Love truth
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DANGEROUS featured in The Divine Feminine 18-4-09! / My poem DANGEROUS featured in All Out Emotion on 1-3-09! Dangerous It is that feeling in her eyes / As she moves towards revolution / Her poise, her presence / She holds herself defiant and courageous / A warrior of the heart. / / Her heart exposed / Vulnerable like a delicate reed / Glistening and subtle, a pearl / But so easily turned raw. / / She bends but not breaks / Missing the arrows of war / and marches forward towards / the rupture of change. / / Through the wind and hail / A tornado of emotion / Her heart in flames / Her dance ignited by passion. / / Her thinking heart / She has been told / Thinks too much / But she is aware, her eyes see / and her heart knows. / / Instinct and passion / Softness and Strength / Intuition and Wisdom / a powerful marriage. / / It takes a strong man to love her / One who can see her soul / for as strong as she is / She is just as soft / And she knows and he knows / In this she is dangerous. Written by Anthea Slade 11-9-08 / / / / /
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It may be difficult to see the writing on the image on your computer, so I’ve added it here to make is easier. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did creating it. Thanks for looking! It’s Because Of You This has been / The best time of my life / And it’s because of you / I now know what it means / To really love and really be loved / And it’s because of you / I awake every morning / To cherish each and every day / And it’s because of you / My life / Is filled with love / And my love is full of life / And it’s because of you / It is / Because of you _ / Check out more of my art from these categories: / Holiday Cards / Abstracts / Sketches / Birds / Seascapes/Landscapes/Sunsets / / Subscribe to art updates / Subscribe to T-shirt updates / Become a fan on FaceBook / Add me as a friend on FaceBook / Follow me on Twitter _ /
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Hearts at War / An exhibition by Paul Louis Villani based on a fictitious character created, developed and modelled by the beautiful and multi talented Jessica Tremp / The exhibition will also be featuring Michael Alesich / / / Art Folders… / / Entire Portfolio / Born From This Earth – Series / Hearts At War / Vehicular works / Architecture / Travel / B&W Photography / Transitional Industrial Utopian Series / Abstract / Models and Fashion Photography
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Watercolour on Paper 100cms x 70 or something x 2 as there are two of them hence the x 2 part. Am adding the song that I wrote from whence I took the titles to the two works… and to the diptych that contains them both. The individual works are here, with a fair bit more text (finally figured out I was leaving out the colon on the linking process. Yay! Go go power Paul!)... The first piece is Blame Your Green Eyes / / The second… For What They Have Seen and the uncropped version Blame Your Green Eyes For What They Have Seen Uncropped OUR LITTLE DEATHS… / You nail my guitar to the bedroom wall / You lick your lips promise me more / Take my nail polish, go out to score / But I can’t, I won’t help anymore. That final appointment waiting in line / A scar on the flesh of your inner thigh, / A casual promise and a white lie / Where the old bridge splits the hot night sky CHORUS / Our little deaths / Holding your breath / I’ll always be less / Always a mess / Ill never confess / To the cuts on my flesh / Or the tears on your dress / Are all we have left You carry the heat all bloody and keen / Hot with this fever since you were 15 / Stones you’ve kept for each lie you have been / Blame your green eyes, for what they have seen We kissed on the beach last Halloween. / And now we’ll never forget the shit we have seen / The hell in the wall the gorgeous machine / The tiny mad children that we have both been - Paul Robertson, sometimes afraid of trees.
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She cries for our pain, she cries for our sorrow, she waits and watches hoping one day we will wake up and be who we are supposed to be….creatures of light and love…. May the world wake up and see…. Pencil on Bristol
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I was so moved while making this piece that I began to cry as my heart and mind thought of everything that He went through and still pressed on just for you and me.
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At the moment it’s tough to see the wood for the trees. So I thought I’d just provide a bit of focus.
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This shot is revisited. I decided to put it in colour for Christmas :) Words not needed. A Mother’s love for her most precious possession. Original shot by the super talented Rebecca Zachariah Shot in northern Rwanda.
