Again, more webcam fun…

This is what I do with my webcam.

I have been playing around with the photos I take, having some fun.

A “photographer” does not point and shoot, but captures and conceptualizes regardless of one’s intentions.

Dylan J. Kurzawa

Hispanic boy with olive skin and dark eyebrows,

please come to me.

Hispanic boy with piercing eyes like pools of mud

I love to see.

Hispanic boy, your facial hair and tall stature,

they grow on me.

Hispanic boy, you speak to me yet I want more,

do you want me?

Dylan J. Kurzawa

If I cry, my flame may die.

In fact, I know it will,

and without relenting light

it is myself that I would kill.

I strike the matchbox two, three times

to overcome black and white mimes

that haunt me with their silence

and faux tears set near their eyes.

I strike the matchbox four, five times

to see the truth and burn the lies

that burned me too,

right then and there

turned my heart black,

fair to despair.

Dylan J. Kurzawa

With hands like my father,

you gently turn the pages of your book

as I look over my cold shoulder and wonder,

question, when to make my move?

Dylan J. Kurzawa

I want to be be the Sun.

I want to juggle the planets in my cosmic hands.

Dylan J. Kurzawa

I don’t think I’m getting anything out of Tumblr. I barely use it… Sorry.

View my Flickr portfolio.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/de3e3e3e3lan/

I do not believe in a God, but I do believe in myself.