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Paul Jones Jul 2017
I look into the     window of your soul
and a nebula     of thought swirls in me.
00:00 - 28/07/17

State of mind: pensive; longing.
Perspective: personal; universal.

Thoughts: from feeling - like I miss someone.

Listening to: Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest

Questions: none.
Paul Jones Jul 2017
The chemistry that     mixes within me
is a hurricane,      when you catch my eye.
22:50 - 27/07/17

State of mind: pensive; longing.
Perspective: personal; natural.

Thoughts: from feeling - like I miss someone.

Listening to: Linkin Park - My December

Questions: none.
Star BG Jul 2017
A star shined brightly     covering the sky.
It carried my wish        to unite with it.

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The star echoed words       inside mind so deep.
Sky is its playground      and I watch the stage.
just a thought inside head that dances with a new tool of creativity
Paul Jones Jul 2017
I want to take a     leaf out of your book
and, with threads of love,     stitch you into me.
16:30 - 27/07/17

State of mind: focused; thoughtful.
Perspective: personal.

Thoughts: from feeling - loved and cared about. Also from conversations, when Sun mentioned 'taking a leaf out of my book'.

Questions: none
Paul Jones Jul 2017
From a speck of light,     the pinhole of a
camera obscura...      you get the picture.
12:50 - 26/07/17

State of mind: playful; curious.
Perspective: comical.

Thoughts: from thinking - about the camera obscura.

'You get the picture' has a double meaning.

Questions: none.
Star BG Jul 2017
My heart opens wide          with love and grand light.
My guides help me see       all things will go right.
My third Dyad poem. Thanks Paul
Star BG Jul 2017
Paul jones is a gift             who writes from his heart.
He constructs dyads        with charm and great grace.

My life unfolds now     with blessings and light.
Gratitude flows free       inside this grand day.
Thanks Paul Jones I never knew what a Dyad poem was until now.
Paul Jones Jul 2017
I feel all the space,     sense the atmosphere.
What should be a blur     becomes my focus.
10:45 - 25/07/17

State of mind: reflective; thoughtful.
Perspective: personal.

Thoughts: from observations - of myself. Ironically, I am not that observant. When I look at something, the information being perceived is primarily spatial and atmospheric. Visually, things I clock onto quickly are colour and pattern recognition.

So, motion and light effects fascinate me, naturally... This explains how my art style has developed the way it has, over the years. If I start noticing details, it's usually because I'm switched on and thinking about it consciously. Thus, the blur becomes my focus... making sense of what is hard to grasp.

Listening to: Linkin Park - Meteora (album)

Questions: how greatly does the way we perceive contribute to the person we become? How many different perspectives can we see the same thing?
Paul Jones Jul 2017
Your message was heard     by those who have felt
the numbness crawling     from a face within.
14:40 - 21/07/17

State of mind: nostalgia; sorrow.
Perspective: personal.

Thoughts: from memories - a tribute in remembrance of Chester Bennington from Linkin Park - he made some of the best music I listened to growing up. Mostly from my teenage years.

Words from the last line are derived from their songs Numb and Papercut.

Listening to: Linkin Park.

Questions: why?
Paul Jones Jul 2017
The forest shimmers,     sunshine glows and dims,
Dappled light dancing     with summer colours.
12:30 - 21/07/17

State of mind: nostalgic.
Perspective: personal; spiritual; existential; philosophical.

Thoughts: from memories - of walking along a riverbank, deep into a Welsh forest, the sunshine glowing and dimming, dappled light dancing with the summer colours.

I think I experience true joy and peace in times of solitude and exploration. These times always become strong memories. Ones that can be visited, as if they were never left.

It makes me wonder about those adages that state how if pain is felt deeply, joy also can be felt strongly. But it doesn't end there. We have sensitives, which draw us to the things that make us feel a certain way. They become our habits, if easily obtains. Our dreams, if not.

When, for real, I walk through the dappled light of that Welsh forest, I will be living my dream. But the dream is not the goal, for desire is only an urge. It is when we are there, this place of dreams, that we can comfortably give life to our thoughts and thought to our life.

Questions: Where is the place that gives life to thought and thought to life?
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