Exilehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=GJqI262YST0enya - exilehappy birthday dear Enya!
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Artists That Inspire Me 16Welcome to all reading this journal my regular feature of the work of others. This is the first one since arriving back in the UK, later than usual, but hopefully once settled in, will get back to normal on here.Below are the artists whose work has inspired me since my last journal entry. The selections made by no means cover everyone that deserves to be here. In time many many more will follow, as with each passing week I discover so many more talented creative people on here, that one journal entry could never do them all justice. So many of you out there are producing work that leaves me in awe, and it would be unfair of me not to acknowledge the creators of work that has caught my eye and imagination. This journal features some of the more recent works that have stopped me in my tracks. They are presented in no particular order, they are simply a selection that I believe need to be seen and acknowledged by others for their beauty, artistry and ability. I would encourag
CheatsThe light makes cheatsof us both,so we change clothesin the greedy darkwithout lookingor thinking twice.We do not touch,our skin afraid to loseor breathe too close.We pass in the streetbut do not acknowledgeeach otherin buildings'reflections,in the glare of taxi cabsor the stiff pull of elevators.We do not rub elbowsor let our shoulder bladespress together.But I would know youanywhere - any placethe sun is uneasyand the skin of us wears thinor strangers are toldto breathein another direction.
WhyWhy is it that hard you love me?Don't I deserve your love?Am I that simple, that dumbthat ugly, that poor?Did gods forbid me to kiss?Am I paying a fault?Am I that nothing?Are you that far?When will you call me?Whe will your lips pronounce my name?When will you know I exist?When will the night be my day?When will my mind stop thinking of you, my love, my heart?Yes, I'm here,That guy in love,in love with a dream,in love with a songthat hits my soul each time I see the depth of your eyes,each time I'm alone,each time that I breathe.Magical sensation ran over my chestWhen I had you close,When you smiled at me for mista
.:: dear little shy moon ::.He traced her sun-kissed, freckled skin with the tips of his fingers, mapping the dots as though they were lonely stars, and her soft skin was the milky way. In the darkness of night, her body was light. Even when she tried to hide under the sea of blankets, he would feel her glowing, pulling her gently back for air. She was his little shy-moon. He loved the way her body could create beautiful landscapes as she lay curled, and he gazed at the accentuated curves of her back. Softly spoken words and heavy inhaled breaths revealed her fragile ribcage, pressed sharply against her skin. She had been broken once before; her bones were branches wai
Don't Love MeDon't love me or I'll cry the day you'll be gone.Don't hold my hands or they'll need you always.Don't get me used to the breath of your soul when you kiss me.Don't pronounce my name or I'll be broken in the middle of the silence.Don't say words I can't paint.Don't say you'll find me when sun rubs the sea'Cause I'd go there like a dream that lives in my nights.Don't smile or I'll think everything is springAnd when the moon comes and flowers closeI'll miss you.Don't love me or I'll suffer if i hurt you.Don't love what can fail.Don't think I'm a prince or an angel'Cause I'm clay.I'm a moment of illussions.I'm the past that neve
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