Capturing The Sun
We walk through the maze of life
Finding that what you don’t say condemns you
And what you do say can crucify you
As you found out when you rushed to a fatal finish
What was a divine duty
Other’s saw as fanaticism
Quick to point fingers
Raging like a sickness
There was no end to this
But you were always certain
Of that beacon in your mind
You clung onto it like a gold mine
Except this offered no earthly pleasures
Just grime and dirt
Dried blood and hurt
You could not let anybody close
It might become a fatal dose
That undoes you before the end
For god’s sake don’t let feelings in
Don't unravel
Don’t unbend
That would be the real sin
Save your twisting for the final show
Nailed to a different rack
Solid wood at your back
You are not yourself anymore
It is your heart that has become sore
Keep the end goal firmly in sight
Stick to the plan
You will be alright
There’s something else that’s waiting
Something that’s worth all this toil
Where shame doesn’t figure anymore
And love has no price
It goes in circles here on earth
Evil rises once more to give birth
But nothing lasts forever
Call it a learning curve
Earth was always the Devil’s playground
It’s up to you to see how much you are worth
Pearls before swine goes the old saying
Because treasure is always hidden
Real pearls are at the bottom of the seabed
You have to search them out
Here amongst you
You know it
Really know it
Do it before you are dead
*****
Sometimes we try to exert too much control over our creative lives and I have certainly been guilty of that in the past. But when that has formed part of your career path and it has been necessary to pay the bills it is difficult to let that go.
Or you have to follow trends to keep up with the Jones’s to present a front and not upset anybody, or when points mean prizes, involving an inflated ego and that boost of self-confidence.
Some recent events in my life placed me squarely back into a situation that I did not want to find myself in again. But another event involving some physical damage to my home, although distressing, acted as a sort of catalyst and it meant I had no control whatsoever.
In a weird way it was sort of liberating and I decided to apply that to my creative output. Which is why the poem above is miles long…
Normally I would have trimmed this down a bit and shortened it because I am aware it might not hold people’s attention for that long to finish reading it, especially on Flickr. No disrespect to anybody but I am sure only dedicated followers would manfully carry on.
The same goes for my images. I am going to load up what I like, and how I like.
None of this means that I don’t care about it, I do, deeply. But I just feel that I have been too nervous about it up until now and what people might think about it. But I realised this work I am doing is about me, just as much as it is about sharing it. It is about how I tick, what inspires me and about the things I experience.
So for the ‘Jack Kerouac’ experience, please carry on and read the poem!
This is how I write; this is how it comes out from my weird brain. It spills out in a torrent of words and I have to race to keep up, trying to write it down. I may have been thinking about something as I look at my image, or I am recalling what I felt when I was taking the shot. Either way, this is it in its raw state this time.
I read it through…and felt that actually, I didn’t want to trim it down.
The emotion just builds and I think you can feel it.
I hope you can get something from it or benefit from it in some way.
Enjoy.
The image was taken in Sussex, UK, near the village of Wilmington, when I visited my most favourite of places; standing there communing with The Christ Tree. You can find other works in this series in my Christ Tree Album.
And the music below is by Asha, who I listen to when I need to spend some time to think through a few things. This song is called “Sacramental Song”.
And if you would like to see more of my work, have a look at my website at:
Capturing The Sun
We walk through the maze of life
Finding that what you don’t say condemns you
And what you do say can crucify you
As you found out when you rushed to a fatal finish
What was a divine duty
Other’s saw as fanaticism
Quick to point fingers
Raging like a sickness
There was no end to this
But you were always certain
Of that beacon in your mind
You clung onto it like a gold mine
Except this offered no earthly pleasures
Just grime and dirt
Dried blood and hurt
You could not let anybody close
It might become a fatal dose
That undoes you before the end
For god’s sake don’t let feelings in
Don't unravel
Don’t unbend
That would be the real sin
Save your twisting for the final show
Nailed to a different rack
Solid wood at your back
You are not yourself anymore
It is your heart that has become sore
Keep the end goal firmly in sight
Stick to the plan
You will be alright
There’s something else that’s waiting
Something that’s worth all this toil
Where shame doesn’t figure anymore
And love has no price
It goes in circles here on earth
Evil rises once more to give birth
But nothing lasts forever
Call it a learning curve
Earth was always the Devil’s playground
It’s up to you to see how much you are worth
Pearls before swine goes the old saying
Because treasure is always hidden
Real pearls are at the bottom of the seabed
You have to search them out
Here amongst you
You know it
Really know it
Do it before you are dead
*****
Sometimes we try to exert too much control over our creative lives and I have certainly been guilty of that in the past. But when that has formed part of your career path and it has been necessary to pay the bills it is difficult to let that go.
Or you have to follow trends to keep up with the Jones’s to present a front and not upset anybody, or when points mean prizes, involving an inflated ego and that boost of self-confidence.
Some recent events in my life placed me squarely back into a situation that I did not want to find myself in again. But another event involving some physical damage to my home, although distressing, acted as a sort of catalyst and it meant I had no control whatsoever.
In a weird way it was sort of liberating and I decided to apply that to my creative output. Which is why the poem above is miles long…
Normally I would have trimmed this down a bit and shortened it because I am aware it might not hold people’s attention for that long to finish reading it, especially on Flickr. No disrespect to anybody but I am sure only dedicated followers would manfully carry on.
The same goes for my images. I am going to load up what I like, and how I like.
None of this means that I don’t care about it, I do, deeply. But I just feel that I have been too nervous about it up until now and what people might think about it. But I realised this work I am doing is about me, just as much as it is about sharing it. It is about how I tick, what inspires me and about the things I experience.
So for the ‘Jack Kerouac’ experience, please carry on and read the poem!
This is how I write; this is how it comes out from my weird brain. It spills out in a torrent of words and I have to race to keep up, trying to write it down. I may have been thinking about something as I look at my image, or I am recalling what I felt when I was taking the shot. Either way, this is it in its raw state this time.
I read it through…and felt that actually, I didn’t want to trim it down.
The emotion just builds and I think you can feel it.
I hope you can get something from it or benefit from it in some way.
Enjoy.
The image was taken in Sussex, UK, near the village of Wilmington, when I visited my most favourite of places; standing there communing with The Christ Tree. You can find other works in this series in my Christ Tree Album.
And the music below is by Asha, who I listen to when I need to spend some time to think through a few things. This song is called “Sacramental Song”.
And if you would like to see more of my work, have a look at my website at: