Wings Of Freedom

Summer Dreams: Part 1

2010-03-16T11:02:00.003-04:00

Sometimes I feel like the summer wind,
blowing in
to your house
full of disrespect.
Blowing peacefully,
yet still disregarding your privacy.

This is not who I want to be.
So I tell stories
to make you try and like me.
I can't lie forever, but I'll try.
And when I'm gone, you wouldn't even cry.

Stories are stories are stories, even if not true.
If I really believe, I can tell them to you.
Finding secrets in graves, and branches, and streams;
The air screams out it's different furies on a stormy night.
Exhaustion....
Something we all feel.

The Tale of the Ghost Bears

2010-01-18T19:27:00.003-05:00

A young boy asked his Grandmother once:
"Gran'ma? Can you tell me about the 'Ghost Bears'? Sis says they'll eat me if I don't do the dishes for her. Is that true?"
The Grandmother smiles a thin crooked smile, and a mischievous glint comes to her eyes (this is always her expression when about to start a tale).

"Well, deep in the woods, past where only the few bravest, most foolish humans have gone, wander the Ghost Bears. Doomed to wander the earth forever hungry. Trapped somewhere between life and death. They are so terrifying to behold, that the only one person to survive them has since gone mad. All that is known of their appearance is as follows. Their eyes glow with the hellfire of their eternal damnation. They have claws like scythes, two feet long, which are able to gut a grown man from head to toe. From their backs sprout spines 4 feet long, which are sharp as a butcher's knife. But worse of all, is their hearts. For in the ghost bears' case, the original organ has ceased to function. So, in order to keep their ghostly blood pumping through their ghostly veins, and therefore continue their eternal wanderings, they have replaced their hearts with the engines of aeroplanes. It is said, when a Ghost Bear wishes your death, you will hear it from over a mile away."
"What's it sound like!?" the boy asks in a quavering voice.
The Grandmother cups her hands over her mouth and says "WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP"
A look of true unbound terror crosses the boy's face.
The Grandmother smiles and laughs "Boy, it's only legend. They can no more harm you than a single ant. Don't let your sister frighten you into doing her chores for her. And anyways, you go tell her that Ol' Granma-ma says that Ghost Bears only go after those with a wicked heart, since if they get one truely, 100% grade A wicked heart, they can be free of their curse. Tell her I say she better shape up, or else I'll call the ghost bears here with a secret spell my Mama told me, and they'll steal her heart away from her."

The boy laughs and smiles the same sort of crooked mischievous smile his Grandma did, and dashes off towards the kitchen. From where she sits in the living room, Grandma can see the boys older sister put her hands to her face in horror and rush to do her portion of the night's dishes. The boy turns, winks at Grandma, (who winks back) and turns back to cleaning the table as he was earlier.

Grandma sits back in her chair and looking up at a picture on the mantle piece above the fireplace, let's out a sigh. With a sad, whishful look on her face she whispers aloud, "If only they knew how you two passed on...frightens my heart cold, to know that they may one day face the same horror I just told them wasn't real...frightens it colder than the Antarctic it does."

We walk with the dead, but on top of their heads.

2010-01-11T16:17:00.013-05:00

As promised: a post entirely dedicated to pictures I've taken in cemeteries!!

My friend Nessa and I went cemetery hopping one day! This is her next to a headstone she really likes, because it says "Remember Me" on it.

More headstones in the Town of Warwick Cemetery. I love how headstones look when they are all lined up on a hill.

This crow moved onto that headstone from a smaller one. I think it wanted me to take it's picture. Seriously, I think it did!

Nessa admires a little kids grave. It 's a tiny garden, which is adorable and sweet.

Nessa on top of a crypt! Hope the people inside don't mind! o~o

These next photos are from a visit prior to the above visit. This visit, me and another of my friends, Sheila went to the Goshen Cemetery in Goshen, NY.

This was only my second time taking pictures of a cemetery, but I got some good shots nonetheless!

I love the light in this picture.

And I love this picture a metric fuckton!

This tree was later named "Big Mama Tree". I love my friends and their imaginations. :P
I does kinda look like it's watching over those smaller graves over there, so the name fits. :)

"Oh Big Mama Tree, whatever shall I do?"
"How'm I s'posed ta know? I watch dead people all day! What would you want me to say?"

That's what I imagine would be the sorta question-response you can expect of a cemetery tree. I s'pose such a trees advice (should it indeed give any) would be "Dig a hole and lie down in it. That seems to work."

Well, that's that. That was a lot of picture up-loading. And a lot of fun. Definitely gonna do this again as soon as it gets warm 'round these parts. New York is fricken cold this time of year!!

Oh,and if you want proof that I'm not a vampire who lures pretty ladies into a cemetery and sucks them dry of blood; notice all the pictures are in daylight.

Thanks everyone, and remember you're life is wasting away.
Just kidding, don't take the tree's advice.

-Timothy

Cell phone photography- I'm surprisingly good at it.

2010-01-02T20:39:00.005-05:00

Here are some pictures I've taken with my cell phone. Interesting medium choice yes, but I believe it is paying off.

"The eye of modern technology shines in the Night; Cold."

I took this in front of my friend Theresa's house while waiting in my car for her to show up there. It was such a beautiful winter night, and such a beautiful scene, I couldn't help but take a picture of it. See, cell phones are good for at least one thing.
Props if you figure out what the eye in the title is.

"Friends with flowers"

Taken at the Tuscan Cafe in Warwick during open mic. This was when I first got my new phone, and I wanted to see how good the camera is. It's decent.

Well, that's that. I'm gonna arrange a special cemetery photo show for my next post. I take pictures in cemeteries a lot. I love cemeteries!

Forever yours
Timothy

I came up with this song in the shower this morning!

2009-11-16T16:28:00.001-05:00

[CHORUS]
Someday we'll be together, surviving all kinds of weather
Someday I'll be with you, with all of our friends or alone and content

[CHORUS]

[Verse 1]
Through fields I'll be running with you
stopping to pick all the strawberries
Through the woods we're gonna run
while dancing with all of the faeries

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2]
Someday we'll be in a small house in Canada
with a dog, some cats, and assorted furry animals
sitting by the fire with you,
sipping our tea I say "I love you true"

Someday we'll be together, surviving all kinds of weather
Someday I'll be with you, with all of our friends or alone and content
yeah, with all of our friends or alone- and con-tent-

Cold Northern Wind

2009-11-09T14:51:00.005-05:00

I am the Northern Wind, bitter and cold.
Full of terrible power,
I chase away the Summer
and cause December Snow to fall.

_________________________
The internet says this is not plagiarism of someone else's words, but they still seem hauntingly familiar. I feel as if I've heard them before...I really hope that I came up with them, but I just can't shake this feeling that they're some other's. Strange.

Lullaby

2009-09-16T03:08:00.004-04:00

I'm always with you in thought and feeling
sweet dreams, I love you more than words can tell,
and don't you EVER forget.

This is the most beautiful thing I've ever written.

Healer Spirit and 'Perfect' patch concept

2009-09-03T01:24:00.005-04:00

Picture time again, 'cause I haven't done so in a while. I wish the first picture would just stay in line with the other one in the middle. Oh well, visual diversity. Making things interesting.

"Perfect" patch concept
(too look all 'pro'- 8.5x11 printer paper. Ballpoint pen, yellow Prismacolor marker)

Just a simple concept drawing showing my idea for a patch showing my idea of the perfect house. Small, sustainable (the garden you can just see a scarecrow in), a tree with a tire swing (not a noose, please don't think it's that in the picture ^^;), and in a nice clean field where you can see the stars. Funny thing though, this is only one of my ideas of my dream 'perfect house'.
Oh well, more diversity, more choices, more options. More interesting perhaps?

