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Level and Steady
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-Pedal Point Harmony
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By:Palette Gimbal
The photo would be perfect
something that satifies
the soul. beautifu lEnvironmental Portraiture
one decribed the doings.
rich textures to leather saddles and dusty trails
tilting the camera or drone nose up and down
on the vertical axis to get that perfect
golden hour photo
the low sun light of morning or evening
to satisfy the eyes, my objective is to avoid
curved lines in my image fisheye distortion
are what I am looking to acheive here
All these will be done in first person veiw
than I'll have photos made to capture that perfect image
of a beautiful place these folks
call theres.
Pitch: Tilting the camera or drone nose up and down on the vertical axi
Copper bones clanking with the sound of screams far off.
Surrender is the only option I have.
Taking it all to Jesus I kneel and know he has me covered.
Washed in the blood of God himself I am forever joined by Yeshua.
Trusting in perfect peace I am guided by grace.
Planes continue to fly over head.
Thunder crackles through the silence.
The rain hitting the window cools down the summer heat.
I am aware of my own sense of self.
Shackled to my reality I belong as the center of my own experiences.
Echoes of consciousness felt from a first person perspective.
Aware of my limited gnosis I can only rest in my faith in Jesus.
Her name was Janet.
My wife and I were friends of her sister.
I met her as she lay dying, with never a word.
Her eyes were closed. She was all but gone.
His name was Jack.
I heard that he and his wife Joyce
Were going through a divorce.
I felt the need to do something.
Over the years, I had written
Articles, reports, and sermons,
But I found myself writing a poem
For the very first time. That poem
was written especially for Jack in
Hopes of saving his marriage. It
Did not. In retropect, I can't believe
That I was so naive. I'm not sure of
The present whereabouts of that poem,
but my best recall says that it was titled,
'Stranded Up a Tree'.
As I sat at Janet's bedside, I felt words
Flowing into my spirit from inside of her.
It was strange to me. But I went with the
Flow. My second poem was written in
'First person' words from Janet to her family.
Janet was saying goodbye to her dear family.
People write about fireworks.
About stolen kisses in the rain.
About grand declarations that change everything.
But I don't think that's where love lives.
Love
I think
looks less like fireworks
and more like Tuesdays.
I want to be the girl you come home to after a long day.
The one who already knows whether you need
to talk, to laugh or just to sit in comfortable silence.
I want to eat dinner with you when neither of us can decide what to cook.
To argue over what to watch.
To steal your hoodie because it's closer than mine.
I want to know which side of the bed you sleep on
And exactly how you take your coffee
I want to be the first person you call
when life gives you something worth celebrating
and the one who quietly puts the kettle on when it doesn't.
I want to grow with you.
To cheer for dreams that become plans,
Plans that become memories,
and memories that become a life.
Because I don't dream of extraordinary.
I dream of the life that happens
between the milestones.
Love
I think
looks less like fireworks
and more like Tuesdays.
18 years later here I lie
Debating how I want to die
How i want to end my life
To stop the pain, the suffer, the heartache of everyday
A permanent cure to the constant pain, the only piece of consistency in my life
How many times will I do this?
I’d love to sit here and tell you that it won;t happen again
But I can see through the mirror who I am
And who I am, knows that I will do this again
You confuse me
You come into my life as a stranger yet the first person I call on the edge of that bridge
The victim to the texts from a lonely girl who thought the world hated her
Every scar, every close call
Your the one who took the fall
Even when I had given up
I will get back my hope one day
Hope for a romantic love story
I'll just be the chick with a dramatic backstory
10 years from now I will be face to face with a killer
Putting all my past trauma to good use
Hearing their past and their abuse
To what lead them to who they are, what lead them to what they do
But right now these are just impossible dreams
Your my hope
You see me, you see the real me
And knowing you have hope in me and my future, gives me…
A young girl held love deep in her heart,
For a young boy, though she didn’t know where to start.
Pressure and abuse, her parents’ jealous hand,
Yet her dreams kept growing, like the sun over the land.
She saw the boy working, never out of breath,
Sacrificing to feed her, keeping hunger from death.
Advice to go to school, encouragement he gave,
Yet pressure would call, like storms over the brave.
Despite all obstacles, she never doubted her way,
Believing her love could grow, come what may.
She saw her dreams, far yet clear in view,
Turning into examples for youth, for hope to renew.
Suffering reached her soul, hair fell, body grew thin,
But she never gave up, her fight came from within.
The first person she loved was herself to embrace,
In reality, self-love became her saving grace.
Her dreams kept growing; she feared not to lose,
Building her life, proud of all she could choose.
An example for children, to show life is a fight,
But strength and self-love will always make it right.
I think I'm in Love
Because these days, she's the first person on my mind
I wake up thinking about her
No wonder
You stop thinking straight when you are in love, people say
And maybe that is true...
