paradise dream?

i was in a paradise last night. swimming in a crystal clear lake.  mountain ranges painting the backgrounds.   lush green grass.  at first, ancient marble remnants scattered around hills of green.  i was alone there in this breathtaking place and i felt so peaceful.

but as all dreams must come to and end.  i remember stumbling upon a lunchbox and taking a bite into a sandwich.  suddenly, technological/futuristic places sprung up out of no where.  it was not the same place i had left.  one bite out of that mysterious sandwich and the paradise became diseased with burger kings and other stores.  but everything was still abandoned.  

the sacrament of the last supper - dali

the sacrament of the last supper - dali

fight the power

fight the power

sun and the house become friends

sun and the house become friends

Zeus Venting

Zeus Venting

Eerie Reflection

Eerie Reflection

Mt Roraima, Brasil, Guyana and Venezuela

Mt Roraima, Brasil, Guyana and Venezuela

class notes

grass, trees, mountain green
sky, river blue
cloud white

grass, trees, mountain green

sky, river blue

cloud white

Aliens send messages in the sky

Aliens send messages in the sky

giraffe lost in the sky

giraffe lost in the sky

And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to takeBut please don’t cry, just know that I have made these songs for you

the swing.

I am 20.  A little too old to be riding the swing.  I don’t want to but the wind draws me to the back and forth motion of the seat.  Back…forth…back…forth.  I gravitate towards the swing.  I sit on the cold but fair colorless seat.  

I am the swing.  Back…forth…back…forth.  Gaining more and more speed.   Back…forth…back…forth.  I reach the peak of the forth.  It lasts a split second.  I reach the peak of the back.  I hang in a standstill for what seems like a lifetime compared to the forth.  I want it to stop but I the swing draws me to the back.  And then it lets go.  Back…forth…back…forth.  The back and forth motion makes me dizzy.  My mind is foggy.  I remember being at the forth.  But the enjoyment of the forth descends.  I remember staying longer at the back.  Is it hopelessness?  Is it nothing?  I cannot remember.

I am already walking away leaving the swing behind as a feint memory.  When I close my eyes, I see myself 10 years younger on that same swing but I am frozen in the back.  I cry.  I cry.  I want to get down.  But it won’t budge.  

10 years go by.  I realize the back is where I belong.  I realize that the back is not so bad. 

Suddenly, there are hundreds of swings, hundreds of people…forth…back…forth…back.  I smile.  I once swung higher than all of them.  I frown.  I am now stuck higher than them.  Face down unless I tilt my head up.  Seeing them makes me want to come back forth.  But I still don’t budge.  I still don’t budge.  I still don’t budge.  They swing. swing. swing.  Their movements become slower and slower.  Until they stop in the middle.  They leave.  But I stay.  I stay and wait.

Maybe the back is not so bad after all.

happiness

Chess

I feel like I am in my own world.  I sit and observe my surroundings.  The people are all just pieces on a chessboard being played by some giant sperm whale.  There are no kings and queens or bishops.  There are only pawns and that whale.  And I despairingly spectate this intangible game.