Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Much to be learned from the subconscious. Half watched an interesting program last night about middle eastern religions and how the religion revolved around sex and how important it is to the human soul and how it should be charished. I think sex has lost its meaning...it is no longer a joining of s...

what a coincidence to come here and read a poem of such a controversial subject of which we are discussing in my Cultural Diversity Class.

Outstanding writing.

joel wrote:The who you are has never been my care
..... What is love to be
but true through movement, still through moves aware?

Great lines here.

O.k. I am so illiterate where Spanish is concerned (hell not very good with my own language.) Anyway could I ask a question. It appears the trasnlations from lines 5 to 9 the are changed in order. Is there a reason why it is changed, or am I missing something somewhere? Just asking.

First I loved the poem. I am currently taking Spanish and this would be a major help to me as I am completely lost. Anyway, loved the poem in both languages.

It really doesn't matter the reason..I'm am touched that you are touched. It is nice to converse with you again. Not sure how long I'll be around this time. Anyway thanls for the response.


Deb,

The world has become so connected we are losing sight of what is right in front of us..family. War seems to be the only constant...but what belief are we fighting for this time. Just thoughts. It will most likely be something from space that ultimately distroys as, though man is doing a rather fine ...

I thank you for your response.

WHAT PASSES BY the flickering flame drips no wax red as the blood upon your hands a silent thought grasps reason twists it into disjoined creatures scars to sooth the beast within. she touches softly the whispers at your nape kisses lightly at the base of thought as you wonder what mind knows heart...

NOT OF MY MAKING memory fleeting floating away like deleted files files that cannot be found again. the recycling bin empty always empty a regular habit her emotions emptied with the trash yesterdays news found a day late express yourself a shattered glass don't repress step upon shards to feel gri...

who's watching the watchers? Who is willing to expose the truth?

It was a very sad day, the buildings were younger then I when they were savagely attacked. Don't know why that aspect of their existence strikes me, but it does. This will be one of those incidences which will go down into history, something our grand children or great grand children will learn abou...

Interesting thought.


beauty in the eye
is youth in the heart.


Love lots
Deb.

Doreen I have admired your writing for years, so glad you are still writing and that I stopped in.

Origins
back to the beginning of
one language
one thought
one mind.

Love lots
Deb.

This would almost be an exchange between someone I use to know but can't remember. Yes it does have a haunting feel to it as well as a touch of the real. Something like the way on the net....we write words, but we can't actually see or hear the persons voice with whom we are conversing. Have missed ...