Life sad
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I ate them all is all about privious relationships that did not work out, but some are sad and some are happy, but life goes on and you just have to pick up the pieces and move on, forgive and forget. Or els you will never meet the love of your life, it is like cleaning house, as soon as you through something out something new will come in to your life. / /
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Pot of Gold
by jumpyNever stop chasing your dreams!!! TAKE A LOOK AT THE ACTUAL TEE /
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Shot this morning, a 3 bracket HDR image, output through Photoshop and Photomatix. As I said I was moving out to the country, and the photo-opps are numerous! :) I have always found scenes like this in rural America almost iconic in a sense, the ever enduring struggle of the American Farmer vs Government and big Corporate America. When I saw this I just stopped dead in my tracks, what you don’t see is the ranch house which was built about 30 years ago all boarded up….just sitting there….it really is just sad, seeing these open fields go to waste, the barn empty, with rusty farm equipment, harking back to when a family made an honest living off the land and the crops they raised. Part of America forever lost, part of a families tradition gone, forever. So goes life at times on the Eastern Plains of Colorado….... Thoughts welcomed ..the song below simply says it all…... —-—-—-—-—-—-—— See more on my website 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 John Cougar Mellencamp--Rain On The Scarecrow-Video HERE Scarecrow on a wooden cross Blackbird in the barn / Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm / I grew up like my daddy did My grandpa cleared this land / When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand / Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow / This land fed a nation This land made me proud / And Son I’m just sorry there’s no legacy for you now / Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow / Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow / The crops we grew last summer weren’t enough to pay the loans / Couldn’t buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed / Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the land / He said John it’s just my job and I hope you understand / Hey calling it your job ol’ hoss sure don’t make it right / But if you want me to I’ll say a prayer for your soul tonight / And grandma’s on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand / Sometimes I hear her singing “Take me to the Promised Land” / When you take away a man’s dignity he can’t work his fields and cows / There’ll be blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow / Blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow / Well there’s ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard / Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms / I think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name / And some nights I feel like dyin’ Like that scarecrow in the rain / Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow / This land fed a nation This land made me proud / And Son I’m just sorry they’re just memories for you now / Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow / Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow / Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow / This land fed a nation This land made me proud / And Son I’m just sorry they’re just memories for you now / Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow / Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
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a wasted life, for a life wasted… experienced by indie artist Eric Murphy of sadmachine.com Copyright 2006-2008.
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coming soon AFTER-LIFE and ‘DEATH’
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see also LIFE its not a game
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/ this started out as just another doodle but as it was forming I began to see this poor,little old man with his eyes closed.perhaps thinking of times passed by and yet holding his head high as cruel time starts to dwindle away…. pencil on medium tooth paper-color and texture added in PS CS.
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It is sad when people see themselves as failures, that one mistake constitutes a disaster and that we cannot recover from it. It is sad that we see ourselves as unattractive, grotesque. When we look in a mirror all we see are faults, when we look back on our lives we see nothing but bad. We capture bad moments and turn them into a lifetime of regrets or reproach. We have bad dreams and turn them into nightmares.We cock a snoot at helping hands or turn our backs on the very people reaching out to us. / When will we learn that perfection is just a word in the dictionary, and that it is nothing more than a benchmark or a millstone… it is our choice.
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Drawn 2008. Age 21. “In the cold dampness I quietly rest against the crumbling wall with my eyes closed; hoping in vain to be forgotten and left alone”* This was just a quick sketch using black biro pen on standard plan paper. I am hoping to expand upon this idea in a more developed drawing sometime in the distant future…
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oil on canvas
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We may not always see ourselves as other’s do / “Life” is not just black and white / Its full of colour and hope / —-—-—-—-—-—-—
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Sorrow of Indian Summer She asked if I had any memories / I lie and utter yes, a couple. / How sad that must be for you, / I lie and utter no. / Do you miss her, / I lie and utter no. / Is the soul swallowing darkness / deep within my icey gaze / not transparent enough? / It is so sad, I am so sorry for you, / I lie and utter thanks. / Dead is dead, matters not how, or why, or who. / Once gone, forgotten or not, / dead is dead, woman or beast, / least of least, rest in peace.
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on my way to the art show …I was in a sad mood …don’t know why just sometimes it hits like that….anyway as I was driving I went over the bridge and a flock of birds flew over the water ....it was early morning and the moon was still out as parts of the sun were waking up …and I though how beautiful it would be if they could lift me fly me to wherever i could feel happy ….silly thoughts but the sence seem to boost me for the day…. i have a few more of these and I am calling them my daydreams series pastel and ink on wood panel 14”x14”
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photo taken at atlantic avenue power company. more of my work is viewable on abandonedamerica.org
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Featured in the group Cats And Dogs.
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oldschool Easter bunny sitting on an empty beach, Crete 2009 FEATURED IN REDBUBBLE ART&PHOTOGRAPHY May 2009
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Photo inspired by the poem “October Roses” by Émile Nelligan. / It is a french written poem.
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In fond memory of a beautiful soul Dedicated with love to Vic Cross. _____ Canon 50D / Canon macro 100mm lens / F/3.5, 1/250 sec, ISO 250, 100m / Post edited ACDSee Pro3, CS3 My dear friend of many years silverstrummer has written some beautiful prose in collaboration for this image: Oh dear Spring of life, / Show us how to grow, / From the buds of spring / To the flowers of June Nurture us as a Single Rose / So pure and so perfect / Make us strong and steadfast / Give us the aroma of our essence / Our mystical force Make us bloom in the summer / Our fragrance drifting in the wind / We need your Elementals / To make us grow strong Just like life itself, we sow our seed, / We grow to be nurtured and moulded / To stand alone and to be counted Our worldly experience’s help / Each other in it’s own way. / Then our time is taken / To Reflect how one lives life Our time is now to go forth / Meet our makers with a smile / For you see before you / Our seeds have already been planted Life now Gone / But New Life is Beginning growing ever Strong Requiem aeternam eis, Domine / (Grant Them Eternal Rest, O’Lord)
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The Death of Her Pas De Deux
by Kristin ReynoldsI never should have handed you / my pretty pink ballet slippers. They had hung off the edge of my bed / for as long as I can remember, / ...
having a relationship with someone with mental illness can be very taxing. This is just a vent on being the one trying to interact with the one suffering from depression and/or bi-polar disorder. / It is so hard trying to balance the want to be with someone who is not there much of them time…wanting to love them, wanting them there...and the plain, hard fact that they cannot be alot of the time due to their illness – medication or not.
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Unanswered questions
by Matt PenfoldWe land on our bums or stand tall and proud / But at least if we’ve followed our dreams / Our lives will be full and not ruled by the crowd…
This is a few bits and pieces that I put together over the last couple of months, mostly about love. Some parts are modified comments or themes from comments, also there are ideas, themes and metaphor inspired by other RedBubble writers. Audio recording of this poem
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