Satellite, oh, satellite / Who sits upon our skies / How deep do you see when you spy into our lives? I know that god lives in everybody’s souls / And the only devil in your world / Lives in the human heart So now ask yourself / What is human? and what is truth? / Ask yourself / Whose voice is it? that whispers unto you? / From the cellars of your homes / From the tops of your city roofs / Ask yourself / Whose voice is it? that whispers unto you? Who is it? / That turns your blood into spirit and your spirit into blood Who is it? / That can reach down from above and set yours souls ablaze with love / Or fill you with the insanity of violence and it’s brother: lust Who is it? / Whose words have been twisted beyond recognition / In order to build your planet earth’s religions Who is it? / Who could make your little armies of the left / And your little armies of the right / Light up your skies tonight Now some of you may live and some of you may die / But remember / That nothing in the world can kill you inside / For he is thinking of you / In your great cities of great solitude Oh children you’ve still got a lot to fuckin’ learn / The only path to heaven is via hell Good morning beautiful, good morning beautiful / Good morning beautiful, good bye world The The
Green Angel a little imagination , of an artistic computer craphic design I came up with , from an old photo I had taken several years ago.
And as the sun shall set, in the dark of the night. / Just like the soul, with angst and fright / But once again you showed me light, / hearing your prayers as they are sent into heavens flight. Religion gives a person faith. Faith keeps a person alive. Keeping alive is survival. and survival is salvation. - – - / Rain rain go away come again another day. It was a perfect setting for a mood piece. It just so happened that guy sat over the edge there. What luck. Shot at The Gap, Albany. Western Australia. MORE WORKS FROM MY PORTFOLIO /
Every now and then I like to “step outside” my boundary of usual subject matter and do something really different. This is one of those images. Captured outside the town of Central City, Colorado, I happened by this scene by luck, along with the other 2 cemeteries close by it. Long closed, these are the real deal “wild west’ cemeteries, long forgotten, long not seen. Looking like a scene out of the movie “Pale Rider”.....I had to photograph it. The ruts in the ground were still visible from where the old wagons used to carry the bodies up from the town. Quite an amazing place…. / Thoughts welcomed! —-John —-—-—-—-—-—-— / More of my work can be seen on my website at http://jdebordphoto.com / All artwork is © John De Bord, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
I hear the angels weeping. / I see their heads bowed low. / Their wings surround / Those broken-hearted, / So wounded by this FOE! I see the angels huddled / Near a mother, in such pain, / Because the child / She searches for / May ne’er be found again. I hear the brush of angel’s wings, / So near they are to you. / GOD sent them there / To minister for these / Trials you’re going through. by Mary Carter Mizrany
...because He lives. / / Have a blessed Christmas!
Yeah, I might be a photographer, but even I get fed up with having to hold a camera all the time! Sometimes it’s good to dive back into more traditional media! After all, I didn’t study Graphic Design and Fine Art at Cal Poly Pomona for nothing! :) Mixed media drawing: markers, conte crayon, india ink, acrylic, charcoal, gesso/ gesso tints, stencils
Another shot from my cemetery series. This shot really caught my eye, man lays asleep waiting for the resurrection and nature lays dormant waiting for that breath of new life come spring. The orange of the leaves is a promise and a sign of hope that this is not the end of life but only the beginning. / / More in this cemetery series: / / / / / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography / / /
Don’t we wish at the end of our life ,standing in front of the gloden gate door to stop running,fighting ,having pain ,struggled for life and just follow that beautiful path and disapear in that quiet light . /
Ani l’dodi vdodi li – I am my Beloved’s and Beloved is mine. This image is deeply symbolic to me as it represents my relationship with Yeshua. He is my Beloved, i love Him passionately and i am His. He loves me like no man ever could, deep in my inner being where soul and spirit meet. This golden ring is the symbol of the never ending love He has for me with the words from Song of Songs written through the center. These words are taken from the love letter He wrote to me and were forged in the winepress of death. He holds my soul in His hand and protects it from the harshness of this world. I wish you too could feel His Passion and oh if you could just smell His garments you’re heart would melt. His eyes are like pools of water and my heart leaps to hear His footsteps. His shoulders are broad and His heartbeat steady as i lay my head on His Breast and smell the clothing steeped in His scent. His words are whispers, heavy with love and i desire Him. The soft gentle light forces the darkness away and ushers in the silence filled with anticipation. His lips brush against mine, His mouth tastes sweet and i am consumed with passion for Him.
The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain. Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well. Constructed a monument to denial and excess, sunk so low, crawled so far back there’s nowhere left to regress. If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story; Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity. Shadows fall through broken panes. Careless words that are filled with hate. Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work. Follow the path of least expectance. I don’t hate you, I’m just removing an enemy. Remorse is for the dead, my enemy. Remorse is for the dead.
this is from my new series “portraits of hope”
from the portraits of hope series
1 Thessalonians 4:16 / For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: / Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. / / / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography / / Canon 400d / /
I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: “ Whom shall I send, / And who will go for Us?” Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.” / Isaiah 6:8 To me this means about dying to self so God can send you out into the world and show the world how much Jesus loves others. This is the great send off! Photomanipulation created in Photoshop CS2 Stock Credits (thank you!): / Tulips: KelbelleStock / Cloaked figure: TwilightAmazonStock / Storm Clouds: Tash-stock / Light beam brush: obsidiandawn
Shamanic angel martyr hiding face with stigmata on the hands. Photo base illustration.
I’ve seen a few candle images posted on ‘RB’ recently & although I’m not certain as to why this is, I decided to post my own candle shot. Not straight out of the camera & certainly not untouched. / I’d describe it as digital art & the message is all in the title. / I don’t care what God you worship all I care about is whether or not you have a good heart & peaceful intentions. There’s no room in life for hatred our time is limited & should be put to good use. Fighting & killing in the name of your faith is simply living a lie & bringing shame to the word of your God. / God; by any name doesn’t need our help when it comes to life or death. God can wipe us all out with a single thought. / All God wants is peace too but God gave us free will & its mankind that wages wars not GOD!! / / THis image is dedicated to Ushna Sardar & the C.O.R.E. group & to eveyone who has peace in their hearts!!
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I took this with more light and at a good angle a liitle about this The meek shall inherit the earth .This line went through my mind as I painted, a line I have been force fed since I was a child. I have issues with religion and fogivenss.The fact one can look up to the heavens and say I was wrong please forgive me then poof it is done, seems all a bit too easy and delusional to me. I believe man has placed religion above spiritually for convenience and in turn made the innocent cower. I think in a just world that the sin/sinner should be placed in the hands of the innocent ...what they chose to do with them is the justice. The meek shall inherit the earth…I have since leaned that you can simply make someone’s life meek/powerless by not forgiving. Maybe that’s what they meant?
The Lord thirsts for our love, for our companionship, for our presence. May we give Him a drink of cold water on this Good Friday as we commemorate and appreciate the greatest act of love in the history of the world.
“Death By Distraction” – An International Collaboration / Image and layout by: Lilith – Netherlands / Poem by: Leon A. Walker – United States A very special thank you to my lovely and gifted collaborative partner Lilith. This is another fabulous piece of work from her. She is a tremendously talented photographer and graphic designer. / / You can find more of Lilith’s work here: / Lilith
Twilight, / so like my mind, / grows dim; / as my eyes close / the candle / of my existence, / goes out… I rise / above the wall / of all I could not see / while living in purgatory – / I live! And so / begins anew, / the lightness of all things: / burning into a new dawn / I am / reborn © Kristin Reynolds 2008
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