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through the glorious artwork in my favs.

Enjoy and show these immensely talented artists some LOVE.
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One of my newest favorites:




One of my oldest literature favorites:


Gather the Roses, my Love, And Fly AwayGather the Roses, my Love, And Fly Away
I hope to awaken in autumn one day
And find myself alone, like these withered leaves
Gather the roses, my love, and fly away
Fate came, and tore us - thus were we set astray
Too late were we, for this weight that would not leave
I hope to awaken in autumn one day
The waves of the sea, their tides striking the bay
An undefined weight, a hard burden they heave
Gather the roses, my love, and fly away
This soul is lost, its cries led by the wind's sway
A heart taken, its pieces lost from each cleave
I hope to awaken in autumn one day
Markings left show life, as you would always say
The sea which cared for me, a friend who would grieve
Gather the roses, my love, and fly away
I waited by the sea, here is my last stay
I make my last wish, by the end of the eve
I hope to awaken in autumn one day
Gather the roses, my love, and fly away




Stunning artisan work that I stumbled upon a few days ago


Yemaya by RachaelsWireGarden


I found Snape hanging out on page 100

Severus Snape by Artist Tom Kelly by TomKellyART


Beautiful digital art found on page 200

Its Crystal Clear to Me... by chrisntheboat



Look at all this literature from page 44

Summer Sun's InkWrite me a song in summer sun's ink
in summer sun's ink, golden in hue
Chase me and daze me with bubble bright fun
smiling light sun, as children do
As dreamers do.
Whirl me round, scatter me soft
like dandelion clocks,
dandelion clocks, soft wishes true
made, then released, as dreamers do.
As wistful ones do.
Laugh me strong with bold birdsong
sweet birdsong, both brave and long
music for vines to dance and twine to, as wistful ones do
As roses do.
Scribe all these memories, and so much more,
~to bloom and pierce and cry and run for~
and so much more
and so much more
Carve them on my beating heart's door
let the memories through
Doodle and gild them in summer sun's ink
only to let them go
make sepia photos rain down like thistledown
nests for hope and lark
and let this be
just
the start.
Underwater WorldsInto the water, dive deep down,
come experience all to be found.
Swim through its rippling azures
and discover the wondrous treasures:
Coral, fish, and dolphin tails,
turtles, sharks, and humpback whales…
Seaweeds, lobsters, and manatees,
starfish, eels, and sea anemones…
All these things and so much more,
so many niches to be explored.
KatabasisMy eyes behold a silver stair
which I hope one day to ascend,
for now the golden heights up there
hold beauty I could not comprehend.
My feet can feel the changing rungs,
gone silver to steel, iron to rust.
My stolen breath from shrinking lungs
are filled with dirt and memory dust.
The guttering torches on the floor
birth shadows dancing madly,
I try to recall what I came here for,
but the longer I stay, the more gladly.
From out the dark unfurls a hand
that offers strange fruit half-eaten.
Should I accept or make a stand?
I know that I have been beaten.
Forth steps the woman, to my dismay,
she has my face, I lose all reason.
When she asks me if I mean to stay,
I answer, "maybe for a season."

AniyoA lesson in life
Between mother and daughter
Is so heartwarming
Time and PlaceTime and Place
April 2017
There is a time.
A place where rainbows liquefy,
Into pots of gold Midas would be loath to touch.
Fool's gold;
Fit only for the foolish who fiddle with dreams.
There is a time.
A place where sailors fear to sail –
Sirens sing soul-stealing songs,
Whose lyrics travel o'er water and wind
To weary earns of mens' hearts.
There is a time.
A place where angels play
With fools' golden hearts,
And all desires die like devils in heaven.
Monsters are men,
And all who aren't are all the better for it –
Sore losers;
Tried to play the devil at his own game and were defeated,
Tipped their hands and lost their poker face,
As one by one the devil carved out pumpkins for his shelf.
There is a time.
A place where devils weep o'er angels' deeds,
Done with good intent,
But harmful all the same –
'No good deed goes unpunished
And no act of charity goes unresented.'
And devils will weep lakes and dams,
Damn those angels –
But peace to all and g
Informed DissentIt wasn’t the drip of water or the creak of metal that frightened him most; nor was it the murky darkness of the glass hallway at the bottom of the ocean, the soft sounds of the Chordettes’ latest hit playing through a gramophone in another room, or even the blood seeping through his fingers from the ragged hole in his abdomen. The worst part was the light.
He gasped and pressed himself behind one of the structural arches in the hallway, hardly daring to breathe. A swaying white glow slowly bobbed its way past the end of the hallway, punctuated by quiet clicks and taps as the machine’s spindly legs carried it slowly through the darkness. The ancient TV monitor resting where a human’s head would be was flickering and distorted, and he knew if he dared look upon it again, he’d see the warped and broken smile that the “doctor” still couldn’t render properly.
“Come out,” it buzzed in a nasal, distorted voice. “You’re h




One of my oldest favorites- traditional art.

Valkyrie by TalkingWave


A newer fav. A pretty flower- I couldn't resist.  :)





An oldie buy goodie

Serenade by Jules1983


and a few random picks:

In piecesI saw you, not just as an image,
That light manifests,
In front of my eyes.
I saw you, not just as a body;
A mere myth of flesh,
Vacant bones inside.
You travel in through my senses,
Devouring my emotions;
So innocent you are.
I'm guilty of starving to breathe in,
The air I surrendered you;
I'm in love with my scars.
Every pain begins a longing,
A whole new fear that it may cease to feel.
I may be breaking into a million pieces,
But I am happy to scatter under your feet.
blushing velvetpoetry blushes
a red velvet champagne
when we wake naked
beneath caramel sheets
 
haunted by bad habits
her kiss is secret-heavy,
an iron hope lingering
as morning salts 
over the ghosts of porcelain remembers,
I
((fool-ferocious and fevered))
slip joy out the window
to
decay
and return to her embrace


AstroPsychedelia by NynjaKat

Free Your Mind by KimberlyJolanda

A Henge Beneath the Stars by Dee-T


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Have a little hope by KlarEm

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Thanks for mentioning me :)