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To be humble, to be kind.
It is the giving of the peace in your mind.
To a stranger, To a friend
To give in such a way that has no end.

To be bold, to be brave.
It is the thinking that the heart can still be saved
And the darkness can come quick
The Dangers in the Anger and the hanging on to it.

We are Love
We are One
We are how we treat each other when the day is done.
We are Peace
We are War
We are how we treat each other and Nothing More

Tell me what it is that you see
A world that's filled with endless possibilities?
Heroes don't look they used to, they look like you do.

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Photographers: On your wide angle lens, what filters do you use? 

41%
11 deviants said I don't use no stinkin' filters.
22%
6 deviants said What the hell is is a filter? Like...for your coffee machine?
19%
5 deviants said Poloraizer: some experts do not recommend their use on wide angle lenses, but I've had good results.
11%
3 deviants said I use them, but will tell you ALLLL about them in a comment.
4%
1 deviant said ND filter. Don't leave home without it.
4%
1 deviant said UV filters.
0%
No deviants said Glass enhancers. (this is what I want, but would like some advice on if it is worth it or just enticing camera porn.)

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Devious Journal Entry

Journal Entry: Sun Mar 1, 2015, 2:33 PM
Historic Ranch by PinedropChildless by goRillA-iNK


What do you do when you don't get better?
Strong arms get too get too weak to hold her.
Oh God give me just enough strength to make it through.

Nenainniemi by m-eralp
Sleepless, this madness is walking me out to the ledge
 and stands there beside me
shivering out on the edge.
Oh God all I all I ask is a little relief
Just a moment of peace.
Mother and Daughter by vizionsphotographyHold me by SimpleOona
I don't want to live without you.
I'm not ready to live without you.
So let's dance a little.
Laugh a little.
Hope a little more.
Cause I don't want to leave without you, without you.

Sister Moon by catch---22
This thorn in my side,
though it cuts and stings me
As opens these eyes
I never seen so clearly.
And oh God I thank you
Cause you bring me to my knees
Back on my knees.
A solitary life by LordLJCornellPhotosForgotten city by lostknightkg
I don't want to live without you.
I'm not ready to live without you.
So let's dance a little.
Laugh a little.
Hope a little more.
Yes let us dance a little.
Laugh a little,
and hope a little more.
Cause I don't want to leave without you without you.
The dance by klairy
a DANCE. by FAMILIARLYvague
I heard another voice from the other side-
Singing, hold fast love last
 as winter turns into summer time
Singing hold fast, love last
Heard another voice from the other side
Singing hold fast love last
as winter turns into summer time
Singing hold fast
I Feel You by Joe-MaccerOpening up by MatsHolmberg
the tease of Earl Greywhen leaves speak they rustle
but shan't talk of lost cattle
out of bags like cats lying
purring perhaps stirring
gainsaying the language
of pictures - much fewer
than one thousand words
whispered soft - softer
ours to read into
by catching a hint of
some spiciness brewed
a sugaring of love -
or upcoming danger
a giving or taking
from whom in this strange land
once was a stranger
by this chance assessed
through one's cup or glass
darkly lit yet it be
from wet leavings of tea
hopefully let it be
the sugaring of love -
llp - dA - jan2013
DD - feb1/2013
PerigeeWhen the mare went blind
my heart clouded like her eyes
she walked calm along her dark path
she learned step up, step down
I led her by the forelock
her trust like the moon between my hands
EverworldsAdrift amid the everworlds,
Themselves strung out like tethered pearls,
We are slowly, slowly sailing.
What's the point in suffering
When so many things conspire to wring
The fabric of our hearts?
This cool, compressed distress machine
Is always waiting to try to claim
Everything we are.
I'm glad to say it's failing.
I salute the ones who ride before,
And trail behind us forevermore.
Their meaning is not muffled
By a shuttered heart or dampened spark.
Our very beings burn
For all life's beautiful things,
Because we are meant to live then die,
Whether we are grounded
Or a thousand miles high,
And we don't have to be afraid,
Because it's THAT which makes us motivate
To act like fools in pain,
When in awhile we'd have been ok,
Having gotten through a couple of days
Of inner aggravation.
People seem want to MAKE us better,
And that's a somewhat mistaken misendeavour.
Just smile and nod your head,
Because it's mainly chemical.
And that's the part we're missing;
You only need to listen,
And

so I doand so I climb
like yesterday
like last month
like always
again the sun climbs
lighting the horizon
like always
I climb and climb
seeing farther today
like yesterday
always upward
never high enough
so again today
I climb
ever searching
like the beginning
tomorrow
I will climb again
and the day after that
because
it is only the horizon
that blocks my view
and so I climb
onward, upward
believing in you

