Photograph, a poem

What do you see, with camera in hand
Each pose of a memory, virtue and sin
Clicking thousands of times
For the one chance gaze of a time yet passed
Brushing golden hair, from star lined eyes
Lulling the beasts to slumber
Rise and fall, such titanic feasts
Soiled hands without the spectrum of light
Have you ever let another, hold the picture of you?
With every shot, each different angle
Not possible to capture such beauty
Crawl or Kneel, touch the lens
Fingers dipping into this soul each night
Every dream like a photograph
Perhaps not of the whole
Instances kept in boxes
Oh! If the thoughts would become real
for only a moment in heart
Picture framed emotions, wondrous in name
Thoughts turn towards a light that existed
Like an artist, no color to spare
One vision blurred, so crystal clear
Each moment can be held within the hands of love
Until the flame burns cool enough to kiss

Proximo
February 23, 2002

Fanged Films

From the Library

As the 20th century evolved, rational man turned to science to explain mythology that had pervaded for thousands of years. How could a man be mistaken for a vampire? How could someone appear to have been the victim of a vampire attack? Science, in time, came back with answers that may surprise you.Anemia
A million fancies strike you when you hear the name: Nosferatu!N O S F E R A T Udoes not die!What do you expect of the first showing of this great work?Aren't you afraid? - Men must die. But legend has it that a vampire, Nosferatu, 'der Untote' (the Undead), lives on men's blood! You want to see a symphony of horror? You may expect more. Be careful. Nosferatu is not just fun, not something to be taken lightly. Once more: beware.- Publicity for Nosferatu in the German magazine Buhne und Film, 1922  

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