Aesthetic Seeking
(From my book “Photographs and Thoughts”)
Search, seek until you find;
Then look some more
Follow the core
For more to explore.
New ideas, new themes
To become
To see
To free oneself
To another plane
To another perspective of the world.
To another perspective of self.

Photographic Art
(From my book “Photographs and Thoughts”)
Press the button
Release the shutter.
Hear the click?
The light found its niche.
And closed the door
To make a form
A latent image
If it’s not unusual,
It could be up for scrimmage.
To take a photograph
All you have to do is see.
But it must also please.
What is in the viewfinder?
Is not as essential
As what is mental.
For selection is elimination
One cannot forget negative space.
And the lenses that place.
The importance is the subtractive method.
Photography, based on chemistry;
Yet the soul, represented by imagery,
Has a life of it’s own.
Just as we are flesh machines,
But don’t all eat saltines.
Photography as art,
Is at its start.
It meets many challenges;
Everyone owns a camera
They’re all art examiners.
Insured of a finished product.
Perfect in itself.
So shot and shoot more.
For it’s necessary to keep
The element of selection.
For all in all
It’s all an extension’
Of a latent image of the imagination.
And it must grow
So close
Your peripheral vision;
And concentrate your thoughts
As the lens elements are,
And shoot, shoot-to pare.

Sincerity
(From my book “Photographs and Thoughts”)
Sincerity is the secret key
To open the path
To the contented sea.
But to be sincere
One must have strength
In one’s career.
To face the hypocrisy
And conspiracies.
Lift above this strong pull
Let the soul
Discover the goal.
Live with one face, one conviction
As Christ did at crucifixion.
See the many faces in the crowd
And stand proud.
For with one true identity
One finds true sincerity.
And the vast mysteries of the sea of society
Becomes a refuge for variety.
To the one with sincerity.

Feathers
(From my book “Photographs and Thoughts”)
Soft, delicate, gentle, fragile, sensuous
Able To float gracefully n the wind.
Carefree, simple, touchable.
Related organically to the earth.
From an animal-warm blooded.
Part of a whole to warm-nonexistent alone.
Uncountable and indistinct in appearance.
Yet taken from its original context.
It’s Beautiful in itself.
Many soft fibers streaming from its backbone.
Constituting a whole in itself.

From Eden to the Twentieth Century
(Based on a photo painting 40” x70”)
(From my book “Photographs and Thoughts”)
We’re here on earth,
From birth.
We came to live awhile.
By no control of ours.
So it perpetuates.
Life is here merely t continue.
Why do we try to smother it?
Decapitate so crudely,
Lives that want breath.
Oh, stifle your brother.
Adam and Eve.
If only they conceived,
The pain everlasting,
And severed communication.
Between people, even sexes.
Perplex ion, perpetuated.
Poisoned into a plague.
That we live with in modern age.
There may be a solution;
If only we are able,
To stay to our resolutions.

Associations
(From my book “Photographs and Thoughts”)
The word means so many things,
And thoughts.
But whatever it suggests,
It’s forever hard to digest.
The essence of it.
Perhaps it’s because
It’s cause is of other causes.
People assemble them
For the betterment
Of something
Or as as the result of something.
Association.
One in relation to another.
Something meaning an idea.
Or ideal.
It cannot exist,
Without this, or that or both.
So write a note
Before he spoke
So that the folks
Know the jokes.
Life-full of associations.
It seems to be made
Of fragments pieced
Or pierced.
Facades of thoughts,
Contradicted by emotions.
Such a whirlwind,
Defends the Dust Cloud theory.
There need no empirical data.
There’s no matter, really.
For the fact is soon changed.
And emphasis, weirdly enough
Is made of other stuff.
Associations make life a cake.
It’s a real treat
But don’t eat all at once.
The choice is lost.
Whether to eat or not.
There will be no end of explanations.
Due to associations.
Layer upon layer.
Use them as a hem.
To fringe your life.
With your selections and associations
Consciously those you know.
Unconsciously there is little control.
So take hold of what is sold.
According to your associations
They will grow old.
On your shoulder.
And eventually smother
Into your effect
On another.

Escape
An illusive idea.
A relative term.
Work out until you’re firm.
Physical
Change environments.
See new things
Meet new people
A postive or negative, rewarding or draining experience.
Does not matter.
In time life is always fatter.
Sailing escape or routine?
Balance routine and change.
Routine-build consistency of a plan
Change-element of spontaneity and food for ideas.
Psychological escape.
The ultimate goal
The book must not fold
A state of mind
There are namy signs.
Tactile or sensing
Seeing then thinking
Worry- let go
Striving verses fate
Lots of seeds to sow.
Taste the cake.
Is it baked?
You decide.
Materialism
Don’t be extreme
You don’t need a lot of cream.
Have a piece or two.
From year to year can vary.
Inquire or assume.
Don’t hurry.
Neither right or wrong.
Just keep singing a song.
It won’t be long.
Balance leisure time and deadlines.
Active minds.
True escape.

