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Mike Yost (Photographer/Writer)
I have a passion for words and photography (and craft beer . . . and weed). Just trying to be creative and experience the creativity of others before I'm kicked off this lonely planet. Death may nullify my body and brain, but (hopefully) not my art. I've been capturing snapshots of time and writing out the thoughts of fictional characters in my head since I was a kid. Maybe even younger! Not sure. It's hard to remember that far back. (I blame the weed.) I had the opportunity to pen a novel for grad school. Five characters. One narrative. Existential dread! You can purchase my first book, Remnants of Light, on Amazon here: http://amzn.com/B00MZBT15C It's available in paperback if you want to be retro and ebook if you want to be modern. Personally I think there should be a stone tablet option.Glass Boxes
Glass Boxes
Contain cognition
Within obsidian walls
Obsidian minds
Shatter into shards
Mere commodities
Screaming quietly behind
Glass Boxes
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Brief
For a profoundly brief moment
I escape the void
Flinging myself off timeless rocks
Arcing through the air
Water without restraint
A tumultuous trip
For such a profoundly brief moment
Before I fall back into oblivion
Memories that define my consciousness, my very being
Absorbed into the river
That flows without end
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Tapestry
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A Sunny Disposition
“close your eyes and let it go
breathe in the space before you were born”
—YOB
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Coexist
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Behind the Scenes
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Vacant
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Electric Blue
A Prologue to Mania:
Processing and posting multiple photographs and posting each one separately in a single night on my website.
Bi-polar has it’s perks, as I’m falling out of the void
Rapid thoughts like bolts of lighting
Thunder cracking the skull
May the Mania be my Muse
Dancing under a sky
Of electric blue
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Buildings for Scale
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Sunday Afternoon
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No Parking
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White Glass
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The Thin-Skin Mirror
Reflecting on the past
All seems reversed
My life an antithesis
Seen as an image from behind
I perceive what the true self sees
Reality distorted and fragmented
But just beneath the thin-skin mirror
This wonder, the authentic awe, remains
Captured with carnivorous curiosity
As the self bleeds beyond the frame
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A Window to the Sky
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“Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage.” —SP
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And Behold a Pale Horse . . .
. . . and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.
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Yellow Jacket
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Open your 3rd Eye
Bill Hicks:
“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while.
“Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, ‘Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?’ And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, ‘Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.’ And we . . . kill those people. ‘Shut him up! I’ve got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.’
“It’s just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok . . . but it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love.
“The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”
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Off Balance
i lean into the sky
always off balance
the sharp horizon askew
tilted into the gray-blue clouds
that veil of uncertainty
a crooked journey
with jagged shards that mangle the fragile heart into pieces
and cosmic depths that make whole with awe the heart again
may it never end
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Split the Sky
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Juxtapose
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Bleeding Light
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Cracked . . . but not broken
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Fenced In
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