New Camera!Hope everyone had a good Christmas.
Forgive and Forget?Forgive and Forget?Forgive and Forget?
Not thinking can be forgiven Eventually, But not caring is harder to forget Especially when you have no regrets Even after you knew of our pain To you, consideration for others never quite came Losing yourself in your self-absorption
So hard to have sympathy for a person Who thanks by abuse With such a pathetic excuse. Condescending pretentiousness Your patronising self-righteousness Makes me feel juvenile Which always makes you smile. But you failed in what you set out to do –
Because I still won’t feel insecure for yo
Quivering FluteQuivering FluteQuivering Flute
Passive and serene, The morning stretches out. Warm, calm, peaceful Filled with uninterrupted stillness, Open and lethargic like an enormous yawn. I sit, lost in drowsiness Enjoying the quiet of the place.
I am surrounded by old people
Pleasant company. They sit and talk and laugh Reclined in their old age They are happy. Weak and withered in body But awake in mind.
The Music Therapist enters, Arms filled with strange equipment – Two lamps on stands Lots of wires A controls unit. I throw
Formless ThoughtsFormless ThoughtsFormless Thoughts
Formless thoughts in my head A clear sky on a wintery morning Fresh slanting light makes the world seem new Like a first morning. Everything that could have been Everything that never was.
Distant horizon - Primal illumination stretching Across the land. A solitary bird floats on air Soaring swift against pure blue. My thoughts drift in space, Whisper through sun flecked leaves, Sweep along half-lit roofs, Roam out to vague hills dancing A far off sea.
The bright warmth Seeped with gentle ochre was
ImpressionsWalking out, walking in, steps in those dances we used to take along the road to the topImpressions
in the woods by hills and by lakes And when we would reach the wall we'd stop and breath the ancient air left behind by dragons and druids and know that we too could be there. Then down we'd run again into the mist of grasses and willows pulling us home and pausing on the gate of the field seperating us from them, and us alone. I remember the way it was
to be there and be with you Knowing I wanted nothing more than to know your stories were true.
A glance, a
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i could put a link here to my gallery: but if you want to see it you could just move your pointer up a couple of inches and click my name?
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There is a different, unique kind of beauty in every creature, in every person, in everything.
-Stephanie Boyett-
Gallery: [link]
Prints: [link]
Also amazing and refreshing to find someone who actually agrees that I have good taste in music as most people think my music tastes are crap - and Coldplay are awesome - do you know the name of their new album?
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Freedom, Beauty, Truth, and Love
Vive le bohème!
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"Art may imitate life but life imitates TV"- AdF
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I'm a member of ~Evanescence-lovers
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