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Know Your Own Heart was drawn on Sunday 16-11-08
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Many years ago, sometime in the early 1990’s, my husband and I were travelling through Hopi land, outside of Truth or Consequences, Arizona and happened upon a Tribal officer while camping, and we shared a pot of coffee with him. In our conversation, he noticed a basket of sacred white sage, that I usually wrapped while we drove through the countryside, prompting him to telling us about Oraibi, the oldest (still standing) native site in the U.S. He continued by telling us of a gathering there on the following day, and that he’d like to invite us to attend and we wholeheartedly agreed. / We started our morning having a traditional Hopi breakfast of Frybread, black beans and eggs, then we drove up to the Mesas, ignoring the signs that read “No White Man beyond this point”, we drove up a winding road, while I wrapped and was burning sage. When we reached the dwellings, many people were coming out of their homes and surrounding our hippie van (‘78 Dodge). It turns out they had not had white sage (grandmother sage) growing on their land for a couple of years, so when they smelled it coming from our vehicle they had to investigate. Thank Creator that it grew like weeds on our property in California, and we had plenty with us. We gifted several people with wrapped bundles, while others wished to trade for torquoise, blue corn and dye-making instruction. It was a wonderful morning, and we felt good that they mentioned it was a significant gift for the upcoming gathering, which they also invited us to attend. / After eating lunch with a beautiful Hopi family, we drove down the Mesa, following our new friends to Oraibi. When we arrived, there were maybe a dozen people standing around, we got out of the van and an elder man in jeans, a flannel shirt and a bandana around his head, approached us, as I held out a small basket of bundled sage, he just smiled. He took the basket in his roughly worn hands and motioned for us to follow him. We sat down in a circle with what grew to about 30 people, at this time and another man began speaking about the Earth and introduced the elderly man as the authorized spokesperson to speak on behalf of the Elders of the Hopi Nation – Thomas Banyacaya. / I was actually aware of who this elder was, and shocked that I was standing beside him as he was to address a chosen group of tribal and non-tribal (us) members, which was now about 75 people. This humble man would share a message of clear intent and great importance… We are the One’s we have been waiting for… / We have been telling the people that this is the eleventh hour. Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the hour. And there are things to be considered: / Where are you living? / What are you doing? / What are your relationships? / Are you in right relationship? / Know your garden. It is time to speak your truth. Create your community. Be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for a leader. This could be a good time. / There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold onto the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and they will suffer greatly. / Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore and push off into the river. Keep your eyes open and your head above water. See who is in there with you and celebrate. / At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt. / The time of the Lone Wolf is over. Gather yourselves! / Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. / All that you do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. / We are the one’s we have been waiting for.” This artwork is a symbol of the rain deity that I remembered from a rock drawing we saw while at Hopi land, near Betatakin. Drawn, photographed, then painted in photoshop7 (it is also the T-shirt design called Earth Tribe with a slight alteration) All, all and everything is of importance and nothing that is good happens fast. Thanks to my serendipitous sister, owlspook, a link providing the same message ;) New Hopi Prayer
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Divine intelligence are we, who are free / humans progressively learning NOW to be Understanding the light that yearns to see / mirrors of observance, are the wings of ‘we’ Growth from ribbons of acceptance to agree / arise with our tolerance of natures carefree Perceptions ever-changing to explore as trustees / experiencing life as ONE is the masters’ key We will transcend the fear of traumas fantasy / to function together with no “me” guarantees Among ourselves is the power, no external apogee / a team of angels on earth are destiny’s nominees Truths accepted, as we share love peacefully / Our ascension is hope, upon wings of our consents decree. tkrosevear 3/5/2009 This is a digital painting done with Wacom pad/pen in photoshop with the sandstone suface. Done for the “Arise” challenge.
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Forgiveness not forgotten
by tkrosevearI forgave you yesterday for hurtful words / today, I compromised for affection / I’ll forgive you tomorrow / and lose more faith in my belie…
Back in 1992, I wrote this quote in my journal, “Forgiveness is a courageous attempt to add steps to the ladder of the future. To forgive oneself is the doorway to heaven and the challenge of lives to come.” I cannot remember who the author was, but this quote is a part of my daily routine - / I forgive myself for what I’ve done yesterday, today and tomorrow! / In my counseling efforts the issue of forgiveness is always misconstrued, that in order to forgive you must embrace the person forgiven – this is NOT to say you need live with them, tolerate future abuse, or forget the lessons learned from this relationship. I guess that this particular belief is what sparked the inspiration for this writing at 2am this morning. / I am hopeful that someone struggling with Self-Esteem earns their presence and ability to hold themself in enough regard and strength NOT to compromise themself for Survival, Affection or Success! / Peace~ Imagine my surprise today 5/6/09, when my sweet sister DevineDay Dreams created created this beautiful artwork to accompany this poem…
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Come to me, come closer / Lean in and breathe my scent / Come with me, create my intent I am a vibrant wild lily / Growing untamed and free / I open in the heat of midday / I spread my petals big and wide / And invite the sun’s warm rays inside / I am not shy and I will not hide / This primal power that lies inside All the other flowers / Run away and hide / Or openly despise and give nasty little replies / I do not grant them the bend of my pride / I don’t reply and I will not lie / Their stares and their glares / Like water off a duck’s back they glide All the bees want to come and see / What sweet juices hide at the core of me / They fight and boast and try to coast / Their way inside to hop on my feral ride / But I am a fickle flower with a wild root / And if you can’t handle my strength and my power / Then I think it’s best son, / You step back from this flower © AmandaGWright 2009.
