Thursday, December 07, 2006

The observer


The observer
Originally uploaded by scottcameronstevens.
The observer.

Drawing flowers around the holes on my refill pad.
The talking in the classroom is like the muffled sounds of a TV.
Outside the planes drone across the sky,
The breeze gently blows the curtain and stirs the still air,
Here I am again, standing outside my self as if I’m an observer,
I watch my self like a child looks at something he is unsure of.
My eyes seem dull and have turned form blue grey to steel blue,
I want to walk over and sit next to me, I see a tear drop as I look out the window to the setting sun.
The bottle on the sill catches the afternoon light and spreads fragmented colors across the page in front of me, my finger touches it as if to see if its tangible and I start to write, and I write and I write until the page is covered with words and color.
It seems so simple but I can see the marvel in my eyes.
It’s only a moment but now its written I will always remember the observer.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

No space between right and wrong.

There is no space between what’s right and wrong.

We choose to care or not care for the poor
we chooses to serve self or God.
We choose to attack or be passive
We choose to speak out or be silent
We choose too love or destroy.

There is no space between right and and wrong to stuff our justification?

Aotearoa


Aotearoa
Originally uploaded by scottcameronstevens.
Its 4 am and I wake restless.
I step outside light a smoke and exhale as I look skyward.

Everything stops!
My thoughts, my breath, my heart.!

Above the stars of the Southern Cross fill the sky and burn like torchlights flickering in an evening breeze.

Its the first night of summer and these sky’s call me to remember,

Aotearoa , Aotearo, Aotearoa

I’m home, I belong.