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Bird In A Cage

Posted by Tyanahb May 30, 2014

Bird in a cage,

So filled with rage,

no wonder she never sings,

she sits just waiting and waiting until the final bell rings,

and when this bell rings she'll be dead with a life unfufilled,

When will she be free to fly ?

Instead of trapped away smothered by her own cries,

She's a bird with a broken wing,

Her heart is filled with rage,

So she refuses to sing,

She's ignored broken and abused,

Someone keeps her locked away like a prized token,

She wants to break free,

They ignore her every plea,

Someone help,

Her life is short,

She doesn't want to die here,

Althought she tries to trick herself,

She knows the end is near,

Bird in a cage,

so filled with rage,

The end is here,

Here is where I die,

Floating off into the sky,

I am finally free to fly

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This isn't actually a publishing project - that is, there's no 'book'. I just wanted to illustrate and narrate a story I like (although I should add - I'm not a professional voiceover artist, and the illustrations were put together at great speed over a weekend).

 

Here's the video: http://youtu.be/nGplR47Pulw

 

Making this video was pretty useful for me, in the way that speed sketching can hone your drawing skills. While I'm a bit wary of being judged on the standard of these illustrations, it was good to be able to just do it and publish it and not obsess over the imperfections. It was also good to make a complete break from the style of the children's book I've been working on until now: my next children's book will also have a very different illustrative feel to it, so it was good to 'scribble' outside the lines for a while. As it were

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Worst Idea Ever

Posted by jlthompson5 May 19, 2014

Happy Monday to all my followers! I’ve missed you so much! Talk about a bad idea. While I did make it through the rest of The Iron Traitor and Bright Young Things, My oldest has strep throat, so I babies her. We took her to the hospital and they gave her a shot but the poor thing is still in bed sicker then a dog. Speaking of dogs, my sweet little dog ran away before I got up this morning because someone (a nameless husband!) left the door open and my puppy is a runner. Thankfully after two hours of running wild he came home.

 

Now you can note the new link for books I’ve read and my opinions of them. My read-a-thon didn’t go as well as I thought I would. I pushed to finish my reading and I still have one book to read. But I do have a lot of free time as of lately so I might read it this week and report on it when I’m done.But for it’s back to work on my books and getting them ready for release.I feel really refreshed and focused.

I did spend all day Saturday cuddled up to my hubby for our 3rd wedding anniversary! He made dinner and dealt with sicky Mc sickerton so I could have a break. Then we watched a movie on the couch then the kids went to bed! A perfect night if you ask me but, I am old and boring! I love my life that way and wouldn’t have it any other way. I am so happy this weekend is over though and Monday is showing promising signs of the week getting better by the day. Thank you all for the break! I needed it! Now tell me all about your weekend! I miss you all and I want to know what you did!

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My husband and I went on a pilgrimage to "Lake Wobegon" and visited many of the real places that inspired Garrison Keillor's make-believe town.  We even got a chance to meet the famous author when he was coming out of a bookstore.  Here's a book, with pictures, of our experience.  It is told from the point of view of our teenage sleuth Nancy Keene. In this story, a bachelor farmer goes missing and Nancy and her Dad are hot on the trail.

 

 

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Stone walls do not a prison

Posted by gaity May 15, 2014

Women are raped, beaten and harassed inside the  prison ; is it not a blob of mud ,a terrible slap on the faces of the people who master laws and civil rules in the society.

According  to some estimates 60% of the prisoners in Pakistani prisons are  innocent of the crimes that they are convicted of. The prisoners are the  poor and the destitute who cannot afford attorneys who can get them off  with NROs, bribes and intimidation. Ever heard of a rich person?s child  go to prison in Pakistan? It doesn?t happen.

Pakistani  prisoners have leg irons, and are subjected to the worst atrocities  known to man.  If one does not know what a leg iron is, it a steel rod  about half an inch thick and is clasped to both feet. This keeps the  legs of hte prisoner apart so that he has limited motion and literally  cannot walk. These leg irons are part of the British legacy

.Women in prison were the most vulnerale of detainees in Pakistan.
The  women police centre in Lahore, Jail Road was reported to have a lock-up  area exposed to passers by while the bathroom inside had only a four  feet wall.
These factors caused violation of privacy  for women detainees,  women were reportedly  also kept in lock-up much beyond the stipulated time, while there were  no separate juvenile cells for young girls under eighteen.
According to HRCP media monitoring, at least 41 girls and women became victims of acid attack in 2012;
15  women had their limbs amputated, mainly over suspicion of ?immorality?;  heads of as many as 37 women were shaved to humiliate them and 49 women  were set on fire in different incidents across the country.Prison, Juvenile Detention Center, or New Life? Is the first classical argument;Everyone has their views on who?s an adult and who?s a child, some  religions even have a ceremony to mark it. But what truly shows that  you?re an adult?  For juries and judges their judging kids from the age  of 10 as adult and their ability to go to jail.

It is said that no one truly knows a nation until one has been inside  its jails. A nation should not be judged by how it treats its highest  citizens, but its lowest ones.The greater ignorance towards a country is not ignoring what its  politicians have to say, it is ignoring what the inmates in its prisons  have to say.

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Red Hunger,  by A. L. Armstrong,  is available for download in Kindle version. Get your copy today!

 

Happy Mother's Day!

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                                                                                             Monday May 5th:

 

                                                                                           Exotic Expressions

                                                                                           by Eric F. Williams

 

 

 

In Just 24 Hours!! Get This Full Color Interiored Book of Romantic and Poetic Adult Short Stories by Author Eric F. Williams with contributions by Author Angela A. Scott including 30 Full Color Photos plus the bonus 8 Page Mini Series "Heartbreak At The Lake" on my Amazon Author's Page for just $20.33!! Looking for a sizzling read to go along with the rapidly approaching long, hot, lazy days of Summer? You can't go wrong with this book!

 

Find this book along with all of my previously published books on my AAmazon Author's Page at the following link:

 

https://amazon.com/author/poetericfwilliams

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recordationem

Posted by gaity May 4, 2014

A child, left to play alone, says of quite an easy thing, 'Now I am  going to to do something very difficult'. Soon, out of vanity, fear and  emptiness, he builds up a world of custom, convention and myth in which  everything must be just so; certain doors are one-way streets, certain  trees sacred, certain paths taboo. Then along comes a grown-up or a more  robust child; they kick over the imaginary wall, climb the forbidden  tree, regard the difficult as easy and the private world is destroyed.  The instinct to create myth, to colonize reality with the emotions,  remains. The myths become tyrannies until they are swept away, when we  invent new tyrannies to hide our suddenly perceived nakedness. Like  caddis-worms or like those crabs which dress themselves with seaweed, we  wear belief and custom.

We pay for vice by the knowledge that we are wicked; we pay for pleasure when we find out too late that we are nothing.Such is the influence which the condition of our own thoughts,  exercises, even over the appearance of external objects. Men who look on  nature, and their fellow-men, and cry that all is dark and gloomy, are  in the right; but the sombre colours are reflections from their own  jaundiced eyes and hearts. The real hues are delicate, and need a  clearer vision

.Let the tears which fell, and the broken words which were exchanged in  the long close embrace between the orphans, be sacred. A father, sister,  and mother, were gained, and lost, in that one moment. Joy and grief  were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief  arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections,  that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain.We need be careful how we deal with those about us, when every death  carries to some small circle of survivors, thoughts of so much omitted,  and so little done- of so many things forgotten, and so many more which  might have been repaired! There is no remorse so deep as that which is  unavailing; if we would be spared its tortures, let us remember this, in  time.

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