Tonight

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“Accident in Primary” – My Pocket – A simple cell phone photo I apparently shot in my pocket… I liked it enough to use it… Unedited…

Tonight… The winter fog slowly settles on my sleepy street…
The only thing louder than my heartbeat
The sound of silence… Stifling…
Distant felines screeching and crying…

With a steady pace I cut through the fog…
Rain drops falling so I start to jog…
Through the puddles I feel the cold…
Dreaming of you gives me a warming soul…

Tonight… The clouds must be especially sleepy…
Purposely making the landscape look creepy…
Looking at the cold midnight sights…
Orange ambience of the urban street lights…

Tonights slight breeze smells of the snow…
Cutting through the rain showers so slow…
Cutting through the cold air…
And cutting sharply through my mind…

Urban life is really something special…
Wildlife… Those living the wild life…
Houses packed like books on a shelf…
Side by side… Like volumes in a series…

Each one is similar… Yet completely different…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Morning to Evening – October Session

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Residual Energy – Abandoned Hopes

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Bright orange full moon… Summer evening… Month of June… Dreaming… Silently still cool air… Compliments the concrete… Beneath my bare feet… Warmth… Radiating energy… Memories… Whispers of the sunlight… Memories of the day… Residual heat in a thermal display… The air tonight is incredibly fresh… Gravel footsteps… Barking dogs… And the laughing of crazy ladies… The cry of the upstairs baby…

Sleep eludes me… Watching the moon… Watching the scavenging momma raccoon… Babies number three… Eight beady eyes… Digging for a garbage can surprise… This evening is too perfect to rest… Abandoned houses… Quiet… Secure… Make great neighbors… Quiet… For sure… Silence is relative… Beauty is what you see… Art is whatever the fuck the artist says it is… Expression of ones surroundings is paramount… Regardless of where you may be…

I see photographs from world travelers… Places I’ll never be… Sights I’ll never see… At least I’ll see it through your eyes… But for now I’ll stick to the ghetto sunrise… I’m happy here… I find inspiration here… I write this poem from the energy that was… It surrounds me… Abandoned homes… Abandoned dreams… The energy surrounding me practically screams… Heroin numbed me… But now I’m free… Awake to the energy… Constantly…

Cold grass contrasts the warm cement… Floating across a sea of green… Surrounded by cement… A constant feature… Impervious to rain… Feels no pain… But tonight it’s bleeding warmth… Energy from a beautiful day… A day we were both alive… Midnight… Cool air… Sounds of air conditioners… Sirens Blare… Beautiful silence… Police cars window light… Blinding in the night… Watching me in my pajamas… If only he knew… I was sharing this with you… Maybe he would just move on…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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