CLOUD’S ILLUSIONS

  Gardens grow, trees get taller, clouds gather. I see you in the movement, in the air that rushes past time turning, in the scent of sweetened summer now swept into corners now shaded. Clouds gather, trees get taller, gardens grow smaller. Eden is an illusion lost.     All words and photographs by Damien […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 15; BLIND BELIEF

  We smoke liquid laughs, embrace clouds of midday butterflies that come in celestial clutters, listen to smiles kiss the skies that dazzle this vast ocean. We are self starved and cracked like overcooked caramel but we draw our delusions from dreams, we are nothing if not imagination waiting to dip our wings into the […]

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FLEETING BLUSHES

– We drink eternity, soft, slow, salty, like coffee cups of unexplored ocean blues, breathing in dark stars, bleeding in the wake of the wild breeze that has no home in these fatherless trees, eyes moist by this window of time, a prisoner of this smoky glass. We are porcelain colored in concrete, a brilliant […]

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METAMORPHOSES

  Changing currents, currently, body and soul converging concurrently, control lost to illusion; divinity divining, dividing delusion directing hands of fate or falling me from faith, body leaning in bending to all beckoning. Was it I who let go of love’s hand or had fate decided so? Was there a choice, considered, consecrated, a confession […]

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CAUGHT IN THE CONSCIOUSNESS

  Curious are the occasions  you come into consciousness,  like colours caught  out of season, without  a reason you slip in  between the solace  to accentuate the silence, the stillness and the distance.   Curious are the occasions  you come into consciousness, like lyrics lost to their line, without reason or rhyme, you are mine […]

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