IT is coming for you,
you better run and hide.
For hiding gives you time,
before IT starts your demise.

IT is coming for you,
for Halloween is the night.
You better start thinking,
for the plan is full of fright.

IT is coming for you,
you better not shout out.
For any sound may start,
the real reality and doubt.

IT is coming for you,
you never knew all along.
That the story had started,
and that life may not be for long.

IT is coming for you,
calling anyone will bring the end.
No time to tweet or ask on Facebook,
if anyone is willing to help you as a friend.

IT is coming for you,
turn off and dim the main light.
For the light will turn on and off by itself,
to start the process of the real fight.

IT is coming for you,
no time to warn anyone else.
Either you save your own self,
or start smelling like a rotten body smell.

IT is coming for you,
you wonder why you will die.
No place to hide in a building,
and no place to hide out under the sky.

IT is coming for you,
time to spread the fear is getting less.
Save yourself and hope for a train,
IT is Bes.

Location: BART, 3700 Port Chicago Highway, Concord, CA 94520.

Photographer: Katie.

Person: BesZ.

Also on BrightKite, Facebook, Flickr, MySpace, Twitter and TwitPic.

Sky watches Sun and Clouds battle.

Get the popcorn and buy a ticket,
for the sky is sitting around,
the greatest battle of the day is here,
between the sun and the clouds.

There is no need for special effects,
this move one has a natural feel,
light and shadows collide brilliantly,
to create the wheel of life and zeal.

Funny, that this may not be mentioned,
on your social networks and in e-mails,
Facebook and MySpace will not hold their breath,
and Digg and Twitter will simply talk about whales.

Come, living creatures,
you can also watch if you want to,
figure out if the sun will come up,
or if the clouds will push it down the view.

This happened when Window 95 came out,
and this happened way before it too,
this happened when apples fell to the ground,
and this happened way before that too.

A big battle is raging on here,
one that affects you all everyday,
the clouds and the sun go at it repeatedly,
like life itself praying on preying on the prey.

You can watch this while you drive,
and die while marveling at the beauty,
you can take pictures to hold on for a while,
and feel like Flickr memories are your duty.

So sit and enjoy, for what you are about to see,
may keep on happening, even after you are gone,
or maybe it will stop, and an outcome will be seen,
in your lifetime, to this battle for the night rages on.

Location: Sparks, Nevada, USA.

Also on BrightKite, Facebook, Flickr, MySpace, Twitter and TwitPic.

Portrait of Graveyard Macro Flowers.

The dead never sleep,
the dead never stay,
the dead are not alone,
for them you are to pray.

Many look at graveyards,
and think of a sorrowing demise,
they see the end of everything,
a place simply haunted at night.

“Fear everything in graveyards!”,
their voices want to say,
“for it is not a place to hide,
but a place to forever reside.”

People jog here,
and people mourn too,
people relax here,
and dogs wet trees too.

Look here, a small flower,
growing up by the dead,
it is full of life and vitality,
for it also feeds on the dead.

Flowers, plants, and animals too,
everyone is here to live.
You think graveyards make animals quiet?
animals and flowers are quiet in your home too.

Enjoy the view, look at the flower,
resist the urge to be very quiet,
relax, observe, this is part of the view,
like everything else, this takes a cue.

This is a portrait,
so they may want to know,
will you focus on many things,
or solely on what’s below?

Location: Mountain View Cemetery. 5000 Piedmont Avenue, Oakland, CA 94611, USA.

Also on BrightKite, Facebook, Flickr, MySpace, Twitter and TwitPic.

Not much to explain,
in the words that the light wants,
for the light simply want an admittance,
that it is the light that I want.

Well the truth is, the night gives enough light,
to live and to have fun,
to breathe and to be alive,
and to realize I am all, and I am one.

So I live the night and live the life,
and try everything in the regular light life,
for that is how I can feel the life and the real friends,
a few, but more than enough for a real blasting life.

The night is the fun,
and the night is the life,
and I have realized, in addition to that & other things,
that the life is also the night, and the night gives wings.

Photographer: Adrian.

Also on Facebook. On Flickr. On BrightKite. On MySpace. On Twitter. On TwitPic.

Using words to contact her tonight,
and the focus is really on this,
Typing to text her at night,
and thinking on the phone like this.

We talk back and forth through words and silence,
and I wonder about all that this phone knows,
sitting here at night laughing with suspense,
thinking of what this phone light really shows.

Let me use the phone to send her a txt,
let it find out what the heart rate is,
this moment is being captured right now,
for the camera knows where the pulse really is.

Taken in Irvine, California. Also on Facebook. On TwitPic. On BrightKite. On MySpace. On Flickr. On Twitter. On Ping.fm.

Here, I am,
falling like a fallen page,
Where, I am,
thinking inside this modern cage,

This, is my,
world of dreams and real fantasy.
This, is how,
my world is full of reality.

But, I don’t see,
how I can think of me,
when I am here,
asking my shadow “what do I feel?”

The world is too bright,
tone it a bit down for me to see,
the world is so dark,
paint it up for me to feel.

So take my breath,
take it and help it help me heal,
and paint the world,
in my blood so I can finally see.

“Pain the world in my blood.” 3rd in Night Series. In Pleasant Hill, California. May 8th, 1:12am. On TwitPic.com/BesZ. On Twitter.com/BesZ. On Flickr

Is this life? Maybe it is.
What is my life? The meaning I miss.
All these thoughts. Those may be it.
All those thoughts. These maybe it.

Time to realize? I do not know.
What to realize? I really want to know.
Blame me for everything. I think I know.
Do not care about me. Even my shadow knows.

Why am I thinking. What to think about me?
Why am I realizing. Anything to wonder about me?
Is this thinking? A process to be free?
Or is it realizing, a process to be me?

Realize in the night. Thoughts are everything?
Thoughts are finishing me off. Thoughts are the only thing?
Do I need thoughts? Then, am I still alive?
Are thoughts a way to finish off thoughts to know I’m still alive?

During the day, always a listening robot.
During the night, always an ignored trot.
During the day, hiding and waiting for it to finalize.
For the night, to start to think. To start to realize.

“Realization.” 2nd in Night Series. In Pleasant Hill, California. May 8th, 1:11am.