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I Speak Art: What Am I To You?

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Monday, October 8, 2012. What Am I To You? I am the eye candy. To every man's sick thoughts. That this heart beats. To the same counts as everyone else. Whom they consider to be human. Or worthy of affection. Or simply true love. Not given the chance to show,. That under smooth skin and deep inside this body,. They only see as a sex symbol, lies a soul. Because it drowns in its own blood,. And it swims alone, in a lake made by tears cried in the rain. Silence, becoming the loudest cry. But to me,.

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I Speak Art: Support!

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I Speak Art: "Light Don't Shine Here"

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Wednesday, June 13, 2012. Light Don't Shine Here". That the roots we once planted have raised. Above the ground and died. That the thorns on the roses. We once cherished, have weakened and can no longer sting. That blue, is no longer the color of the sky,. But that of a faded gray,. But is it still air? Or is it the pollution we daily inhale to our lungs,. Causing a slow, steady, death. That the thought of intoxication. Is starting to sound delightful,. Appose to showing our face. Half his life,.

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I Speak Art: Art Work

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We are all young, atleast once. Watching from a far. Crazy, aren't we all? The mind in rotation with the body. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Links Of Must See Sites. Sylvana Joyce and The Moment. Who is James Kennedy?

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I Speak Art: Photo Shoots

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I Speak Art: The Dreamer's Choice

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Monday, September 17, 2012. Caress, as this body yearns for your touch. That its a fantasy. I, so anxiously await to live. Nothing is ever perfect, how can it? If we dont allow it. But though the forces ask of us to walk away,. The feeling we feel. Keeps us here, near. Each others hearts,. Just in case we decide to let them touch. Though fright marks this relationship. We, wounded people,. Dont admit to,. So happily in the thought of something true,. Something out of the ordinary. Am slowly giving in.

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I Speak Art: "The End Is Near"

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Sunday, June 3, 2012. The End Is Near". That we are born children,. Only to become children once again. When age, just a number. Continues to add up,. And limits become life. Because limited we become to life. Just a pebble, that slowly. Starts to disappear;. In this whole filled with rocks. Held accountable to health,. That is being robbed. By this body that is starting to collapse. Forced to fight against the will. Forced to fight to remain alive. Because by choice,. Giving up, would be the best option.

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I Speak Art: Nothing Comes Between The Current and The Ocean

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Monday, September 17, 2012. Nothing Comes Between The Current and The Ocean. The past might mark those scars left to stain the skin. Though the current in the ocean only goes in one direction,. That leads to the depth of the soul. Along the way all seems at a distance,. Objects moving too quickly. They only rest in the palm for a second,. Just as long as people do. But that second more or less. Of importance as the current continues to move,. Quickly and steady, yet fully unaware ,. Who is James Kennedy?