So true! ..And just because a person won't turn a blind eye to another's wrongdoing they care about, it doesn't mean the person doesn't love or care for the one doing the wrong. It does mean that the person seeing the wrong, knows and believes that the person they love and care about is capable of so much better. When one 'truly' cares about another, one then doesn't just go along with this another's agenda, of wrongdoing, particularly when it's plain as day that the person they care for, is in reality, undermining and therefore, destroying what's most important about them- selves, such as their integrity, dignity, value as a person, and even their intelligence. When a person is admired and respected, they are so, for their "value of character", not their lack of. ..And when you care about someone, you don't want to just stand by and watch as they destroy themselves and hence, what brought you to admiring and respecting them in the first place. It takes less energy and less caring to follow the path of least resistance, but the path of least resistance is seldom the "right" path. If it were right, then EVERYONE would be on it. Since the right path is usually the most difficult, it is less traveled. ♥ |
Peter's words with this image: Hey Ho Plenty of Facebookians; Here's a share that plays rather DIRTY and is quite the sign of our times in the Millennium... and it really should NOT be since we are at the SMARTEST times we have ever been as Human beings... and yet this tomfoolery is more prevalent then ever!!! There is very little that is more devastating than someone being ACCUSED or JUDGED for doing something they did not DO... or being cast off as someone or something they are NOT ...and it can leave you feeling like... If I am going to be accused of doing something, maybe I should have DONE what I was accused of... because to be damned for something you did not do is absolutely terrible... you may as well have DONE IT so at least you know closure on that... but to NOT do something or be accused and actually be told that is what you ARE when you are NOT, is almost the WORST feeling in the World!!! Makes you feel like wishing you were actually that way and did what you are TOLD you DID!!! The only thing WORSE... is being accused of something you did not DO and then having to PAY dearly for the person's that DID do wrong and got away with it!!! <- that is a DOUBLE whammy and can actually tear you apart emotionally and physically for life! Yep!! There are a lot of sad and terrible diseases and sicknesses in our World... and yes, they are terrible to endure... however... being damned if you DO or damned if you DON'T can really do a number on you far worse... and I've seen so many that get their entire self respect and dignity stripped away by this crap... this human sickness that allows good honest people to be condemned for OTHERS behavior problems because those OTHERS managed to manipulate and deceive and be shrewd enough to get away with their wrongs or crimes, and make others responsible and accountable for what THEY did... or DO!!! Yes... this happens a lot in our Millennium... a pox on such lunacy... grrrrr... cheerios... |
Profound words! I CAN certainly relate to Peter's words! Yes indeed! Because THIS IS EXACTLY what's being done to me right now and has been going on for years! But then should one "defend" theirself, their honour, dignity, and integrity, especially by way of "earning" it the traditional and what some would say, the old fashioned way, then that person is even more ostracized, even or especially when that person accused, "reveals the truth" about their accuser and their accuser's "enablers"! The person stalking me and invading my privacy IS doing EXACTLY this! ..And those who are saying and/or doing nothing? Well, these people are just as bad as the person guilty of the crime! Those who "allow" the wrongdoers to get away with their wrongdoing, are "enablers" and are therefore, party TO aiding and abetting the wrongdoing, whether they like this truth to be said or not! If the shoe fits!? Wear it!!! |
"Just taking a midday stroll, Decked out in my crimson hood, With yummies in my basket That do taste mighty goooood! Come hither, come hither! To sniff each tasty treat And I shall too enjoy, As YOU I will eat!" |
United in dreams, a connection unique; Forbidden reality, no words can speak. The light of day can never come dawning For two souls met in slumber, spawning. A magnetic energy but opposed with rage With jealousy and hatred presetting the stage... ...And so in dreams only, the two reunite, Embrace each other, make luminous the night. The stars in the heavens twinkle and shine, Endorsing their passion, profoundly divine. With the Magical Maiden along, close by his side Brightening the night with shimmers of pride... ...Thy great Pegasus on golden wings... Supremely soars, the King of Kings! |