"Healer Spirit"
(8.5x11 printer paper.Pencil, and felt-tip marker)

I like this one a whole lot. It's my favorite Illust-
ration that I've done recently. The tribal looking
designs and shapes surrounding the spirit's head
are (in my mind) somewhat representative of
thoughts. Think of it as thoughts being energy,
and that energy moving between minds and
effecting things. I'm thinking about the shapes as
a sort of 'thought aura'. Thoughts as energy,
gathering around a person. Maybe thoughts
affect energy? Who knows, right? Maybe there
are spirits, and maybe some of those spirits fix
broken thoughts and broken minds? Maybe they
help us bring out thoughts together, or even to
form thoughts? Maybe they in return they get to
experience our thoughts. Maybe they get to live
too? Maybe...I should just keep wondering, so
they don't get bored.

Ghost Children (the blind man laments the death of children)

2009-08-28T02:05:00.009-04:00

Children dance on the tops of gravestones
and I can't understand
why you can't hear the pitter patter of little feet
as the children march off to war
as you run off to play your games outside our door

Have you eyes gone blind too?
Is it your tongue that binds your words?
Why won't your feet still move you?
Have I lost you?

Oh darling daughter-
why did you disappear?
why did you follow those children, into their stupid war
their lantern lit lights where not meant for you

Oh dearest daughter-
What gravedigger put you here?
What filthy hands helped put you in the cold dead dirt?
(six feet under)

[Breakdown-some words might go here at some point?]

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[SPOKEN-( )'s are whispered in response]
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And as you lie there,
(children start their war)
content in your funeral bed,
(bullets in tiny hands)
a prayer is said,
(struggling they disengage their safeties)
The dirt is shoveled back,
(children fall bleeding)
You're never seen again.
(A tiny fist clenches a picture of mom)
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Sshh, quiet dears,
Death is here to take you to your new home.

Heartstrings [Work In Progress]

2009-08-16T22:51:00.003-04:00

[Verse 1]
I am a very timid sensitive boy
so don't pull on my heartstrings or my heart might fall right down to the floor
and explode
I'm like that sometimes so full of emotions
I overflow like an ocean
and so like a sailor lost at sea,
[CHORUS] sometimes I entertain the notion of going home
to my mind where it's safe...
...at least I hope that's the case

The story to date...
Well I haven't made any posts since June so I figured, for those waiting for something I'd give something. Here's a song I just started working on last night.
It popped into my head, and I had to right it down before it disappeared forever.
Good thing I wasn't driving eh? Hahaha, Tom Waits reference.

Having to do with birthdays, and bubblegum monsters

2009-06-23T01:24:00.006-04:00

A BIRTHDAY MANIFESTO

Let me tell you why I need birthdays.
Imagine if you will, the world.
Without birthdays, without holidays.
Not very interesting is it?
What is there to live for?
where is that burst of light, that inspiration, what is there to look forward too?
what's so wrong about a day that is different from all the others?

Differences.
Ah,differences. They make things revolve, and clash. Grind against each other until sparks
fly out, like bandits jumping a stagecoach.
Flash, bang!
A feeling explodes into my mind, something new yet...familiar.
This days different.
This day is for me.
Not my cats, not that small boy at the busstop chewing bubblegum.
ME, MINE.
It's this fact that keeps me going.
I've made myself a pact, when things go to hell I say to myself:
"okay, things are shit, but- if I can just hold out till my next birthday, I'll feel good again, I'll celebrate the fact that I'm alive. I'll have won another victory in this war I call life."

And on that day, my special day, I will jump out of my chair, vault up many flights of stairs
onto a roof, careen violently out the door, out into the open air just to scream one simple
small rant at the top of my lungs.

That one rant, that one saving grace:
"HAHA! TAKE THAT DEATH! I AM ALIVE! ALIVE I TELL YOU, I'VE GOT ANOTHER YEAR ON YOU, WHAT'CHA GONNA DO 'BOUT THAT HUH?
I'M ONE YEAR FARTHER AWAY FROM YOU! I'M MORE ALIVE THAN EVER! YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD ME BUT OOOOHHH NO!
YOU'RE NEVER GETTING ME YOU RAT BASTARD!
NOT ME NO HOW!"

