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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
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birds on branches
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A tribute combining sculpture & photography / Nessun Dorma by Puccini / Luciano Pavarotti
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This Lanner Falcon shot was taken after a bit of a down poor ! ............. The Lanner Falcon is a native of all of Africa and the southern parts of Italy, Sicily, Greece and Asia Minor. / It is essentially a bird of mountainous terrain except in Africa, where it can also be found in savannahs, plains and deserts. The Lanner Falcon is a fast-flying bird and is well designed for catching birds up to the size of a Guinea Fowl, and bats, especially the larger fruit bats. / When prey of this kind is scarce, ground living mammals and lizards are taken. It will also gorge on locusts and flying termites when they are swarming. The Lanner Falcon has a shrill, piercing, almost screaming voice, similar in content to that of the Peregerine Falcon, but somewhat higher pitched. Much, but not all of the Lanner Falcon’s prey is taken in the air, when the falcon descends to its prey and binds to it with a smack which can be heard some way off. It then carries it off. / Occasionally it will strike its prey in the air and allow it to drop to the ground, collecting it there, but this is less frequent behaviour. / When defending its nesting territory, it will often stoop with tremendous force at an animal it cannot hope to kill, which seems to be, nonetheless, an effective deterrent.
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Make: Canon / Model: Canon PowerShot S5 IS / Shutter Speed: 1/13 second / F Number: F/3.5 / Focal Length: 37 mm / ISO Speed: 200 / Date Picture Taken: Sep 12, 2008, 12:26:44 PM
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Image copyright © 2008 Lisa C. Weber. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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Make: Canon / Model: Canon PowerShot S5 IS / Shutter Speed: 1/125 second / F Number: F/3.5 / Focal Length: 46 mm / ISO Speed: 200 / Date Picture Taken: Nov 12, 2008, 4:48:20 PM
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Mark Milanovic AKA Jake Ender In the studio, recording his Demo.
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Please view large!!! This is my way to healing and selfrealization. If my work can give something to an other human being it is twice worth the effort. Thanks for stopping by and look into my world for a minute. In this piece I have tried to describe some of the scars I was left from the person I most loved and trusted in my childhood. This was a difficult piece of work to do, and hard to share with others. From a series where I work to express the deepest emotions, both positive and “negative”. / This is a composite of two different images. Inspired by Arvo Pärts beautiful piece Festina Lente / Please enjoy it.
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welcome back in the 20’s. Enjoy a guinguette à Paris and dance all day.
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Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved Pa’ako Ka Makani / Hawaiian Translation: Pa’ako Voice of the Wind / Makena Maui Hawai’i / Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi / 19 Apelila 2009 My images do not belong to the public domain and may not be reproduced, copied, downloaded or distributed in any manner whatsoever without my express written authorization. All rights reserved Universewide. Mahalo! Everywhere I look, I see beauty. Listen if you would hear the music of the land. Imitate nature in your art. Give one blessing for every two you receive. Never refuse a gift of the land. Heed well the voice of your heart. Give to the land more than you take. The song of the sea is neverending. On any great journey, be guided by the stars, na hoku. Learn of the world around you, and in the learning, ... find / yourself. Honor the memory of your ancestors, your kupuna. Every life is precious; every spirit unique and / irreplaceable. A Journey of the spirit is never truly finished—its paths / continually unfold before us. A life well spent is like the banyan tree—anchored to the / land by many roots. The rain is a blessing of renewal upon the earth. Arise, oh Sun, and warm the land with your passage! Though I have no wings, my spirit flies upon the wind! Strength is the warrior within. The land is rich in abundance for those who know where to / look. In the song of the ocean, I find healing. Let me be like the dolphin—joyous in the knowledge of my / freedom! The sun’s light brings new life—the moon’s glow, renewal. In each of us dwells the fountainhead of greatness. The creative source is also the source of life. Each of us must aspire to the heights of our own abilities. Our spirits are reborn in the land. What benefits the Earth, Ke Au Nei, benefits all life. Find the good in every aspect of life. The wind bides for a spell in this place, then it seeks / other lands to explore. Stone remains when all else passes away. Build to preserve, not to destroy.
