Do you ever wonder why a moth will circle and circle around a light, or a flame?
It's lonely, it is drawn to the light, it's a bit like salvation and the other side all in one.
It wants to renew itself someway, to feel young again, to not be alone.
To do the impossible once again, to feel love, a sense of belonging.
If it goes into the light, it can be totally absorbed and wander forever in a loving place.
If it goes into the flame, it can be consumed and renewed, if only in the mind.
Meanwhile, it circles and circles, sometimes singeing it's wings, hurting and wanting.
My life and my story continues, I want to acknowledge my light, Natalie, and my flame, CJ.
I wish you both the best in life, I hope you each find love, laughter and happiness.
Each of you in your own way changed my life, I will not abandon a moment of my memories, although some times tears start falling, I am blessed to have such people in my life.
Thank you.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
This story starts long ago, but technology fell short.
Then again, some people say the "old way" is the best way. The photos you see here were taken on film in the 1985 - 1986 era and recently digitized. Some of them have appeared elsewhere, although the copyright remains mine. I will include some of the posts appearing on Facebook.

The Classic Pose ie: Bad Girl





A small rant about Actors, Authors, Dancers and Photographers, and about the whole creative process, the motivation, the research, the choreography and the composition, I realize it is hard work with a little luck (and run-on sentences) that make the dream, the quest, the move and the shot come true for the artist inside.
If I could add the poetry that touched my heart, the comedy that makes me laugh, the film that makes me cry, and the paintings that bedazzle the eye, the story should be told that reaches into my soul, but alas, it is not mine to tell, I have but one chapter, one piece, that is mine, I hold it dearly, for it is the foundation of a love and a life...

The Classic Pose ie: Bad Girl





A small rant about Actors, Authors, Dancers and Photographers, and about the whole creative process, the motivation, the research, the choreography and the composition, I realize it is hard work with a little luck (and run-on sentences) that make the dream, the quest, the move and the shot come true for the artist inside.
If I could add the poetry that touched my heart, the comedy that makes me laugh, the film that makes me cry, and the paintings that bedazzle the eye, the story should be told that reaches into my soul, but alas, it is not mine to tell, I have but one chapter, one piece, that is mine, I hold it dearly, for it is the foundation of a love and a life...
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