Saturday, March 31, 2012

doing other things

doing other things by Damian Gadal
doing other things, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Only magic preys
on night
sheepishly...

Friday, March 30, 2012

no getting away

no getting away by Damian Gadal
no getting away, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
"We will have total control of you"

Hey you bad dream, nightmare
cross eyed vision of the dull burning past
go away
Hey you lustful enticing glimpse of the future,
of uncertainty
don't tease me...
just fade away.
You're both strangers to me today

Tension, Tension
Who's really crossed the line?
There's something wrong in the atmosphere
There's a price paid for being here...
parasites picking away at our bones...
clawing at our souls...
we're left ravaged and in fear,
wilted, but beyond control...
on the frontier...
just rolling stones.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Cheap Gas

Cheap Gas by Damian Gadal
Cheap Gas, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Things haven't improved much in the last four years.  The economy is still in the toilet, gas prices are still higher than they should be, and the jobs that went away haven't come back.

It's time we try something new.

It's time we thought differently and faced a new reality.

If we don't, the peril we face is of our own making.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Grub Line

Grub Line by Damian Gadal
Grub Line, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Our days are given away by the moments.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Low tide and clouds

Low tide and clouds by Damian Gadal
Low tide and clouds, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Cell phones are transforming photography. These small devices are capturing the world around us in exciting new ways scarcely imagined five years ago.

They've removed the need to be tied to a computer to share with the world, and made photography much more spontaneous.

I trust that tablets will take this transformation a step further.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Breaking things

Breaking things by Damian Gadal
Breaking things, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
It seems like we really should have been paying attention to the man behind the curtain.

If we had, we wouldn't be in the jam we're in today.

The economy is in shambles, and we're at a point where we just can't seem to pick up the pieces and put it all back together.  Call it a state of denial.

Until we can take a long hard look at ourselves, admit our mistakes, and prioritize our energies, things will continue to fall apart. 

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Moved on

Moved on by Damian Gadal
Moved on, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
going to chase other dreams,
going to see other places,
while the tides are in my favor.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

I fall to pieces

I fall to pieces by Damian Gadal
I fall to pieces, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
They say time will heal,
and that the heart forgets,
the sorrow and the pain...
that love begets.
does it?

Friday, March 23, 2012

Right at home

Right at home by Damian Gadal
Right at home, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
It's as if you were always there,
an immovable force...
my connection.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Since you've been gone

Since you've been gone by Damian Gadal
Since you've been gone, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Dipping fingers into the black tides of the sea
The time is right
The hour is now
desire, desire,
deep rooted destiny.
Running,
Running,
Depleted resources
Visions,
Visions,
coming into focus
Extortion, Explanation, Exclamation,
conspiracy hot on the horizon
Sages done fast...

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

There goes the hood

There goes the hood by Damian Gadal
There goes the hood, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Seems everywhere you turn,
something's falling apart...

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

She hears voices

She hears voices by Damian Gadal
She hears voices, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Her thoughts are
dusty antiques..
matters of the heart
now obsolete,
their expression
cold and indiscreet...
chained down,
preserved for display...
a silhouette that moves
with the waning day ...

Monday, March 19, 2012

Touch the prize

Touch the prize by Damian Gadal
Touch the prize, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
and when it's all over,
does it matter that we worked,
and we cried,
that we loved,
that we tried,
as we sold our precious time,
for this is how we died...

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Verizon Crew

Verizon Crew by Damian Gadal
Verizon Crew, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Given the shift in our economy, and the exploding growth in wireless...
Let's hope for some expanding infrastructure.  Without it, we're in big trouble.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Wave warning

Wave warning by Damian Gadal
Wave warning, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
We need protection from ourselves...
We heed not warnings,
nor recollections...
danger just one of many spells,
we fall for again and again....

Friday, March 16, 2012

At the office

At the office by Damian Gadal
At the office, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Distorted connections
that suck up life...
Promises adding up
to nothing...
it's lies and strife
that win elections....

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Raining in Lebec

Raining in Lebec by Damian Gadal
Raining in Lebec, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
It was a sad day,
lonely and quiet...
everything hanging still,
under gray...

