tomb drifting in vacuum awaits, reaching
down and suppressing.
Must
rest to gain power and strength for the plunge into the real depth of
forests, must be able to reach the cold and sharp mountain tops, have to find a
way out on the open seas and let my name truly loose it’s meaning.
Cosmic
ambition, falling behind
F.S
Self(d)ie...
Friday, June 19, 2015
Like The Night
She
walks in beauty, like the night. Embedded in dark and the passion that comes
with it
Few have
seen her true nature, those who have now lingers on the brink of the abyss
With
open arms she embraces the wild and unknown, with a smile she accepts her fate
Keep
on moving mountain, shifting the seas with your hands
Walk
the dark side of the sun, long seeking fingers touching the flames
White
as fresh alpine snow is her skin, long and dark is her hair, flowing like a
winter breeze from the North
Frank Savage, '72 Cedros Island
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
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