For JenWords are not important anymore.
Just the feather-like leaves falling in the background.
And the gentle snowflakes that rests in your auburn hair.
The fact that you are here with me
gives me all the strength I need to fly.
Yet, your love keeps me grounded.
Tethered our intertwined hearts
and smiles keep us in this moment.
Our bubble of perfection.
A living breathing piece of artwork
that I wish someone could hang in a museum
for all of time
So that others would know what true love looks like.
And that there are perfect moments,
in time.
AgainIce forms on the river
     No longer a smooth flow
A frozen life
     Nothing continues without you.
     In my isolation
     I am no stranger to uncertainty
No warmth can thaw this winter
     Of unfulfilled desire
Thoughts of affection
     Cannot replace need
     Glass shard memories
     Sandpaper recollections
I dare not plead
     Even the smallest comfort:
          Just one more moment
     One more touch of your hand upon my cheek
LearningI want them to embrace me-
-Three thousand sixty seven shallow cuts
To bleed me dry,
To fade me into the gray wash
Of someone else's memory
I want them to end me-
-Thirteen deadly sins
To bring me to my knees
To become an apology
Of everything I have failed to be
I want them to find me-
-Two hundred six broken bones thrown
To roll me past who I have become
To understand the osteomantic future
Of a truth that is already known

winter forest by Ingelore

I've always had a thing for poets, ya know.

Music was my first weakness. The first thing I remember bringing me low, pulling me up. Giving me things I didn't know I needed. Taking from me the unnecessary:  inhibitions, fears, the drag of memories best left behind.

But there are more poets than only songwriters--you dangerous weapons with ink and paper.  Text whispering, retrieving echoes.

And those behind the lens. Capturing living poetry. You too are special. 
 
Poets tempt me, sway and draw me in. There is an intoxication, a drowning in an image, a poem, a song. One that makes you feel. Isn't that what we all crave? To feel. And the ultimate feeling:  love. Some toss the word about all willy-nilly, like a politician polluting October. We should mean it when we say it. If I've ever said it to you--I meant it.  

I say here, I'm weak.

And I like it.

Soooo...neurosurgery tomorrow.  The first attempt at stopping the seizures that have been plaguing me for months now.  They are really bad now.  They took away my drivers license! I can't even drive an f-ing moped. I don't want to talk about it...sigh. Anyhoo--it is what it is. Ha. I always say that, don't I? Oh well, moving on. Doing a surgery like this on a person like me isn't easy.  And Derek Sheperd isn't real. :D But my guy told me he is a master mechanic with very expensive toys, I mean tools. :D I like him.

I'll hold as fast as I can. So there will be more time for dancing and laughter and hope. Because I have a lot of that left to do.  But--and isn't there always one of those? If it is an end of things, so to speak, do all those things yourselves, please. With a smile at a fond memory. 

Be well. I'm sure all will be well--one way or another. :heart:


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  • Listening to: Pandora
  • Reading: Advance Directive papers. not fun.
  • Watching: sometimes
  • Playing: ummm...nevermind.
  • Eating: not hungry much these days.
  • Drinking: nope. can't with the meds. dang it all.

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Jessica
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**since dA took away my ability to tell you I am a "Wise Ass" I feel it is my duty to add it here. :nod: Just so we are all on the same page.**

About myself...humm...what to say to make things seem interesting...humm...
1) I don't like journal taggy things. Please don't try, 'cause I'll just ignore it.
2) I'm honest as hell, that is one big thing.
3) I'm real. A flesh and blood thinking female.
So. If you are adverse to things like severe honesty from real people, I think you might want to just smile and wave. :):wave: and then :sprint:
:icondirtymindstamp1::icondirtymindstamp2::iconplz-addict:Kind of a lot of things by eranashine
I am 39 and don't really care who knows. For the most part, I like myself.
I love to learn new things and I'm teaching myself the piano and photography.
I answer to many different names: Jess, Jessie, Jessica, and Mom.
Current Residence: Michigan, USA
Favourite genre of music: All kinds, except rap :(
Personal Quote: regret isn't something you can outrun
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VictorianPrincess Featured By Owner May 17, 2015  Hobbyist Photographer

Thank you very much for the :+fav: on Soft as silk! :iconkissmeeplz:

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KarlsSkies Featured By Owner May 8, 2015   Photographer
:wave: thank you for the fav :tighthug:
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alapip Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Jess!  where are you?  how are you?
the last news was Mar 19th.

i miss my friend.  ya know?  i don't
have that many...

:hug: pip
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CalleighBlack Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hey Babe! Just came by to check on you. Love you!
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XOrdinary1998 Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Jessica! I had an amazing idea for a potentially beautiful picture, that I am absolutely positive you could pull off. Way up in the mountains, right at a high summit, looking slightly downward at several peaks in a range. Mist hanging like cirrus clouds just under the peaks, some snow and/or slight vegetation like grass or small flowers growing around the jagged edges. The sun just starting to rise in the background, casting a beautiful golden sheen over it, shadows hanging elegantly across the leeward side of the peaks. And in the description, you could put the first/fifth verse of "Misty Mountains" from The Hobbit.

What do you think? I know a shot like that may be difficult to take with family to worry yourself about too, but hey...it would be absolutely amazing.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
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