nowadays i keep the light on
my desk organized
my bed made
my floor clean
i see world through a different lens
summers have the sun up
even the fog see through
in the winter
i changed my way of living in
On the map there 's a tripod
And an eye blinking trying to focus
Far away on a land called Tierra de Fuego
And there goes my Muse's Range Rover
Greenlaning la luz del amanecer
Tracking butterflies orchids grasshoppers and dragons,
Sad salads and fired bananas and dew
And all sorts of bits and bobs
Keeping corrections to a minimum.
If it looks Topaz
She didn't do it !
She's more like aurora,
Traveling long distance with laughter
Or lenses cooking light with cuddles
Or stir frying a full curried moon over the volcanoes
Of seven types of fired bananas
Always worried about aperture and exposure
My muse wouldn't live without her lens bathing
Diving and swimming into the warm and shallow depth of field
Just as she wouldn't live without her daily dose
Of nine megapixels of bioluminescent plankton
Because my Muse is an addict
My muse is a Nikon D800 addict
and an aurora addict as well
Earthing and grounding relentlessly
The inner storms of morning light
Leading to her native archipelago
Of Tierra del Fuego !!
What is buried so deep inside
A memory so entwined
many lines and differing angles
The same frame can be seen
Differently with different lenses
Different outcome for every scene
Can alter all the things
And I would not remain
as the person I am
Everything makes sense
but actually nothing does,
from the kind of lens we use
it changes your views.
I've encountered people who often told
me that when I stumble on the edge,
the fall would
In truth, it's dependant on the lens you
choose to look though.
On the edges of life,
you can be killed as you
Another poem from my journal.
wealth one can
receive in this life
helps a person live a
life of luxury. The media
the eyes and ears to the world,
manipulated by the ****** hands
of man. However, no matter what, I
know one thing. You shine bright in the
media light, the shadow grows ever darker.
The crown of the media, no matter the industry,
does not stay on the same head forever...
Anything the media does I always take with a pinch of salt. Just as its easy for you to be in the limelight, its easily manipulated and people can turn against you...
You're the beat of my heart
You're the Lens of my eyes
You're the rule of my life
Sweet, I love your art.
You're so simple, straight
You're so joyful, sedulous
You're so happy, gorgeous
Beloved, I love your art.
You're so cool, cute, soft
You are so shy, caring
You're so tricky, knowing
Sweetie, I love your art.