Viewpoint
Look to the left then to the right.
Is there anything in sight?
Maybe a kite.
Then to the right again.
Now it’s out of sight.
Do the lines converge with the view?
Perhaps I missed the cue.
Or only bars.
Up and down.
Hear the noise of many cars.
Are we safe in our cage?
Or do we want to escape?
Full of rage.
Over the bridge
Free, in our mind
It basically lies.
Some want it, some don’t want to think about it.
Maybe to a small degree
Conflict.
I hear a plea.
Inside or out?
Of ourselves
You don’t hve a shout
Thinking is exhausting enough.
Let’s talk about other stuff.
Entrapped
For heaven’s sake.
Cannot fly
What to make
Stagnated
See the sky?
Say goodbye
No space for growth
He didn’t say we had to take an oath
Peaceful n a way.
No decisions, they say.

Winter
Winter
The quiet season.
A blanket over the earth.
Life sleeps.
Time to revitalize.
Snow, silent moments.
Reflect upon one’s accomplishments.
The past keeps.
Goals to mark.
A fresh start.
A new year begins.
Heal with Art.

First Snow
So many times
Seeing the same thing
But finally seeing it differently
Makes me sing.
In a different light.
Snow
White light.
In the dark-night.
The Wind grabbing the fakes.
Reflected by night light of NYC.
Dance in the black sky.
Moving Horizontally
I sit high
In a skylit pool deck.
Overlooking Central Park
Watching the slow moving car lights below.
Down the 5th Avenue path.
Life, always moving.
Especially fast in the NYC pace.
Bad weather is soothing.
No one around dares to go out.
Walking by feeling, not by sight.
Fighting the elements, they say.
More similar to harmony with nature.
One can feel the power of the gods.
In “bad” weather.
Is it really “bad”?
I love the challenge of the elements.
Of nature, that is.
The elements that are part of man.
Ones we can feel, touch, see and smell.
Spirits are about the universe.
As humans we are always striving.
To be beyond our bodies.
With drugs, cigarettes, orgasms, etc.
Love is the purest element
That takes us to a human’s highest realm.
The snowflakes, I see
Are so white and pure.
Unison in size, symmetrical crystals in the sky.
Dancing with the wind.
So graceful, yet powerful.
Ending in the morning.
A warm blanket,
The earth sleeps.
PEACE.

Dancer Descending a Staircase NYC II
(Based on a 33"x40" photopainting)
Speak -do we hear?
Only if we choose.
Blow in my ear.
What do you have to loose?
Sexy.
Long legs descending a staircase.
Move slowly.
Magic in Motion.
Like Silk.
No need for lotion.
Body of power.
Rhythm without a notion.
Beautiful face.
Hear music through the body.
Of Grace. LE

Looking Up New York
(Based on a 33"x40" art photopainting)
Proud to be an American
Proud to be a New Yorker.
Free thought.
So lucky to be on this land by chance.
In a place one can look up and see
Whatever one wishes!
Look up look down look sideways.
Whatever...
With a smile or a frown.
Free
Like a flying bird.
Catching a seed.
Gentle sprit.
Look up New York. LE

Trying to Stay Afloat
(Based on my impression of the play “The Goat”)
Try to orange your life
According to your desires?
Or according to society?
Or according to your dreams?
Is there any right or wrong?
Formula to follow, most wish so.
Then, no need for decisions.
Energy is the main power.
Simple, animal primal energy rules.
Below all of our society masks and rules.
We often bury frustration in ambitious work and goals.
Years go by.
There is a void in us we don’t understand.
Beautiful wife and son, lovely home.
Where does this strange, distasteful desire come from and why?
Something to fill a vacuum?
Created by letting time pass and not dealing with one’s feelings.
Looking for an answer.
Right or wrong.
Unnatural acts.
Animal sex, huh.
Need to work out these feelings.
I don’t want to hurt anyone.
But it is inevitable.
Can they understand.
No because their ego blocks them.
Their upbringing too.
They want their values to be your values.
Everyone wants to be in control.
Why?
Who’s to say what is right or wrong?
What is pure?
Everyone tells you what to do
But none tells you how to be happy.