Blazing within under my Skin is a field of Empathy
The Emotive Ports, Allow Energy shorts, Electricly ground in me
The Booming Roll of Thunder, and Flash of Lightening
Is Like a Building Wave to Surf upon a Jolt of Energy...

In Brooding Darkness, the Spark creates, the Flash of Light
Colliding Thermal Vortexes, Thunders in the Night
In Walking Dreams, a Cat Jumps out scratched, Runes on my left Arm
Scratched in my blood it read "Use this to ward off charm and all harm"

I blink at first light reading the Sky, for any creatures that pass by
And below what scurries by the freshly dewed grass, a snake to take
Soaring on wing till my Talons Cling the Snake to start my day
At which I shook my Head Awake, knowing I'll be back... after this Day

A friend who's pain and sorrow
I do not know why for...
To mark this tragic Memory
I nailed Black Rose's on the Door

So Passers by may know....
That here's a Heart in pain
And all that pass should wish her
Kind thoughts of pain no More

And as time Passes By...
Petals fall off Dried
Taking with it.....*
*Each tear drop that's cried

Amid an Upper Floor
Of the Ford Building
Was a Friends Studio, For
Commercial Photographing

A Ponderous sized Room
Complete with 12 foot ceilings
6' x 4' foot Softboxes on Stands
10' boom Stand angled is Key Lighting

All Surround a Mottled Muslin Background
1200 Watt Strobe Pack with cord like snakes
To Strobe Heads, Imbue the room with Light
Some soft shadowless, other pin sharp bright

Instantly my mind took in the Possibilities
If I should delve into this Art of Photography
So Enamored was I, to use Studio and Lights
I mopped and polished floor to a Shiny Sight

The feeling I had connecting Camera to cord
I knew that Moment I could ill Afford to
Not Pursue this Pashion as I Shot a.....
Lovely Young Model of Fashion

Accordian Like Toyo Large Format Camera
Ansel Adams treked up mountains to shoot Vistas
Have Stood the test of time, and Anals of our History
Or the Mamya's and Hassleblads Favored By Fashion

The 35mm Nikon F3, though its one I could ill afford
He used to teach Me, and Softboxes the Light Adored
It was Barely Shadowy, A Keylight with a snoot was bright
With Light and Shadow my Palette I began Photography

Of the Studio Life and the Parties at Night,
I could go on and on, Cold Pressed Coffee
Long after Sunrise, was the Ritual of the Yawns
This Tale's How I began the Art of Photography...JMF 3/2/2015

I went on for 10 years Doing Commercial and Weddings*
My photo website is www.shamusmediaarts.com

There's nothing like the Feel
Of two wheels and the power
Between your Legs, The Pounding
Of two  Cylinders, as the engine Revs.

Wheeling through snaking roads
Surrounded by Sunlight and trees
The intense smell of fallen leaves
On a cool nights ride. Feeling free

Blasting down a two lane road.
Rolling into a small town,you
Hear the Bikes Rumble, as you
Shift down, and throttle off the gas

The roar of your bikes sound, as
It bounces off the passing buildings.
You're out of town past the Last street light
As the Stars unfold in the stark black night

The feel of the wind's a sweet taste of freedom
Content for the silence and the Bike motors hum.
As an old Biker the ride is Past, but the feel of
The wind Flowing past my face, and the pound
Of the Motors sound, still be mine, Till my Day is Done

The seedling of a Poem,
Springs deep from within
Pushing as it finds its roots
Its birth, born of Hope begins
Words Sprout to bring it forth

And Rhyme feeds the bud to bloom
And with elation, soon petals form
And in celebration, a new Poem is born*
*And brings the sweet scent, of its full bloom.....

As her eye's' melt into Mine
A soft sweet shiver
Runs up my spine
While I recall another Time
Together-
The touch of her Tongue
Like Butterflies upon My Breast
Slowly Wanders Softly
Toward Loves sweet Nest
While her gentle Hands
Caress My Hips
I feel the tender Pressure
of her sweet Lips
Kissing me to Ecstacy
JMF 98

Into my quiet, peaceful life
Steps a man full of strife
Sniffin' 'round, like a hound
Just a dog of desire'
Is it the soft brown eyes
That fill me with relief
And make me forget
The snap of his teeth,
Or the wag of his tail
As he strokes my leg
That never fails
To make my heart beg.
He's out and around
With a ***** in the sack
but at his scratch at the door
I take him back.
What will end my need
For this wandering seed
O' What will **** my fire
for these Dogs of desire?
...............JMF 1999

This Morning Rain
It's such a Drain
But a bit of bright blond
Blows by, after the dawn,
Releasing a sigh,
Between the yawns
And yearns for coffee.
As she fills my cup, her smile
Seems to perk me up,
So I Drink it fast**
To make sure the smile lasts
that is, until
The next refill
JMF 1999

Cryptic Phrases Fall upon the sand,
In late afternoon, Playing
Like  Old Words against a Memory.
Ethereal Images, of Old masters
Dancing Upon the Graves of Inquisitioners
Whose words lie Bate to Silence
...............JMF 1969