My God

“Grin” – Hamnett Place Park and Ride – Wilkinsburg, PA – This computer is on the fast track to taking a big ol’ shit in the bed… I’m working on the funds to replace and upgrade… Please bear with me as I whore myself out like a cheap prostitute to make this happen… Should only be a couple weeks…

 

Three abandoned houses lined up in a row…
Oh how the mighty have fallen…
Nothing we create is infinite…
Everything we destroy is wasted…
We are all wasted… We are all crops…
We grow in a field sprayed by Monsanto cops…
We are all GMO’s…

Government Modified People…

We work in labor camps for the better part of 60 years…

They tell us to have babies… Why?.. More money…
Tell us to work hard… Why?.. More money…
Tell you and I we need to serve our country… Why?.. We don’t…
We are all children of this earth…
We are born of it… And we will die back into it…
Jesus.. God… The Earth… Or just little old me?..
Is God even something we were meant to see?..

For me… I have had way too many of those… Moments…
Moments when I know I’m not alone…
Moments when I need to talk… But no ones on the phone…
Moments when I am ready to give up… Throw in the towel…
Step out of bounds instead of put up with the foul…

There has to be someone… Something divine…
Maybe its the sun through the cloudy spring shine…

Either way… I choose to believe… And I believe in my own thing…

My God is not necessarily a guy…
My God is not afraid to tell a lie…
My God would never turn his back…
My God would always have my back…
My God would kick the shit out of your God…
The Living shit I tell you…

I’m not sure how I can emphasize this any more

“MY GOD WOULD KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOUR GOD!”

Why?.. Because there is room in this world for more than one God…
There is room on this planet for more than one opinion…

Any religion that claims to be the one… Is not the one for me…
Most religions won’t let you be what you want to be…
I am of the earth… And someday… I hope to return…
But not in a coffin… Not cased in cement…
To me… That is hell… That is not what was intended…
We were meant to return to the soil…
Ashes to ashes… Dust to dust…
We are all little pieces of planet Earths crust…

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Breaking Through – Outside My Window

“Breaking Through” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA

Posted on the Vernal Equinox – 3/20/2014 at 12:57 PM EST….

Snow is falling on my dreams of spring…
Falling on the tips of my green tulips…
Falling on daffodils and hyacinth breeze…
Hiding under the leaves from the naked trees…

Spring is right around this next corner…
The fresh scent is rising through the air…
Like my bulbs growing under the leaves…
In the blue sky and under brown trees…

Right outside my broken window…
Frozen tears fall from the winter sky…
Spring will soon flow from the melting snow…
Slowly flowing to the seeds I sow…

Spring winds right outside my old door…
Whistling past my open window…
Blowing away the grey winter leaves….
Making way for the mighty trees…

Making way for my gardens in green…
Making way for you and me…
To turn this landscape of brown and grey…
Into a magnificent flower-filled display…

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Borders and Ice – Equality

“Garden Border Through Ice” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA

It’s just another fact of life…
We all want to be equal…
Oftentimes it is at the expense…
Of the other teams people…

Equality can not be won…
It is not domination…
It will be a product…
Of peaceful motivation…

Equality is not an excuse…
To bash enemy faces…
Surely not the occupation…
Of our public places…

Equality is the combination…
Of our dreams and ideas…
Equality will be a chapter…
In future encyclopedias…

We will all read and laugh…
And realize we were wrong…
We all dream the same dreams…
We all sing freedom songs…

The only thing that’s different…
Our attitudes towards others…
I’d still be willing to bet…
We all love our mothers…

We are all brothers…
We are all sisters…
We are all just little people…
In a big world of misters…

It’s time to be complimentary…
Agree we are on the same land…
Red… Green… Blue… Nor black…
Has the right to oppress a man…

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Ashes to Ashes – In God I Trust

“Ashes to Ashes” – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA – Summer 2013

Set out across the winter landscape…
Among the skeletons of sleeping trees…
Gracefully striding in leaps and bounds…
Silent night among the sleepy sounds…

Steady mind for the journey ahead…
Better things to do than lay in bed…
The evening shadows creep and crawl…
Occasional bursts of white snowfall…

Grace the path to promised lands…
Take a breath and raise your hands…
Heaven is the land in front of our eyes…
Expect the unexpected occasional surprise…

To creep on up when you think your down…
Raindrop flood and we eventually drown…
These same drops make my garden grow…
Combine with sun to get a full rainbow…

“Dust to Dust” – Tennis Way – Wilkinsburg, PA – Fall 2013

Another week back to the steady grind…
Take a day off and see what you find…
Works not meant to consume our life…
Shouldn’t be the object of constant strife…

The days get shorter than the night is long…
A lack of birds means a lack of song…
Too many clothes to feel the cold air…
Not enough sunlight to really even care…

Waiting for spring so my gardens grow…
Flowers bloom and sunshine flows…
With our hands we draw and render…
Garden dreams and paradise splendor…

Heaven is a garden on physical land…
Sown in our minds but created by hand…
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust…
God and nature are the only things I trust…

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Falling on the Dreams of Whitney Avenue

“Hanging in There” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA – First accumulating snow of 2013…

The evening snow is a deep hue of blue…
Falling on the houses of Whitney Avenue…
Falling on my hands and falling on my head…
Falling on the dreams of those still in bed…

Underneath the snow the spring bulbs grow…
When the flakes melt the magic will flow…
Magic that falls from the heavens above…
Snow covered setting among the rising love…

Silent night among the cold white sights…
Shadows of blue among orange highlights…
Winter snowflakes flutter around…
Settle like seeds without making a sound…

Seeds spread out across frozen land…
Waiting for spring till they grow up grand…
Growing up tall for the whole world to see…
A healthy garden is one that grows me…

