Night walk with my chicken…she”smiles” and says
~°•○●☆”goodnight”☆●○•°~
To be aware of vast greatness
Another reason to believe
A reason to be grateful for vision
Another day passes in peace
Love won…
NOT AS A MEASURE OF THEIR WORTH BUT AS A CHANCE FOR A NEW START.
{♡Je t’aime mon fils pour toujours ♡}
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R. I. Y. G. B. NEEDS T.
I’m never invited to parties by R.O.Y.G.B.
I go unmentioned in regards to the sea.
At times, I silhouette the sun.
I am the favorite color of, the one who writes this poem.
Why can’t R.O.Y.G.B. open up its box for me?
I beg the world to set me free.
Oceans glow so beautifully.
Some say it is because of me.
Turquoise is my only name.
Many photographer’s landscapes proclaim.
My only wish is, to be a color,
included by the rainbows mother.
Please help the world so that they might see.
That turquoise shines through you and me.
Then, R.O.Y.G.B. and T, happily forever we will be.
A sea of colors all as one.
Can you see how lovely that would be?
Thank you, sincerely,
~ T ~
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I paint licentious
I paint to shield my bygone
I paint to run past my pain
I paint so I won’t dread
I paint to see
I paint what’s inside of me
A world free of judgment
My world of security
Freedom
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He loves her with all his heart
His pain won’t end until she sees
Her worth he holds so dear
His pain her sadness
Her uncertainty
Building walls
War must end
Or both hearts will die
His prayer is for her to grow
Wings of gold
To fly
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Two Hearts as one
One had to run
Now to dread
What lies ahead
Energies light
Be her guide
Shattered between
Galaxies
Eagle nebula
Protection wise
Life granted
She will not die
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Only ying yang serves as true
Follow what’s inside of you
Free yourself from condemned past
Feel your beauty
It is vast
True love no shadow cast
We are free alas
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We must pass through border patrol when we go to to town.
There are sniffing dogs all around.
Why are these dogs here?
Are the trained to smell our fear?
A different race they’re looking for,
So they say.
America’s a melting pot
You think border patrol forgot?
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Memories of truth were told
Frozen hearts brick walls of bold
Separated love instilling fear
Damned to hell the stories told
Hidden by the lifeless wall
Fraudulent schemes consistently
Shameless echoes from their halls
Raped my soul in trade for gain
Before consciousness began
Raging storms a thousand years
Rivers filled with sinners tears
Comparing worn tattered clothes
To their priceless royal robes
Forced to shrink while they grin
Stain glass divides truth from sin
Cunning artifice a guise
Facticity
From
hollowd
eyes
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Picture drawn by my daughter
[Candice Jones (C) 2012]
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M D,s CIGARS* *YUMA ARIZONA
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This is Tinker. She is preparing her attire for the party at the coop. She is anticipating an invitation…she loves Easter parties. Chocolate is her favorite treat. Little chicks she would love to see along with bunnies wearing slippers!
You see…
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Just thought I might try them in black and white!
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Abandoned, deserted, forsaken and torn, I was grateful for an ability to see and adorn.
Biodegradable awaiting their storm.
They anticipate in silence as they fade with a mourn,
A decade of waiting
they will be reborn
Invisible particles an atom reformed
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It’s hard to fight an enemy that has outposts in your head!!!
Crazy day.~°•○●☆”Laughing”☆°•○●~
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IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE JUST LOOK AT YOUR FEET
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Eyes of my soul refuse to lie
I rid my heart of chanting demise
Promise not I, my word is exclusive
It’s all that I am
Fear of my egotistical side
I cannot break a vow, or surely I’ll die
I humbly request that light be my guide
Help me to see all my hidden lies
Insuring pure love consumes,
All that I am, Your will, not mine
I surrender my pain
To your sovereignty, love, and peace
You reign
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I’m new at this black and white photography and I just received some good advice from bhavin tailor.
I tried the same photo again. Hope I didn’t get it too dark? Any Suggestions we’ll be greatly appreciated!
Thank you,
Sincerely
B & W newbie
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Thought I might give this black & white photography a try. I saw some beautiful black & white photography this morning! It has inspired me!
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Looks like a baby is peeking out of this cactus flower…
My garden followers, everywhere I go there they are! Wild cactus, wild flowers, wildlife! It’s a wild world, and it twirls in creative energies,for you and me.
Be free with me, just follow your bliss reach for the sun and give it a kiss!
It’s a wonderful world!
Beam me up love! °•○●☆”smiles”☆●○•°
Reach for the stars if you miss you land on the moon and the moon is a lot closer to your goals then earth is!
Happiness is not a destiny, but a form of travel…..don’t miss that train. ..
