Sunday, September 30, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Toe in the sea

Walk forward
put your toe in the sea
keep one on the sand
Man you dont know what Ive done
you dont know where I stand
I cant turn around
I cant back up now
Look where I am!
Labels:
atlanta,
beach,
blackcattips,
dog toenails,
kyle brooks,
ocean,
orange face,
sand
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Dust
Dried up. Blew away.
Crack and split.
Dust in a solid form.
Windstorm and fire swirl.
Take and give and take again.
Blue tubes of melody.
Fragrance of thought.
Two forces compete for the same space.
Dried up. Left to wait.
Bread into stones.
Dust into bones.
No one is home.
Crack and split.
Dust in a solid form.
Windstorm and fire swirl.
Take and give and take again.
Blue tubes of melody.
Fragrance of thought.
Two forces compete for the same space.
Dried up. Left to wait.
Bread into stones.
Dust into bones.
No one is home.
Labels:
atlanta,
blackcattips,
bread,
dry,
Dust,
fragrance,
kyle brooks,
melody of the soul,
words
Friday, September 21, 2007
Taste of fall
Cloudy days that blow the haze away.
You realize the frailty of your life.
I will stay here.
Why won't you answer the phone?
Soapy bubbles floating by my mind.
Here comes the sunshine.
Can we hold hands by the seaside?
I wonder what that bird is thinking.
I am one month behind you.
You realize the frailty of your life.
I will stay here.
Why won't you answer the phone?
Soapy bubbles floating by my mind.
Here comes the sunshine.
Can we hold hands by the seaside?
I wonder what that bird is thinking.
I am one month behind you.
Labels:
art,
atlanta,
autumn,
blackcattips,
cool humid winds,
east atlanta,
FALL,
folk art,
frailty,
kyle brooks,
painters block,
weather
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Rosemary, rice,dark
It is gettting dark sooner.
The temperature is more comfortable.
I am tired of drama on television.
I like the smell of rosemary.
I am not rich.
I like a warm shower.
Self made is better than given.
I like rice.
I have few friends.
60 is the new 40.
That means I am 13.
Why do I work so much if I am 13?
The temperature is more comfortable.
I am tired of drama on television.
I like the smell of rosemary.
I am not rich.
I like a warm shower.
Self made is better than given.
I like rice.
I have few friends.
60 is the new 40.
That means I am 13.
Why do I work so much if I am 13?
Labels:
13,
blackcattips,
dark,
east atlanta,
herbs,
rich,
shower
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
60
Labels:
60,
art,
blackcattips,
dekalb county georgia,
digital art,
east atlanta,
folk art,
kyle brooks,
maps,
roman
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