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Thursday, February 12, 2009

Paradise Found... not Paradise lost...

Paradise Found... It was John Milton who wrote Paradise Lost, the epic of Adam and Eve, he was most probably counseled by angels, I'm thinking of just a few, now there is the angel Raphael, who escorted Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden, and Israfel is known as the angel of resurrection and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Collage of magazine eyes...

Collage of magazine eyes... Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. by Plato Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 6, 2009

Angels...

Paradise Found... It was John Milton who wrote Paradise Lost, the epic of Adam and Eve, he was most probably counseled by angels, I'm thinking of just a few, now there is the angel Raphael, who escorted Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden, and Israfel is known as the angel of resurrection and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 1, 2009

Three Women and a Turtle by Picasso

*Three women and turtle by Picasso He was was born in Spain, the son of a painter and teacher of art, he was astonishingly prolific moving on to Paris, as a theater designer, draftsman and sculptor, he was believed to be the greatest printmaker of the 20th Century, and at last, there was as much... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 22, 2009

My inner poet and I...

A Sculpture of mine...spoke to me! We look at the world...a little eschewed, but he lives patiently in me, giving me fragrant hope where there was none. He inspired me to write although it never occurred to me I could write. Surprisingly, the more I wrote, the more I had to say. I finally realized... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Reminder to send out Valentines to the lonely, elderly and sad...

In the number ONE, we find despair, frustration and loss of hope... When alone we seem more willing to accept the negative than the positive, We worry about our future and suffer disillusionment of our past We scoff at the idea that we can elect happiness, in fact, we may be the only living creature... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 18, 2009

Pimping out our love in poems...

Some love affairs go on too long in our heads, The truth is we have become our own sad poems, Our mouths opening and closing, weeping and wailing, Loud fingers, disconnected, while our strangeness and clumsiness yearns for the fire of yesterday’s love, half falling over ourselves in the dark,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 11, 2009

The Shape of Peace

How shall we know when peace is here to stay? When will the struggle be transformed into the dance? Can faith be strong enough to take the chance? How can we grow in peaceful, loving ways? Chorus: Hold out your hand and touch the shape of peace And side by side we’ll watch the struggle cease The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Lord Forgive a Spirit..so what shall we do about this angel?

Growing dizzy every time he climbs a ladder, crying over his old poems. I walk out into the garden and there he is, watering the lilies and studying the digitalis. He is talking to his own invisible heart; he is leaking blood. The sun shines on him all day long as he wonders from bush to bush. His... Sign in to see full entry.

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Find love is a treacherous thing to do.

Before taking on the personality of a moth, I was seduced into waiting like every other woman for her man in the garden of true love, a dark place I cannot walk away from, a madness has taken over, through weeping lids half of me was cursing you, while a female willow trembled knowingly, when she... Sign in to see full entry.

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