Midnight Float – Chasing Moonlight

Apple Blossom Solo – Soergel Orchards – Wexford, PA

Enter twilight… Heavenly moon chasing daylight fleeting…
Stars fall and comets swoon… Streaks through skies repeating…
Early spring evening dreaming… Midnight lightning strikes are streaking…
Heavens skies in blue and orange… Color constantly competing…

Out for a midnight float… Replaying dreams now we’re stuck in the sky…
Moments unfolding slowly… Lucid memories fall through the lie…
Styles overlay in nature… Complimentary to chaos as we cry…
In the spring we awaken… In the winter we wither and die…

Summer sun chasing moonlight… Moonlight chasing the glowing sun…
In this moment surrendered… You and I will act as one…
Together at last… Together through till the year is done…
Through the waters we will sail… Through the meadows we run…

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Young Buck in Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA

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Morning Reflections – Daylight after Night

“Morning Reflection” – Keystone State Park – Westmoreland County, PA

Orange glow of the street lights emanate after dark…
Indian style on cold concrete… A contrasting remark…
Heaven is to the north… And hell is in the Deep South…
Poison is pointless unless you put it in your mouth…

Daylight is for the good… The evil roam the night…
Without darkness there would be no concept of light…
Darkness provides the cover for those who take a stand…
Government is nothing more than a rights restricted brand…

Shadows from the clouds sweep across the green hills…
Air is sweet like the steam of a working moonshine still…
Embers burning… Eyes discerning… Moonlight on the water…
Some plants we grow as food… Others are simply fodder…

We are on the ground but our spirits are among the crows…
A seed in the hand does nothing… But in the soil it grows…
When the strong bear arms the weak begin fleeing…
Weapons are possessions we intentionally bring to being…

Tonight I light a candle to illuminate the black of dark…
A tree will die without protection from its wrinkled bark…
Brick by brick we build them up until they crumble down…
The strong know when to smile… The weak can only frown…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Bumblebee Climbing – When the Sun is Rising

Bumblebee on Clover” – Hamnett Place Community Garden – Wilkinsburg, PA

Together we care for the soil… We sing praises to the sky…
We give drugs to the low… Yet we take drugs to get high…
Another day of gray skies on a humid august morning…
If the birds stop singing we will listen to their warning…
Rain is clearly on the way… Dark clouds are on the horizon…
When the weather breaks the morning sun will guide them…
The sun is my guide… I will follow it away from the moon…
When the sun eventually sets our minds begin to swoon…
A steady soul prepares us for the chance to float away…
The ground we plant beneath our feet the reason why we stay…
Wait beneath the thunderhead and you’ll eventually find…
Water falls and thunder calls to those who waste their time…

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Shadows Dancing – May I Please

“Shadows Dancing” – Soergel Orchards – Wexford, PA

Sitting in my car eating lunch… Noon sun high in the sky… Almost center… Watching the shadows of trees dance on a weathered sheet of plywood… Feeling well…

The wind blowing cools the sunburn on my back… Wind in the trees… Rustling the leaves… Naked branches dancing… My mind is freelancing…

Romance is in the trees… It is the the breeze… Sunshine and the buzzing bees…

May I please…

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Memory Sparked – Memory Revealed

Have you ever been reminded of something that you just couldn’t put your finger on? I was trying to photograph an approaching storm the other day, but I was constantly interrupted by blue and red busses flying passed my head… When I came home to check out my photographs… I immediately remembered what it was […]

Dreams of Paradise in Orange

“Perfect Fleabane” – Hamnett Way – Wilkinsburg, PA – Beauty in the ordinary… Hope in the gutter…

Orange glow from the buzzing street lights…
Shining through the blinds of my broken windows…
Cool air sending me off to honeysuckle dreams…
Cool air coupled with the full moons beams

My body is in paradise… But my mind resents…
Among the sleepy trees and urban spring scents…
Surrounded by the energy of those who no longer…
The ability to perceive will only make us stronger…

The pain in your mind is probably a product of me…
Close all the windows… Light a candle and see…
I am still standing… I am a ghosts from your past…
I am a green thumbed vagabond and I expect to last…

Despite your best attempts to silence all my voices…
Talking trash and stacking shit to take away my choices…
I still have a voice… I still have a mind… I still have you…
I still have what most people consider a deeply flawed view…

Reality is relative… Reality is individuality…
Reality is a fucked up place you’d have to cut out of me…
When my mind is idle I dream of the most messed up scenes…
Heroin memories in the gutter dissolve into lucid dreams…

All encompassing reflections of pure misery and pain…
When I’m down I swear needles fall from the sky like rain…
Needles always land with their point to the ground…
Every day I try to scream but can’t muster a sound…

