Fiazku

Kemarin malem minggu gue di sibukkan dengan kumpul sama temen temen. Bukan hal yang spesial sih, tapi bagi gue yang jomblo ya spesial banget. Ketika masih duduk di bangku kelas 3 sma kita emang sering kumpul di tempat biasa kita ngopi dan makan, tempat itu udah seperti tempat yang spesial bagi gue selain makanan dan minuman yang buanyak pilihannya dan enak. Kita juga bisa lihat cewek cewek yang lewat dengan puas soalnya tuh cafe di depan jalan raya yang rame anak muda gitu.

Setelah lulus SMA bisa kumpul itu momen yang spesial, tapi kemarin ga bisa ngumpul semua sih cuma 7 orang. Itu pun bisa berkumpul juga karena ada waktu luang, kita udah terpisah semua. Gue yang nantinya akan kuliah di bandung, Lucky di UMY kalo ga salah sih ngambil Ekonomi Islam, dia disana ntar jadi muslim yang taat. Enggar di Undip jurusan Bahasa dan Sastra Indoneisa, yah kira kira…

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Do you remember what you told me? How you confessed your love for me! Do you remember what you said in the middle of your trial? Do you remember how you cried out and said, “If you help me, I will serve you” and like a mighty warrior I stepped in and saved you. You praised me for the valiant act and now I hear only your lips.

You continue to tell me about your love for me and yet you don’t attend my house. You blame others for your attendance and yet my promise was with you and I alone. How come all of a sudden others are involved in our relationship?

You lift up both your hands in surrender and sing “I Surrender All,” but the moment I ask for your service, well maybe next time.

How long shall I receive lip service? How long? When your spouse…

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sheilapierson

Honey drips onto the canvas of your watercolor life

Raw, sticky, messy – the more you try to wipe it away

The more spreads across your perfect image

 

Sweetness now surrounds, attracting the nuisance of flies

They look for places to light, drawn in

 

You make a fatal flaw, an admission of sorts, accidental of course –

Will they know what you really want?

 

Honey drips onto your lips in a dream that escapes to

the night’s freedom

Pleasing, needing, hungry – the more you try to forget

The more you remember

 

Will they all know it’s her you still think of?

One will.

 

 

Image courtesy of Microsoft Office Clipart

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Source of Inspiration

Oh, Divine Mother, Heart of us all.
embrace our troubled world with
Your tender love. Teach us how to
live in harmony. Touch our hearts
with compassion. Make us long for
the merging of all with the Creator,
giver of pure love. And so it is. Amen.

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Kathryn Dawson Photography

“As soon as you have made a thought, laugh at it.”
– Lao Tzu –

Again with the Autumnal feeling today but can it be helped? Not at all! The weather has dropped dramatically in temperature and it really feels like Autumn. However with the weekend set to bring temps of 24 plus again, who knows what will happen next!

So initially I began shooting some leaves that looked pretty against the red brick of the house. And then I spied what appeared to be a dead tree – but I think it’s just early Autumn seasonal! The colours however, especially in the little sunlight we did have, were beautiful.

I couldn’t resist! I’m prepping for the reds, oranges and golds of September and October and hoping that they do the season justice again this year. I have ear-marked lots of spots that I want to go back to and…

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Where Raven Croons

My very first work of photography, I took this with Nikon D3100 and used Dynamic Light App on my iPhone for this watermark and its outcome.. A playground that stood empty and still
And yet is filled with noises of memories
A memories of children’s laughter
A distinct sound of cries
For the knees was scraped, and
Mothers soothed the cries
Kissed boo-boo away

A sound of swing
Creaking softly
To the memories
Of Children swinging
And singing a song

There stood a empty playground
Waiting to be filled once more, and
Once again to be heard with
Songs of children

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Miyukj ~ Prisoner ~

Vi hổ tác trành ( 为虎作伥 )

(Làm ma cho hổ)

Tác giả: Nhâm Tiểu Ngũ ( 任小五)

Convert: QT

Edit: Miyukj

Một thư sinh mặc chiếc bố sam màu xanh cũ nát gian nan đi xuyên qua rừng núi, khuôn mặt bị nhánh cây ngổn ngang cào thương, quần áo rách tươm, hết thảy đều cho thấy sự chật vật của thư sinh.

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Arizona Life Through My Lens

It hit me this morning that while I have stuck with my promise to myself to post at least one photo per day with the whole starting the new blog here with WordPress,  I’ve only posted one photo of a person here.  I don’t go out of my way to shot photo’s of people in general.  I have managed over the years to capture some great random photo’s of people while out at different events that I have been at.  I of course point the camera at my kids and take lots of photo’s, but other people tend to be off-limits.  Unless of course I’m asked too, and then I always make sure that I get something in writing about the fact that I can the image for things like my blog.  Something that has grown for me in the last couple of years it being asked, dare I say…

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