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a.d. w. a. y. ?
you would write a thing or two and
toss it a million ways around
it’s way aross the many screens
i didn’t think twice
when it would
sometimes hit me
sometimes miss me.
but now i find myself missing you
you were lonely then
like me now
searching for something
that only exists with some people
and even some people have exhausted it
but you were sensitive like me
i could feel that between the static
i could feel that between the lies
the lies of life
and run into
all i can think about right now
is the empty
and the space
on the memory of something
tag my name now
you’re nowhere to be seen
you don’t know how much you mean
to me 🙂
don’t want to try
to do anything different
than what hasn’t worked
a whole life time
but it’s never you
or it always you
but that’s just what you’ve expect for yourself
even though you are more than that
but sometimes isn’t enough i guess
when you don’t see it
and when you don’t care
how can anyone else?
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This is not a prison.
This is a trap.
I am the bait.
Having balls is a good thing
having raw passion is a good thing and a rare thing.
To have both passion AND balls is what makes someone great.
I miss the great ones
I miss the lovers
and the dreamers/creators
I miss the artists
I miss the tortured souls- the poets…the journeymen …
and I mean the real ones
the real risk takers
the real love makers
the ones that do what they were born to do
unafraid of being who they really are
the ones that live for what they love
and the ones that love to love.
it has nothing to do with image
and everything to do with heart and soul
and pure being
I miss the truth in them
I miss their passion
I miss having them around
I miss them knocking at my bedroom window at 3am
driven by desire
driven by love
and…That feeling –
that wonderful feeling of hope and wonder
and the excitement in life and love
I miss the fire
-kyoko cole 2008
It’s okay to fall
How boring would life be without the waves?
All that really matters is if you are willing to ride it and how well you ride it
Bukowski said it better
“What matters most is how well you walk through the fire”
We are both fire
Into the night
Into the day
And it’s always better to burn out
Than fade away ( thank you Neil young )
Tonight you leave me with a smile
And that’s pretty fucking great in my book. I love you for that.
Thank you 😉