ConversationPiece

“They wrote you off before you even wrote your name,
but you’re still here.
And here ain’t the end.”

I love my room, it has shape and boundary
My thoughts stay in place there
I can let them out, they dance about
but always come back to my head.
Sometimes I watch them float around
passing in and out of my mind as if
they exist but I don’t.
But this; this is different
this lets my thoughts escape,
I try hard not to have them so they won’t leak out
and be gone with the wind

Fom "Chime" 2008

I ain’t no knight in shinin’ armor,
just a brother wrapped in midnight,
with dreams that wander like jazz solos,
trying to find their way back home.
But every time I step out,
they see me as too strong or too wild—
a storm they can’t predict,
a fire they can’t tame.
But love?
I want it just the same."

From ~A Black Mans Blues

A whisper of Light

As I assume it is with most artists, I try to look at the world in the spaces between breaths, I see light bending and slipping through the fingers of dawn, like the soft exhale of the earth itself. I look for beauty in the quiet dance of shadows along the water’s edge when the sun reaches over the trees to kiss the dew, turning the ordinary into a moment suspended in gold.

To the passerby, this scene may seem ordinary—a fleeting glance, a moment quickly forgotten. But to an artist, this is a masterpiece in motion, the pulse beneath their feet, the heartbeat of something ancient and unspeakably beautiful. I love to listen to the rustle of leaves as though it were the first language, we watch as the morning light dances across the still water, holding in its rays the promise of a thousand unseen tomorrows.

Yes I see all of this passing by in my car. When I do, I try not to miss the opportunity stop and capture it so I can admire it over and over