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Dream of prosperity Come with me
and we shall find a way
to escape this place,
and make our day.

Tomorrow we shall leave
and we will be together,
so trust me my love,
and we shall lay in the heather.

The vibrant purple,
the lingering scents roaming,
but you and I together,
will end this dreaming.

Come with me
and we will live our life
among the land
away from strife.
What will you risk for me? If I showed you
my soul,
would you share
your heart,
so I will never
have to depart?
Appetite of destruction I am so hungry,
so feed my soul,
I will be so grateful,
if you just let me be,
for my appetite is endless,
a black hole of shadows;
if you just try to feed me,
it might swallow you whole.
I live for another day You say you’re empty,
but I know the truth,
you are so full
and think I have no worth.

For you, I guess this is true,
but for someone, somewhere,
I am, but the end
to their needs.

So don’t pick me up,
and throw me away,
I have not given up,
on the light of day.

I think it has only just begun,
and you are a fault,
that someone put on earth,
to mess up my start.

Take the time
and you shall see, as I do;
what I have become
and what you must do.

She is waiting for me,
I know this is true,
for he has told me so,
that I am just not through
The Surgeon, he is the savior Please come quick
oh master of my life.
I am just waiting
for you to take up the knife;
to cut my flesh
and end this eternal strife.

You stitch me up
and deliver me anew.
I am willing to carry on now,
so please have a brew.
Carry on now
and do what you do,
and continue
to make them new too.
Obama or McCain, who cares... You oh mighty man,
who are about to lead this land,
I beg of you
to be the light
that is country
is in of so much need.

You have won the vote
and now are through,
so please help us
end this disaster
and help
pull us through.

Mr. President,
I like that sound,
it is so much better
than hey there pal.
You are no longer
elected by just me,
so please
be the end
of this catastrophe.

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This is a monarch butterfly I made using a page from a coloring book found here. I'm thinking of entering it into =rockgem's Fractal Animal Contest. The fractal for the wings was made by me, but the body of the butterfly is from :iconrockgem: who so generously helped me find a solution to being unable to craft a body myself.

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Critique by ~CartheInsane Jun 17, 2009, 10:50:45 AM
Other than the fact that this picture breaks the rule of being too centered and symmetrical (which is often encouraged by art professors/teachers to not crop it this way) and that butterflies have been done many times; this picture is positively stunning. The depth color-wise in the wings make this picture come to life. The dark lines in the wings add extra emphasis, detail and mystery. The wings have a fiery soul to them. The transparency of the center also adds to the butterfly's mystery.

This picture makes me want to know the story of this butterfly. It reminds me of the idea of butterflies appearing after someone's death.
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Mood: Wow! `creativemikey Aug 7, 2010
So nice:wow:

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=Jazzman1989 Aug 7, 2010  Student Writer
thanks so much :)
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~mode-de-vie Jul 6, 2009  Student Writer
This is really neat, Wes! I love the color. :)

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=Jazzman1989 Jul 7, 2009  Student Writer
Thanks Sara! :)
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Mood: dA Love ~Jimmy88 Jun 24, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
Sweet heart, this is gorgeous!

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through truth, I, while living, have conquered the world
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=Jazzman1989 Jun 26, 2009  Student Writer
Thank you so much :love:
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*simoneyvette Jun 23, 2009
This is just wicked hun!!

I can't get enough of fractal work, and this is just stunning!

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=Jazzman1989 Jun 26, 2009  Student Writer
Thank you so much. You should really thank =rockgem for helping me though :)
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!sadconfusion Jun 19, 2009
very pretty

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=Jazzman1989 Jun 22, 2009  Student Writer
Thanks
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Nightsploitation Some people are comets;
others just want to share
the infinite prairie
navigating undivulged
mysteries; and on the
rare chance two comets meet
in the rock-strewn vacuum,
the cobalt comas crochet
their whistling tails into Celtic knots.Nightsploitation by =Jazzman1989
Wee Wee Wee, All the Way Home Oh brother, "he-haw,"
Who makes a house out of straw?
Certainly you're raw
From breaking mother's law;
"he-haw...he-haw"
I saw his paw.

Oh brother, in the hicks,
I will not pick up those sticks.
Didn't mother say to not pick
A house made out of sticks?
You think you're slick,
But see this nick?
He gave it only a flick.
So don't be sick,
Just light the wick -
Say, "bye, bye sticks!"

Oh brothers, do not bother,
For I am not like father.
You built those homes, despite mother,
And would build another
Before I discover
You were smothered
By your very own covers.

So go back home
And leave me alone.
My house, lone,
Was briWee Wee Wee, All the Way Home by =Jazzman1989
Gardens of the Night I sat on father's shoulders,
Beneath starless skies;
Punched in stomach sideways,
Prompted eyes up high.
"Father, gardens don't bloom at night,
Do they?"
                    "Yes, my dear, they do."
I watched the corollas cascading
Down on top of you.
Embers coruscate in dolorous skies -
"Cherish, darling;
Cinders dwarf time."Gardens of the Night by =Jazzman1989
Fade to White My eyes are white in metaphor-
All color, faded from the iris.

Like Odin, I traded sight for wisdom,
And left blind in life.

Would you share my wisdom
If I showed you my eyes?

Or would you run away
When you realized
Your favorite feature faded?Fade to White by =Jazzman1989
Bookstore My friend asked me the other day,
"What percentage of your books,
Have you actually read?"

I never noticed,
But, half (maybe…?)

Books no longer reside on shelves.
They line walls in stacks.
In piles.
            In
 Awkward
     Mounds
      Of
Leather
And
   Paper
And discarded
   Notes -
Crumpled balls
Scattered around the trash can.

I have so many books
That I wonder if there is an exit.

I constantly add books
Since you left. I guess,
I just want you to visit
The bookstore with no doors.Bookstore by =Jazzman1989
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