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Ravens fly by night in a town with no pity for the ones unaware…but we are not afraid, because we’re free, freedom to create the perfct place to see, remember, ” you can look up in the sky and see the stars and still not see the light”…(Eagles)
Bob Dylan said it best
“The answer my friend is blowing in the wind.”
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He sits on the throne of predators rights.
As a ravenous hunter death be his plight.
His glory assured in egos of might.
Viciously devouring all innocence life.
As a fire in the wind no satisfaction of sin.
Ruthlessly steals his victim’s last breath.
Fire nor hell hath not any rest.
His pray are too weak to fight his demand, vicious tournament, his only command.
In turn, the piper has come to collect the debt for Snowflakes dissolved for a salivating mess.
Tracks were followed in new fallen snow.
Silent tear drops a crystals demise
Another victim lost by his sway.
A countdown insures your time is nigh.
The audience insisting,
Accountability this day.
Exposed, he denies, “This all is a lie!”
Avengers persist it’s a must.
Stealing the hearts of innocent trust.
We can no longer tolerate this sort of lust.
The stage will reveal, curtains opened…
“Applause..~ roaring~screams~☆”
Exposed by the light, he doth cry!
proclaiming how ugly all of this seems.
But the audience is wise to his wicked dark themes.
No pity is justice
For a snowflakes night screams.
Lock him in chains as he did to the rest.
induce a mock treatment let that be his test!
He cries, he screams!
“No injuries for me…please I beg!”
“Light Consequences, it is for a destroyer of dreams?”
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Happiness is not a destiny, but a form of travel!
Ipaint2bfree°•○●☆~°•○●☆~smiles°•~○●□☆○•°~°•○●☆●~●○□☆•°~4☆u*&*me
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HIS SHIRT* MY PAINT* IT’S FREEDOM!
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You are always on my mind
Always a part of me
From dusk to dawn
It’s a long way home…
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Can’t we all just get along?
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Another night my walk alone
YetI I am not lonely
Looking a dead end
Straight in the eyes
Darkness converts
Lost to peace
Nothing to hide
I am not afraid of the dead end
I can not see the end for the darkness Has hidden it from me
In hopes to persuade
Touch feel smell hear taste
My cunning deception
My heart doth not lie
Fear cannot abide
Exposed by spectrums light
I no longer have to fight
Peacefully I walk
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If we’re not giving
We’re taking away…
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My days are filled with warmth and perfect landscapes
My journey is peaceful regardless
Life is simple
The breeze softly caresses my cheek
My laughter is great
I love everything and everyone
My journey is light
Another day is over
I smile and say goodnight
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Waiting in line
Guess I gotta do my time
Wave ya on through
If no suspicions arise
If your hiding something
Be careful not to look
The man in the eyes
Nothing to hide
We just ride on by
No papers insisted
This time
I sat in front of this old house
I felt his pain
We both cried
We prayed for an answer
We purged
Relieved
He saw my insides
I saw his
So much beauty
Before me
We won
WAKE UP AMERICA!
Wearing just their underwear, the girls line up with their backs to the wall, arms by their side, heads down, frozen to the spot. They dare not move.
Their captors walk up and down the line – picking them seemingly at random and tapping them on the shoulder – ‘You, you, you and you… come with me’.
In the back of a warehouse truck, they are driven for miles across the scorching Nevada desert until they reach a hotel. There, they are forced to have sex with up to 25 men one after the other.
This was life for Korean-born American Chong Kim who, at 19 years old, was sold as a domestic sex slave in 1994 to Russian gangsters and held captive for more than two years.
“The clients never came to the warehouse,” she recalled “That was just where we slept. There was nothing there but bed mats…
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Feeling blue never stopped me
From chasing another night
Just sitten here wondering
Why we always fight
Them blues been calling
Me back to sin so I can
Do it all over again
I can hear them talking
All over this town
Oh lordy he’s a wearing that frown
Can’t,cha hear my heart is a crying
Them blues is all I’ve ever known
Oh Baby please can you see I’m dying
And just let your daddy come home
Living on the other side of the tracks
Looking in from the outside
Pennys are more enjoyable flat
Bare feet run swiftly on iron bars
Looking out from the inside
They are simply mortified
Waves from the trains caboose
Brought smiles in spite of their rebuke
Another end to a sunny day
Would you join us
If you had your way
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Cactus just saying…”hi”
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The highway is my home
I’m traveling the west for the winter
I have wildflowers in my endless lovely garden
Their presence is one of veneration
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I was out for a drive this evening
when I spotted a tiny run down RV park.
It had a giant dish-wifi-cell tower in front which made me laugh. My first thought was;
“This could the leading cause for, creativity loss, damaged brain cells, and lethargy °•○●☆°~laughs°•○●☆°•~
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Californian has Dates
But you have to climb high to get one
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A unique perspective on entropy°•○●☆
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One Saturday afternoon as I was driving along I noticed this abandoned house on the side of the road.