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It is not subtle / It is raw and yet as delicate as the / Lace on the bride’s bodice / It seeps and crawls / Yet … / The moment of entry is as bold and as full / As a storm exploding in the sky / Raining and cleansing / Yet flooding and consuming / All of you. / You allow / You arch to the sky a bridge of your needs / And desires / You feel the colors / You draw the boundaries as boundless / And then the rapture hits you like / The dream of forgetting and remembering / And you / For just that moment / Feel endless / You feel the Truth Linaji 2009 VIEW LARGE
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Denial
by Wendy SleeDenial is not a river in Egypt, / it is a song that plays from Hithergreen to Hollywood. We’ve all paddled in that river and sung that tune…. / If you say that you haven’t, then your feet are still wet. This is my celebration of awareness … ...an awareness that I neither sing nor swim very well, so denial is no longer the place for me…...
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I am Lilith, I am the original Venus, I am Isis. / I am God’s wife, I am the keeper of the Divine Feminine Energies…I have been ripped from the pages of history, I have been shamed into submission and banished to oblivion and still I return again and again and again. I am the beginning and I will be the end. I have been enslaved, imprisoned, raped, beheaded and burned at the stake and still you cannot kill me or destroy my truth. You can hide behind your book of lies, you can burn me and scorn me with your hate-filled eyes and yet, and yet still I will rise, like the moon stretched out high in the sky or with the bubbling strength of the tide, I will rise, I will rise, I WILL RISE! This image is part of the Lost Goddess Diaries. / Mixed media and collage on 140lb watercolor paper. / All collage elements are of my own creation. © AmandaGWright 2009.
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I wrote this in my journal one morning. It relates to my own goal in life which is to become a truly loving, humble and strong man. The image is a self portrait that is meant to depict my integrity in achieving my goal. TRUE LOVE / Is to feel beauty, true strength is to not be rejected by seperation from that which we feel to be beautiful. To be so connected to yourself , to truth, to God and to others that yo see through the walls, blocks and repressed memories that so hide us from love. True strength is in the energy to not be rejected by anyone or anything. True strength is to keep enjoying life and it’s activities and to get to a place where we don’t fear loss. A truly strong, secure and humble person loves to touch and be touched. A truly strong, aware and humble person has no protective walls. A truly strong person does not take on guilt from others. I must be fulfilled, humble and abundant to be truly strong and loving.I must attain an inner peace where I do not rush and pressure people, even people who are rushing and pressuring themselves. Further I must find a place where I do not feel ripped off when people or life do not give me what I want. Few in life are reliable and respectful. Many are self absorbed and fake. However, as I know with my own personality, such things are sourced from weakness and unconsciousness. I must communicate with such weakness, be it in myself or others, from a place of calm compassion rather than hurt. The more I can attain such composure the closer I will get to one day truly loving myself, others and life. www.leapoffaith.com.au
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“The Road Less Traveled” chamberstock.deviantart.com / background purchased textures my own This is something that fits my personality. / I was, growing up and even now, the one who never joined the “popular groups”. / I was always just a little bit on the fringe. / While other kids back in the 80’s were loving Sting (I liked him too) – I was immersed in old movies with Humphrey Bogart. / I didn’t smoke pot, didn’t drink …but had my own “edginess” that I can’t quite describe. It has served me well I think. I know there are countless of us “edgy non-conformers” here – and this piece is for US! I’m a huge Robert Frost fan – so I felt his poem “The Road Less Traveled” really fit this piece. Claudia “The Road Less Traveled” by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, / And sorry I could not travel both / And be one traveller, long I stood / And looked down one as far as I could / To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, / And having perhaps the better claim, / Because it was grassy and wanted wear; / Though as for that the passing there / Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay / In leaves no step had trodden black. / Oh, I kept the first for another day! / Yet knowing how way leads on to way, / I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh / Somewhere ages and ages hence: / Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference ...Robert Frost
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In The Heartbeat
by JaneSolomonIt is in the heartbeat of a new day’s birth / In the aching solitude, the quiet aloneness / In the vigilant veil of the morning mist / In t…
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