Tag: arts
group name: wordpainting
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October 10, 2006 04:58 AM EDT --
I fashion my surreal masterpiece
time when music was passion
imagine psychedelic rhythms
electric feelings
harmony and balance
creating sculpture through experiment
wild aesthetic symbols perform . . . more
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August 09, 2006 09:31 PM EDT --
Out of touch,Ouch!
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February 06, 2007 09:28 PM EST --
"I don't think writing is an art. I think it's sometimes raised to an art, but basically it's a craft, like cabinet making or carpentry." William Zinsser, On Writing Well
No . . . more
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September 17, 2006 01:16 PM EDT --
Welcome to Sunday, and for those of you who have not visited the Writer's Block before, greetings.
I tend to read a lot of fantasy, Robert Jordan a favorite author, Terry Goodkind another. . . . more
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February 21, 2007 05:28 AM EST --
# spirtsoulghosts 7 days, 42 notes and three scles 21 14 . or fifteen lunatic. Redstar Davud Jordanians on Hammahhadias frequencues. Faud financier. Gold died as Fajd lauged and Jordan ia joined . . . more
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March 13, 2007 08:12 PM EDT --
To JFW http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976930817
for his winged words and vibrant verse:
I praise
a spark
a flame
your name
your fame
will never fade
for carved in jade
with diamond's . . . more
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November 19, 2006 04:32 PM EST --
Hazy winter sun throbs on his weather beaten face. Grime caked sweat rolls off bearded, wizened skin. Gashed brow, life in tow, he struggles up hill. Greeting the morning with warm, . . . more
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September 02, 2006 01:37 AM EDT --
Mirrors And Moths
We attract what we are;
Least that's what she told me...
And when I stopped to notice,
I saw you looking at me.
Something familiar about you
We'd met before, I could see!
We . . . more
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September 14, 2006 02:06 AM EDT --
Sleep Invader
You bring the moths
luna-winged and golden
flaming my dream space.
Every awakening breath,
grounded hands
caress my shoulders
as if to funnel charge . . . more
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January 12, 2007 04:26 PM EST --
Turquoise is the sea borne sheen
Orange is my mandarin
Grey are my faded flowers
Blue are my lonely hours
But multi-hued is our romance
As we do the rainbow dance
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November 04, 2006 11:04 AM EST --
Dedicated to : Cheyenne Brando
Oh sculpted beauty!
Chiseled out of marbled pain
Swirls of grey bruises
on supple white flesh
Like an ostrich in peril
your exquisite head in the sand, . . . more
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November 18, 2006 11:03 AM EST --
Taurus bullies me into a corner
Lances my spirit with blunt horns
Leo's flame fuels inspiration
Singes my ego with his pride
Scorpio's sting poisons my mind
Raising . . . more
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November 15, 2006 03:40 AM EST --
I'd Like To - But I Can't <h3 style="" class="post-title"></h3>
I am trying to draw;
post cards and layers
of messy paper with
scribbles cover the table – . . . more
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October 23, 2006 03:45 AM EDT --
I found some very interesting and slightly weird/disturbing photos from a museum somewhere in Europe, I'm not sure exactly where or what museum. I could only understand part of what I was reading because . . . more
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July 22, 2006 10:32 AM EDT --
Eternity . Death, departed. Everlasting's Child Ascends.
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January 02, 2007 04:08 PM EST --
The conference hall soon filled up and there was a buzz of excitement. The two friends had seats in the front row. In front of them was a stage with a podium for a speaker.
On each side of the stage were . . . more
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August 21, 2007 05:56 PM EDT --
This poem is humbly dedicated to Laura M. Her poem entitled
Becoming Something Else,
inspired this poem. Laura is richly gifted as an artist, a poet and a muse . . . more
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August 08, 2006 09:24 PM EDT --
http://wordpainting.gather.com
Do you paint pictures with your words? Are you a writer who is an artist, photographer, filmmaker? Word Painting is a multi-media group.
Group Tags: drawing, muse, arts, . . . more
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August 20, 2006 03:33 PM EDT --
HIYAH.................he said.
SAKARA.......she reaplies.
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December 13, 2006 02:57 PM EST --
.If you were offered the choice between love or magic, what would go for? Let me tell you what happened in my own case.
"I was still a young man when I decided to walk over to the next village. . . . more
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