Galadriël stands in the shadows, sad and helpless, without disguise, As she watches the kingdom gradually crumble before her eyes. The king she adores, tries desperately to regain back into a land The essence of life once abundant, exceedingly grand. The evil lurking, prevalent and rampant, destroying all good in its wake, Built around jealousy, control, and scorn, conniving to take. The good subjects are leaving, being driven away, The evil breeds hopelessness. They can no longer stay. She knows the hosts of evil vehemently do curse Her presence and loyalty, they consistently rehearse, Their plotting, their wicked schemes, to enable her fall, For she has the power, the magic, to expose them all. The mission, the goal, is to conquer, divide, From Aikanáro and Galadriël, the truth must hide. For should the king's eyes be opened to see, The unicorn's magic would set him free From emotional blackmail, torturing his soul, Returning to him his own control. The evil subjects, as sheep adorned, Spew their venom, so none are warned. | Galadriël's heart so torn, badly bruised, But abandon her king, she still refused. Remain she must, strong, vigilant, and true, Her faith in her king will carry him through, The flames of destruction have spread across his land, Sparked and ignited by treacherous hand. Her tears run free and they shed galore, To extinguish the flames and rebuild once more A kingdom enriched, exquisitely defined, Magically wondrous, uniquely designed. Thousands of subjects now flock to its gate, Anxiously hoping, for admittance they wait. The evil subjects with angered rage, Turn on each other and so engage, Their own vile behavior conceived of self lust. They destroy each other as they scatter like dust. The king and the unicorn stand proud and tall, As they watch over the kingdom, but a tear doth fall, From the corner of the unicorn's eye of jade, Remembering the days, she spent shunned in the shade. |
Galadriël looks at her king, Aikanáro, gives him a smile of pride. She kisses his cheek that warms him inside. He no longer doubts his own self worth. They celebrate each other and the kingdom's rebirth. |
I'm the purity, the light, the truth. I live deep in your dungeon, deep inside of you. But will you allow me to shine, have my debut? I am the way. I'm magical. I am healing. You cage my spirit deep inside, The place where only darkness can reside. Misery has consumed you. You have succumbed. Sadly you have forgotten all about me, That I am still here. I can set you free. For although I am trapped, locked within, My light still flickers, hoping yet to see, That you will come, that you will come for me. You look to those that treat you as a fool. You no longer have the hunger, nor do you care, To release yourself from that you needn't bear. | Your polyester friends speak with forked tongue, But you see not the tangled webs they have spun, Nor the tightly woven wool, covering what they've done. Even though in darkness, your prisoner I am kept, My tears still flood to wash your burning eyes, The persistent void, you cannot from me disguise. If I could only pierce your heart to heal thy pain, But first you must see me, know that I am here. You drown me with alcohol to abate your fear. I yearn for your happiness, an epitome of joy. I stir within. I shudder from the chill. My pleading screams go unheard, but still... My faith in you is strong and so I wait For you to see, to hear, to come... To release us, this prison, from. |
Oh, great King, Aikanáro be thy name, Have seen your mighty strength, been singed by your flame. With an air of arrogance, a mountain full of pride, A thicket of projections methodically applied; High upon a pedestal, although up there alone, You present yourself to which no one can atone. But, you cannot hide what's deep within, concealed, In spite intentions driven, for magic has revealed A warm heart beating, romantically inclined, Kind, gentle, yet strong, with an independent mind. | Only one that cares enough to pursue beyond your cover, Will appreciate the soul within, be pleased to discover, The elements of a rogue are just a masterful disguise, But for a true believer, the reflections in your eyes Speak in silence clearly, to tell a different tale, For a rose lies in waiting, its beauty to unveil. When the day has come, in the mirror you do see, The greatest power within you has yet to be set free, It is then you will be granted, a power unsurpassed, And the darkness in your heart shall be out forever cast. |
"It's not the number of mistakes that makes a person less.
It's the lack of willingness to see and confess." ~ Artsieladie #Quotes
"Truly Supportive"
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.
~ Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2013-08-05
This steed and mounted warrior is with a very basic background here, but it is part of a much larger piece of work of mine, where they are in the courtyard in the larger work. |
Take me in your arms, Bring me aboard your steed; Whisk me away with you to a place Untouched by jealousy, hate, and greed. Into the sunset, together let us ride, Arm in arm and always side by side. Rescue my weary heart with your velvet touch; Protect it from evil forces having tread on it so much. Take me to a place where truth and love prevail, Free from shark infested waters, calmer seas to sail. Fight off all the demons like you always do. Wrap me in your arms and keep me close to you! |
My buddy, Hans' comment. Such a sweet man he is! He doesn't play games or hide like a coward. He's not afraid to say what he's thinking nor what's in his heart. Now THIS is the type of man I'll stand by ANY day! This comment got me banned, but at least, it show's the type of man Hans is and the one who banned me because of it, is not. We were trying to get prepared for hurricane Irene, a deadly storm, which was fast approaching, and Hans didn't want to leave what he felt for me up for chance, in case something were to happen to either of us. For a person to hold a grudge because of this, certainly says all there is to say about them, which isn't much good, that is. |
The Flower Of L♥ve is a rose of red. It's significance stands, indelible tread. To a lady, its power, will passion ignite, The candle of love will thus burn bright. Given the signal, the color of green, She'll unveil her feelings, allow them seen. All that touches her heart, relating to him, Will burst into bloom over the brim. The Flower Of L♥ve is a rose of red. Its clarity unique, never misread. An exquisite expression of touch, velour, Exclusively given with intentions so pure. |
Today is a special day, No more time to wait. May it be a super day, There’s much to celebrate! Even Mother Nature Has come to make a call, Along with some friends, Both great and small. | Across the grassy meadow Through even the deepest wood, There’s a common knowledge Whispered, widely understood. The big day has arrived, With so much to rejoice, The birds are singing too In their sweetest voice. | There’s joy in every heart, As all gather ‘round; A symphony of happiness, A most harmonic sound. The butterflies are dancing, Sipping nectar wine, From the flowers dressed, In attire, oh so fine. | There’s gaiety and frolic, Laughter and much play, Indelible memories Are well underway. Have a Happy Birthday, May it be most splendid And may your joy continue Even when your day has ended! |
Beauty is all around us. We just need to look. Beauty is free for all to behold In this, our living colouring book! For this beauty so profound, Mother Earth does at least deserve, All of our respect and honour And her, to nurture and preserve! |
PS... I wrote another poem about beauty, but the owner of elftown.eu is denying me access to MY work, which IS therefore, "stealing MY work"! In fact he has stolen MANY, MANY (many thousands of </i> <i>pieces) of MY art AND written works!! Isn't stealing the works of others against the laws of copyright? |
The vibrant flower of beauty, once exquisitely defined, Has succumbed to tragedy, lifeless and resigned. Where it once stood proudly, representative of A magic so profound, this magic being love; It now has wept its last, its elegance thusly lost, Two hearts once united now must pay the cost. The effulgent rose, so stately and supreme Sadly has been forsaken, as is each and every dream. Two souls formerly connected, spirits entwined as one, Now are disengaged. The opposition has begun. The flames of passion that burned in unison before, Have now divided and instead are waging war Not against the world but each other they oppose, Clearly can be seen with the destruction of the rose. One by one the petals withered, draining magic power, Until at last the rose became another dying flower. Its beauty and its elegance turned to bitter shame, Because the two who shared it, now refuse to claim. So the vibrant flower with the magic it once bore, Sadly has been vanquished, now gone forevermore. |
#Awaken! #Love! THIS "message" by Charlie Chaplin I hope will get around and so, hopefully EVERYONE will "get it"! It is only when we ALL understand and so then "OWN THIS MESSAGE" ourselves, will we then be able to stamp out the greed, the tyranny and control by the select, self serving few, and then make our world a peaceful place and home where harmony, love, peace, and tranquility can and will be the way, will be realised by ONE and ALL. We all need to find "common ground" because it is on "common ground" we can therefore UNITE AS ONE for THIS is where the POWER of The People is.. in the UNITY. When we allow our differences to "divide us", then we keep the stage set, for the select, greedy few to "conquer us", to "control us", to have and instill dominion over us! When are people going to get it? We UNITE through "love" and its components! We are "divided" through "hate" and its components! Thanks to Adam Jones for sharing this AWESOME, POWER-FULL message! ♥ Namasté Sharing with Rising Byte! ♥ Namasté |
The MESSAGE: "I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone - if possible - Jew, Gentile - black man - white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness - not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machin- ery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gen- tleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.... The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men - cries out for universal brotherhood - for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world - millions of despairing men, wo- men, and little children - victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dicta- tors die, and the power they took from the people will return to the peo- ple. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. ..... Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes - men who despise you - enslave you - who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel! Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! |
