_{TO view this journal it is Absolutely Indispensable to do so while listening to this music [link] If you dare}









Let the bodies hit the floor

ACF is a french association against hunger and they need money for helping Somalia, quickly.





This image, which gave the idea for this book, is from my friend:




What can we do?

We can give an image for this project:

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The theme : AFRICA IN OUR LIFE

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#EL-SENSE






Join the group on Facebook: [link]




Some of the fantastic works proposed for the book:


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I'd like to give a big thank you to DAYDREAMING Magazine for featuring me in their August issue - It's my first online exhibition - so I'm really really  overwhelmed.   In it they have presented 20 images along with a small biography. In this months issue they have also featured three other DA Artist *umayumay ~bmichael*shichigoro756 Click on image to access their site.  They also have a page on DA













I'd also like to thank SOUNDZINE for featuring me in their current issue - Click on the image below to access their site.   They're also on  DA  







********** <sup>A Necessary End - A New Beginning  **********


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MUSIC [link]





Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Clubs and bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart





Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, severin awaits you there






I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears







Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart





Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me







I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears








Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells,
please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and ...








CURE HIS HEART

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  "Music Accompaniment"

The images in this journal are by my friends and other community members and they are accompanied by a track called "My body Is A Cage" Interpreted by Peter Gabriel  [link] click on the link and open a new tag to listen to the music and view the images at the same time.




  


My body is a cage that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key

My body is a cage that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key



I’m standing on a stage
Of fear and self-doubt
It’s a hollow play
But they’ll clap anyway

My body is a cage that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
My mind holds the key
My mind holds the key
My mind holds the key







I’m living in an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head

I’m living in an age
I realize I am dancing
With the one I love





My body is......is a ....  is a .... is a ......

My body is a cage!!!!!!!

My body is a cage!!!!!!!


My mind holds the key


My body is a cage
We take what we’re given
Just because you’ve forgotten
That don’t mean you’re forgiven

I’m living in an age
That screams my name at night
But when I get to the doorway
There’s no one in sight




I'm living in an age
I realize I am dancing
With the one I love
But my mind holds the key
You’re standing next to me
My mind holds the key







Set my spirit free
Set my spirit free
Set my body free

Hi everyone - Just a short note to tell you all that for the time being I will be dedicating my time exclusively to my Friends in DA,  to their Quality Art and Friendship -
"Some things are worth sticking round for..."  







  "IMAGES & MUSIC"

The images in this journal are by my friends and other community members and they are accompanied by a track called "Sacrifice" by Lisa Gerrard and Pieter Bourke [link] Right click on the link and open a new tag to listen to the msic and view the images at the same time.

Here is an exerpt from a poem by Pablo Neruda called "Tonight I can write the saddest lines" The English translation is below. It is accompanied by some of the images I have faved recently and the music  I have chosen is called Einstein's Dream by Mikael Delta - Right click on the [link] and open a new tab to listen to the music while you read and look at the images - I hope you like it.









Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.



En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.




Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.




Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.




Oir la noche immensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.




Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.




Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.




Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.













Exerpt from Pablo Neruda's "Tonight I can write the saddest lines"



Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes?
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost
her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without
her,
And the verse falls to the snow like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
That night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the
distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

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This is a piece of writing I came across recently. I hope it touches you as much as it touched me. It goes accompanied by an instrumental piece of music by French group "All Angels Gone"    Right click and open the link to listen and read at the same time  [link]    The Images are some of my latest faves. Thank you for checking it out And please feel free to spread the message.








I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.








I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.








I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.








We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.








I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.







I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.








I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.








I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.








We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.








I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.








I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.








I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.








I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.








I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.








I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.








I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.







I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.








I am the person who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.








I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.







I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Celebrated rock guitarist and former Thin Lizzy star Gary Moore was found dead in a Spanish hotel room Sunday, the band's manager confirmed.

Moore, 58, started out in Irish band Skid Row before being drafted into Thin Lizzy by frontman Phil Lynott to replace the outgoing Eric Bell.
"I still can't believe it," Bell told the BBC. "He was so robust, he wasn't a rock casualty, he was a healthy guy.
"He was a superb player and a dedicated musician."

Belfast-born Moore started learning the guitar at eight and went on to forge a successful solo career between his two stints in Thin Lizzy, collaborating with George Harrison, the Beach Boys and Ozzy Osbourne.
Original Lizzy founding member Brian Downey paid tribute to his bandmate.
"I am in total shock," he said. "He will always be in my thoughts and prayers and I just can't believe he is gone."

Thin Lizzy guitarist Scott Gorham added his own respects.
"Playing with Gary during the Black Rose era was a great experience. He was a great player and a great guy," he said. "I will miss him."

Moore received critical praise for his contribution to the 1974 Thin Lizzy album, Nightlife, and scored chart success in Britain with singles Parisienne Walkways and Out in the Fields.
Legendary singer Lynott died in 1986 after battling alcohol and drug addiction.



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A Theory Of Ghosts

This journal is dedicated to the late Henryk Górecki who died 12 November 2010.

The Symphony Of Sorrow

In 1992, 15 years after it was composed, a recording of Henryk Gorecki's Third Symphony, Symphony of Sorrowful Songs, recorded with soprano Dawn Upshaw and released to commemorate the memory of those lost during the Holocaust became a worldwide commercial and critical success, selling more than a million copies and vastly exceeding the typical lifetime sales of a recording of symphonic music by a 20th-century composer. As surprised as anyone at its popularity, Górecki said, "Perhaps people find something they need in this piece of music somehow I hit the right note, something they were missing." MUSIC [link]

MUSIC [link]

They Were Kids That I Once Knew



Music [link]

MUSIC [link]

Music [link]



Are you there?
The wonderful to know
All the ghosts...
All the ghosts...
Freak my selfish out
mind is happy
Need to learn to let it go
to know you'd do no harm to me







Since you've been gone I've been lost inside
Tried and failed as we walked by the riverside
Oh I wish you could see the love in her eyes
The best friend that eluded you lost in time
Burned alive in the heat of a grieving mind


  
  
  


But what can I say now?
And It couldn't be more wrong
Cos there's no one there
Unmistakably lost and without a care
oh lost all the love that we could share
And its wearing me down
And its turning me round
And I can't find a way
Now to find that it out
Where are you when I need you...

Are you there ? Are you there ? Are you there ? Are you there ?


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