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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.
©2006-2009 =Stone-Saint
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:iconnly:
Ha, I originally thought this was a photograph because of the preview and I was attempting to zoom when I hit the fave button...so I faved it, now I have to read it....*chuckles*

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Not All Who Wander Are Lost
:iconstone-saint:
I have the original photo on the second page of my gallery, called reflections....I don't mind if you swap the fav or keep it, thanks for looking though.

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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
:iconnly:
"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"

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
:iconstone-saint:
Thank you for keeping the fav, and I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. If you don't mind me asking, did you have a chance to look at the original picture that accidently lured you into the poem?

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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
:iconxangelic-samuraix:
Wow, this is really powerful. :nod: Nicely done, I love the stazas from when you talk about the green-eyed girl down. And the last stanza is gorgeous. :D

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:iconstone-saint:
Thanks...

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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
:iconbehindgreeneyyes:
i really like the line "drive by victims of my lense". you could expand on that and make an entire poem on that idea alone.

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
:iconbehindgreeneyyes:
i really like the line "drive by victims of my lense". you could expand on that and make an entire poem on that idea alone.

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
:iconawassabee:
This is a beautiful piece of work, I think when you take a photograph you can do this, like place the photo on top and write a poem on the bottom, I think it give your work more meaning and feeling. I love this poem you are a great writer and photgrapher. =)

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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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