Wednesday, August 20, 2014

In The Eyes of a Hurricane







I've negotiated with terrorists
Made deals with devils
to save me from situations
we got me in



Love is sometimes messy
growing is often painful
Decay is making way
For higher life



Life goes without stopping
unfazed by the dropping
of the things we thought vital
waves whether ripples or tidal



Passions unbridled
lusts no longer stifled
in the eye of it all
We freeze and we thaw



hurting and healing so blissfully
you and me conducting a symphony
fully absorbed in our higher self
stacked alphabetically on a bookshelf






#RIP Captain

"We were like the morning dewhe comes in like a hurricane" ~ David Letterman


Words by Theron Kennedy. First 6 photos by Diana Matisz. Last one from Dead Poets Society.