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Ah from a little child, / Thou knowest Soul how to me all sounds became music, / My mother’s voice in lullaby or hymn…..... Words by Walt Whitman This painting is dedicated to all Mother’s. May 25th 2009
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Celebrating diversity is something that should be valued and respected at all times. It is important to cultivate a deeper trust that truth will emerge from conflict, or from a situation when we are least expecting it. This I experienced myself today. I feel as if something that kept a cloud over me most of life, left me today and I feel different…........ I feel brand new - Especially For You May 27th 2009
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Genesis 21:16 Let me not see the death of the child. And she s lifted up her voice, and wept.
by TREVOR IRWINPLEASE READ THIS APPEAL. My name is Trevor and I am an Irish Missionary and Founder of Philadelphia Misison Charity. http://www.philadelphia33.org/ This is Naomi and she lives in Ungwa/fada village , a remote village in Nigeria. In this one village, there are 15 children with Chronic Rickets. Naomi is in terrible pain and and barely walk. her pelvis and both upper and lower limbs are bowed and twisted. Yet she always tries to run to em each time she see,s me. There are 14 others just like Naomi in Ungwa/Fada village. We need your help to provide a clean well, plus seeds, fertilizers, clothing, Medical care and tools so the whole village can survive. This is were God has called me to serve him. I ask not for myself, but for these precious children. Rickets can be stopped. We can do it. Lamentations 1:16 For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, my children are desolate. This is what I feel every day as I do what I can to help these children. My sorrow is deed and I am only sustained and comforted by God who is giving me those who he has hand-picked to Pray, encourage and give to these poor. His word is sure and I will Never give up until I and the Philadelphia Mission can reach all in these villages with Not Just The Christian Message, But with the materials and help they need. My sorrow is that i have little money of my own to help them. Lamentations 1:12 + Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow+. Come and partner with the Philadelphia Mission today. Join me and our small mission charity, and bless a child. We need each other. ALL MONEY RAISED FROM SALE OF MY ART, DONATED ART AND DONATIONS MADE VIA OUR CHARITY WEBSITE, GOES TO HELP THESE PRECIOUS CHILDREN. WE TAKE NOTHING OUT OF WHAT YOU GIVE TOWARDS CHARITY OVERHEADS. WE ARE NOT SALARIED AND COVER OUR OWN TRAVEL EXPENSES. SO ALL THAT YOU GIVE GOES TO THESE CHILDREN To make a donation, or find out more, Please visit our Charity Mission website: http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Camera: Canon 400D. Lens: Sigma 50-500 Telephoto. ISO 800.
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music This is a collage of individual photos my friends and I took for another mate’s birthday present. This was originally 4 photos which were a creative gift of friendship. I wanted to take it one step further. Individually, the 3 friends in this photo and myself are very different. 2 male, 2 female, 2 coloured, 2 white, 2 full blooded, 2 half blooded, 2 older, 2 younger, 2 single, 2 in relationships. Perfectly divided in half, matching on some levels, opposing on others. Remind me again, how are we so different? Imagine a world where we are not governed by what society think of us, where media is not god, where prejudice is laughable, where division is not the main focus of our time and a place where people can live, not exist. Idealistic? Maybe.. but nice to consider. Featured in Core [C.O.R.E] / Featured in Put Out Or Get Out Canon SX100IS Edited 9pm Original photo in negative, layered sections cut from other portraits of 3 friends on top, added colour filter to each slice, contrast increase, added texture to finish. MCN: CVSPP-HDETY-2GLE5
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This collage was inspired by the tragic tale of Shakespeare’s Ophelia… Gertrude’s soliloquy (from Act 4 Scene 7): ”...There is a willow grows aslant a brook, / That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; / There with fantastic garlands did she come / Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples / That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, / But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them: / There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds / Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; / When down her weedy trophies and herself / Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; / And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: / Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; / As one incapable of her own distress, / Or like a creature native and indued / Unto that element: but long it could not be / Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, / Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay / To muddy death…”
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Cut Me Loose
by Kristin Reynoldslet go of my hands / i can’t touch the stars / when you hold so tight! / these 4 mile tethers / attached to your dreams are choking me; / e…
stream of consciousness deminished hexaverse.
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A BROKEN HEART WILL TELL YOU LIES
by cosimopiroLove may be forgotten but it never dies / but a broken heart will tell you lies.
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These gentlemen are part of an A-Capella group that performs across Busch Gardens in Tampa, Florida… The human voice is the organ of the soul. / Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Olympus SP570 UZ straight from the camera (mandatory mention for the As Is group) A is for A-Capella
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