And that temporary insane bravado is comforting.
Because sometimes life explodes into so many cats,sparks,and bubblegum. Monsters even.
But I learn to live with those bubblegum monsters.
Because I have a birthday next week.
And they're invited.

A riddle of nothing and everything.

2009-06-18T14:11:00.003-04:00

To look into their eyes is to see nothing.
To see nothing at all, to see forever.
To see all and none.
To stay only the same, but change.
No thoughts, but to have dreams.
What are their eyes, but love itself?

Flowering Heart (a song for you and me) [SONG # 3]

2009-04-11T11:39:00.002-04:00

Flowering Heart (a song for you and me)
Plant our words in dirt
hoping that a heart will grow
Maybe this flowering heart
will grow up to be a tree
Strong and tall
watching over you and me.

Maybe this heart will explode
and out will come an ocean
and we'll take a swim in it
and I'll be swept out to sea
But I'll find home 30 years later
and you'll remember me.

Because friendships don't expire
or stop at ocean shores
and being in love is more than lovin'
it's letting your heart become a tree.

And I can't help but think that when we die
that the pretty flowers next to our graves
are the hearts of you and I
reminding us of why we lived at all,
laying back watching the clouds in the sky.

Scatter the floor like newsprint

2009-03-26T01:10:00.009-04:00

Some old photos. Titles (if any ) are in italics. I picked the ones that meet my incredibly high standards for myself. Hope you like them. :)

Sunfall- taken on a porch attached to a house, which is attached to Long Beach island. So far, this is my favorite picture I've taken.

Workspace- Just a picture of my desk where I work. Taken a really long time ago. I rather like the contrast and pitch black shadows.

Nightwork- Another picture of my desk, I like the contrast better in this photo. The shadows are really dark, which makes the light all the more intense. This is why I love black and white film.

This was taken on a trip to South Korea I went on in 2007.

this was taken from the tour bus as it drove over a bridge. This is the street below. If it weren't for the Korean sigh just visible in the lower left hand corner, I'd think this was possibly New york City, or someplace in Jersey that was close to there.

Another Korea picture, this was one of the main gates of Korea's capital Seoul hundreds of years ago in the city's history (might even be longer than that, I'm not sure). One of the more famous gates, the West gate, which is right in the middle of modern day Seoul, burned to the ground recently. It was suspected to be an arson. I saw a news clip of it burning, and people were literally weeping (some falling to their knees) in despair as they watched it burn down. Koreans take their history very seriously. It's a part of them, and they respect it greatly.

World's cutest garbage can- I thought I'd wrap this post up with a sillier photo. this is a picture I jsut had to take of a garbage can, cause it looked so cute with that little yellow face on it. that yellow bannana shaped guy is seen all over Seoul, I think he's one of their mascots for some program, or the logo of their garbage service, I'm not sure. Another guy you see a lot is an animeish looking guy on a scooter, looking insanely happy, as he reminds people to ride their scooters cautiously and at a safe speed. He's on banners all over Seoul, 'cause a lot of people ride scooters, and mopeds, and the like.

Sharing what I woke up with (song # 2)

2009-03-20T03:40:00.002-04:00

This morning I woke up, and I was an octopus
and strangely three out of my eight legs, they were peg legs
which made it kinda hard to swim
but I didn't let things feel grim
because above me, there were pirates
who sailed the deep blue sea,
and these pirates, they really needed me
because they were constantly having their legs blown off by cannonballs,
and they didn't know how to carve peg legs

So upon looking down at my three legs,
I realized hey! I know how to carve peg legs!
so I shared what legs I could, and used the others to carve more,
and the pirates were grateful for ever and ever more
and we partied all night until I fell asleep
and next morning,
I (unfortunately) woke up as a tree

Been Travelling (WIP)

2009-03-12T01:07:00.001-04:00

Doodle from class, still a work in progress, but here's what I have so far.

