Author Archives: RastaRicanStudio
When my Soul was wandering in an endless catacomb
I take comfort in your words and also look forward to being next to you.
When my Soul was wandering in an endless catacomb under timber still smoldering from the wreckage of a place I once called home.
You reached in and … Continue reading
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Tagged Ellenville, Poetry, Ramble, shawangunks
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Photoshop is not a dirty word
To some Photoshop is a dirty word.
For it is like a dictionary/thesaurus is to writer.
I use Photoshop to help with my ‘writing with light’ it allows me to use a smaller or larger word to succinct or verbose.
A scalpel or … Continue reading
Posted in Ellenville
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Just me
I need to add more of images and I will start with this one.
Posted in Ellenville
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Shattered windshields to my soul
So I sit here frustrated wanting to do something or commit some sin to stop the tears that flow from my eyes on this day before the Sunrise.
Fifty-one years ago today I was born on an island and to some … Continue reading
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Absence yearns as loneliness engulfs
The eyes see
The mind con-figures
The heart feels
Absence yearns as loneliness engulfs
Posted in Ellenville
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I watch the minutes fall off the clock like drops of rain into the ocean.
I watch the minutes fall off the clock like drops of rain into the ocean. I know where each falls but cannot see where it went.
When I was with you my despair you would wrest from my soul.
When we took … Continue reading
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Tagged Poetry, Rambling
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Your words do not fall on deaf ears nor on blind eyes
Your words do not fall on deaf ears nor on blind eyes but help steer a soul from a cloudy day to a clear tomorrow.
The eyes see all but the mind brushes over that vision a brush tainted with emotions.
If … Continue reading
Through the windows to my soul
Through the windows to my soul, I captured the image of the most obscene vision
That I would ever see.
It’s the un-natural act of a man made famine on dark skinned people who once were
just like me!
Through the windows to my … Continue reading
I have nothing of value but words recycled by the juxtaposition of letters and they are my only currency.
I have nothing of value but words recycled by the juxtaposition of letters and they are my only currency.
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Raising my son
I might not agree with all that he said and how he handles some parts BUT I have a 19 year old in an ivy league college you is a cross country runner.
I had a hard life and that has … Continue reading
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