April 2010
I HEARD MY CHILD LAUGHING
INSIDE THE BARN ON A SUMMERS DAY
I QUIETLY SNUCK UP BESIDE HIM
TO REMEMBER A CHILD AT PLAY
A CAT WAS STALKING A BUTTERFLY
WHO WOULD LIGHT THEN DART AWAY
THROUGH MY CHILDS EYES IT WAS MAGIC
A BEAUTIFUL AND NATURAL BALLET
photo via papertissue
FLY WITH ME INTO THE SUNSET
THE MOON WILL LIGHT THE WAY
THE STARS WILL GIVE US DIRECTION
TO GREET THE SUNRISE AND ANOTHER DAY
photo via mpp
THIS IS A VERY INTERESTING ARTIST. HIS NAME IS MATTHEW ALBANESE. HE USES MATERIALS FOUND AT HOME, PAINTING AND PHOTOGRAPHY TO MAKE VERY IMPRESSIVE ART WORK.
THIS IS ONE OF HIS PAINTINGS/PHOTOS AND WHAT IT IS MADE OF. YOU CAN FIND MORE OF HIS WORK HERE
“Icebreaker” Ingredients: 25 pounds of sugar cooked at varying temperatures (hard crack & pulled sugar recipes) It’s...
THANKS FOR THE FOLLOW BEATIFULDISASTER,CLIQUEDODIA,NORMALTD,SONGWRITER1,MUFFINCITA.
I HAVE VISITED ALL YOUR BLOGS AND ENJOYED THEM.
March 2010
HE SANG HER A BEATLES TUNE
SHE THOUGHT HE SANG IT JUST FOR HER
HE RECITED HER A KEATS POEM
SHE THOUGHT HE RECITED IT JUST FOR HER
HE WHISPERED HER A LOVERS REQUEST
SHE THOUGHT HE WHISPERED IT JUST FOR HER
HE LEFT HER A GOODBYES NOTE
SHE THOUGHT HER HEART WOULD BREAK
photo via fuckyeaphotography
THANKS FOR THE FOLLOW 3B2010.
I LOVE YOUR BLOG, I LIKE DIGITAL ART, IN FACT, I POSTED A COUPLE HAND PAINTED PIECES OF DIGITAL ART BY ROBERT MUNROY YESTERDAY.
I HAD MANY COLORING BOOKS
I LOVED WHEN I WAS A CHILD
I’D COLOR THINGS WITH EXOTIC LOOKS
THAT LIVED IN PLACES WILD
NOW I FIND IN ASTONISHMENT
AND MUCH TO MY DELIGHT
MY IMAGINED FEATHERED BIRD
EXISTED BOLD AND BRIGHT
UP ALL NIGHT CRYING
CHAIN SMOKING
NO REASONS TO BE FOUND
SHE DID NOT FEEL POETIC
SHE WANTED TO FORGET
photo by alexandra carr
HEY DOUGSTUMBLR THANKS FOR THE FOLLOW. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOUR BLOG BECAUSE I USUALLY VISIT OR INTERACT MOST DAYS.
THE PATH TO MY HEART
IS CREATED BY FORESTS OF MAGIC
THE PATH TO MY HEART
IS LIGHTED BY LAMPS OF LOVE
THE PATH TO MY HEART
IS TRAVELLED BY STEPS OF LUST
THE PATH TO MY HEART
IS CARRIED BY STREAMS OF HOPE
photo by runeguneris
IN THE ANDES THEY PLAY A FLUTE
MADE OF CONDOR WINGS AND MARSHLAND REEDS
THE NOTES CALL FORTH THE ANCIENT GODS
FROM LOST VALLEY’S BEYOND GLACIATED PEAKS
PILGRIMS ON LLAMAS SEEK THE SOURCE
SIDARATHA’S SACRED RIVER
photo via healingsakina
“I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can’t...”
THESE ARE NOT PHOTOS
THEY ARE HAND PAINTED DIGITAL ART
HOWEVER ITS DONE IT IS QUITE STRIKING
PAINTINGS BY BURTMONROY
I LOVE TO READ A BOOK AT DUSK
BY THE WINDOW AS THE SUN SETS
I READ A FEW LINES AND GLANCE AT THE SKY
WAITING FOR THE DAY TO DIE
WHEN NIGHT DOES FALL AND LIGHT IS GONE
THE BOOK BECOMES MY MOON
photo via killmetheking
THE TOUCH OF HANDS
IS A SIMPLE THING
BUT HAS SO MANY MEANINGS
HOLD MY HAND AND YOU WILL SEE
THE MEANING YOU’VE GIVEN TO ME
via mrshats
“Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a...”
THANK YOU KRISTINHANDY AND BREATHINGCLICHE.
I HAVE VISITED YOUR BLOGS AND ENJOY THEM.
THANKS FOR YOUR CONTINUING FEEDBACK MRS.HATS, I HAVE VISITED YOUR POETRY BLOG AND I LOVE WHAT YOU ARE DOING. YOU SHOULD POST SOME YOUR POEMS HERE.
THE RAIN WAS A METAPHOR
FOR THE TEARS HE COULD NOT RELEASE
THE WORDS HE COULD NOT UTTER
WHEN SHE WENT AWAY
PHOTO VIA ATOZFIELD
SHARE MY BED WITH ME MY LOVE
HOLD ME ALL NIGHT LONG
SPARK MY LIPS LIKE THE FIRE
DRINK THE WINE FROM MY EYES
IN THE MORNING IN THE SUN
WE WILL CALL EACH OTHER HOME
photo beautefragile
THE QUIET OF MY TONGUE
SHOULD NOT BE MISTAKEN
I SPEAK IN VOICES UNHEARD
THE ELDERS TEACH THE LESSON
STILL WATER RUNS DEEP AND BROAD
photo via whisperingwillow
“To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water...”
