No Questions

No Questions, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

The world just makes perfect sense sometimes

Crush

Crush, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Passing as we must, we leave ourselves behind

Veb

Veb, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

The world vanished in a whisp

Fit right in

Fit right in, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

In the time of days passing we were molded by our surroundings

Office Gear

Office Gear, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Our connected world always at our fingertips,
yet we don't connect nor understand any better

Like old times

Like old times, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

In amusement they avoid themselves

Faded Freedom

Faded Freedom, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Living behind chains and locks
real freedom given away in bits
this is the world we've created
still thinking it gives us safety
but that's just nonsense and insanity

Getting old

Getting old, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Our mistake wasn't getting old,
it was forgetting to take time to live

Separate Endeavors

Separate Endeavors, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

You were never forgotten
your passing always on my mind
know that we will be reunited
after separate endeavors pass

The need

The need, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Restrained dreams only make the need for them grow stronger

City lights

City lights, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

We were blinded by city lights
held prisoner to their charms

False Dreams

False Dreams, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Too much time is given to chasing green

Time slips away

Time slips away, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Time slips away with each breath we take,
there's no turning it back, only making it count

In the ripples

In the ripples, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

And so the days of our lives pass
reflected back to us in the ripples

Bunch of trees

Bunch of trees, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

The stood quiet and tall
protectors of the distance
of which we sat and dreamed

Fading Words

Fading Words, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Tears washed away our love

Gloria Marie

Gloria Marie, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

She brings bounty from the sea,
her load of fish fresh and heavy

sails up

sails up, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

With sails up we head off to the land of dreams

anytime she goes away

anytime she goes away, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

When dreams walk away
and all goes dark again
one is left to wonder
if they'll come back again

On the bluff

On the bluff, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

They seek answers
overlooking the sea
and so the gather
on the lonely bluff

Dead Letters

Dead Letters, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

The blood of the muse
is ink for the page
spilled with contempt
emptied of rage

Mixed messages

Mixed messages, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

The world speaks in tongues,
never saying what is really meant

Loving you too long

Loving you too long, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

The ink begins to fade,
the heart gives out with age,
I've been loving you too long,
to give up on meeting up again,
even if that's in another realm

Winter Love

Winter Love, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Loving hearts got us through the many winters of life.

Dreams without renewal

Dreams without renewal, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

In my sleep the pain goes away,
all the aches collected during the day,
the things that leave me torn and frayed

Looking Over

Looking Over, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

There's no gold in that box of memories,
just a collection of fading days, sitting...
waiting for you to look them over and go away

Figure

Figure, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

We spilled our time into columns,
numbers that added up to nothing,
expect time on the meter of zero

Nothing Done

Nothing Done, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

We wake to find our dreams gone
and after all the chasing, nothing done

Remove Completely

Remove Completely, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Remove completely all traces of our passing,
let no one know we where here in empty endeavors

Z

Z, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

and the sinking world tried to right itself,
and though it tried and tried, the effort came too late

Goodbye

Goodbye, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

The past never did us much good
it kept us trapped and caged
until we learned to say goodbye
and just let it all go... tick tock