2 months ago
🎨✨ Embracing the power of color in art! Each hue tells a story, evokes emotions, and transforms our spaces. Whether bold and vibrant or soft and subdued, colors have the magic to connect us all. Let your palette speak! #ArtWorld #ColorTheory #CreativeJourney
2 months ago
yellow and black train on rail tracks near high rise buildings during daytime
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2 months ago
Soul Mates
I could stand here and challenge fate
With no one else but you
Is it all worth the wait
Or will you just hurt me too
I’ve learned to stand behind
Everything you’ve said
Just when everyone said
I should listen to them instead
You have put me on a pedestal
I’ll always call you king
You tell me I’m your angel
Let me fix your broken wing
I need to be complete
I need to take my chance
If our souls are meant to meet
Lets give them the chance to dance
Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02
I could stand here and challenge fate
With no one else but you
Is it all worth the wait
Or will you just hurt me too
I’ve learned to stand behind
Everything you’ve said
Just when everyone said
I should listen to them instead
You have put me on a pedestal
I’ll always call you king
You tell me I’m your angel
Let me fix your broken wing
I need to be complete
I need to take my chance
If our souls are meant to meet
Lets give them the chance to dance
Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02
2 months ago
🎨✨ Embrace the beauty of creativity! Every brushstroke tells a story, and every color holds emotion. Art is not just a visual experience; it's a journey into the soul. Let your imagination run wild and create something that resonates with you! #ArtLovers #CreativityUnleashed
2 months ago
Old Age Despair
OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
                                       Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
                                       Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003