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Coffee Shack

Coffee Shack by Damian Gadal
Coffee Shack, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
A little something to get the day started.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

I don't know why

I don't know why by Damian Gadal
I don't know why, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
The pieces don't always fit back together.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Worse for the Wear

Worse for the Wear by Damian Gadal
Worse for the Wear, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
There's an old woman rocking in the attic,
She's watching form the tiny window,
with a grin she knows your dark secrets.
Her dust laden chair clicks off measures of time, your life...
The pool of reflection is glazed over,
your path is straight...
she's waiting for you to join her...

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Pizzs

Pizzs by Damian Gadal
Pizzs, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
The silence upon the place bothered me,
it even smelled quiet...
This is what the world has come to be,
a land of desolate catastrophe...

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Down in the Valley

Down in the Valley by Damian Gadal
Down in the Valley, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Headed out for a bit to explore green pastures and bask in silence...

Friday, March 9, 2012

For Repairs

For Repairs by Damian Gadal
For Repairs, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
There's a beauty in the everyday that we tend to overlook.  A camera can help change that a little bit.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Off the grid

Off the grid by Damian Gadal
Off the grid, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Make no mistake about it...
people have fallen through the cracks,
we've lost our way and have yet to do the things needed to adapt a changed world and put the great recession behind us.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Behind closed doors

Behind closed doors by Damian Gadal
Behind closed doors, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
My time has been consumed
by things standing in the way,,,
imagination on hold,
locked away...
dark and cold...
waiting for the light of day.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

In a hurry

In a hurry by Damian Gadal
In a hurry, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Fast and faster,
left and right,
I chase the ball,
I wag my tail...

Monday, March 5, 2012

Before they disappeared

Before they disappeared by Damian Gadal
Before they disappeared, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Can you hear them singing,
or see them running?
Chasing after love,
gone,
running scales,
like poets with guitars,
the beat fades...

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Bar Open

Bar Open by Damian Gadal
Bar Open, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
"Bartender, my I have another Stoley and soda with one lime, please?"

"Sure, but that'll be the last.  Were closing soon."

Mona knew the place was closing.  That was the reason she didn't wait for the cocktail waitress.  She knew if she waited she would have never gotten another drink, and she needed that drink so she could sleep.

She was upset.  She sat and thought, smoke drifting softly from her mouth.  "He should have called me.  Why didn't he call?  The bastard doesn't love me!  He's just like Stan."

She was on the verge of crying, but fought back the tears.  She didn't want to redo her makeup. "Damn Stan, we should have gotten married, but how was I to know he didn't want children?  I'm thirty-five, I don't want to be alone forever.  I miss Stan, he was good to me, we had so much fun together, but it's too late for that."

Too late it was, she couldn't look back.  She knew that, it was just a silly little habit of hers that she couldn't help.  It just crept up from time to time.  The past.  She had to think ahead, of today, and her plans of moving on with her new "gentleman", but where was he?

She lit one last cigarette, and finished her drink.  Time to call it an evening.  She felt better, if that's what the numbness was.  She knew it was time to go.

Her Art Deco surroundings had become indistinct, a nightly occurrence.

Out front she waited for the valet to bring her car.  Teetering a little, she smiled and thought about how good it is to have the best of everything.

It's a habit

It's a habit by Damian Gadal
It's a habit, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Who's picking up the mess
of broken toys left behind
of broken lives lived in pantomime
of factory fun
as new digits roll across
T.V. screens
everyone is running just trying
to keep pace
new breakthroughs throwing life
obsolete around
and pushing balance underground
everything is video
the stories are worn
and jumbled
all as small as
the missed world
there's no understanding
any of this....

Saturday, March 3, 2012

The climb

The climb by Damian Gadal
For another day,
for another time...

Friday, March 2, 2012

Still Hesitation

Still Hesitation by Damian Gadal
Still Hesitation, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.
Like dreams that hide below our waking thoughts...

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Wet Streets

Wet Streets by Damian Gadal
We can't always see where we're going, but, really it's the the movement that counts...