For Friend’s of Emeric : Love, Dreams, & Other Silly Things
What Are Dreams But Enchanted Conversations Made Conscious…
A saga of curiosity arrived today. A lost song that was never known by name, but was part of a mysterious compilation of musings, some known as others disappeared upon the carrier’s death. The nameless song melted from me too. But the flesh remembers a feeling, speaks of a desire once known. You never forget … Read more
She withdrew. I entered what was broken in two. Smooth and wavy, a confused grass and clay. My steps are saturated by the fragrance of wild flowers, a temptation toward their domestic companions. This garden is more chaotic than tamed. Still, a design exists… Moving from the entrance and into the heart of paradise, an eclectic combination of knowledge comes … Read more
On the bluffs of Santa Monica, a few hours before the picture above, a homeless woman in a wheelchair, with a graceful toothless smile, gave me a box of coconut water and said, drink this, Zico; Ive got plenty and you need it more than I do. I see that water bottle in your hand, you’re depleted. … Read more
When Buddha Lies When Buddha lies we laugh. When Buddha lies we cry. When Buddha lies we suffer. When Buddha lies we breathe. When Buddha lies, so do you.
A Sky Prayer by Emeric Damian Like the Sky, I let it pass. It is not who I am. It is not up to me. As the Sky, I see it all, Yet where am I, Am I at all. Point to me, Show me to myself, I am neither here nor there Yet I am.
A Crows Pose Sensual and sleek, a crow posing in a Robins nest, fluffed and moist in the warmth of a movement held still, stretching the body long into her green eyes; Wings disappearing into his body, a body disappearing into his mind, and behind the veil of cupped eyelids he glances towards her darkness. Her sloping … Read more