I feel so lost… I feel alone… I feel destroyed… I am beat…
If I had a white flag I would wave it in defeat…
Memories flash through my head like brilliant bursts of light…
Realize I’ve lost my mind but at least I have my sight…

Take me to a greener land of Goldenrod and Ironweed…
Take me to your gardens grand and show me to your seeds…
Show me all the secret places that you find so grand…
A warm embrace is the only way to settle shaking hands…

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Floating Sea of Green – Anonymous Mountains

“Floating Sea Of Green” – Keystone State Park – Westmoreland County, PA – Trillium as far as the eye can see… Right here… On the side of this mountain… I am but a small part of this picture… Yet… When I am among the Trillium… I feel like a king… Exploring natures beauty…

Sitting on the side of an anonymous mountain…
Among jack-in-the-pulpit and white trillium fountains…
Spring beauty blossoms through last years leaves…
A garden is growing among the woodland trees…

A garden is bigger than the size of your yard…
Gods creation is more than just broccoli and chard…
Heaven is a garden… And here on Earth it’s blue…
A bee that visits my garden brings sweet gifts to you…

Among the trees I realize I am a part of this land…
It is my job to defend the places that I find so grand…
If it came to it I think I would be willing to kill…
Stand on top of my Trillium and I’ll do it for the thrill…

“Mountainside Morel” – Keystone State Park – Westmoreland County, PA – Among the treasures to be found in Keystone State Park… A single Morel Mushroom growing among the Club Moss… Trail side… Hidden by the leaves…

So while I slowly tiptoe across this sea of green…
Knee deep through Mayapples I guide my queen…
Carefully we navigate these Appalachian thickets…
Among the mason bees and the mountainside crickets…

I let go of my baggage and release my inner fears…
A garden is a state of mind and my mind is right here…
A garden has no borders… There are no class walls…
A plant doesn’t see us unless we get down and crawl…

Big degrees… Pedigrees… Even the smart and dumb…
A plant doesn’t give a damn about your annual income…
I garden… Because it requires nothing but the desire to learn…
I sow seeds because I realize it will soon be my turn…

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Gray Skies and Green

“Sneak Peak” – Hamnett Way – Wilkinsburg, PA – Minimalist Maple leaf in Food Coloring – A sneak peak of a series I am working on…

Gray skies lead to green…
Grass growing under my feet…
Sunshine on my mind…

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Heaven and the Horizon

“Heavenly Horizon” – Soergel Orchards – Wexford, PA – Apple tree skeletons against the blue horizon…

It’s a beautiful day to be outside among the clouds so white…
Take me to the valley depths and show me to the light…
The space between horizons is colored in sapphire blue…
Midnight stars of Orion shine while holding hands with you…

Stellar dreams of splendid queens and lands so rich and green…
Climb the mountains made of dreams to air that’s pure and clean…
Every night we drift to sleep with good thoughts on our minds…
In the morning chase the sheep and look for hidden signs…

A moment with my merry band among the trees so grand…
Floating off to splendid lands to find the tallest stand…
Stop for moments relaxing on the highest mountaintop..
Heaven is like the freshest air surrounding dew drops…

Waterfalls and robins calls floating through the morning fog…
In the distance under resistance cries a panicked dog…
When I write poems my tattered soul floats right up to the sky…
When I write my dreams my awakening soul will open up and fly…

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Composition in Scraps – Composing Me

“Composition in Scraps” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA – As the name implies… Scraps from a day at work… It was either this or the garbage can… Almost a self-portrait in a way…

Put me in a group of people… And I crumble…
I stutter… Shake… And ultimately stumble…
Nature is my saving grace… My constant drive…
Put me in the forest and watch me come alive…

Know where I’m going… I’m just not sure how to start…
Looking for my salvation in the form of natural art…
Stop for a moment below a twisted mulberry tree…
Every part of which can heal… From root to canopy…

Shattered glass outlines brick like shiny gemstones…
Naked trees against the sky resemble broken bones…
Moments in time always shape our inner perception…
Shadows in our lives lead to shadows in our reception…

Towering grey clouds rise from the distant horizon…
Thunder rumbles as the afternoon humidity rises…
Towering Maple trees sway as the steady breeze blows…
As this moment progresses my tattered spirit grows…

Right here… Right now… I am among the poorest…
The most I have to offer is some pictures of the forest…
Sitting here watching the sun rise over rotten homes…
Sitting here watching the sunrise… While my soul roams…

I never know where my mind will take me… I never know what I will find… But as long as I slow down and pay attention to the world around me… I always find something beautiful… I always find something grand…

Someday… I will find you…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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