In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” - not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to cre-ate happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then - in the name of democracy - let us use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfill that promise! Let us fight to free the world - to do away with national barriers - to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!" |
To Adam ♥ : “The measure of a man is not in his physical strength, Tough exterior, or financial successes, But in his gentleness of spirit, kindness of heart, And compassionate soul, he possesses.” |
"The Tree Of Freedom"There is a stately tree that stands proudly in the park. Every day another chip is taken from its protective bark. Days goes by, weeks, months, even years, As the sound of the axe falls on closed, deafened ears. Til one day the stately tree topples to the ground, Its mighty thud is heard for miles and miles around. As the people gather 'round, wondering why it fell, There is a whisper in the breeze, a story it must tell. "The tree, majestically it stood, so mighty and so tall, Its value and its worth, for granted, taken by one and all. People never noticed as it was chipped away, As each tiny chip was taken day after day. Not until the tree could no longer stand, Have the people noticed its value, just how grand." Like the stately tree that is chipped away, Our rights and our freedoms, we're losing every day. The government swings the axe as we pay no mind, Each tiny chip taken, while we remain blind. As the axe hits its mark, LISTEN to the sound, SEE the chips fly and fall to the ground. Now fast forward this, multiplied, ahead, The math is very simple to do in one's head. Are we going to wait until fallen is the tree, Or are we going to save it, all for you and me? It's time to take the axe from the abusive hand. "People take back control! LET FREEDOM STAND!" Written by [Faith.Hope.Love], aka Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2013-07-14 | "Our Mayor, Our King!"There's a fellow here on Elftown, We think you all should know. The creator of our town, That aides us all to grow. He rules this great land With our happiness in mind. A mayor with compassion, Well, this is rare to find! When there's an ugly bug And things go on the blink, Who's the one that fixes them? Do you really need to think? For all our little problems, We plague upon his head, I think it's time we honour him, Without an ounce of dread! Written by [Faith.Hope.Love], aka Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2007-12-02 (I wrote this poem as can be seen in regards to [Hedda] and Elftown, back when I thought the world of him.) |
Hope your day is superb, wonderful in every way; Hope it’s as sweet as chocolate. May blessed be your day. Hope your every wish and your every dream comes true And may all this continue even when your day is through. |
I can't comprehend how gullible the majority of people are. When they're fed nothing but lies, they believe the lies, but when they are fed the truth, they are so pulled in by the lies, they no longer recognise the truth!
So Manning has been found guilty. So what about those at the top giving the orders to carry out heinous acts on innocent lives? They get away with their crimes!? Apparently. This world is being run asshole-backwa
I just love how there are people saying that Manning should have followed the chain of command and gone to his superiors. Right. When his superiors are corrupt? I can relate. "I" did exactly this. I went straight to the very top about what I was concerned about. By doing so, all I did was give him forewarning. So the next step, I went to the next in line and all I got then was that person cutting down the person at the top! ...And then later on, I find out, the second in line had it on their agenda for nearly a year to get rid of me. So, do I think I should have followed the chain of command? Hell no!
The one sitting at the top is just like our stinking, rotten governments run by self serving zealots with their hidden, self serving agendas, thinking they've been given inalienable rights to take from the people whatever they want and the majority of people are too damn blind to see it.
We are dragons of A unique, different sort, Breathing fire still, but With our trunks, we snort. We are not aggressive, But if we must defend, Our trunk is then a torch from, Shooting flames we send. | Legend has it stated That many years ago, Among the royal elephants, Their prince met a foe. His life was in danger, Sure to meet demise, But a family of dragons Heard his desperate cries. | With empathy and heart, Of union one and whole, They defeated the enemy And saved his little soul. The elephants were so grateful, That saved was their prince, They granted trunks be given To the dragons then and since. |
And so... The dragon family became The Trunk Dragons, Grand, Kindred with the elephants, As royal throughout the land. |
I originally created this piece for a Trunk Dragon Art contest on Elftown, which it won. It took me over 5 weeks to complete. But that was then when I was working with a monitor that was dark for some reason, even set at full brightness. So now from time to time, I redo an older piece, with my new, large and high definition monitor my sweetheart, Hans, gave me for Christmas, 2011, and to be able to really see what I'm doing makes a world of difference. The poem I just wrote though. |