FOR SOME REASON TUMBLR UNFOLLOWED ME ON MY FOLLOWERS SO I HAD TO FOLLOW AGAIN. SORRY FOR THE INCONVIENCE.
THE SUN WAS SETTING IN YOUR EYES
THE MOON LIT UP YOUR SMILE
YOUR BODY BECAME THE WATER
I WANT TO SWIM IN YOU FOREVER
photo via harvestheart
THESE ARE BIZARRE HAIRSTYLES
THERE ARE MORE HERE
I LOVE ART IN ALL ITS FORMS
BUT I WOULD NOT WANT MY HAIR TO BE A WORK OF ART
photos via motherguide
THANK YOU SHALOMANA FOR THE FOLLOW.
YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL AND CREATIVE BLOG
THE POT OF GOLD AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW
IS NOT A MYTH OR FABLE
THE FORTUNE YOU WILL FIND
IS IN A GROVE OF TREES
photo via splendorinthegrass
THE FRAGMENTS OF MY HEART
WERE SCATTERED LIKE LEAVES
ON A FALL DAY
DEAD OR DYING
FALLEN FROM GRACE
photo by dominic
LOOKING OVER HER SHOULDER
SHE SAW THE END OF THE RELATIONSHIP
photo via papertissue
THIS IS AN ART INSTALLATION IN TORONTO
ART SHOULD MAKE YOU THINK
I WONDER IF I AM FREE TO CUT THIS STRING
PROBABLY NOT
photo and art by sean martindale
THANKS TO MRSHATS AND SYDNEYHIRSCHPORTFOLIOS FOR THE FOLLOW.
I HAVE VISIT YOUR BLOGS DAILY FOR INSPIRATION.
HOBBITS LIVE AMONG US
THEY JUST KEEP OUT OF SIGHT
photos via cupojoe
“To poke a wood fire is more solid enjoyment than almost anything else in the...”
THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD
PUDDLES ARE A PLAYGROUND
SHADOWS ARE ALIVE
THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD
FORESTS ARE A KINGDOM
MONSTERS ARE ON GUARD
THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD
I HOPE TO EVER SEE
photo via magicineverdaythings
HER KNEES CREAK THE STAIRS SQUEAK
AS SHE CLIMBS TO HER THIRD FLOOR FLAT
UNLOCKS THE DOOR TO LONELY SILENCE
MIDST THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS
photo via thelivest1
LOOK NOW TOWARDS THE OCEAN SPRAY
RAINBOW TINGED BREAKING WAVES
SPEAK OF RHYME AND TIME UNCHANGED
THESE SILENT DESIRES HELD AT BAY
photo via flickr.com
IN THE HEAT OF THE DAY
SPARKS FLY AS YOU WALK BY
A LIGHTINING BOLT OF BRIGHT WHITE FIRE
REPELLING ATTRACTING LOVING HATING
TELL ME WHY THOSE LIVE SPARKS FLY
FLEETING GLIMPSE OF WHAT COULD BE
QUICK TO STRIKE A DESERT STORM
QUICKER TO FADE THE DUST THE RAIN
ALONG WITH DREAMS OF YOU AND ME
photo via sabino
THIS IS A FLOAT FROM CARNIVAL IN RIO
THE INTRICATE DESIGNS OF THE COSTUMES
THE CONCEPUTAL PRESENTATION OF THE FLOATS
CELEBRATE AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE
WHERE IMAGINATION BECOMES REALITY
AFP / Getty Images / Vanderlei Almeida
THANK YOU NIKKICORINA FOR FOLLOWING ME
SHE CAME TO THE MUSEUM ON RAINY DAYS
SURROUNDING HERSELF WITH THE MASTERS
SHE’D SPEND HER TIME READING SHELLEY OR KEATS
HOPING TO REALIZE HER DREAMS
photo via reginasworld
“Passion is to love, as a spark is to fire”
...”
I TOOK A YOUNG MAIDEN INTO MY BED
FOR AN EVENING OF MOAN AND SIGH
THE QUEEN FOUND OUT AND OFFED MY HEAD
AT THE FOOT OF THE CASTLE I NOW LIE
photo via wondrous
THANKS TO NYFISHERGIRL,BONECOLLECTOR, HARVESTHEART, AND JENCLONE FOR THE FOLLOW.
I HAVE VISITED ALL YOUR BLOGS AND FOUND INSPIRATION THERE.
WE ALL HAVE MANY FACES
THAT WE HIDE INSIDE OUR MASKS
photo via sunsurfer
“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come...”
FLYING THE JOLLY ROGER SHE CAME
SCOURGE OF THE SEVEN SEAS
SPANISH FLAGGED WHEN FIRST SHE SAILED
SHE HAD LOOTED THE SPANISH MAIN
THE CAPTAIN CLAIMED TO BE A BUCCANEER
HE SWORE HIS ALLEGIANCE WAS TO THE QUEEN
THE CREW DRANK GROG AND COUNTED THEIR DUBLOONS
THE FIRST MATE DENIED HE WAS A MUTINEER
THEY RAN INTO A BRITISH MAN-O-WAR
IT RAN TO TWENTY GUNS
IT HIT THE SHIP WITH BROADSIDES OF...
THIS IS HANDPAINTING
WHENEVER I PAINT MY HOUSE MY HANDS GET FULL OF PAINT
BUT THEY NEVER LOOK THIS GOOD
photos via la repubblcca
