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Mon May 12, 2008, 12:11 PM
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Somber faces that dwell in the night, for they haven't yet learned how to seize the moment. So what is the omen? Vacancy occupies every place where the inevitable winds of evening curl dust from the earth. Whosoever shall bear witness, too, shall be leveled as low in-fact, unto loss of sight, so sounds the voice of the wind:blackrose:

Who minds? And who can fathom? Will the sinners continue to abide in the wake of her mistake, or will their beguile remain and somehow be commended as the righteousness of the God? Every splash of puddle of every swift scientific geometrically designed print of his age shall define every worry and every thorn in his flesh. His tears and pains add to the masses that conspicuously flood the streets, for he is chased:blackrose:

Woe to the inhabitants of that land to stir up the struggles of life for all men is their souls purpose. Far from grace and beyond the norm are their ghettos. Pestilence withers where it may and posted are widows and the poor. Where is the Lord's healing, is cried. It has been over 300 years we wait, we suffer. And true, long is the time:blackrose:

Children must share, hugging trees. They are not with much. Hallways explain yesteryears encounters. It's a shame during their hours, when some fall, when some flee from the riches He showers, when some lean upon walls, when some outrage irreplacable profits, when some slay worthy prophets, when some rebuke the Lord's call. Its a shame how they fall, unto an everlasting deep. Their sleep has changed and they are seen no-more. :blackrose:


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The birds, the birds
Antecedents<going before; preceding; word, phrase, or clause to which a pronoun refer.
Catastrophe
Alignments
Blots<a moral blemish; to soak up or dry with absorbent material.
Blunders<to move clumsily or blindly.
Burgeoning<to put forth new buds, leaves, or greenery; sprout.
Autocracy<government by a single person having unlimited power.
Metamorphism
Parasites
Bewilder
Crows, crows
Filtered noise
Greetings
Juxtaposition
Serendipity
Troves
Flux<a substance that lowers melting point of the compound to which it is added...
Squirels, squirels
Parchments<the skin of a sheep or goat prepared as a material on which to write or paint.
Ermine<a weasel having dark brown fur that in winter changes to white.
Terror
Screaming
Babies, babies
Structure
Pounding
Crag<a steeply projecting mass of rock.
Crackle
Disintegration<to seperate into pieces; fragment.
Crumble
Bottom pits
Insects, insects
Olfactory<of or relating to the sense of smell.
Blimy
Heroes
Flying
Running
Jump
Over the river
Safe!


JUSTICE SWAYED
My fight is without caution
I have as much of a life as you
The same day blues above me as above you
The same night falls into the sky
Over and over I'm hearing only my name
It is like a broken record repeating one annoying word over and over again
I do not hate me to hurt me
But you hate me to destroy me
All I ever want is my tomorrow
Safe and free
No fetters
No prison because I am innocent
But you scar my intentions anyway
I'm battered anyway
And you steal me anyway!

  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: Inner-self that is greater than me
  • Reading: Daniel Grant - Selling Art Without Galleries
  • Watching: Documentaries, Blkbuster movies(Total Access)
  • Eating: Acceptable balance!
  • Drinking: Lots of water and lots of juice!

The Artist Corner

Fri May 9, 2008, 9:47 AM
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My heart is pounding
Though what hovers me does not pound my head
Each day I know God is watching
Also each day the firmaments birds do too,
What shall I choose
Who shall I choose, this day
For to me the day is nearly gone by,
But I know there are starving souls.
Their tarry has aged
And their cry is usurped
I seek their peace to be received
But from who should their peace be proferred?
I must not stop
I must act now
Before it's too late!



An evening more gentle than the one prior, I hope
Longing the dawn of day
Lengthening study
Expecting a word, one in a distance
His covers resting softly alone in solitude
One touch and you'll reveal His colors
One touch and He'll provide His grace
His seasons are to be shared
And His face does shine as does the sun
Him has no pairs
Him consumes many pains
His shade takes care of mothers
His marriage is a glorious fate
His word bares no shame.

  • Mood: Daily Needs
  • Listening to: Gospel and my inner-self
  • Reading: Daniel Grant - Selling Art Without Galleries
  • Watching: Documentaries, Blkbuster movies(Total Access)
  • Eating: Acceptable balance!
  • Drinking: Lots of water and lots of juice!

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