I felt compelled to pull into the driveway.
Approaching the house I saw a beautiful untamed bush decorated with the most lovely scarlet flowers.
I stood in awe of the glaring contrast between the broken structure and the flowers.
With eyes of love I smiled at the flowers
The flowers feeling my love smiled back at me with a shyness, fot they hadn’t been observed by a human eye in over a decade.
Suddenly I felt the old house and his sadness, due to his years of neglect.
I glanced up at my large old friend,
And loved him for the first time.
He was broken yet not defeated.
He humbly glanced down at me in shame of his condition. He said,
“Did you know that I used to be as lovely as the scarlet flowers”
For years she has been my only friend.
I felt as though I was frozen in a moment of time when this old house thought his eyes would never meet mine.
Saddened to see his abide
A sructural demise, foretold that entropy has no prejudice Just ageing collide.
I still loved him profoundly and he did know, even more for his stories untold, for inside of him was a heart of purest gold.
(Love wins)
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We took a road trip this afternoon when we decided to pull off the highway to snap some shots of the lovely desert landscape. While gazing upon the beauty I noticed some broken pieces of glass. My first thought was. “I can’t believe that anyone would break bottles in this beautiful place.”
Then I looked a little closer. I noticed that someone had taken careful time to
build a rock circle placing the broken glass inside the ring of rocks.
All of a sudden my perspective changed persuading me to see a beautiful art exhibit instead of the eyesore of broken glass.
Another lesson on staying positive.
Look for good and you’ll find it.
Look for the bad you’ll find that also.
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I was wondering if you would come today
I felt sad I don’t know why
I thought I would never see you again
But you are here I can smile now
I stretched and grew a leaf or two
Did you bring your camera on this beautiful day
I have a great big smile for you
See ~°•○●”smiles”●○•°~“~☆snap☆
Am I handsome Your very best friend
So glad you came early today
Will you be visiting for a little while
Oh you caught my very best smile
°•○●~”blushing”~●○•° Snap°•☆snap°•~
I’m glad you decided to be my friend
I haven’t felt this shy since I dont know when°•○●~sheepish grin~●○•°~☆~☆~
I like it when you smile at me
I over heard you say I was lovely
°•○●☆snap~°•○☆snap●○•°☆
Oh my did I turn red
Not used to being a celebrity not me
For over a century I sat all alone
and afraid
Now I look forward to seeing your smile
Your friend I’ll be always
Not just for a while
See my beauty mark
It because you believed in me until I could believe in myself
Thanks again for being my friend
Goodbye for now I will see you tomorrow?
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Love from the other-side of the tracks.
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Love always and forever
From the other side of the tracks
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Oh my I am indeed surprised
To see you back so soon
I had a few lonely nights
My dreams of you made me bloom
Thoughts of you provoked me to feel light
Did you bring your camera tonight
We could show the world my grin
Look at my silhouetted limbs
I practiced to be great while you were gone so that I might sing a lovely song
Will you be my friend forever and a
Starry Starry night
Naught allowing them to cut me
To a hollowed trunk
Did you catch that smile
It was the best ~**smiling**~
☆~snap°•○~●☆snap°•○●☆snap○•☆
Oh I look handsome°•○●~blushing~°•○
Thank you for taking the time
You did catch a good side of mine
Will you come back tomorrow
And stay with me
It gets terribly lonesome
Without my best friend and me
Goodnight sweet dreams
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My morning strolls keep me greatful
All these lovely desert plants entice me to be better
Today is the first day of the rest of my life
I will make it count
I will do the next right thing
I will focus on the good
And it will get better
If I choose to focus on the bad
It will get worse
I won’t
I will choose to have a nice day
Unless I make other plans
I won’t
I love me
And I love you
Love is what we came here for
The truth is always simple
Take time to smell the flowers
Deserts warm breeze
The forest
And the trees
The moisture in Japan
The mountains and the sea
The spirit of truth and peace
Our worldwide lovely bloggers
On WordPress
That we have been so blessed to read
Just smile one world you and me
Live free
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I get an average of about 500 miles per tank. I love the gas mileage!
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My mirror keeps looking at me
I was passing through the hall
I viewed my image quickly
As I passed by
It glared back at me
I shrugged it off as if
I did not see
The sarcastic way it glared at me
As if to suggest…
Curiousity struck a pain inside my chest
My shadowed image I shunned
I felt a-part between
My image and my heart
I walked back down the hall
Slowly this time my head held high
I turned and glared back at the mirror
Who do you think you are
I was shocked to see it was
My image looking back at me
Exposed I fell upon my knees
Debts were screaming out my name
You are the one that
Caused of your pain
Time to explain why
Reflections do not lie…
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I had no idea that phone booths were still used…funny! Went for a walk and much to my surprise, I found this old hotel that had a phone booth. I thought how nostalgic and funny!
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