242 Image-Content of the Day 2018/10/23 of-by patrick wey https://blog.patrickwey.com/category/image-content-of-the-day
times change, things slip into one another, everything has its autumn.
Rubber and steel born mid century dying in a field.
weeds weed themselves everywhere.
image created 2015
Image-Content of the Day #1 of-by http://patrickwey.zenfolio.com/ This is the first of my new daily ‘image-content of the day’ series….this image was created for a multi-image show i once created called CROW SPACE. This is the url to the Youtube of it and also the lyrics to a poem contained within……https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g088qlHn1-g
Crow Space
Silently the crow spoke
on a shore of babbling tongue
Silver black against a weary sky
sound beyond the ear
still upon the soul
“there is a way into this
just along this crooked trail
ask the snake
at the end, the gate
she’ll tell you what you need to know
be patient
don’t be late”
The door folded
across a broken lake the sky dead
in a ditch
nothing was the way it was
everything in a twist
my spirit searched,it soared
upon this jagged trail
There were cars, boats, planes
dreams out of control
synthetic sex, tv internet
crippling side effects
a whole universe, a mess
inside this show
Down under, the red sand
eyes wide
ready across the dunes
something from the shadow
stretched across the sky
like a blanket, hovering another side
four long truths circled
to the centre i
was crow blue
as the blackest night
There is so much to say so little time
i quenched, i hopped
i could see there was no point
no telling
what the trickster
hides inside
i could see clear as if
for the first time
it is all a test
Now flying
my wings tough
against the wind
like a frozen lake
smashed against the sky
far below i could see myself
like a past upon a path
yelling up, watch
that fake glass
a barrier to the other side
All those dreams
on a long slow train
this steady hum of track and steel
rollin headin south
The vision, the focus
all those lives
all those hills
all my future squashed
all past pushed along this rail
My eyes closed
wings stretched to distance
claws clenched upon the edge
time come space
leave
fly
for evermore
evermore
crow
The crow
hidden like a shadow
in a misty night
hush of windy woods
darkness in the silence
a dream a vision
from long long ago
the world
before the test of time
an old crow lived
and is living still.
Concepts Fainting
i want to tell you about this self
i want to tell you what i see
i want to tell you what i do
what i am and how you’re in me
i want to tell you about what i know
and what i can’t believe
i want to tell you about the water
and the relationship to sacred geometry
the golden mean and euclidean dream
the silence and the fire inside the machine
i want to tell you what words can’t say
about the feelings that are you and me
about how there is nothing the same
that everything is similar and different
and how that changes everything
i want to tell you how much i hate you
but how much love i carry inside of you
i want to tell you everything i can
about your dreams and my dreams
and how they will all end
i want to tell you that all belief is make belief
that the truth is beyond all comprehension
how thought can not talk in the field of silence
i want to tell you all that but i can’t
i want to show you how to be
but i can only be myself
i want you to know what i know
and how you know it too
i want so much for us to be together
but we’re not and we can’t
it’s impossible with the characters we’ve created
it is that, that keeps us apart, separate in our identities
and it is just this uniqueness that torments us deep inside
but there is no love in memory
i want to tell you that you look so fine
that i wish you were mine
but in this tenderness i have to walk behind
i want you to know that i lie
but i don’t mean to and that i try
but it’s all in vain, there is no road to truth
there is no way out of here, no plan to love
i want to tell you a secret but i can’t
i want to stop wanting
i am watching now
it is so complete
everywhere i am, i am not
it is all so beautiful, we are perfect
there are no words on this train
we talk in silence
we walk together
we are of one
this is the dream but it is no dream
it is the reality we want in vain
but no wanting can get us there
so you and i are done
we and all are one
the dream is over
and if you open up your ears you’ll hear
that ultimately, nothing really matters
everything arises and then fades away
Eternity Swimming All Around