Why Wall Art
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Why? Why is she crying? Has she been hurt? Has she been burned by love? Has she been tormented? Or is she the tormentor …
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Candy
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I am more / than the sum of these wounds, / though they threaten to engulf me. / Yet sometimes, the wounds seem greater than I, / and they drag me back into / the raw and ragged edges of memory, / where pain casts a dark shadow beside me. / Within me the hands of fate have carved / a well so deep that at times there seems / NO way out, / and I claw the walls with bleeding hands and cry for release. Is this all I am? / Is this the meaning to my existence? / Is this what I came here for? Deep within I hear the whisper that tells me to look, / there IS more. / This self same well that struggles to contain my sorrow and incubate my fears, is the same vessel that would hold all my love, / even all the love of this world, / and emanate an effervescent light of joy from its depths. / Yet I pass through it without realizing I have been a prisoner / of my own choosing. How doggedly we hollow out this well, and fill ourselves with what we know, or think we do, / how blindly we allow it to define who we are, / and sound out the rhythm of our being…. / but as deep as the pain cuts darkly, / and the wound gouges out a hollow so black, / so much deeper is that place within that might burst with love and joy, an empty space resounding with potential / and the promise of healing and truth. / IF only we could realize we are more, / than that which we let overwhelm us. I was walking through the forest and saw a red glow ahead of me in the shadows….. there was a bright red circle on a fallen tree and it drew me to it. I could not believe how bright this red wound was, on this tree, a gaping, raw, bloody hole, and it made me weep inside for all living things. This is the sight, the image, that made me think more about my own woundedness, and perhaps the wounds that we all carry and too often lose ourselves in. /
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There’s no jobs , nothing to do, so why not enjoy some of the simple pleasures in life. The govenment say they will shorten the dole queues….. I can only imagine they are going to get people to stand closer together.
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Here are scars upon my body, / Scars of every kind / But the deepest scars of all / Are those within my mind I have seen too much & done too much / to ever sleep at night / But what I did I did for you & / you told me it was right By Chris51 / Thanks to Tony Ryan / Model: Danielle
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Uploaded for the Primates Group.
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Limited Edition Print of 150 by PaperMonster Titled “Why Did I?” / Stencil Inspire by Original Foto by Lauren Michelle http://www.flickr.com/photos/laumichelle/354336572/ / Visit: / http://www.papermonster.org / or myspace.com/elpapermonster
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Because I want a better world for him Read more on Active Art Digital collage of more than 1200 images from my collection / MCN:C84E9-C7723-C52A3
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This is a backyard photo of our dog Millie, AKA “Millie Willy Wonkas” everyone is game in my house. I don’t think she likes it very much but, she stays in a freeze position,oh if you only knew what my girls have made her do :] we love her.
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Here in the UK it is the 5th worse summer for rain on record / . / PS Never buy a Car when you’ve been drinking
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Acrylic on Canvas. 30cm by 30cm. This work is for sale. $390 Contact nick on 0412 149 357.
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i wouldn’t be hahah i dont’ even know where i am right now lol, XD hopes you likes
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This is not a flower from my show and poems for her. This poem came up today as I was listening to the news about someone beating his wife. / Seems to be common in some country’s of the world to beat your wife. / It had me really angry and after the anger I thought about that man and what he might feel later in his sad life after years have passed as he sat in front of his TV alone. I sit here in my favorite chair the late late show is on. / Someone is talking about something as if I really care. / I sit here every night alone wishing I was dead. / But Gods making my days real long I guess he’s really mad. / I sit and see where you once sat your chair is empty now. / I see the knitting that you made in your happy days. / I see the kitchen table from where I sit, your plate sits in its place. / The only thing missing in this show is you my loving wife. / I sit here every night alone afraid to call you up. / Its been five years since you walked out our house. / Not one word have I heard from you since that dreadful day. / I wonder if you’ll ever let the past lie down and die. / I did them things to hurt you hon I know it was my fault. / And as I look down at the floor tears begin to fall. / What was it that I said to you so mean it knocked you down. / I had a drink I know its wrong and that was no excuse. / I took the one thing that you loved your photo of your mom. / And then I ripped it apart and threw it in your face. / I drink, I lie, I do the things that I said I’d stop. / I go to church and ask the lord to help me see the light. / But no I walk right out that church and soon as we get home… / If dinners not the way I want then I start a fight. / I know I said I’d get it right, but hon I just don’t know! / I think I am just too bitter at the way my life has gone / Its not your fault you did it right you stood tall by my side. / When your friend’s said take a walk and leave me to my own. / You took it all and smiled at them and told them they would see. / And then I did just what they said.. Oh hon I feel so bad. / And then the one that loved me most I turned on her too. / I sit and wait until he comes and takes me by the hand. / I hope that he will forgive me hon for all that I have done. / I know I don’t deserve his love for I have been so bad. / So here I sit and wait for him as tear drops slowly fall.
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Acrylic on Canvas by Max Lecherman, aged 13. Max was so inspired by Tank’s Tyranny of Self Punishment that he had to paint it. Special thanks to Tank for his permission to post.
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Take Me Out Of The Dark / By: Gary Valenciano —-—-—- / Just what is it in me / Sometimes I just don’t know / What keeps me in your love / Why you never let me go / And though you’re in me now / I fall and hurt you still / My Lord, please show me how / To know just how you feel / You have forgiven me / Too many times, it seems / I feel I’m not what you might call / A worthy Christian after all / And though I love you so / Temptation find its way to me Chorus: / Teach me to trust in you with all of my heart / To lean not on my own understanding / ‘Cause I just forget / You won’t give me what I can’t bear / Take me out of the dark, my Lord / I don’t wanna be there / ooh,ooh,wooh You’ve never left my side / You gave your hand to me / to hold you, Oh Jesus, / I’m no longer in the cold / And yet, I leave you there / When I feel satisfied / I’d like to thank you everyday / Not only when I feel that way / I’ve never known a man who’d give his life / For sinners like me / And yet because he loves us so / He’s promised us eternity / And we can have that promise and be His / If we have faith and just believe Chorus: / Teach us to trust in you with all of our heart / To lean not on our own understanding / ‘Cause we just forget / You won’t give us what we can’t bear / Take us out of the dark, my Lord / ‘Coz we don’t wanna be alone / Take us out of the dark, my Lord / we don’t wanna be there / my Lord Repeat Chorus / ooh, wooh
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Pastel on Canson, / He appeared and would answer questions. / Why are you here?.....Because you need me. / Why have you a war bonnet on?....Because you will notice me. / Why do you look through me?...So I can feel your spirit. / Why can I feel your breath?....So you know you are alive. / Why can I hear your words?....Because we are connected. I would of noticed you without your war bonnet…......he answered” I know.” © Copyright 2008 Jo Hoden, All Rights Reserved.
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I’m sure they wouldn’t if they didn’t have to! Would anyone?! The blissful Koh Similan island, looking down from Sail Rock to ‘those’ waters. I snorkeled around these rocks until my skin shriveled like a sultana! Always rapt to receive any comments or viewage….cheers, Matt.
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coral art
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A special thank you to Greeneyedlady who was inspired by this picture to write a poem called ‘Voiceless’ ...
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