reflective lakes -red-

Get in line

Get in line, face the process, wait in a line, fall and tumble

Pick a lane, stay in that lane between those lines

Stick to the line because there is two ends

Wait in a line and watch other lines

Look at a line hanging across the horizon

Drive in this lane the next one is coming up

Find the lane once you see the two lines

In a line to watch a line.  In a line to sit to wait to watching lines spike on a screen

Drive home in a lane waiting in a line waiting for one line to cross another lane.

Your own lane brings you patience your own lane gives you the street

Without a lane you give up on lines but you still go straight

No gutters to brace your impact, no design to enhance your trajectory

Your own line gives you immediacy your own line gives you back time

Without a line would defeat patience and spur spontaneity

Wrong, it all becomes a sliver, it would all lead back to one point

The same point you've been leaving from, the end on a line, the end of a line

Turns it to a ray, one to the next, no line no lane, no lines.  All fine, all time, all mine.

Oh, where the small things were found

I think it's been longer then a few months.  The righteousness poured through the damp sheets of blankets, all four ranging in textures from silk to torn to wool, feeling cumbersome in a room with no closets.  A room without doors, much explored.  A space without place makes the shimmer fade? 

I think its only been a few days right?  A minor memory without a trace, I can't put my finger on it, I want to say that the finer line was upon it but the intersect made me perplexed with a decision I really shouldn't feel.  Fate tells me not of this moment and dreams invade saying the key to a dream is only a path to the bath.  A great leader once told me "/"

It's not really a goal if it started already in a hole.  It's not an accomplishment if you never wanted it and it's not a path unless you drove through a fucking blood bath to get there.  When can I feel satisfied when everything is changing to our eyes, senses layered on lenses, no control over our presence no moment better then the present.  I say that after stealing copious amounts of money.  No better yet I say that after living a few sunny days where I was by myself, possibly alone, training for an opus, wondering if I already passed my onus to some guy with flow on the corner,

I'm just a warner.  I'll probably be rewarded with no mores and close calls.  Calls that you don't get because you didn't have your phone.  It's like update your life to me for this firm stare of loathing.  Motherfuckers know it, Motherfuckers are phonies because they phone home when there homies out by himself self-exposing his will to implode on a lonely sofa.  His bread was open.  The stale met mold met Mushrooms went home.  The tome met stone met Drone all around bone on my living throne.

It's been a long time

When was the last memory I saved?  Too quick to behave in a supply maze.

Little slivers of hazy static atoms, waiting to be packaged

Sent off on a pallet, the blood stained on the mallet's handle.

The hands, the hands of a man, a man trying to be a Man.

I come here for my mission

I find it easier to fish in.

Even though the moments don't stick

Even when the emotions run thick

Backed up by my own shadow, each day the conditions unravel

From dust covered product, the merchandise the only item reaching solace

A faint glimmer of summer from the skylights

A tan, only ten minutes of highlights.

I wish I was over this peak

The kind that make knees weak

It all feels like a week

I'm free to behave irrationally.

Through the liquids of produce

I can't produce a tome

I wish I was back home

Why did I come here?

When the things I know aren't near

A place I singularly fear

Watch the tape

And watch me steer

Under no sleep only stress

I can only hope to impress

Not the shirts with their rest

Not the workers finding time to text

Only a shadow laying

For me next.

reflective lakes - blue

Blue is a color.  A primary, dominant color.  Water flows because of this pigment, the clouds follow suit and casually reflect it.  Blue is calming and levels the nerves, joining hands to support it's claim.  It rolls off into it's own, it towers in place and invades our sight.  It's both sides of a horizon, it draws us in opposite positions. 

Green by Reflective Lakes

This is the first release of our forthcoming project.  We've been working on it since last October with a conceptual process that Brad came up with.  This is Green.  Follow the Rainbow.
A color of aptitude and striking radiance.  Green ties us into the earth and brings forth connections.  These roots form relationships.  Eyes green with confusion.  Builds and forms layers to form a canopy.  The higher you go, the farther you look down, the greener is becomes.  Green isn't primary.  You make it.

Static Particles at Hidden Pearl Cafe (Delagate Night)