Compagnie des Loups
photography/photojournalist
Friday, January 11, 2013
Less everyday
I don’t recall ever graduating at all sometimes I feel like I am a disappointment to you all. I remember the first night spending in the streets I felt like a lost soul trying to find a home. Abusing the chemicals since thirteen thinking I was cool in school. Enslaved from the campaign of fear and consumption in the American lifestyle of the rich and famous. I never fit in school never knew the rules now I dig in trash for food. - Dimas Deleon
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Dimensions in Life
Sitting alone in the dark next to the abyss in depth of darkness we see each
Other but cant really touch them the humans of this earth depending on how life
Has become or trying to survive within our dimensions hold me keep me from harm
Because I know you are there. Ill sit next to you and try to hold your hand. We are the angels and demons from the darkest light in life yet we are tired of fighting for you. - Dimas Deleon
Other but cant really touch them the humans of this earth depending on how life
Has become or trying to survive within our dimensions hold me keep me from harm
Because I know you are there. Ill sit next to you and try to hold your hand. We are the angels and demons from the darkest light in life yet we are tired of fighting for you. - Dimas Deleon
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Nothing is Perfect.
Indulging in the internal smoke the nerves collapse within the body frame
To introduce resorts of stress relief, yet killing the temple from the
Insecure core. Trash, rats, walls, broken streets, and black cats it’s what I
See at night. I look up and cant hardly see the sky. - Dimas Deleon
To introduce resorts of stress relief, yet killing the temple from the
Insecure core. Trash, rats, walls, broken streets, and black cats it’s what I
See at night. I look up and cant hardly see the sky. - Dimas Deleon
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Suppressed in Substances
Observation
of a beaten down soul that is giving out. acknowledge that he whom has
pressure is killing themselves. the next hand that reaches out to
provide forgiveness. misunderstood concept with in the mind of an
addiction of bodies to the chemical bounds or detach ourselves from
society. -Dimas Deleon
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Wednesday, August 1, 2012
The Teacher
i carve stories of my ancestors that have been taught for many generations. i am a homeless art teacher my class is made up of people who would like to understand or know more about my story volunteer and listen to the words i say would make you a student of my class. -Dimas Deleon
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Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Bestfriend...
My family just lost an amazing friend today at 5:00am and i am so sorry i could not stop the car… i am sorry i could not be a better friend “tooshort”. Waking up to a car screeching and my family screaming and running outside saying “no no no NO!”. Running outside i saw you lying on the street and with my mother and sister crying on their knees with blood on their hands trying to pick you up. Old friend my heart shattered when i saw that the car had broken you’re back i fell down to me knees then looked around and you were surrounded with blood. You were the best dog we could ever have. Holding my mother because she was crying so hard she could not stand up.
A man’s best friend to the family. just a few hours ago we had the time of our lives, but now this house is alone and dark. i miss hearing you running around the tile flooring and listening as how long you’re nails have grown. i will miss you tooshort you never rejected me, always made me smile. i remember you would get sad when mother would leave for a few seconds and would wait in front of the door till she came back. i am sitting, crying and typing because i don’t want to forget you and how wonderful it was having you. goodbye tooshort i will remember the happiness you brought to the family bye…
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Something about the "I"
Hello my name is John De'Leon and i live in America.
i am trying to make it as a photographer, but the way that the world is turning out it's making it difficult for me. I am tired of riding the same flickr wave with everyone in it. What comes to mind about the wave is more like a black hole because it has no end to it and it goes nowhere.
I am getting ready to move out of Texas and into Washington state Seattle. My flight is on April 18th and it's not that i am afraid but more off an excitement state of mind it's something new... Not knowing what will go on but i am up for it. scared because i am going alone, but i just need some space from problems at home. guess we just have to take a chance at life and not look back. Sorry mother i am leaving before my birthday and yes we know you had plans to take me out for some bingo. In the next few weeks i will start on my goodbyes to the things i have to let go.
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