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hallucination
Colour of my dream
eyes..
hallucinations start to fade
there are many dreams
but there’s no sound
I can feel the wind
Underneath my feet… -
U.S.A..Artist Websites for Opportunties & Research
9. Helpful U.S.A… Artist Websites for Opportunties & Research
National Website
"1":http://www.artshub.com
Artist Research
"2":http://www.thepauper.com/
Artist Meet-ups and Groups
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phantasmagoria
the wind blew through gaps at the top and bottom of the door
the life dragged on interminably
a bone of contention between heart and mind
have a bone to pick with life -
African American Forum Launched
The African-American Experience is a forum devoted to the richness of African-American life and culture. Please join us!
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Hills Of Gold
140 years on it’s neither alluvial nor vein gold that’s drawing the crowds to
Hill End, it’s the magnificent golden landscape. -
Application for the African-American Experience Group
Black Culture has always brought forth its best in the richness of writing, music, art, dance and the sweat, blood, and toil of American Black men and women.
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Miss Sylvia Morris...Stories from the Last Century
I was frozen with fear at the sight of this two toned monster, her eyes bulging with anger…
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Will be away for a few weeks
I just wanted to take the time to say hello and not I’m not gone but only extremely busy with work right now putting a huge mountain bike event here in Whistler called Crankworx. www.crankworx…
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agenda, schedule and diary
The world stalled on tracks
No turning back
it seems we lost all our diving gear when the boat turned turtle just off the shore
maybe..
time will not still remains an enigma to us -
When We Were Kids
I bumped into a mate today just someone I used to know but had lost touch along the way ….
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Time Knows
time has known the silence of personal conflict
as it interrogates the inner self
and the silence of a closed doorit has known the silence of one lighted candle
burning with hope undef… -
book review on The trial by F. Kafka
The Trial led to the word Kafkaesque’ defined as the helplessness of man in the face of unknown forces that persecute him without reason. In Kafka’s The Trial, Joseph K. is persecuted by the La…
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Panorama Point Kurrajong Heights NSW
I nestled myself in amongst the pine needles that covered the ground beneath the amazing old pine trees ….
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To Fermin V. Dominguez, by Jose Marti (1895)
If in a portrait a heart could be sent,
Take my heart, and when you cry
Tears of pain, with them wet
The loyal copy of your hurting friend.{This poem Marti wrote two months
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First Brigade- No. 113 by Jose Marti (1895)
Look at me, mother, and for your love do not cry:
If slave of my age and my doctrines,
Your martyr heart I filled with thorns,
Think that between thorns flowers will be born. -
I have her mannerisms! ("The older you get, the more you ...
She’d been sent out to meet my father, in the 1930s …and stayed together for three quarters of a century.
