Filmography

Here are some film photos of a couple of friends, (except the homeless guy who I gave a couple dollars to photograph.)

Brick Break Love

I am not a writer, I merely enjoy writing my aimless thoughts :)
Enjoy.


I beseech your grace.
Unknown to the strangers.
Unspoken to our neighbors.
How must I be who I want to.
If not for you?

You seem to call me when I am down and unspoken.
How must I be myself?
My own happiness.
If you are unheard and lost.
Have you called when I was gone?
How must I ever return?
Return to peace and love.
Where must my mind wander off
In order to catch a glimpse?
To catch a ray of your hope.

As you seem to be so confident and secure.
I am broken from this nightmare.
This game has made me weak and desperate.
How could you or I be one and together?

You look so at peace while I am at such despair.
Gazed into the hollow eyes of love.
Looking forever more.
Forever there is a limit.
Infinite bound.
Bound without reason.
Without song and rhythm

I must look upon others for help.
I seem to be so honest.
I must have her heart in my own.
My mind, in touch with her inner complexion.
Color of old.
Hue of young.
Unsure and lost.
I must gaze into the eyes of freedom.
Look into the other and where must I be found.
Where can I be without the other, without you?

You seem so fine and delicate.
I am afraid to touch your fragile heart.
Your delicate being.
Framed in this so ever perfect world.
Which we might have deemed as perfection.
How must we be perfect? If not for your grace.
You seem to cause perfection.
Without another we might be in touch.

In love with our very being.
In love with our own desires.
We must love that we strive for perfection
We must be coherent with our freedom
Our love for humanity.
Our desire to be whole.
You may seem at peace.
At love with your own being.
We must ask if that is how you may be.
If that is your true desire?

Hidden in your own perfection.
In your own stardom
Your own love.
I thought I was there.
In your redemption.
In your grace.
I guess I was wrong.
I am at peace with knowledge.
With the knowledge of your disgrace.
Disgraced for what and how we may desire.
Unsure of where to begin.
And to make this anymore unsure and anymore awkward
I told you the story of my heart.
The story I have not told many. The story that seemed to have been forgotten.
The story which seemed to be my own.

Lost in this beautiful paradigm
When must we pay heed.
When must we stop obsessing.
When could we be together.
Fulfill this dream.
This ever long journey through your heart.
Through my deception.
I look into your eyes and I don't see any response
The line has been broken.
It has been discounted.
It has been forever lost.
And forever forgotten!
You seem to have all the answers to my darkest dreams.
The answers to my most foolish mind.
To where I want my heart to run.
To gallop to where it seemed free
To where all was forgotten and to where we all seem one.

All that I have wrote has been considered in all its foolishness.

Dave and Busters

These are some photos of my friend Dave, we took one afternoon a few months back. I have already posted these photos before, and as much as I love them I thought its worth re-sharing.

Bona Fide Existence

As I lay in thought and solitude.
Damien ringing in my ears.
I wonder what we desire from days end.
What is it that sates our ever long struggle?
How do we quench that thirst and love for accomplishment?
I have realized that every persons dreams and accomplishments differ from one another.
If I could only dream out loud. Where would that dark fantasy travel?

You look into the eyes of many. For eyes are the soul and tell the human his dreams. Where he has been and where he would ever want to be.
We must look again for that time when we were free
Looking into the eyes of life and opportunity.

For when I look into your eyes, I feel reborn.
You are on my mind from when we dawn and to when we set.
Isn't life supposed to be conquered alone?
Sometimes I feel we must not be alone.
What kind of life is it when not done alone?
I am only familiar with life in solitude. Never realized others.

Brought my own fantasy into reality. My own reality untold and fantasized by others.
How must we view unrealistic? Unreal to oneself or others?
I feel like I am going mad. Mad in my own reality. Unsure of how we feel and unsure of how I feel. I haven't been genuine to my own realism.
Unfortunate life and hopeless love. How my heart longs.
So hard to have something we may not have. Or must sacrifice our morals to even beg. Where is the point where we, stop begging or begin?
How must we sacrifice our dignity to achieve what we truly want or desire?

I've only wanted to believe and achieve my hearts and mind desire.
Sometimes I ponder. What is greater? Heart or mind, to whom must we pay heed?
I feel like true freedom is being able to balance both peacefully and equally.
God bless peace. Peace is our source of true power. Although anger might be beneficiary and great. How must man balance life.
My mind wonders and races. From far lands of feelings to the valley of my stuporous thoughts.

All I wish is to connect all these broken dreams. Link this broken paradigm.

Lady Mama's Mama

The other day, I was walking down the street and ran into Mimi Hecht (who actually has her own great blog). I happened to have my camera on me so I took a photo of her adorable child (who is also Shneur (but without a 'c'))
I could not decide on which version, color or black and white? On the one hand his eyes and hair are so vibrant, but the feeling and emotion that the B&W portray are amazing!

Feel free to comment your opinions.

Check out her blog! LadyMama.org

Park Rendezvous

On Friday I met my brother, niece, and nephew at the park. Of course I brought my camera to photograph his beautiful children.

Counterfeit Realism

We ask away our questions, brought together by hopes and dreams.
Lost in this world alone.
Focus on how to self express and become one with the world.
It leaves me alone. Abandoned in this beautiful artistic world I have created.
Who do I share my joy with?
Where do I say my anger?

The canvas of my heart is forever tainted.
I can not add another color, fresh hue or shade of hope.
For I am widowed in this world I have discovered.
It has brought me away from reality not any closer.
As I approach the things that have made me finer and closer to where I want to be. I am unsure what kind of universe I have composed.
When I try to connect the outside.
I am shunned and altered as queer and irregular.
Sometimes I dream of just being regular and normal with things the way I hoped when I was but nine.

I only dream to have the things I can not attain. Why is that?
Why have I become this demented goal seeker, and never content?
She brings light in my darkened eyes and hope and love for the future.
What have I become that my happiness depends on another?
I have become too accustomed and lonely in my own perfect illusion.
Sometimes I feel like I have been floating on clouds, the clouds from my evaporated tears.
And I still have not found the truth in wisdom. For you bring me out of my false dreams.

I have created this myriad of deception.
This reality that I title as real.