death comes…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
from the woman who tortured my heart as a child…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
This is a composite image of the beautiful sea cliffs of Maui’s North Shore near Honomanu Bay taken from Ke’anae Peninsula. You may see the road to heavenly Hana at the top of the cliffs. Maui Hawai’i Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved / My images do not belong to the public domain Beauty XXV “But the restless say, “We have heard her shouting among the mountains, And with her cries came the sound of hooves, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions.” At night the watchmen of the city say, “Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.” And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, “we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset.” In winter say the snow-bound, “She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills.” And in the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.” All these things have you said of beauty. Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight. People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.” ~ Khalil Gibran Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi / Lava
a slow, debilitating complaint…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
i want to dream of tomorrows…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
i have very few reoccurring loving memories…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
this is my last day and i own it…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
i only pray that someday…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
if next really meant what it seems to mean…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
that it is just as frail, and as fragile…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
will it be one that reaches far into my world…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
The one and only truth. There is no point to life.
Realisation
so much / i cannot look myself in the eye The beautiful Model is Caitlin Coffey. 2008.
He’d smelt the death on the air, and the smouldering ash of his home crumbled under his feet. He was alone.
A scribbling, the first bit of writing I’ve uploaded. A true story of a 5 year old child left to hide from violent insurgents in Sierra Leone. His mother raped and killed in front of him, and the bodies of the rest of his family burned. The Men in blue are the UN peace keepers that never came.
selected mixed media works by Stephanie Clifton
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Don’t blink don’t think and please don’t move / Whats there to lose / Just wait put yourself in a mind state to try and create…....... ...
My dreams may live or they may die What will it be? Give voice to truth or to a lie?
As the sun wakes up the world with its new hopes for happiness, may it shine on you and bring you the bright and beautiful gift that it so lovingly holds…the gift of this special day. You have an angel whose wishes consist of such wonderful things for you! May you have a day whose moments unfold with peace, with promise, with doors that open on new beginnings, and with windows that look out on a world filled with dreams waiting to / come true. May today not only be a day of duty done and life’s little battles won; / may it be a time of joy, of laughter, of memories made and faith renewed. May it be a time when feelings of closeness are sweetly conveyed, when truths are spoken, when smiles appear, and when you just know , warm within your heart, that your angel is always near. May today be a sweet success. Not in the form of furnishings and wealth, but in the much more dear and valuable ways: good friends, good feelings, good health. May you and the loved ones in the circle of your life always know the treasure of togetherness. May a gentle gladness remind you that there is never too little time to strive or too little strength to climb. May your joys be everlasting, and your beliefs stay steady and deep and true. And as each day comes full circle, and the quiet times of reflection bring an evening of serenity, may a distant dream find you, and lovingly remind you that you have an angel who will always keep a close watch…over you. / Written by ~ Douglas Pagels / All profit goes to Feed The Children
I wish for many things. I wish sometimes I wouldn’t feel needy. I can’t stand needy people. I wish people would tell me the trut…
It’s pretty self explanatory.
Environmental-phobia #1 – “Rain” / Why is it that humans are scared of rain? Have you / ever thought about the rational of it? I mean when ...
Friends and I were putting together an idea for a Goldfish movie on a saturday afternoon and wonderfully the actors started displaying beautiful emotion. Pleasant.
A shot of reality to remind us how unimportant we really are!
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