Yes, I know her head is a bit big.

2009-03-12T00:26:00.004-04:00

Two short poems and a story for you. I am rather proud of the story, so i hope you enjoy! When you read it, see if you can understand the moral. There may be more then one (who knows?). I am sure there is more than meets the eye, so use your's to find that something more.

Mist
Watching life running by;
playing amongst the graves.
Eating Death,
drinking Life.

Look up here child
We look upward towards moons and sing to the stars.
But some of us look upwards and shout,
Frightened, the stars cry; blazing infernos of sadness,
plummeting towards life.

Stars
Stars tend to roam across the universe.
They do this quite frequently, and they know the way well.
But sometimes they stumble.
And when that happens, they shed tears.
They cry out "Who has tripped me, who has tripped me?
How could they do such a thing! I've skinned my knee!"
But the one who tripped them didn't mean to,
it was an accident, it wasn't their fault!
So, they hide.
They are scared, scared of the stars tears,
but more so scared of why the stars are crying.
It's all my fault the tripper thinks,
It's always my fault.
So the tripper cries too,
and continues to hide.

Now, the tripper could say to the stars, I'm sorry! I tried to rush past to fast, and I've tripped you! I'm so sorry! Can you ever forgive me!?
And of course the stars would forgive the tripper, 'It's all ok, really, don't cry' they'd say.
And the tripper would even feel better, and thank the stars for their kindness.
They'd get to talking.
They'd even be friends.
Yeah.....they'd be friends.

Let's start things off wit a song

2009-03-12T00:17:00.001-04:00

I think we're on ta sum'in
If winter is a womb then by summer I'll be born.
I'll get a chance to inhabit this earth that I stand for,
to live, to feel, to be more than just alive.
To be me, to see with my own open eyes.

So here I go, watch me swing as I float from tree to tree
free as I could forever ever hope to be
safe from all the chaos, safe from all the wars
safe from all the worries that I had before

And I'm so glad I've found you, what would I ever do with out you?
Where ever we go I hope to never be behind you,
all I ever hope is to always be beside you
on land or on a boat, you're the one who gives me hope
you're the one,
yeah you're the one......

LET'S LIVE LIFE ON THE ROPES!

`Stop your tears dear, what's with this sudden fear?
It's okay if we haven't left, forget all those reasons why we've wept
I just hope you know and that your heart decides to hear
that we are way more than just our fears

SO WATCH US GO!

Here we go, watch us swing as we float from tree to tree
free as we could forever ever hope to be
safe from all the chaos, safe from all the wars
safe from all the worries that we had before

'Cause when the summer comes, nothing will ever stop our fun
We are free, free as can be as we float from tree to tree,
we are safe we are secure we are our own cure
why don't we just leave today?
I'll open the front door....and we'll just float away.

To whom it may concern

2009-03-11T23:52:00.000-04:00

Hello, pleased to make your acquaintance, whoever you are. I hope you find this collection of small and large things, of varying importance but, nonetheless meaningful to your liking. I hope you want to go get out there -it's what I'd hope you'd consider doing-, so you leap out off your seat, throw on some shoes (or a feeling, whatever fits you best), throw open your door, take a giant leap, and let those wings fly you where you want to go. If you're a land-walking type of person, your legs will do just fine. Don't worry, I don't judge how you got somewhere, I'll only appreciate that you got there.

But, if you happen to be sick, or sad, need inspiration, or are just settling in for the night, why not give this collection a look see? I put it here for you, whoever you are, why not unwrap your present from me to you? 'Cause art is a gift, one that should be shared and free as the wind.
I just want to share, so don't think me pretentious just because I call my art a gift, that's not the impression I wish to give.
My only hope, and my only wish is to make someone, anyone, at least one person, happy.
That's all I hope for in life. It's better that way.