Because even when they try to warn me
I don't pay attention nor lend them my ear
Cause I only listen when its her voice
Wait, i think am in love
she calls me Sweetboy
And the way she says it, wow
It really does something to me,
It makes me feel seen, wanted
and soft in a best way
I think am in love
Maybe I'm blind
Maybe I don’t listen....
Maybe I am rushing into something I can't explain
But if it is what being foolish looks like,
Then let me be foolish in her name "Salaamah"
I think am in love
She is turning ordinary into something i crave
Because everyday
I find a new way
To fall deep into Hendrinae
And everytime She calls me Sweetboy
I believe a little more
That my heart has already choosen her
First person: "We are always like this... don't you find it boring?"
Second person: "We are what we are and we deserve everything here."
First person: "Haven't you received a bill lately?"
Second person: "There are no bills here -- only chills!"
On the last day of the week
you were the first person to ask me
on a movie date
and this was the first time I refrained from hesitation
the first time in a long time I've loaned my bones expose
and as it plays on my unforgivable fidgeting
begins twisting in positions in my seat
trying to lay my head on your chest
without breaking my neck
and I’m sorry I couldn’t just
become comfortable
and I’m sorry it’s about more than
just the movie
and I’m sorry I was more focused
on what I wanted taken
than was capable of giving
and I’m sorry all I can do is sputter off
apologies after you've
long since stopped listening
You shut your every door just to peak through your window to watch me try to pry it open,
You stay silent just to make your painful words run through my head,
You give me psychological passive trauma so that you be the first person i'll run to for help,
You buy me posters and tapestries to try to cover the holes in my walls that you've made and still make,
You make me feel like a burden and like i'm doing something wrong because i'm not always your step ladder, there to hold you up for you to be "above" everyone,
You give me mental issues just to invalidate and disregard my feelings and thoughts so no one can dive into all your horrible actions,
you make me suffer everyday with thoughts of s****e because I can't figure out what I did so horribly wrong to you for me to deserve this knot in my stomach I get anyone that I am not in a state of derealization,
You fill my entire being with misery and twist it so it seems like i'm doing something to you so then I won't feel like I should tell anyone because it's all my fault anyways, right?
Some words have the ability to go beyond themselves…
to transform us…to transcend:
Who is the first person who enters your mind
when you hear the words
my friend?
When you focus on those words for a while…
How many other faces do you see?
How many other friends are waiting to be acknowledged
as they line up in your memory?
When we reach into our memory
and stoke those friendship embers…
the first thing we see are our friends’ faces
but it’s the moments of friendship we remember.
We remember moments we have shared
throughout the days and months and years
the joy, the laughter, the sorrow
the sadness and the tears.
We cherish those moments of friendship
and are thankful for how long their memories last…
keeping us close to friends who have moved away…
and others who have passed.
And when we think of friends still with us…still nearby
we are thankful…we’re elated
for the moments of friendship we will share
that have yet to be created.
So in those times when life slows down
when we have some extra time to spend….
We’ll have so many moments to remember
every time we hear the words…
my friend
Why is it hard to say you are my best friend
Could it be the commitment to be your one friend forever
Could it be that I am scared of you not reciprocating this feeling
Why should this be so hard!?
You are the first person I want to speak to when something happens
You are the first person I look for in a room
You are the first presence I always crave
Why should this be so hard!?
Everyone around me says you are my best friend
Anytime we talk our audience thinks we are best friends
We share the same reactions to situations
Why should this be so hard!?
I know you are my best friend
You know I am your best friend
Why can't we say so
Why should this be so hard!?
In another universe
May we be free to say we are best friends
May we be brave to say we are best friends
May we be confident to say we are best friends
It shouldn’t be so hard!
Take one more step and you will die
She hesitated her foot lingering in the air
Turning her gaze behind her
Trust me one more time Hop
The look of concern sprawling over his face
He was young a bit unkempt
His eyes seemed to undulate in varying shades
Just hop
She smiled as she surrendered to his whim
Thinking just a prank played
It was a bee she noticed
wings unbalanced
but unmoving
She reached a finger
prodding the insect in space
I can explain
She swivelled her head
No motion of any kind from anything
She could see the slivers of sunlight
Her legs for a moment
Shivered and dropped her to the ground
Sorry but your the first person who listened
He smiled as he offered her his hand
I am an Ender
It's hard to act like
You don't care
When your heart truly wants
to hug him tight and wide
It's hard to look in his eyes
Which once shine like sun
It's really hard to act like strangers
While crossing the path
It's hard to see his face
and say I still love you
Please don't leave me alone
Let's clear our misunderstanding
and be together forever
It's really hard to touch his hand again
Which once touch by others
But still your heart scream loudly
I know you still love him and want to be with him forever
It's really hard to see hatred in his eyes
When you love him from all your heart
and even ready to sacrifices everything for his happiness
Its really hard to say that I never betrayed him
all I did was to love him
It's really hard to say
that he was the first person of my life
Who is literally young with full of arrogance
youthful water game
first person to get the hose
becomes the winner
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