the second of the last days away; a reflection from this mountain

 

sure

i remember meeting her

befriending her

courting . seeking . chasing . dancing

and etc

but i loved her first 

i felt it

it was

honest . immediate . sudden . perminent 

and etc

if forced at butter knife point while having my fruit and coffee on the top of this mountain i would describe it as solar, her light

it's funny

people

spreading joy and love and light

disappointing

flying in 

flying out

and etc

she won't dissapoint

she won't fly out 

she has made that quite clear

many great people have said many great things about love

i want to use all of those words in one sound

a song i will share with the short life span having birds

the mountains 

the newly begining dream inspired universe

and the oceans and moons to come

from the hope in my soul 

and the spirit of my love

i sing

Self portrait by Sadie Myers.  Self reflection by Dustin Whitehead.

prelude to a bachelor party weekend

one hundred what and don't let this view go away!  that's what i would say to life if it sent me this real life still life of everything dull and beautiful and dumb and thought provoking because that is how we artists roll up and down the pants of society neglecting what was fashionable in nineteen seventy and so and so says is coming back in style with gusto like when i rode my first bike although i now forget the color which is of course the point we all say with our beers in the air staring at the sunset and the trees and the humming of the short life span having birds who don't mind so much our yelling which much like theirs is pure and abundant and necessary.

Image by Steve Brian.  Words by Dustin Whitehead.

"A Kiss From Thee"

A kiss from thee is heaven in the flesh

That Angels look on thee in jealousy

As life requires beating in the chest

So doth thy lips exist to breathe for me

No measure of this world will understand

No scientific reason can explain

The shunt that stabs the heart of every man

While longing for that gentle kiss again

There's peril in the eyes stained orange with envy

There's chaos in the hours spent apart

For since the spark from lip to lip shot through me

I cannot rid the hole within this heart

Like Gulls need wings to glide across the air

So I find need to miss this love affair

Sonnet by Ryan Roets.  Photo response by Fred Watford.