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Tag : words

15 Jul 2017

Something written on the fly.  Fell off the top of my head.  Nothing to get excited about.

Sometimes I feel like the things that matter most are out of reach

I see them in my mind
I see them in my dreams,
but always too far from me
with no desire to speak

27 Apr 2017
I jump to the sky for my people I walk through the fire I give love when it's equal don't tell me not to complain about my money or pain when you come around telling me that I've changed Damn right I've fucking changed there ain't much I can do but I do all I can but I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend there ain't much I can do but I do all I can but what can I do if I do till it's gone — Yelawolf
14 Apr 2017
You are inspiring someone today whether you intend to or not. The question is "what are you inspiring them to?" — Me
10 Dec 2016
Some say I'm a visionary. I just smile and say "it's art." — Kayelless

Self sarcasm is best

26 Aug 2016

Internet rage

Virtual justice. We just saved the world.

04 Aug 2016

I’ve got a thousand things to say.  Unfortunately,
I’m down to a few hundred words with which to say them.
So let my silence be testimony of the deficit,
but on this you can bet
I’m not finished speaking yet.

24 Jul 2016

To me something is truly poetic and meaningful when expressed in metaphors. For example, take songs. I typically don’t care for straight forward lyrics. I love songs where the words relate to something else instead of the exact phrasing used. I’m the same way about poetry and (big surprise) photography. When I make a picture I’m usually trying to reference something metaphorically. Yeah, uh.. I’ve missed that goal or target way more times than I’ve hit it, but it’s still my intention.

15 Jul 2016

I use my titles and captions of my pictures as a method in my story telling.  They might seem random, but they’re on purpose and used to enhance the presentation.  I hope that they’re noticed and considered when viewing my images.

31 Mar 2016

Old Men And Root Beer

he sits at his typewriter getting drunk off old root beer and writes poems about old men getting drunk on root beer and writing poems.
he writes about lost loves and sail boats and other places that people go to find dreams.
he writes about laughter and puppies full of glee with bow tied ribbons for collars about their necks.
he writes for the lovers and romantics in life. he writes for the dreamers on cold lonely nights.
he writes with great passion and with bold daring strokes. he’d be a great painter with this word as his brush.
the picture could be delicate with just a small word or two or full of life with vibrant colored phrases that dazzle the mind’s eye.
he writes from airplanes and from bus stop benches looking ever so busy with paper and pen.
he writes of the faces behind ball park fences and the hours that pass by with expectant father’s paces.
he writes about wars in our back yards or in far away places liking their pain and destruction to a counter evolution.
he writes for the leaders and builders for the future hoping his insight will inspire just a small spot of wisdom.
he writes through the storms, earthquakes and fires. he writes about the tears and the sadness and sorrow.
he writes about the joy in that new baby sound. another life coming to freshen the land.
he writes about life or maybe it’s death. anyway he writes from the places most people forget.
he writes of the black. he writes of the white. he writes of the in between and outside and in.
stories of adventure come from his pen. as do fables of love with their fairy tale ends.
he writes what we think and the things that we dream. he uses his imagination to define these things.
his words don’t always appear. his works not always read.
maybe it would be better if he sang them instead.
but he writes and he writes still drunk on old root beer the way old men do when they’re drunk on old root beer.

Kayelless 2/20/95