In the Dark – Stay Outside and Play

“In the Dark” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA

I am but a tiny being on this massive rock… I am a rock…
I am but an observant soul… Lost… Looking for a way to be found…
Looking for a way to ask for something I can’t define…
Looking for that elusive sign… Looking for myself…
Searching through the darkness…
Realizing I am of the darkness…

All is well… Everything is just peachy…
My lie of a smile denies you the real me…
Blue skies combined with yellow clouds in gray…
Evenings approach ushers in another orange day…
Another day of labor… Another day in the heat…
Another day I didn’t wave the white flag of defeat…

“Ninebark at Night” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA

I am a fighter… I am on the outside one-percent…
And I have no desire to come inside…
I have no desires because my addictions took them away…
Fingerprint ID and the mug shot to display…
That is why I garden… That is why I plant seeds…
That is why I consider you when figuring for my needs…

I am not equal to anyone… I am six-feet below you…
I am staring up at the ground looking for a new view…
Looking for a way to erase these horrid memories…
Looking for a way to find peace with my enemies…
Looking for a way to find peace with myself…
With my memories… With my past… With you…

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Composition in Scraps – Primary

“Composition in Scraps – Primary” – Bricks from my garden… River stones from the alley… Dandelions and Buttercups… Blue Flag Iris… Bamboo… Red Twig Dogwood… Apple…

A collaboration of a few of the things I find beautiful… Mere scraps to most… But to me… To me these things all posses as much individual beauty as they do as one composition… They were collected for a reason… They were collected to define a season… They were collected to define me…

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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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Metaphysical Metamorphosis – Tragedy is a Seed

“New Years Tragedy” – January 1st, 2014 12:15AM – Rebecca Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA – NOT MY HOUSE – Everyone got out… Four families left homeless… All found assistance from the American Red Cross… This building is next door to the garden I am starting this spring…

Reality sucks… Occasionally… We have to reject it…

Tragedy is a seed… A necessary part of life…
The change on our backs… Will lead us to the light…
One mans tragedy… Is another mans seed…
A caterpillar goes in… A butterfly is freed…

Dreams constant… Just like clouds of smoke…
Memories of the past… Make way for the future…
Planting seeds in the dust of the past…
Water and love make the gardens grow fast…

“All Things Change” – January 1st, 2014 12:15AM – Rebecca Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA

Tragedy is a seed… A necessary part of life…
Metaphysically morphing… Changes in the night…
A twist on tragedy… A tragic twist…
More than check marks on your divine list…

My God could never be a man… He is a butterfly…
He watches from above… Answers before we cry…
Picks us up when life gets strange…
Reminding us that all things change… WE change…

“Chasing Butterflies” – Summer 2013 – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA

Tragedy is a seed… A necessary part of life…
Sow it in the earth… The sun shines bright…
Fire is neutralized by water and ice…
Life is the equivalent of rolling the dice…

Be the butterfly… Metamorphically change…
Spread your wings… Expand your range…
Live each day as if your last…
Look forward to the future and forget your past…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Cold Weather Warms the Soul

The winter fog settles on the sleepy street… The only thing louder than my heartbeat is the sound of silence… And the occasional cats meow… With a steady pace I cut through the fog… Rain drops fall so I start to jog… Through a puddle I feel the cold… Soggy bottoms but a warming soul… Soon my socks are making sounds… Hop along and skip around… December weather urban splendor… Midnight visions spiritually render…

Looking at these midnight sights… Orange glow from the street lights… Tonight the clouds must be especially sleepy… Purposely making the world look creepy… Stuck to the ground… Not making a sound… A slight breeze smells of the snow… Cutting through the rain shower I go… Cutting through the air… And cutting through my mind…

Urban life is really something special… Wildlife and those living the wild life… Friendly folks and mean… Even the occasional obscene… Houses packed like books on a shelf… Side by side… Like volumes in a series… Each one is similar… But completely different…

Many of us go for months… Without actually touching the Earth… We drive on roads… And we walk on sidewalks… But our feet never actually touch the ground… Like at some point it became taboo to do…

Put your feet on the Earth… Bury your seeds in the ground… Harvest your veggies… And pass them around…

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Decay to Blue – Common Unity

“Decay to Blue” – Wilkinsburg, PA

Peach clouds speckled against a baby blue sky…
Ultraviolet light permeates the candlelight ambience…
Sunset pink jet trails zig zag across the sky…
Evening is on the way…

Sitting in the valley between urban mountains…
Among the red bricks and mortar fountains…
Patches of green between the asphalt lines…
Intermittently sprinkled with warning signs…

Abandoned homes outnumber the homeless…
Food supplies outweigh the hopeless…
Abandoned lots… Future farm land…
A little effort will put food in your hand…

Every community should plant a tree…
Build a garden and teach for free…
The end goal should be common unity…
Found at the heart of every community…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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