Wednesday, March 10, 2010

All My Pictures Are Figments of My Poetic Mind

shooting pain
on the streets
through a
venetian blind
all my pictures
are figments
of my poetic mind
a sense of despair
a sense of tragedy
that follows my angst
from far behind
a man shooting
memories of
mankind
no i cant shoot
mountains
insects
flora fauna
or her sensuous
neckline
its street photography
through which
my restless soul
unwinds
mortal man
seduced
by false hopes
false freedom
his soul
held captive
on earth confined
grandeur
success
glory
his fall
his decline
man a product
of an infected
blood line
trying
to capture
an unknown zone
in a world online

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