Daily Archives: August 31, 2015
Bruised Soul
My soul was bruised
Before you, yes
I was living but
With the feeling of
Being played and being used
My soul was bruised
My pillow was wet
I forgot about myself
But its hard to forget
The feeling of being used
My soul was bruised
Yes it was bruised
But until
I was blessed with your love
Kissed by your soft lips
I forgot what I had gone through
You have cured my soul
And now if God offered me heaven
Without you, that offer will be refused
YAZ
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#WDBJShooting and Trust Communities
by Kathryn Marguy
As a publicist, my days are consumed by social media. I post to our JHU Press Twitter and Facebook accounts, solicit content for our blog, and communicate with the media to schedule events and interviews. This position has allowed me the opportunity to connect with authors, reporters, corporate organizations, and fellow book lovers from around the world. There is a sort of safety that comes from this comradery. The WDBJ shooting on Wednesday seriously violated that level of trust.
A real-time communication tool like Twitter allows each user to create his or her own social circles. JHU Press author Irene Wu calls these groups “trust communities.” The idea of trust communities, Dr. Wu writes in her book Forging Trust Communities: How Technology Changes Politics, “joins the ideas of network and community as a social group with the capacity to take collective action but without the rules…
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Nice Pad – Towerama
I can’t remember whether this place is a hotel or private … I like it from this angle either way 🙂
It’s four (1wx4h L) photos merged with Photoshop Photomerge
Enjoy 😀
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Path of Life
With a crisp breeze gently caressing my soul, I stroll in the cool morning light relinquishing my thoughts of a sleepless night passing. Nature
whispers in my ear as the collection of wings flutter and dance in a harmonized fashion with joyful song.
The trail is winding back and forth like the unbridled path of my life. The smell of nectar in the air filling my senses with tasteful pleasure.
The journey is long as my legs repeat step after step the body directs. A lonely loon cries out on the lake a warning to others a stranger aloft. Currents of life fill the air of a once barren space. A rabbit emerges to check me out, and then scampers off to hide from this intruder. Humans gone now, the ravages of war. Alone I am as I look for meaning, will I enter the darkness as did the rest…
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Ancien Hippie 