Facing Morning I Find Nothing
There are late nights
when I find myself
walking the sidewalks and
there is no poem or paint to
be found there
but
only the visible exhale of
a person momentarily lost
in it all.
Enjoy!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Daily Keemo. 3.30.11. Facing Morning I Find Nothing
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Daily Keemo. 3.15 In His Eyes And He Talked
In His Eyes And He Talked
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The Story
There words are nothing more than just that. Words. There is no music in the air tonight. Only the sound of these keystrokes on this paper and the dog scratching on the floor by my feet and papers rustling as she goes through a drawer looking for something. I am looking for something but it is not found in the drawer. I know because I have already looked in there.
There is still only the sound of these keys and nothing more.
I think of the man in the wheelchair who asked us to get the cup out of his wheel and he had to be cold going around the city in just a t-shirt. You could see the drink in his eyes as he talked to us. As I think of him I am certain that he has forgotten about me and the cup and the cold and the talk and it all.
...Enjoy!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Daily Keemo. 3.14.11 162 Eyes And Still Only A Fraction Of The Ways To See
162 Eyes And Still Only A Fraction Of The Ways To See
The next painting from the "ways to see" series. No story with this one because I think the painting and title say it all.
...Enjoy!
Friday, March 11, 2011
Daily Keemo. 3.11.11 Taking Up Roots
Taking Up Roots
This is one of those that I don’t think a story is really necessary. I think this one does a good job on it’s own.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Daily Keemo. 3.9.11 There Are Words And These Are Not His
There Are Words And These Are Not His
There is a man and
this is his portrait and
there are words and
these are
not his.
It is late and
in daydream
I see his face and
wonder where
he went and
what world he travels in and
I bet the hole in his
heart is much bigger than it is in mine and
this is his portrait and
these words are
not his.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Daily Keemo. 3.6 There Are Days
There Are Days
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The Story
There are days
that I want to be more than
I am
and
at the end
of those days
I never feel good
about
wanting such things.
There are days
that I want to open up
the top of my head
and peer down in there
and see if
there are answers
to my questions.
There are days
that I simply
am
and everything is in
balance and it
is these days that
make the others
days
just memories.
Enjoy!
Monday, February 28, 2011
Daily Keemo. 2.28.11 OK, I Will
OK, I Will
He was a bit of a jerk and I could tell he didn't take too kindly to "those artist types" (whatever that meant) and then he found out I was one of them "artist types" and asked me what I painted and I said "people, mainly" and then he said, "paint this!" and he opened his mouth wide and made a really ugly face at me thought he was really funny and then I said,
"OK, I will."
Enjoy!
Friday, February 25, 2011
Daily Keemo. 2.25 And Then There Is Us
And Then There Is Us
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The Story
There is one and
there is one and
there is two and
there is us and
then there is one and
we cast a shadow on where
we have been and
then there is
us.
Enjoy!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Daily Keemo. 2.20 The Adventures of Baron M
The Adventures of Baron M
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The Story
I am reminded of a movie I saw
when I was much
younger and
lively and
the imagery is vivid but
the people and
the words and
the sounds and
everything else
is almost
gone
forever.
... Enjoy!
Friday, February 18, 2011
Daily Keemo. 2.18.11 All Your Steps Become
All Your Steps Become
There are moments when time bends towards you and all your steps become effortless.
... Enjoy!
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