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Garden Prayer #3 – My Guide

“Fall Fire” – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA

Inside my garden paradise…
Serene dreams… Moon beams…
The sweet essence of datura…
Orange glow of the fire…

City sounds… Cars and crickets…
Sweet clematis like a thicket…
Street light fire sets the stage…
Pale green glowing garden sage…

Grape vines sway by fire light…
Sky is ultraviolet bright…
Gold leaves fall and red sparks fly…
Soon the stars will grace the sky…

As the sky shifts from blue to black…
The breeze is on my chilly back…
Smoke rises by the glow of fire…
A garden is the only thing I require…

A garden… And obviously you…
By the fire with this urban view…
Steady the soul with you by my side…
My guide…

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Closed Mind Adjar

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There are two types of people in the world… Those who only believe information supporting their cause… Rejecting any dissonant information… And those who can morph their beliefs as new information presents… Be the latter… plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

The Other Side of the Noose

“Self Portrait” – © chriscondello 2013 – Conceptual Composition – Hamnett Way – Wilkinsburg, PA – Alley puddle… Mud… Food Coloring… And my reflection…

It’s 2 AM and sleep eludes me… Honestly… I don’t know how I ever sleep… I have gone 7 days without sleep or food… I’ve gone months without real rest… Shit… I’ve gone years without rest… The only difference now is the absence of opiates… I still can’t seem to shake the baggage…

Damn people… I’m really struggling…
Ups and downs like I’m constantly juggling…
The moment I stand I’m torn to the ground…
You chop me down without making a sound…

Five hundred and sixty five days clean…
Still not sure what they meant by serene…
I wish that I could unload these bags…
Even if it’s just my shitty used rags…

A hundred dollar camera… Decade old computer…
Tough to add value when you were just a junky user…
Resumes a joke… All my teeth are broke…
Writing this makes me want to cry and choke…

I need to find a place that I fit in…
A place where they will see past my grin…
A place where I can feel accepted…
Instead of feeling repeatedly rejected…

Until then… I’ll cover up with my hood…
Trying to find a medium that will be understood…
Took some time to look into school…
Met with roadblocks because I’m a felonious fool…

Someday I hope to find a way to make a dollar…
In industries dominated by brilliant fucking scholars…
Photography… Writing… Artistic behavior…
Doesn’t mean a thing unless your the lord our savior…

How can I compete against a CMU degree?..

I can’t…

I have to constantly remind myself I’ll be ok…
Suicide is not an option… I’d rather pray…
Pray to a god that doesn’t give a fuck about me…
Laughing at the broke guy writing about trees…

Empty wallet… Empty life… Another fucking joke…
Talking to plants… Perpetually broke…
What I lack in money… I make up in heart…
Praying for daylight… Another fresh start…

It doesn’t matter… I’ll just fuck it up…
Fill it up then spill the cup…
You make me painfully aware I have no value…
A sentiment that I was already aware…

I need to find my place on this earth…
A simple attempt to rationalize my birth…
I mean… You untied the noose around my neck…
I was happily dead during the Emergency check…

Why the fuck didn’t you leave me hang?..
Instead I’m here as a broken ass man…
I have the tracts to prove my stupid move…
Ten years spent in the heroin groove…

Try to get a job with that reference…

So tomorrow… I’ll take my cheap ass camera to work…
Till the earth with my broken pitch fork…
Dreaming… Believing my life will work out…
Believing there’s a reason I didn’t check out…

There has to be a place for me… I’m just not sure where to find it… Or… If it will find me…

Until then… I’ll keep on keeping on…

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A Passion for Flowers

“Passion of the Flower” – © chriscondello 2013 – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA – Simply a passionflower growing up my railing…

Raindrops falling in my coffee…
Sun drops on my morning mind…
Gray skies… Precipitous implies…
Thunder rolls while the rain flies…

Fog pulses in the steady breeze…
Birds sing in the majestic trees…
Through the garden my soul thrives…
Today is a great day to be alive…

Leaves rustle in a gust of wind…
Shingles flap and litter flies…
A vacant home creaks and moans…
Floor boards give with a steady groan…

Gardening eliminates physical pain…
Opens the mind to spiritual gain…
Art and science… Life and death…
Plays a part in our every breath…

Embrace Life…

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Cherry Blossom Highway

“Cherry Blossom Highway” – © chriscondello 2013 – Walnut Street – Wilkinsburg, PA – I remembered to get it… I had planned to do more… But the wind erased my canvas immediately following this photo…

I wrote this two days ago… May 2nd… Didn’t think I would post it… But I am… I was sitting on my back porch observing and writing… When shots rang out… I attempted to write-through it… 

This is how many of my poems begin… It is observational notes I take to try to spark a poem… After reading this… I decided to post it as is… Hope you enjoy…

May 2, 2013

Warm spring in the moonlight… Evening pleasantries…
Breeze smells of lilac… One of the warmer spring scents…
Cherry blossoms float through the sky…
Dandelion floaters lift up high…
Then fall into my backyard…

Warm days don’t equal warm nights…
But that won’t stop me…
As the smoke flows in the street light glow…
I plan for my cherry blossom highway…

The ground beneath my feet begins to shake…
Preparing for a metaphysical earthquake…

Shots fired… 12:12 AM – 11 or 12 of them… Sounded like just a block or two away… Maybe Rebecca Avenue and Center Street…

Now my senses are wide awake…
As I wait for a reply…
Shouting and screaming…
Silenced with the sound…

Sirens scream through the night…
Orange glow is now just light…
The night no longer celebrates…
The silence makes me contemplate…

Where do the good spirits go?..
Why can I no longer find them?..

Man makes me question the presence of God…
But nature always answers…

I will find my peace tomorrow…
Goodnight…

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