Tides of Time

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Amateur Photography, Journal Entry, Jupiter, Love, Ocean, Picture, Poetic, Waves, Writings

Jupiter, FL

Not yet buried by the tides of time, into the raging sea of my memories is the recollection of a night that cut time and existence and left a splinter in my mind.

I cannot recall the entirety of that day, for it is meshed in with the simplicity of any other given day. But that night, ah yes, that stormy autumn night that brought the waves crashing back upon my shore, I cannot soon forget.

Slipping away from an embrace of midnight, I sat alone on the floor of a room in which I sojourn to escape from everything except my thoughts. It is there in obscurity with the candlelight licking my face and the moonlight gently kissing my body that my memories of him began to flood my mind.

I recalled how he at one time became my whole world and then quickly departed from it.

Journal Entry: 1999

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Tainted Love

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Amateur Photography, Journal Entry, Love, Nude, Photography, Pictures, Poetic, Poetry, Tainted Love, Window, Writings

It crept into my life,
a sweet poisonous gas
gently seeping in under the door to my heart
and when I was looking away (for just a moment)
it slipped in through the window to my soul.

It became the only thing that surrounded me,
yet I wasn’t aware it was there at all.
I took in a little with each breath;
the feeling was unrecognizable
and before I could realize what was happening,
I was addicted.

It became all I ever wanted;
I would take in as much as I could
but it was till never enough.
It seemed to feed my feelings and emotions,
letting them grow beyond expectations
and then they withered away.

The poison suffocated me
leaving me gasping for something pure.
I was left no other choice but to open the window
and let it all go.

Journal Entry: July 1999

Devil in the Black Dress

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Cheating, Deception, Journal Entry, Miami, Mural, Poem, Poetic, Poetry, Urban Art, Writings, Wynwood, Wynwood Arts District, Wynwood Walls

I am an empty shell with no soul;

A soul that has been taken away

By a devil pretending to be an angel.

I was murdered by deception;

Deceived by the “angel” I trusted with my life

And let her take away.

I know now what is the truth:

That vixen

My angel

The devil in the black dress

Will always remain in my heart

And I will continue to pretend I don’t cry anymore.

Journal Entry 09-24-1996

Wynwood Walls Mural, Miami