Film Makers

With a Scorpion’s tail and the Head of a Bull
He wore my own death-mask as the moon was full-flooded,
and in deepest utterance-
The 13 strangest voices spoke:

White Ape with Wings!

White Ape with Wings!

Pulls the Strings
on the Mountain

Snorting with laughter

and after the fall

Sings the songs of trepination……

Three holes
in a skull

Unblinded
b…

(The scene is a strange room that seems to exist out of time and space, there are four metal grates or posts that delineate the corners, it appears there are no visible walls.
There is smoke and mist …

Piebald Palindrome
Serpents Cross the Anome
A splintered Shell
The shattered bell
Sounds of nothing in backwards hell

Drones alone, drains and drowns
the names and faces
and all sound

Embrace these mindles…

I become the Devil because I’m odd
and walk through mirrors like a mindless god

I take a boy and then a girl
and chain them down into my world
They love each other and love me long…

The pai…

…the subtleties in life evade us so they scream it in our face
repeating lines assimilate us
the conversations spoken never let us read between the lines
a moments silence will invade us…

Now my seed swarms towards every Empress,
Conucopic copulations!, membranes on membrane!

The sum product of images produced from a person’s camera is but a glimpse of the width and breadth of that person’s wordly exploration.

When Lovely Women Blossom to their Day
The moment stop
The rest just gaze
With Awe and Not
An Utter Word to Say.

All photographers are butterfly catchers.

…i’m between two lies
i don’t know whats wrong or right
but i know on one i must decide…

…aching
from times you’ve “fallen down the stairs”
take him
take him back he says he cares…

…so what is left
after silence?
just regret,
still the violence…