I walk through this life
With my camera in tow
I take it with me
Almost everywhere I go
I like to take pictures
Of nature and things
And share them with others
And the beauty they bring
I like people smiling
At the things that I saw
And look at my photos
With wonder and awe
Sometimes I turn my camera
At the people I meet
The folks around town
People out on the street
There’s this girl that I know
Looking out from green eyes
She’s smiling at me
Or is it a disguise
I’ve seen a small glimpse
Of the sadness she hides
I want to give her comfort
And dry those green eyes
Then there’s the hill of Megiddo
A hill all alone
A hill bearing the weight
Of an Almighty Throne
His sorrows he drowns
In a rain of fine wine
But they lay there still waiting
When the ground is all dry
I take pictures of strangers
I take pictures of friends
I see their hopes, dreams, and sorrows
Safely behind my camera lens
I see lives that are broken
And lives that are shattered
Some slightly cracked
And some worn out and tattered
There’s a man that I know
He feels so alone
In a land far away
Far away from his home
I see him feeling so lonely
Fighting to keep people away
“Lord give him peace,
Please hear what I pray”
There are countless others
Drive by victims of my lens
I may not know them all
But they all are my friends
I have all these photos
Of the people I care
And with these same people
Their own beauty I share
But they must not be looking
At the same work of art
Each drawn unique
Sculpted straight from the heart
Each one only sees
The things brought by pain
They complain of imperfection
In hue, saturation, and grain
So with my own father
These pictures I share
Of his own fine work
Of these things that I care
He looks at these photos
With deep sadness and great pride
Then he takes them all from me
And sets them aside
For a short time longer
Will you all suffer and cry
For soon I will hold you all
And make you all mine
Please tell them all to endure
But for right now it’s my will
You are all beautifully made
…..yet broken still.















Comments
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Not All Who Wander Are Lost
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-sean
"When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must be sure of one of two things: There will be earth upon which to stand, or you will be given wings."
--Rachel Nicole
Looking out from green eyes
She’s smiling at me
Or is it a disguise
I’ve seen a small glimpse
Of the sadness she hides
I want to give her comfort
And dry those green eyes"
This was the turning point for me.
Initially I was convinced it was a sappy, boring poem.
At this point it started to pour your emotion into it,
but right here, and onwards from that point, makes it worthy to keep the fave I accidently gave.
It is an effective explanation of a photographer's paradigm.
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Not All Who Wander Are Lost
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-sean
"When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must be sure of one of two things: There will be earth upon which to stand, or you will be given wings."
--Rachel Nicole
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. . . . . . . . c(")(") . . . Bunnies!
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-sean
"When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must be sure of one of two things: There will be earth upon which to stand, or you will be given wings."
--Rachel Nicole
good portrait of how it feels to keep yourself behind the camera and see the world through a frame you can't pass through... but you did pass through it; these words bridge that gap. keep being brave.
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poetry//chaos
good portrait of how it feels to keep yourself behind the camera and see the world through a frame you can't pass through... but you did pass through it; these words bridge that gap. keep being brave.
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poetry//chaos
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art is a lie which makes us realize the truth
The harder you fall the higher you bounce
I wish I had nothing to wish for
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