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|<brown>If I support you among your friends,|
I will support you amidst your foes.
If I share in your happiness,
I will share in your woes.
A friend who supports in private,
But reneges when there's a crowd,
Is really not a friend
For which to be proud.
A true friend is consistent
And shall stand their ground,
No matter if alone with you
Or with others all around.</brown>
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Dellaroo stands, smiling over her pot,
Stirring up a potion, bubbling hot.
"Come one, come all!
It's time for a spiritual ball!"
She spews forth a chant, repeated in three.
She dances with joy, tickled with glee.
As the vapors rise, forms appear.
Her summons' been heard, far and near.
A wicked grin creeps across her face,
An assortment of spirits all over the place.
"Spirits come forth! Arise! Arise!
Come! Come! Reveal thyselves before my eyes!
Ghosts! Ghosts! Condense your matter.
Your chains create a melodic clatter.
Goblins and ghouls, conspire, contrive.
The hunt begins when you all arrive."
Dellaroo looks around, her heart aglee.
Piercing the veil of darkness she doth see.
So many eyes of perilous demise,
Each in their own unique disguise.
"Is everyone here? Practice your gloom.
Perfect your craft. The darkness consume.
The instillment of fright has begun,
As this haunting commences, bring on the fun!"
”The hour of twelve, ready, set, prowl.
The wolves, awakened, are starting to howl.
Go forth now. Frighten your best.
Many souls await you in your quest.
Utilize those closets and beds, underneath,
Perfect places to rattle and chatter your teeth.
Add some wailing moans, but don't call it quits,
‘Til you've scared all the living out of their wits!"
Haven't entered yet?
you been snapping?
C'mon! There must be</orange>
some 'sp<brown>OO</brown>ktacular' words
hiding in you!
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|<brown>Since I can no longer "trust" uploading my best art works to a heddate site, most of my works I now upload to my Google account and are |
displayed on my blogspot (blogger) blogs. It's not how I prefer it, but it's apparently how [Hedda] wants things to be, according to his past
and present demeaning actions and behaviour he exhibits towards me. Until it is proven otherwise by him, and only him, this is how then
things will stand.</brown>
|<brown>Being an artist for many years, using traditional mediums, helped me to incorporate the experience and knowledge gained |
when I began creating digitally in April/May of 2005.
My first digital works when I look back upon them now, are really awful, but as with most everything, the more one does
something and practices something, the better at whatever they will become. In so doing I've learned much and it is what
I've learned along the way and also what I will continue to learn and since I am happiest when I'm helping others, I would
like to share my experience and knowledge with others. Hence, my "new endeavor"!</brown>
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|<brown>The Halloween bash has begun.|
Most of the guests have come.
There's ghosts and goblins, witches, too.
They've gathered around their boiling brew.
Somehow, the party seems incomplete,
Even though, there's a variety of feet.
Then, the door opens and there stands three.
Three unknowns, who might they be?
The first is dressed in fleece, a sheep.
Silenced are all, not even a peep.
The second walks in, a pig for sure.
Grunts escape, as he leans on the door.
The third, the last, wearing a crimson hood,
Everyone's eying, in the entrance he stood.
The party resumes with ghoulish fun.
Some tricks are played on more than one.
No one's concerned with the three let in,
Nor to the fact, they're not even of kin.
The striking of twelve has long since passed.
The brew is cold, the scene aghast.
Where are the guests? No laughing or screaming,
'Cept the three, sleeping and dreaming,
With paws on their bellies, they're snoring loud,
They've really enjoyed, eating the crowd!</brown>
|<brown> - “Love UNITES! Hate DIVIDES!”|
- “Truth sets us free; lies hold us prisoner.”
- “The most painful to endure, is the "pain within".”
- “It is through our greatest pain, we discover our greatest strength.”
- “When one closes the door on 'fitting in', one then opens the door to 'extraordinary
- “A continued transgression kept in the present, cannot be placed in the past nor therefore, forgiven.”
- “Knowledge deprived equals ignorance. Ignorance breeds fear. Fear enables intimidation. Intimidation powers control.”
- “The denying and covering up of the truth is the pathway for the weak minded to pursue, which leads to nowhere ulti-
mately, except their own demise.”
- “People unwilling to communicate with an open mind and a receptive, forgiving heart, but continue to cry foul, keep at-
torneys employed and rewarded handsomely.”
- “Remember, when others are jealous and envious, they are so, because of who you are and they are not; what you
have and they have not. Accept their feeling of jealousy graciously as an inverted, disguised compliment!”
- “When we understand there's a purpose for our misfortunes and learn to use them to help others, to understand, have
compassion and empathy for others, especially in their time of need, we then empower ourselves to invert the misfortunes
into blessings of unspeakable value, affording us the ability to negate the negative energy and darkness and transform
it into positive energy and light.” ~ Namasté </brown>
|<brown>If you can pretend, then so can I.|
These feelings between us, they're just a lie.
Your dreams of me and mine of you,
They're all fabricated. They can't be true.
My thoughts of you that seem to persist,
They're not real. They don't exist.
My concern for you, my caring,
Of the same, you aren't sharing.
There is no flicker, hence no flame,
Not even an ember to try and tame,
For there is no passion. There is no fire,
To extinguish or quench, to cause desire.
There is no longing in this heart of mine,
For you, no ache or pain. It's just fine.
So my dearest, you're off the hook,
This chapter has ended. Now close the book.
If you can pretend, then so can I,
And feelings not living, can never die.</brown>