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cosmic-rebirth: Be here now…

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 03:38:48 -0500

cosmic-rebirth:

Be here now…

Dubstep and Motown had a baby.

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 21:29:10 -0500

Dubstep and Motown had a baby.

"Never allow loneliness to drive you into the arms of somone you know you don’t belong with."

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 23:20:41 -0500

“Never allow loneliness to drive you into the arms of somone you know you don’t belong with.”

- Unknown (via lolperfect)

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Wed, 20 Mar 2013 01:21:25 -0500

griefandhighdelights: Bless this post

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 01:19:05 -0500

griefandhighdelights:

Bless this post

butyouarealliwant: A man sat at a metro station in Washington...

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 05:32:49 -0600

butyouarealliwant:

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing? By: Josh Nonnenmoc

insane.

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Mon, 03 Dec 2012 18:28:00 -0600

living-planet: The what of good hope; South...

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 14:46:31 -0600

living-planet:

The what of good hope; South Africa

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opticoverload: Wake Up!

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 12:55:52 -0600

opticoverload:

Wake Up!

raspberrytart: The last gasp of Autumn by Ania Photography ✿ on...

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 11:04:53 -0600

raspberrytart:

The last gasp of Autumn by Ania Photography ✿ on Flickr.

When you see it, REBLOG IT.

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 09:14:15 -0600

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opticoverload: Damn Straight!

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 07:23:20 -0600

opticoverload:

Damn Straight!

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Sat, 24 Nov 2012 05:32:48 -0600

A personal favorite from Deviantart. Via TheChristOff at...

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 03:41:49 -0600

A personal favorite from Deviantart. Via TheChristOff at Deviantart.com.

Creative, or Manic? You tell me! (photo or text reply)

Wed, 14 Nov 2012 00:50:51 -0600

Stream of consciousness + Rhyming exercise

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Love?

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 12:20:34 -0600

The blizzard blows faster and night’s ending nears

Ghosts of decisions, misguided by fears

and panic attacks that brought me to tears

over overblown notions of judgement from peers

afflicting my consciousness all of these years

And thoughts, these thoughts that have me pacing

It seems both my brain and my heart are now racing

I’m thinking this feeling could use some erasing

So I go about finding a way of replacing

my negative feelings with something amazing

Freed from my chains, running under the sky

I sing and I dance and try not to be shy

and after awhile, I feel I can fly

Although I’m uncertain, I cannot deny

the beauty before me is making me high

Timeless moments and borderless bliss

linger on lips and fingertips

escape the animosity, enter into ecstasy

with me, your dreams and fantasies

come alive down to your bones

with muffled moans and erogenous zones

Slowly, with such a tender touch

that means “I love you very much”

inside us, love is manufactured

closer now to being raptured

forming bonds that can’t be fractured

cords of soul now knotted tight

when it’s dark, they bring the light

disagree but never fight

this is what you know is right

dont jump in too soon or too late

don’t be someone you love to hate

if you need to, simply wait

You don’t quite get how much is at stake

if you can’t eat what’s on your plate

or make the change you need to make

It’s time to come home for sanity’s sake

I found too late I haven’t learned

What I have I haven’t earned.

Every writer, musician, artist, or poet desires to leave his or her “mark” on the world...

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 12:20:13 -0600

Every writer, musician, artist, or poet desires to leave his or her “mark” on the world through his or her body of work. As a writer, musician, artist, and poet, I too desire to leave my mark. Like anyone who pursues the arts seriously, I desire recognition for my work and a modicum of fame on the side. Sometimes I wonder, though, if the mark I’m leaving is something beautiful in its own right. Maybe I’m simply placing scars on something that once was beautiful, now covered in the misguided published works of artists who put their own fame ahead of their artistic integrity. Am I one such artist? Am I trying to insert my own work into the public eye because I truly believe I have something unique to offer to the art world, or am I simply pandering to the desires of the public rather than using art as a means to express raw, primal emotions that cannot be expressed in any other way? Am I subconsciously imitating the styles of others? Do I attempt to parade my technical skill for creative genius? Am I truly an artist?

Absolutely.

Money-making motives or not, my art is still my art. The fact that I am the creator of my own work makes each piece that I makemine, regardless of how similar it is to other works (but seeing as I always do my best to refrain from imitation, I don’t think I have to worry about originality.) I invest emotion, time, passion, energy, effort, skill, and creativity into every piece that I do. I pour all my focus and attention onto the page, and not a single drop spills onto the nearby distractions. My mind is centered on the most moving of my psychological drives:

create.

opticoverload: SPEED

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 11:01:01 -0500

opticoverload:

S*P*E*E*D

opticoverload: A Journey In The Dark

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 09:12:48 -0500

opticoverload:

A Journey In The Dark

opticoverload: Sunset over Blackwater Canyon, West Virginia

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 07:14:11 -0500

opticoverload:

Sunset over Blackwater Canyon, West Virginia

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cosmic-rebirth: Be here now…

Dubstep and Motown had a baby.

"Never allow loneliness to drive you into the arms of somone you know you don’t belong with."

Photo

griefandhighdelights: Bless this post

butyouarealliwant: A man sat at a metro station in Washington...

Photo

living-planet: The what of good hope; South...

http://living-planet.tumblr.com/

opticoverload: Wake Up!

raspberrytart: The last gasp of Autumn by Ania Photography ✿ on...

When you see it, REBLOG IT.

opticoverload: Damn Straight!

Photo

A personal favorite from Deviantart. Via TheChristOff at...

Creative, or Manic? You tell me! (photo or text reply)

Love?

Every writer, musician, artist, or poet desires to leave his or her “mark” on the world...

opticoverload: S*P*E*E*D

opticoverload: A Journey In The Dark

opticoverload: Sunset over Blackwater Canyon, West Virginia

opticoverload: SPEED